EHRE [honor]

Here's an easier-to-shoot version of the story. Only three easy-to-get locations.

We see the face of a 10 year old boy as he looks admiringly at a poster on a brick wall. There are the sounds of bombs in the background. German-sounding media fill the air. The poster says EHRE and shows a V-2 style rocket with a porthole. In the porthole is a heart. The image is romantic as the rocket shoots off into space.

Cut to a photograph of the same poster. Then more photos of aircraft and rockets but looking overdesigned and overbuilt, some with dozens of wings and engines. The photos have a strange, pixellated look to them. We see that a woman is looking at them. French. She is in a dark room. Newspapers cover the windows. The room is lined with all sorts of old electronics. We hear French newscasts dimly in the background. She looks at her watch (or clock). Then, as if on schedule, the sound of beeping morse code fills the air. She begins writing numbers into a grid left to right, top to bottom. We dissolve to see her painting in the numbers in gray and then finally, we her standing before a large, poster size image. The image is composed of the black and white squares she was drawing. It appears to be some kind of metal apparatus with tubes and holes. Very abstract. Fade to black.

Title: 5 years later. We fade up on a medical scene. Very close up with shallow DOF. Muffled voices. Heart monitors and equipment beeping. We see tubes being injected, fluids flowing out of bandages. Chaotic imagery and then the woomph of a vacuum seal. It's inordinately bright and we can barely see a face through a series of wires and tubes. More electronic chatter. Then everything starts to shake violently. We hear the roar of rockets. The mouth filled with tubes contorts into a smile.

THE END