On a distant, rainy hill, the old Frankenstein castle, as we knew and loved it, is illuminated by ANOTHER BOLT OF LIGHTNING.
MUSIC: AN EERIE TRANSYLVANIAN LULLABY begins to PLAY in the background.
ANOTHER ANGLE
As we MOVE SLOWLY CLOSER to the castle. It is completely dark, except for one room - a study in the corner of the castle - which is only lit by candles.
Now we are just outside a rain-spla
SPIRALING STAIRS, up up up in what we now see
is a medieval cathedral. And as we continue MOVING UP
something TRICKLES DOWN INTO FRAME - BLOOD. Running thin,
then thicker, as we CONTINUE TO MOVE UP the stairs and find -
A BODY, sprawled awkwardly across the stones, arms and legs
akimbo, not so much Christ-like as victim-like. In one hand
the Body holds a GUN he never had a chance to use. In the
o
scurries off, avoiding any more questions.
Pamela heads back to the house.
INT. HOUSE
Pamela enters the house, LOCKS AND BOLTS the front door
behind her. She breathes a heavy sigh of relief, back
against the door... she flicks on a light switch... NOTHING.
PAMELA
Christ, Jimmy... didnt you try
the goddamn lights?!
Pamela moves down the hallway to the laundry room... she
opens the
bolts out of his room and into the adjacent
bedroom down the hall. He barges through the door.
INT. DEREKS BEDROOM - A NAZI IRON EAGLE BATTLE FLAG
It hangs above a serious computer and next to a giant,
tome-filled bookshelf. The moans, meanwhile, approach
orgasm.
TIGHT ON DEREK VINYARD. The young man has a shaved head,
a thick goatee, and a well-crafted SWASTIKA on his left
tit. On top of Derek i
bolt upright, realizing whats going on.
WHITTLESLEY
No!
Too late. He turns to run back on deck but then stops, sniffs the air.
A look of desperation fills his eyes. With one hand he pulls out THE
KNIFE, and unexpectedly puts it to HIS OWN NECK. Better to kill
himself than face what comes next. The knife touches...
A NECKLACE of TWO ARROWS, one gold, another silver.
Whittlesley stares wide-eyed i
SPIRAL DOWN TOWARD
... a lush, high-rise apartment complex. The moon reflected in glass.
CAMERA CONTINUES TO MOVE IN THROUGH billowing curtains, INTO the inner sanctum of a penthouse apartment, and here, boys and girls, is where we lose our breath, because...
Spread-eagled on a sumptuous designer sofa lies the single most beautiful GIRL in the city. Blonde hair. A satin nightgown that positively
too...
Goodnight.
Jimmy scurries off, avoiding any more questions.
Pamela heads back to the house.
INT. HOUSE
Pamela enters the house, LOCKS AND BOLTS the front door
behind her. She breathes a heavy sigh of relief, back
against the door... she flicks on a light switch... NOTHING.
PAMELA
Christ, Jimmy... didnt you try
the goddamn lights?!
Pamela moves down the hallway to the laundry room... sh
spiraling horns glowing like precious metal.
Their movements are so graceful that every other living
creature seems clumsy by comparison. The SOUND of a
distant hunting horn makes them pause. A second NOTE is
heard. The unicorns drift, silent and languid, into the
farther reaches of the forest.
모
EXT. HILLSIDE OVERLOOKING CASTLE - DAY
The hunting horn SOUNDS a third time. A young woman still
cl
The World Is Not Enough
GUN BARREL LOGO OPENS ON
GENEVA SWITZERLAND, an unnaturally clean city that melds old
Europe with new money of both dubious and legitimate source.
INT. HALLWAY OFFICE BUILDING - DAY
An engraved brass plaque announcing the name of the 몷private
banking institute몸 within.
INT. PENTHOUSE BANK OFFICE - GENEVA - DAY
JAMES BOND, dressed impeccably as ever, is being FRISKED by