THE LAST FLIGHT
Written by
John Monk Saunders
FADE IN
EXT. BATTLEFIELD - NIGHT
On a FREEZE FRAME of a huge mortar on the edge of a dismal no-man's land,
surrounded by trees and overhanging branches. The distant roar of battle
RUMBLES ominously. SUPERIMPOSED TITLES appear and hold for a moment.
Abruptly, the image springs to life. The gun FIRES deafeningly. The nearby
branches shake violently. Another set of TITLES appears. The image FREEZES
again as a lone bugle plays a charge. Again and again and again, the image
moves, the gun DISCHARGES noisily, the image FREEZES and more sets of TITLES
appear with every FIRING.
On the last discharge, the trumpet fades and all hell breaks loose:
WAR MONTAGE
Nothing but FAST, BRUTAL FLASH CUTS of: