borrowed
poncho. He looks back at the valley below, inhales deeply--
this is a man who loves his walks.
He pulls a piece of toast from his pocket and starts to
nibble as he presses up on the ridge...
??
Low angle: nursing home and ridge beyond
??
...and we see Paul from a distance, just a speck trudging up
toward the treeline. A PICKUP TRUCK rumbles into frame and
parks, a bumper sticker looming
borrowed hand gun into the hollow of Lachaise몶s
cheek.
BOND
The name?
LACHAISE
I can몶t tell you...
(Bond cocks the gun)
Alright, alright! But you must protect
me!
And he freezes. The handle of a THROWING KNIFE is sticking
out of his neck. Bond looks up, catches sight of the CIGAR
GIRL as she vaults out the broken window and onto THE ROOF.
Bond rushes to the window...
EXT. VERANDAH - ROOFS - G
borrow her dress. You sit tight.
Keep an eye on my fianc,
and decrease his morphine drip.
Doin OK?
Clear bed four.
Sir, you wanna step over...
I got it. I got it.
I got it.
- I was just about to...
- Youre welcome.
Thank you.
UTI progressing into infection.
Pneumonia. Diabetic coma.
Una problema con sus rines.
Ill have a Venti, triple-shot,
sugar-free, vanilla, nonfat cappuccino.
- Doctor.
- Mr.
landscape in Hell. The cars
are stopped in rusted rows, still bumper to bumper. The skyline of
buildings beyond has been 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:
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Note: Hows this for a change from the finished product?!? ... and NO mention of the powerful Opening Vistas! This is how the script begins ...
[FADE IN]
The screen is a microcosm of leaf, crystal drops of precipitation, a stone, emerald green moss. Its a landscape in miniature. We HEAR the forest. Some distant birds. Their sound seems to reverberate as if in a cavern. A piece of sunlight refracts