Deer Hunter

NICK takes out his wallet, opens it hurriedly to the
PHOTOGRAPH OF LINDA and peers at it with a kind of ferocious
determination, as if this link were the last, as if by
staring at it hard he could make it hold.
NICK (CONT'D)
(his voice thin, cracking)
Hey, hey, the wind does blow.
Hey, hey, the snow does snow --
There is the sharp report of a pistol SHOT and then, as NICK
spins, staring at a shuttered building, there is the
unmistakable sound of APPLAUSE.
NICK stares at the building for a long moment, then he
crosses toward it.
EXT. YARD BEHIND BUILDING - SAIGON - NIGHT
A tiny light glows inside a paper lantern. Lying on the
around are three CORPSES, all of them Asian, all of them
expensively dressed and all of them with their heads blown
off. As NICK stands looking at them a door comes open on the