Lost Horizon Page #6

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BARNARD:

Well, it's a good morning, anyway.

LOVETT:

I'm never conversational before I

coffee.

Barnard glances out of the window, looks around outside

thoughtfully.

BARNARD:

Wait a minute. Is it a good morning?

Say, we're supposed to be traveling

east, aren't we?

LOVETT:

Why, of course. Yes.

BARNARD:

Well, it looks to me as if we're

traveling west.

LOVETT:

That's ridiculous.

BARNARD:

Is it?

LOVETT:

It certainly is.

BARNARD:

Look here—

LOVETT:

Any child knows how to tell

direction. Any child. I don't care

where the child is - in the air,

on the earth, or in the sea. If

you face the rising sun, your right

hand is the north, and your left

hand is the south—

BARNARD:

I always get it twisted because

I'm left-handed.

LOVETT:

Oh, really?

BARNARD:

Yes.

LOVETT:

Well, you just reverse it. Your

left hand is—

(tries to explain -

gets confused and

irritated)

What difference does it make what

'hand' you are? The north is the

north!

BARNARD:

Uh-huh. All I know is - the sun

rises in the east, and we're going

away from it.

LOVETT:

Now you're irritating and absurd!

CLOSE SHOT - LOVETT

As he sulks by himself, looks around - locates the sun in

back of him - smiles - satisfied he's right, throws a

condescending glance over at Barnard - then suddenly his

face clouds - the whole thing dawns on him.

LOVETT:

(jumps up shrieking)

Oh, my word - of course - yes.

Boy! Boy, we're traveling in the

wrong direction! Wake up! We're

going in the wrong direction!

45. FULL SHOT

Conway is still asleep.

GEORGE:

(concerned for Conway)

Couldn't you arrange to make a

little less noise?

LOVETT:

I tell you, we're going west, and

Shanghai is east of here!

GEORGE:

Be quiet! Fenner's the best pilot

in China. He knows what he's doing.

LOVETT:

(not quite reassured)

It's Fenner.

BARNARD:

He might have lost his way.

LOVETT:

Of course. That's what I told them

last night. You can't expect a man

to sail around in the dark.[5]

During this George has been looking

around - he rises.

GEORGE:

All right, all right. Calm yourself.

I'll talk to Fenner.

He crosses to panel leading to cockpit, CAMERA FOLLOWING

HIM. When he gets there he knocks on the window.

GEORGE:

Fenner! I - I say—

George knocks again. From the cockpit side - the small

shade suddenly snaps up - and George finds himself staring

into the face of the mysterious pilot. He takes an

instinctive step backward. The pilot turns his head. CAMERA

ANGLE WIDENS as George keeps backing up until he gets to

Conway. George turns to Conway and shakes his shoulder.

GEORGE:

Bob! Bob!

Conway stirs in his sleep, slowly opens his eyes, yawns

and stretches. Throughout it, George speaks.

GEORGE:

Wake up! Something's happened! It

isn't Fenner in the cockpit!

Conway looks at him, glances off toward the others, and

back at George.

CONWAY:

(dismissing him

with a gesture)

Oh, stop it!

GEORGE:

The bloke up there looks a Chinese,

or a Mongolian, or something.

BARNARD:

We're nowhere near Shanghai. We're

going in the opposite direction.

This interests Conway and he looks out of the window.

CONWAY:

We're over the desert. That's funny.

Then rising, he crosses to cockpit. The others watch him

expectantly.

46. GROUP SHOT - AROUND COCKPIT

Conway pounds on the panel. The face of the pilot appears

in sight. Conway tries to ask him something in Chinese.

The pilot glares at them for a second, then a gun is shoved

out at them. Instinctively they back away.

CONWAY:

Charming chap.

BARNARD:

(not being funny)

Nice puss to meet in a dark alley.

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