shattered by some unimaginable force like a
row of kicked-down sandcastles. Wind blows through the desolation,
keening with the sound of ten million dead souls. It scurries the ashes
into drifts, stark white in the moonlight against the charred rubble. A
TITLE CARD FADES IN:
LOS ANGELES, July 11, 2029
3 ANGLE ON a heap of fire-blackened human bones. Beyond the mound is
a 3 vast tundra of skulls a
SHATTERS, FALLING AWAY IN FRONT OF HIM. IN THE SHOCK -
BOND LOSES HIS GRIP ON THE FIRST ICE PICK -
And 007 is now dangling, 575 feet in the air, staring at a torrent of
water - hanging only by the leather thread around his wrist, attached
to the first ice-pick, still embedded in the wall.
Bond pauses. Thinks. And coolly begins to swing himself back and
forth, in widening arcs, like a clocks pendu
shatters the moment.
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INT. COUNSELORS OFFICE -- DAY
The bell continues. Its a school bell signaling the end of the period.
ON ALEX
as we see her for the first time, startled. Shes seventeen and pretty,
though in a simple way. Her eyes are the most striking. Deep. Intense.
If Alex has a problem, its the fact that she thinks too much, and its
reflected in her eyes.
Across from her is MR. WEA
shattered door and rushes inside, gun at the ready in both hands...
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INT. HOTEL ROOM - DAY
CLARICES POV - MOVING - as she first sees, sitting on the edge of a bed - a FEMALE HOSTAGE. Black, late 20s, gagged, hands behind her back. Then, SWIVELLING... she sees a startled MALE SUSPECT - white, mid-20s - standing by a window with a rifle in his hands. He is turning towards her...
Clarice drop
shattered by some unimaginable force like a row of kicked-down sandcastles. Wind blows through the desolation, keening with the sound of ten million dead souls. It scurries the ashes into drifts, stark white in the moonlight against the charred rubble.
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"LOS ANGELES, July 11, 2029"
ANGLE ON A HEAP OF FIRE-BLACKENED HUMAN BONES
Beyond the mound is a vast tundra of skulls and