Tutankhamen: Page One
Another "rerun" day... this is the first page
of an unfinished script about King Tut. Original
writings begin again tomorrow.
DESERT - DAY
A copper sun
beats down on the Egyptian desert. From a canyon
cutting through the sand, a cloud of dust
SOUNDS FADE UP
from the canyon... shouts of triumph, cries of
fear, moans of dying men: the language of
bleached-white arroyo, a small band of Hittite
CHARIOTEERS battles the Egyptian HOPLITES manning a
small border outpost.
of dust and the splatter of blood and sweat, swords
CLANG and bowstrings SING.
runs down a
fleeing Egyptian foot soldier, cutting his legs out
from underneath him.
A LONE EGYPTIAN
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
and finds his
chest. He slumps down, joining his fellow archers
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
archer lets loose a volley of arrows, but they miss
their mark. The fleeing soldier rounds a bend and
As the dust
settles, not one Egyptian soldier remains
Strickland ALL RIGHTS