[SCENE] DOMINIQUE, blonde hair neatly coiffured, in a white suit, sitting behind a desk in what is clearly an Important Person's study. Her face is harsh. She snaps into the telephone, "I have no time for this." [/SCENE] VOICE : We're counting down the days . . . [SCENE] LILITH, gorgeous in a deep jewel-toned wrap, sits with her hair falling loose round her shoulders on the end of a rumpled bed. Slowly, she murmurs, "I was kidnapped. The policy was that no ransom would be paid." [/SCENE] [SCENE] Tearing explosion that takes out the side of the Old Bailey in London. Flames. Camera follows away from it, down towards an alleyway . . . [/SCENE] [SCENE] LAURENCE turns, smiles thinly, and puts his sword at HAAGENTI's throat -- HAAGENTI (fat, bearded, well-dressed) is pinned against the wall. "Talk." [/SCENE] VOICE : . . . Till the end of the world. [SCENE] LILITH glances at LAURENCE over her shoulder as she makes her way down a mountainside. "And how close to me have you been ordered to stay?" [/SCENE] [SCENE] DOMINIQUE turns a photograph of ASMODEUS between her hands, and glances to LAURENCE. "We read law at Oxford together. I owe his daughter this much." [/SCENE] [SCENE] The camera continues to pan down the alleyway, showing a tall, brutal-looking man's shadow. There's an axe and a bazooka slung across his back. [/SCENE] VOICE : And it takes so little to destroy a world . . . [SCENE] LAURENCE and LILITH, skiing down the mountainside, avoiding Vaputech minihelicopters strafing them. Wild stunts. [/SCENE] [SCENE] DOMINIQUE running down a narrow alleyway, heels clattering, the sound of feet fast behind her. She turns on her pursuers, thuggish types, and takes them down with three fast kicks. There is a momentary pause, then the building behind her goes up in a billow of fire. [/SCENE] [SCENE] LAURENCE pulls LILITH into an embrace, and she bends backward at the waist, melting into his arms. Behind them, the sound of a New Year's Eve party hammers in the background, with much exotic music. [/SCENE] VOICE : All it takes . . . [SCENE] JEAN, to LAURENCE, in a scientific laboratory, "I am very well aware that a virgin sacrifice is not scientific, 007. However, it appears to be required." [/SCENE] [SCENE] LILITH, into a telephone, "The world is not enough -- they wouldn't pay it for me, and I won't accept it now." [/SCENE] [SCENE] DOMINIQUE in her study, brings her revolver round to aim it at the camera -- an unseen figure backhands her, knocking her into the wall. [/SCENE] [SCENE] More flames and explosions. [/SCENE] VOICE : . . . is one person. [SCENE] A silhouette advances through the flames, buildings crumbling as he passes. There is a rather obvious axe slung across his back. [/SCENE] [SCENE] LAURENCE dashes across some catwalk, machine pistol in one hand, sword in the other. Bullets everywhere. Several goons do swan dives and screams. [/SCENE] [SCENE] LILITH, in a room with wall-screens showing maps of the world, watches as the lights on the maps begin to go out one by one. She murmurs, "It's up to you now, 007 . . ." [/SCENE] [SCENE] Above in the sky, the moon is eclipsed. A trumpet-call echoes across the night sky, dark angelic figures blotting out the stars as they descend. [/SCENE] [SCENE] DOMINIQUE, chained to an altar-stone in the middle of a vast dark ampitheatre, struggles. [/SCENE] [SCENE] MICHAEL and LAURENCE cross blades, silhouetted dramatically against flames and darkness, a shattered London (or Heaven?) in the background. [/SCENE] MICHAEL's VOICE : Time for the end of days.
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