Dear Maestro David:

ANGLE DOWN ON:

A scorched, hellish desert landscape under a broiling sun. Our hero and heroine's frantic escape from the "Valley of the Stone Swordsmen" in their battered Hummer follows a dust-trailed, zig-zagging path around massive boulders, twisted eight-limbed wooden "octopus" trees that reach and grab and snatch at them as they streak towards the oddly clear, unobstructed high-noon horizon.

CAL
(breathlessly, in the bouncing, bucking passenger's
seat, looking over his shoulder in a near
panic)
We're doomed! The stone swordsmen can't be far behind us! What're we going to do, Sal???

SAL
(working the driving wheel, looking way-too-cool
behind her dust-caked sunglasses to be disturbed by
CAL'S wimpiness)
Clamp it, Cal! I need your eyes, man. Look at that horizon. Seem strange to you?

FROM CAL'S P.O.V.

His vision blurred and jangling from the bouncing, banging Hummer ride as SAL weaves around the groaning, grasping "octopus" trees. The view is ahead is plainly...unreal. No curve, or slope to the landscape, no incline, no distant objects in sight, as though --

ANGLE ON CAL

As he realizes what they’re streaking toward.

CAL
(at the top of his lungs,
terrified)
Sal! There’s nothing there! Brake! Brake, now!

ANGLE ON SAL

Jamming her foot hard into the brake as the Hummer approaches –-

ANGLE ON HUMMER – MOVING P.O.V.

Zooming into the Hummer from in front of it as it screeches to dust-clouded halt barely inches from the edge of a rugged and vastly wide cliff.

ON CAL AND SAL

They jump the doors of the Hummer and race toward the cliff edge.

ANGLE DOWN ON CLIFF EDGE – CAL AND SAL IN FOREGROUND

At a stunning depth below the edge, the bottom of the cliff is shrouded in belching, roiling clouds of smoke and walls of writhing flames.

ON CAL

Looking away from the burning, smoky vista and turning to SAL, his face withering into sheer, mute terror.

CAL
It’s…it’s –

ON SAL

Staring down into howling, roaring maelstrom, struggling for composure at the sight.

SAL
-- I know, Cal. It’s the pit of the Darkest Warrior God of the Seventh Seal!

ANGLE ON CAL AND SAL

As we pull up, up, and away from cliff’s edge until CAL and SAL and the Hummer recede like specks against the red sundown distance, and:

CUE END TITLE MUSIC:

The dirge-like, tormented, cataclysmic orchestral stylings of composer David "Psycho" Snyder rise in volume on the soundtrack as we FADE OUT and:

CREDITS ROLL

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All right, maestro, that's a wrap! Great music, tensely orchestrated and grandly presented. Can't wait for Part 3!

LOREN






Last edited by bluage; 02/08/18 09:15 PM.
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