From: Richard S. Holmes (rsholmes_at_MailBox.Syr.Edu)
Date: Wed Jul 17 2002 - 07:33:51 PDT
SCENE 189.1: A BLASTED MOOR. [Dark clouds have gathered over the moor. A flash of lightning illuminates a figure, desperately fleeing a flock of hideous flying reptilians. Distant thunder rolls ominously.] [Medium close-up: the fleeing figure -- the WIZARD. He is elderly, with a short beard, tattered robes, a staff. His hat was lost long ago. His face is drawn in exhaustion. Stopping by a barren tree, he turns and gestures with his staff toward the reptiles. A bolt of bluish fire crackles from the staff and brings down one reptile, another, another. But there are too many...] WIZARD: Curse you, Erronius! You'll never get it! Never! [The largest reptilian swoops down, snatches up the wizard in its huge claws, and carries him skyward; the staff falls to the ground. Lightning flashes again; the thunder sounds closer. Five hundred feet up, the reptilian lets go and the wizard falls. Roll opening credits:] WHY THE WIZARD WAS LATE AN FRC FILM DIRECTED BY KARL LOW -- - Rich Holmes Syracuse, NY -- Rule Date: 2002-07-17 14:34:13 GMT
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