JackWade CIA wrote:The Shocking revelation is not only will M as played by Judy Dench die, her last words will be "No, There is another". Sending Craig's Bond on quest to find this other 007, chasing the intangible hope he can redeem himself and maybe just maybe ignite the fading embers of humanity in smoldering the hearth of his soul.
Craig's Bond has a difficult time finding any trace of this other 007 who valiantly served his country, a mythical figure who somehow bucked the 00 section trend living long enough to retire with honors. The one aspiration Craig's Bond abandon with despair long before the completion of his first mission.
The trail grows cold and on the verge of giving up, Craig spots a silver DB5, in pristine condition, as it screams down a winding country road. Craig from his vantage point smirks then throws his car forward in cheerful pursuit. His high powered super car struggles to keep the sliver gleam in sight, finally loosing sight completely he admits defeat by slowing down, abandoning the breakneck speeds that had his tires squealing in protest. Some time later he slowly rolls into a sleepy hamlet, at a crossroad uncertain of the way he turns to left most road of the windy three way intersection. As he is admiring the lush qualities that make English villages the envy of the world, he spots the Silver DB5 parked carefully near a picturesque English inn and pub. The name of the establishment is displayed on weather beaten wooden sign hanging over the open door. "Tanners" is the name on the sign.
Craig's Bond enters the friendly atmosphere of the pup, striking up a conversation with a pleasant looking man liberally turning the spigots for the drinks. Craig says he is suppsoed to rendezvous with an acquaintance from a driving club the only problem is he has never met the man in person and is uncertain of what he looks like, skillfully suggesting that maybe the barman can help. His friend is driving a Silver DB5. The barman shakes his head in a negative responce telling Craig's Bond that he may know him on sight but only once he walks through the doorway, all men are equal to him because as far as he knows all men are walking, he goes on to explain with his view of the property he never sees the parking lot or the people as they drive in. Craig nods his head and thanks the barman by ordering a pint of whatever is on tap. Paying he then looks for a quiet spot in the corner to look over the crowd of people oblivious to him caught up in the quiet murmurer of conversation. His attention is diverted by time to time by the bevy of beautiful women in the pub, more so than he imagined a quiet country township as having rights to. Of the men, he carefully examines them but he is unable to catch a hint of anything that betrays the high level of training a former 00 will have received.
After a while he quietly excuses himself to find the restroom. The restroom is bigger, cleaner then he expected. It has a standard complement of one urinal and one closed off stall. He is startled briefly when the door opens, but soon the handsome dark haired man affably disarms him begging pardon as he didn't know the loo was in occupied. Craig dismisses any concern and proceeds to the sink to where he washes up, eventually splashing water on his face that he then mops off with a clean towel from the rack. He stares at his face, not recognizing the man he has become, his attention drifts to carefully studying his cold dead eyes with remorse.
Without warring his self examination is savagely interrupted by a vicious slamming of his head to the mirror. This is repeated four or five times in quick succession. Stunned his head is drawn away from the mirror giving him a view of his attacker, the handsome dark hair man who blundered harmlessly into the restroom not moments before. Craig now face cut and bloodied gazes uncomprehendingly at the reflection of his attacker in the shattered mirror eventually settling on the tall dark man's cold blue-gray eyes holding him in murderous contempt. Craig then feels the chilled dead metal of a small but accurate gun, a Walther PPK, pressed deeply against his neck. The man with a furious edge to his calm cultured voice, somehow making it all that much more frighting tells Craig's that Mildred, M's real name, was a very dear friend and he can not abide what was done to her.
Craig's body is pulled away from sink and mirrored wall supporting him then turned to face his attacker, fully revealing Pierce Brosnan to the suspense held audience. Craig's face is sorrowful on the verge of tears he wants to tell the man how sorry he is, how broken he is by the experience but his mouth fails to move, his throat fails to find an audible sound. Release from the strong grip of the man he slumps defeated to the floor, settling in pitiful lump certain he is about to meet his not undeserved end.
End of Act 1 & 2
Please excuse any misspellings or typos.
You and Kris should team up and write a script for the forum, maybe we could put it on the front page!
