From: Richard S. Holmes (rsholmes_at_MailBox.Syr.Edu)
Date: Thu Jul 18 2002 - 04:26:53 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
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- Rich Holmes
Syracuse, NY
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Rule Date: 2002-07-18 11:27:20 GMT
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