tapered, 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.
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EXT. HILLSIDE OVERLOOKING CASTLE - DAY
The hunting horn SOUNDS a third time. A young woman
metal foot crushes the skull like china.
TILT UP, revealing a humanoid machine holding a massive battle rifle.
It looks like a CHROME SKELETON... a high-tech Death figure. It is the
endoskeleton of a Series 800 Terminator. Its glowing red eyes
compassionlessly sweep the dead terrain, hunting.
TERMINATOR 2 - Rev. 9/10/90 2
4 The SOUND of ROARING TURBINES. Searchlights blaze down as a 4
formation o
taper of a stiletto heel and
reach the bottom of the closet where we find a pair of
black Doc Marten boots that are tied together with a
white rope.
MAN (V.O.)
There are those who stay on the
wagon, those who fall off the wagon
and those who jump.
We move up the boots and we see it is a woman that is
bound, lying motionless on the floor of the closet, the
rope coiling tightly around her wrists.
M
metal forms can BE SEEN descending around the shuttle. Like the tolling of a bell, a BASSO PROFUNDO CLANG reverberates through the hull.
CLOSE ON THE AIRLOCK DOOR
Light glares as a cutting torch bursts through the metal. Sparks shower into the room.
A second torch cuts through. They move with machine precision, cutting a rectangular path, converging. The torches meet. Cut off. The door falls inwa