Shrouds and canvas softly ping.
The small boats of Mystic tug restlessly at their
moorings.
OLDER CHUCK (V.O.)
He had taken us to worship, where,
what was for him, the holiest of
holies. And, for us too by the
end...
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EXT. DOCTORS OFFICE - LATER
Chuck stands silently on the periphery of a gathering of
people. They surround a small building, a neighborhood
clinic. A worn gray stone, long in the
shrouds of wet laundry, making his
way back towards the house. This is HAROLD: 40ish, paunchy,
unshaven and so clumsy that he hits the clothesline pole and
knocks it down, burying himself under a heap of linen. A
transistor radio pops out of the pocket of his threadbare
shirt, still broadcasting the news. One of the upstairs
windows opens with a creak, and
??
EDNA
??
Harolds wife, sticks her head
wharves and boats shrouded in snow.
EXT. AMITY HARBOR - DAY
The SAN PIEDRO ISLAND ferry approaches the docks, blanketed
as if by volcanic ash. Behind HOOKS late model Chevy, the
deck is crowded with people, a number of other cars, and even
a bus.
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EXT. NELS HOUSE - DAY
A door opens to reveal a pair of dress shoes. Old-style
galoshes are pulled over them.
An OLD CAT curls around the feet
shrouded crater. The ominous mechanical probe floats across the snow plain and disappears into the distance.
EXT. PLAIN OF HOTH - DAY
A small figure gallops across the windswept ice slope. The bundled rider is mounted on a large gray snow lizard, a Tauntaun. Curving plumes of snow rise from beneath the speeding paws of the two-legged beast. The rider gallops up a slope and reins his lizard to a s
shrouded wasteland below the arctic peaks of the Zokov islands. What they were building, or why it should be located in a such a remote and desolate place, no one could say.
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Roll credits
Tracking shot of B-52 in mid-air refuel. Soundtrack lilts "Try a Little Tenderness." Refueling nozzle gently breaks away from receiving aircraft.
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INT. COMPUTER ROOM - BURPLESON AFB - NIGHT
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