sinister place
in Greenwich Village. Come on, girls.
Lets hurry. We might have to pick up
Harolds laundry on the way.
Theres one.
Driver, stop here.
Thats sinister enough.
Melissa, help me with this lamp.
Its heavy.
I cant, Babs, I got my hands full.
Its movingly dismal. We couldnt
have done better if wed designed it.
Marion looks smarter already.
Im sorry. I didnt see you up there.
Are you alrig
way,
please.
They move off down the hallway.
EG-9
A Republic cruiser! Thats
trouble...dont you think?
PK-4
Im not made to think.
INT. FEDERATION BATTLESHIP - CONFERENCE ROOM
A door slides open, and the two cloaked shapes are led PAST
CAMERA into the formal conference room by TC-14.
TC-14
I hope you honoured sirs with the
most comfortable here. My master
will be with you shortly.
The droid bo
way too big. He tugs on them as
he goes, holding them up... Until they slide again... as
he leaps again... and pulls them up...
The little boy is JACQUES MAYOL.
End credits.
??
EXT. GREEK ISLAND - SUNSET
JACQUES reaches a ledge jutting out over a deserted cove.
He spits in his mask... expertly spreads the spit with a
finger... locks his feet into the flippers... and dives.
He surfaces a long way
way, gun in
hand. He starts to squeeze the trigger -- when a RED DOT
appears on his chest...another window SHATTERS as a bullet
zings through and pierces the henchman in the heart.
Bond looks back once at the shattered window, then heads out.
INT. BANK - GENEVA - DAY
Bond appears on the top floor of the grand old building, by
the elevator. Looks over the balcony, sees figures on the
stairs. Hears
SOUTH OF 57TH STREET - NIGHT
11:30 P.M. The area is deserted except for a few STROLLERS window-shopping the department stores. And way down near 55th Street, TWO roaring drunk middle-aged men, Howard Beale and MAX SCHUMACHER, reeling along and hooting it up. NARRATION continues OVER -
NARRATOR
- who was president of the News Division at UBS and an old friend. The two men got properly pissed -