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Becket  [1964]

1. O’Toole and Burton on their horses, across from each other on the beach. Two sets of tracks in the wet sand. The clouds in the sky behind O’Toole, marbled and stormy-looking.
2. The sword plunges down his back, cutting a red slit in his robe.
3. “I forbid you to gloat!”

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