TRACKING DOWN the line of empty, open capsules. Frozen twilight. The final four capsules are sealed, lids in place.
ANGLE - INSIDE CAPSULE
NEWT, then RIPLEY. HICKS next, his head and chest bandaged. Then BISHOP in his caul of plastic. But the lid of Bishops capsule is misted with hothouse condensation.
CLOSER
A tear of fluid streaks the condensation.
An alarm SOUNDS.
A monitor begins to scroll da
multicolored four-winged jobs, glides effortlessly on the breeze, wafting along through the crisp Texas air.
The insect dips, it banks, it does loop-the-loops - and then SPLATS unceremoniously against the windshield of a white van thats tearing down the road.
INT. VAN - TEXAS / MEXICO BORDER - NIGHT
The DRIVER of the van, a fifty-year-old American, turns on the wipers, smearing the remains all
His SAILORS steal nervous looks at a large, diabolical-looking IRON BOX in the hold.
OLAF, a fierce, one-eyed Viking warrior approaches Ericson. NOTE: Dialog is in OLD NORSE, with SUBTITLES)
OLAF
Leif, lets do the deed
before another night falls. The crews
near mutiny.
Ericson draws his broadsword with a flourish.
LEIF ERICSON
Know this! The first man to turn
will taste my steel in his guts.