Tomorrow Never Dies

T O M O R R O WN E V E RD I E S (BOND 18) Screenplay by Bruce Feirstein (for educational purposes only) -------------------------------------------------------------- FADE IN ON: EXT. DESOLATE MOUNTAIN RANGE - HIGH ANGLE - DAWN Super: THE KHYBER PASS, AFGHANISTAN We're looking down at what used to be called "The End of the Known World." A landscape that is both beautiful, and forbidding. In the center of this vista, there is a deep ravine. Pushing in on the ravine, there appears to be a giant icicle hanging over a cliff: AN ICE FALL. A 600 foot waterfall whose face is frozen solid. Pushing in still closer, there is a tiny black dot inching its way up the ice. A human figure. This is: JAMES BOND, BRITISH SECRET SERVICE AGENT, 007. Bond is sweating and straining, four hundred feet in the air. He has an ice-pick tethered to each hand, ice-cleats on his boots. A black backpack. As he climbs, spider-like, pulling himself up, he goes to JAM A CLEAT into the ice, but - CRACK! A 50 foot stiletto of ice breaks off, CRASHING onto the rocks below. Regaining his foothold, Bond looks down: Certain death. He looks up: So very, very, far to go. Bond shakes his head: BOND There has to be an easier way to earn a living. Still, Bond climbs. Huffing, sweating, he goes up, and up, until - ANOTHER ANGLE - He's 25 feet from the top. He drives a first ice pick in. Gets a toehold. But when he slams the second pick in - THE ICE WALL SHATTERS, FALLING AWAY IN FRONT OF HIM.