Tutankhamen: Page One
Another "rerun" day... this is the first page
of an unfinished script about King Tut. Original
writings begin again tomorrow.
EXT. EGYPTIAN
DESERT - DAY
A copper sun
beats down on the Egyptian desert. From a canyon
cutting through the sand, a cloud of dust
rises.
SOUNDS FADE UP
from the canyon... shouts of triumph, cries of
fear, moans of dying men: the language of
COMBAT.
Within the
bleached-white arroyo, a small band of Hittite
CHARIOTEERS battles the Egyptian HOPLITES manning a
small border outpost.
Amidst clouds
of dust and the splatter of blood and sweat, swords
CLANG and bowstrings SING.
A CHARGING
CHARIOTEER
runs down a
fleeing Egyptian foot soldier, cutting his legs out
from underneath him.
A LONE EGYPTIAN
ARCHER
fires down at
the Hittites with the last of his arrows. Next to
him, his dead comrades hang over the side of the
battlements. Suddenly, a Hittite arrow
WHIZZES THROUGH
THE AIR
and finds his
chest. He slumps down, joining his fellow archers
in death.
On the other
side of the canyon, a WOUNDED EGYPTIAN SOLDIER
heaves with all his might on an overturned chariot.
Righting the vehicle, he hops aboard and whips the
horse into motion. He races down the
canyon.
A Hittite
archer lets loose a volley of arrows, but they miss
their mark. The fleeing soldier rounds a bend and
escapes.
As the dust
settles, not one Egyptian soldier remains
alive.
©2003 Michael
Strickland ALL RIGHTS
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