Heavy Metal Page #5
- R
- Year:
- 1981
- 86 min
- 760 Views
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THE GROUND BELOW
The sound of jungle night creatures fills the air. We see
palm trees silhouetted against the moon bright sky. The
scene is almost serene. The camera pans and suddenly the
nose of a large parked bomber fills the screen, and as the
camera continues panning, we pass a large red rising sun on
the bomber's fuselage. The pan stops at the tail of the
aircraft, and we see a Japanese soldier - a guard.
There is a moment of tranquillity, as jungle sounds fill the
air. The soldier almost dozes ... suddenly the cacophony of
sound stops, and for a brief moment there is complete silence
... then with an agonizing wail an air raid siren shatters
the silence and the guard looks skyward, startled.
Instantly all hell breaks loose as we hear pounding feet.
Silhouetted figures rush by.
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A GUN EMPLACEMENT
Japanese soldiers crank the barrel of an anti-aircraft gun
skyward. We begin to hear the sound of approaching engines.
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CLOSEUP OF A SHELL
It is thrust into a breech.
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THE B-17 FORMATION
As the bombers press on, the camera moves in to the lead
aircraft. In the moonlight we see her name, "Pacific Pearl".
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INT. - THE "PACIFIC PEARL"
NAVIGATOR:
target ... Rabual dead ahead!
Suddenly a cacophony of explosions split the air as anti-aircraft
shells explode ahead of the aircraft, lighting the inside with
electric blue flashes.
BOMBARDIER:
Holden. I thought it was Cleveland.
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THE GROUND:
Ackack guns blast shells skyward. The gun blasts light up
the palm tree background, causing momentary silhouettes.
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THE BOMBARDIER:
BOMBARDIER:
For Christ sake, hold her steady!
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THE BELLYGUNNER:
He can be seen from outside the plane as the shell flashes
light up his turret.
BELLYGUNNER:
Quit yer bitching Stepek, just drop
'em and let's get outta here!
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THE BOMBARDIER:
BOMBARDIER:
Keep your shirts on guys, tonight I'm
gonna hit something.
(he settles over the bomb sight)
Left two degrees ... steady ...
steady ...
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