CLOSE SHOT— Cerberus — night. The three-headed guardian of
the dead, The marble figure glares watchfully from one head
while the other two seem to drowse in sleep.
INT. HEADQUARTERS TENT — NIGHT
CLOSE SLOT — the hand of General Nikolas Pherides The
General's hand spasmodically opens and closes around the hilt
of a sword which has been struck into the earth, point
foremost as a support.
The CAMERA PULLS BACK to reveal his naked forearm and from
this forearm gush gouts of arterial blood. The blood falls
into an enamel basin,
Over this CLOSE SHOT VOICES can be heard.
FIRST OFFICER'S VOICE
Dead on the field, four thousand
five hundred seventy—two of the
enemy — three thousand of our own
men. Burial parties are already at
work. We are assigning men from
every company to clear the field,
DR. DROSSOS' VOICE
Tell them to pour lime in the
The CAMERA IS DRAWING BACK to reveal General Nikolas
Pherides, the commander of a Greek army corps, seated behind
a small table His left hand is outstretched to the
barber—surgeon who kneels at his side and is engaged in
FIRST OFFICER'S VOICE
Enemy casualties estimated as nine
thousand —— prisoners ——five
The CAMERA CONTINUES DRAWING BACK to disclose the entire mise
on scene. Four Greek officers stand before the General. Two
are great burly line officers; their uniform tunics open at
the neck, their caps on the back of their heads and their
great sabres trailing along the ground. The third is a
medical officer, Dr. Alexander Drossos. He is excessively
neat and dandified in his uniform, with pince—nez glasses set
perfectly straight on the bridge of his nose. The fourth is
an Adjutant, military enough in dress and bearing but with a
great brigand's mustache and merry black eyes. At the
General's right hand sits a young American, Oliver Davis, a
reporter for the New York Morning Globe. He is dressed in the
semi—uniform outfit which Richard Harding Davis popularized:
breeches, leather leggings and a khaki tunic of military cut.
While the rest talk, he is busily scribbling on a pad,
without paying the least attention to any of then.
The second officer breaks in on the first officer's report,
unable to restrain his enthusiasm longer
A greet battle —— a great victory!
MED. CLOSE SHOT — General Pherides and Dr Drossos.
To be sure . Enough blood spilled
to satisfy anyone --
(turning to the General)
except General Nikolas Pherides.
You're letting that fool drain your