hollow halls beneath the fells
Goblets they carved there
for themselves
And harps of gold where no man delves
There lay they long
And many a song
Was sung unheard by man or elves
For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought
And light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword
On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars
On crowns they hung
T
hollow of Lachaise몶s
cheek.
BOND
The name?
LACHAISE
I can몶t tell you...
(Bond cocks the gun)
Alright, alright! But you must protect
me!
And he freezes. The handle of a THROWING KNIFE is sticking
out of his neck. Bond looks up, catches sight of the CIGAR
GIRL as she vaults out the broken window and onto THE ROOF.
Bond rushes to the window...
EXT. VERANDAH - ROOFS - GENEVA - DAY
She swings on a
hollow and houses the rear of a M-60 machine gun, hand painted in a paisley design.
Now the VIEW MOVES AWAY, ACROSS the ancient growth, PAST the glimmer of what seems to be another soldier hiding in ambush, wearing an exotic hat made from birds and bushes. ACROSS to a dark trail where the legs of those in black pajamas move silently across our ever TIGHTENING VIEW. Their feet, boots and sandals l
VILLAGE.
The post in a flurry of activity, AMERICAN ADVISORS
shouting directions to dozens of LATIN AMERICAN SOLDIERS
who stand by to assist the landing helicopter and to
load EQUIPMENT into the other choppers.
Inside the chopper, one man remains, stretched out against *
the bulkhead, as if asleep. He stirs, sits up, lighting *
up a CIGAR. With fatigue showing in his motion, he leans *
forward, d
villages
have been destroyed,
rape and torture
are a daily occurrence.
In Burma, there are more landmines
- than anywhere in the world.
- Young men are beaten
and forced into the army,
many as young as 12 years old.
Beheadings and mutilations
are commonplace.
The Karen people,
comprised mostly
of poor Christian farmers,
have been singled out for extermination.
The ruling military government
wants