Silence. Norland Park, a large country house built in the early part of the eighteenth century, lies in the moonlit parkland.
2 INT. NORLAND PARK. MR DASHWOODS BEDROOM. NIGHT.
In the dim light shed by candles we see a bed in which a MAN (MR DASHWOOD, 52) lies his skin waxy, his breathing laboured. Around him two silhouettes move and murmur, their clothing susurrating in the deathly hush. DOCTORS.
The Dish Script
Excuse me, sir. Yes?
Im afraid youve come in the wrong way.
Im sorry... This is the old entrance.
The visitors centres out and around to the left.
Right, well... Ill wander over then.
Well worth it. Been through some amazing times.
(Murmurs) Yeah.
I believe that this nation should commit itself
to achieving the goal, before this decade is out,
of landing a man on the moon