MOTION)
??
...where cattails sway in the sepia-toned heat. A small scrap
of fabric is snagged in the nettles, fluttering languidly...
??
COLOR BLEEDS SLOWLY IN as mosquitoes swarm and dragonflies
skitter, showing the fabric scrap to be pale yellow...
??
Suddenly, a MAN WITH A SHOTGUN comes crashing through the
cattails, wiping through frame and exiting...
??
...then ANOTHER MAN...and ANOTHER...ar
flick of his
CONTROL STICK, JACK could send this guy sailing into space. It is a
moment he will remember till the end of his days ... JACK makes EYE
CONTACT - the GERMAN is terrified, helpless ...
JACK reaches out to him.
JACK
(yelling above noise)
Here!
JACK struggles to keep his plane flying as smooth as possible - all
around the swirling DOGFIGHT continues. The German REACHES OUT for
JACKS HAN
-- TERMINATOR 2 SCRIPT --
1 ext. city street - day 1
Downtown L.A. Noon on a hot summer day. On an EXTREME LONG LENS the
lunchtime crowd stacks up into a wall of humanity. In SLOW MOTION they
move in herds among the glittering rows of cars jammed bumper to bumper.
Heat ripples distort the torrent of faces. The image is surreal,
dreamy... and like a dream it begins very slowly to
dissolve to:
2 e
motion before
finally settling to the desert floor in a cloud of dust.
The first tusk is quickly followed by a second, also dropping
from the heavens. It lands near the first. Another tusk
smashes to earth several yards away. Yet another comes crashing
into the foreground.
Finally the dust settles upon a graveyard of tusks.
DISSOLVE TO
A BARREN, EMPTY LANDSCAPE
In another region of the wasteland,
SISTER MARGUERITE is locking up for the night, shutting doors, turning off lights, finally walks off down the corridor. Suddenly a terrified scream is heard, the voice of a young woman.
EXT - CONVENT - NIGHT
Lights in the windows flick on.
INT - TOP CORRIDOR - NIGHT
The nuns are running up the corridor in their night dresses and caps, calling urgently in French. They reach the door of Sister Agne