NARRATOR: There was a time, not very long ago, when we lived in an enchanted world of elegant palaces and grand parties. The year was 1916 and my son Nicholas was the Czar of Imperial Russia. We were celebrating the 300th anniversary of our family's rule. And, that night, no star burned brighter than that of our sweet Anastasia, my youngest granddaughter. She begged me not to return to Paris, so I had a very special gift made for her, to make the seperation easier for both of us.

*running under bridge

ANASTASIA: Grandmama!

MARIE: Keep up with me, darling!

*angle on Rasputin leaping off bridge and tackling Anast. to the ground


MARIE: *rushing to help the little girl, gasping RASPUTIN!!!!

ANASTASIA: *turning to face the evil man who now possesses her right foot in his clutches LET ME GO, PLEASEEEEE!! OOHHHH

RASPUTIN: *thrashing in the snow and wind YOU'LL NEVER ESCAPE ME, CHILD. NEVER!!!!! *tightens grip on girl's ankle

*ice breaks beneath him; screams.

ANASTASIA: LET ME GO! *frees herself, causing Rasputin to plunge into the water