THREE MEN stand huddled together in deep snow, beneath a great wall of mountains. Blue sky overhead, mountains a blinding white. The men are discussing something we can’t hear. One of the men wears a beard and a long fur coat, almost like a pelt, a costume from another time.
The two other men walk over to a HELICOPTER and climb in. The bearded man stays behind. The helicopter starts up with a noise like a giant lawnmower, the blades blowing great clouds of snow. The helicopter rises from its own white mist. The bearded man shields his eyes with his hand.
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