Heavy Metal Page #2
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- Year:
- 1981
- 86 min
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As their transformations are complete, the barbarians gather
behind their leader into an ever-growing mob of murderous
looking sub-humans.
DISSOLVE TO:
A frightened Kraanian councillor spurs his horse forward through
the beautiful glass gates, as in the distance we hear the sound
of ten thousand approaching footsteps.
The camera pans to a hillside overlooking Kraan. In the glow
of sunset, the outline of the BARBARIAN LEADER, riding a black
war-horse, appears at the hillside and stops. Then with a
thundering of footsteps, the outline of five thousand barbarians
comes into view behind him, filling the horizon.
CUT TO:
THE BARBARIAN LEADER
He is now wearing a strange medallion around his neck as, wild-
eyed, he screams to signal the attack. The bloodthirsty horde
charges down the hill behind him.
The camera moves with the barbarians as they crash through the
gates of the city, destroying everything in their path. Smoke
and flames are everywhere. Ahead of us, terrified Kraanians
run from the onslaught.
As we track up over the burning rooftops, we see the BARBARIAN
LEADER riding his war-horse in the streets below. Shouting
a command, he waves his men on as they move toward an impressive
doomed building in the middle of the city.
CUT TO:
THE COUNCIL CHAMBERS
At the far end of this huge glass hall, the Kraanian Council
sits around a marble table. From outside, we hear the battle
raging.
Pulling closer we can hear the worried voices of the Council
members.
COUNCILMAN #3
They're killing everyone. We
must escape!
COUNCILMAN #2
The city is burning!
COUNCILMAN #4
(throwing a parchment
before the Elder)
Even the mountains glow green and an
COUNCILMAN #1
Elder, we must arm ourselves! We
must fight!
ELDER:
Silence!
Everyone gets quiet. Looking at the parchment thrown before
him, the ancient, withered ELDER rises to his feet.
ELDER:
We are not a race of warriors.
We are statesmen, and scientists.
From our very beginning it was ordained
that the warrior-race of Taarak the
Defender would aid us in times of need.
This was the Pact!
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