EXT. BEHIND THE ALTAR - NIGHT
The lights flood an ancient sacristy lined with eroded stone
saints. GRIGORY, tall and gaunt, stands naked, arms fully
No matter what happens to me, you
must carry on with the work.
ILSA, a severe, ageless Aryan beauty, reverentially drapes
an embroidered robe over his bony shoulders.
I will not leave you.
Yes, you will... Leave me. Deny me.
He hands her a small LEATHER-BOUND BOOK. It contains hand-
drawn notes and illustrations.
This will guide you back to me.
He pulls her close, the clouds of their breath mingling.
I grant you everlasting life, youth
and the power to serve me.
He dips his fingers in a wooden bowl full of blood, then
wipes her tears away with a crimson thumb, both a consolation
and a ritual.
VON KRUPT, an acrid German General, wearing dark SCARLET
glasses and LEATHER GLOVES, appears. Looks at his pocket
watch. On the gold lid: a SWASTIKA.
EXT. ABBEY RUINS - ALTAR AREA - CEREMONY - NIGHT
Grigory walks towards the machine, its colossal steel and
copper clockworks gleaming in the floodlights.
Five years of research and
construction, Grigory. Five years!!
He strides alongside Grigory and Ilsa, who holds an umbrella
to shield her master from the pouring rain.
The furhrer doesn't look kindly on
There will be no failure, General. I
promised Herr Hitler a miracle. I'll
Kroenen mutters excitedly as he opens a polished oak box
containing a massive gold and copper MECHA-GLOVE.
Grigory extends his hand so that KROENEN may fit him with
the contraption, which is attached to cables and hoses.
EXT. THE HILLTOP - ALLIED SOLDIERS - NIGHT
The Americans fan out, unseen.