mound is
a 3 vast tundra of skulls and shattered concrete. The rush hour
crowds burned down in their tracks.
4 WE DISSOLVE TO a playground... where intense heat has half-melted
the 4 jungle gym, the blast has warped the swing set, the
merry-go-round has sagged in the firestorm. Small skulls look
accusingly from the ash-drifts. WE HEAR the distant echo of
childrens voices... playing and laughing i
mounds of continuously mounting snow.
TWO MEN, NORRIS AND BENNINGS
standing some thirty yards from the main building are in
the process of letting up a large red balloon. Childs, a
hefty black man, is twenty yards away tinkering with a
snowmobile. Their beards are caked with ice. It is
winter and it is harsh.
The faint sound of the copter turns their attention.
THE COPTER
flying ever lower now. T
shell of a new liner. If Central Park is where
the money is spent, this is clearly where its made. And a
lot of it. Workers nod deferentially to the man with his name
over the buildings behind them.
HERBERT GREENLEAF
Mongibello. Tiny place. South of Naples.
Marge, his uh, the young lade is
supposedly writing some kind of book. God
knows what he does. By all accounts they
spend the whole time on t
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"
ANGLE ON A HEAP OF FIRE-BLACKENED HUMAN BONES
Beyond the mound is a vast tundra of skulls and shattered concrete. The rush hour crowd burned down in their tracks.
DISSOLVE TO:
a playground
mound of the thumb...
...Carls wrist, its WATCH stopped at 1:47...Whaley removes
it, notes the time, and drops it into a manila envelope...
Whaley bends over Carls body, presses on his solar plexus,
watching pink FOAM rise from Carls mouth and nose. And
then. He sees something more. His forceps gently pull back
the hair from above Carls left ear, and...
...Whaley sees something startling. He beck