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STAY WITH Morazu as he returns to his work. He sucks the

blood out of the small wound.

CUT TO:

EXT. MOTABA RIVA VALLEY (AUGUST 15)

Morazu gets off a bus by a small muddy river and walks

slowly toward his village of about fifty mud-thatched

huts. Pain in his back makes him wince. We see him UP

CLOSE:
his eyes are red and his skin is pale. He's

sweating.

He stops at the village well and takes a drink. Other

villagers come up to say hello, and Morazu greets them

wearily, dipping his cup back in the water for another

drink. The villagers drink too.

DISCOVER in the background: the tribal medicine man, the

"ju-ju man." Streaks and circles of paint cover his

skin. He watches the excitement surrounding Morazu's

return.

CUT TO:

RAIN FOREST - LATER THAT NIGHT

A small group of Colobos monkeys including Betsy and her

mother run swiftly through the forest. Suddenly, BETSY

CRIES OUT. Her foot is snagged in a trap. Before her

mother can respond, she's pulled high into the air into a

bamboo cage. The DOOR SNAPS SHUT. BETSY SCREAMS in fear

and pain, hanging upside down -

CUT TO:

SAME - FOLLOWING MORNING

The Colobos monkeys scatter as VOICES APPROACH, REVEALING

two TRIBESMEN pulling a small wagon. The men chatter as

they lower the cage holding Betsy onto the cart.

(CONTINUED)

8.

CONTINUED:

FADE UP LUCIANO PAVAROTTI singing a love song from

"La Boheme" and...

CUT TO:

CLOSE ON HUMAN SKULL

wearing Porsche sunglasses and an Army Colonel's hat.

COMPUTER KEYS POUND: "Frederick, Maryland, August 19."

INT. GILLESPIE'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

FADE UP the VOICE of a MAN SINGING along with the GREAT

TENOR. CONTINUE PANNING OVER the room: the skull gives

way to a full skeleton wearing a star-spangled red-whiteand-

blue bow-tie and carrying an umbrella over its forearm.

CONTINUE PAST the oak rolltop desk.

MIKE GILLESPIE, about 40, keeps singing as he reads

through a lengthy typed report, making notes in the

margin.

LUCIANO hits a high C. Gillespie reaches for it... and

misses badly. DOGS WHINE O.S., probably in closer

harmony to Luciano than Gillespie. He's not pleased.

GILLESPIE:

I rescue you from certain death

and instead of gratitude, you mock

me.

His two WOLFHOUNDS, Olser and Harvey, GROVEL on the floor

contritely, each with a worn shoe in his mouth. Behind

them we see the rest of Gillespie's living/dining room.

His townhouse is spartan; it needs a woman's touch. Unpacked

boxes stand in the corner beside a treadmill.

GILLESPIE:

That can't go unpunished. No

Letterman for three nights.

The dogs wag the running shoes.

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