EXT. NEAR THE BASE CAMP AT THE CAVE OF SWIMMERS. DUSK
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As the sun sets in glory,
Almásy looks over at the range of rocks. One particular range
seems to look exactly like A WOMAN'S BACK.
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He squints at the rocks,
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then pulls out his Herodotus
to compare his sketch map with the terrain in front of him.
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EXT. CAVE OF SWIMMERS. DUSK
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Almásy clambers up the rocks, coming through a narrow crevice to find A NATURAL SHELF. |
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He scrambles up this path, reaching up, only to notice that his hand almost perfectly covers a CARVED HAND on the rock, and as he digests this he realises he has climbed past what is THE MOUTH OF A CAVE. He disappears inside. |
INT. CAVE OF SWIMMERS. FLASHLIGHT
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A FLASHLIGHT squirts into
the cave. Almásy treads cautiously along the narrow winding passage.
He comes to an open cavern and takes his flashlight up to a wall. Almásy
is astonished by what he sees.
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INT. CAVE OF SWIMMERS. FLASHLIGHT
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PAINTINGS EMERGE, figures,
animals. Ancient pictures. A giraffe. Cattle. Fish. Men with bows and
arrows. Almásy has led the whole party into the heart of the
cave. Now Madox comes alongside him at the wall, his flashlight joining
Almásy's and increasing the visibility of the paintings.
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A dark-skinned figure, apparently
in the process of DIVING into water, comes clearly into view. Then others,
supine, arms outstretched.
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MADOX: My God, they're swimming! They're swimming! The others crowd around. FIVE EXCITED FACES IN THE GREEN GLOOM OF THE CAVE. |
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