In the brighter light, the Casbah appears completely white, limestone.
Enclosed by the European city, it stands at a greater height and
Mosaic of terraces. White pavement, pavement interspersed by the black
outlays of narrow alleys. Only a jump from one terrace to another ...
Agile and silent, the paras jump one by one from the trucks in a hurry.
SOUND OF TRUCKS.
They arrange themselves geometrically, their movements synchronized.
They disperse and disappear in the alleys.
They reappear together, then once again scatter.
They meet without looking at one another; each one takes his own
In like manner without a sound, they are above, even on the terraces,
in perfect geometry. Even up here, the paras tighten their grip ...
3RUE DES ABDERAMES. COURTYARD OF HOUSE. INSIDE/OUTSIDE. DAWN.
Every three yards, there is a para, even at all four corners of an
They are also in the side streets as well as the main streets.
And also above, against the sky, many other paras appear.
Number three. The doorway is the height of a man. A squadron stands
ready in a semicircle with machine guns in firing position.
Marc continues to hold up the Algerian by his arm.
The captain glances at his watch, then looks up at the terrace and
gives a signal.
In a lowered voice, without turning around, he speaks to the para who
is at his back:
The para nears the front door, his legs wide open, his machine gun,
clenched at his side, and aims at the lock.
MACHINE GUN FIRE.
He moves the gun barrel in a circular direction.
Immediately the others hurl themselves against the door.
At the same time, the door of the terrace is broken down, and the paras
burst into the house below.