Book Clippings

The Book I'm using is Bioshock: Rapture page 389, which describes a New Year's eve in 1958 in an underwater city when an ambush makes their way in to destroy the party. 




First Possible Clip

On New Year’s Eve, Bill McDonagh sat with his wife at a corner table of the luxurious restaurant, near the wall-high window looking out into the churning depths of the sea.  He glanced out the window. The illuminated skyscraper-style buildings, seen through a hundred yards of rippling seawater, seemed to shimmy to the music of a Count Basie swing number.It was chilly near the window. But he didn’t want to sit any closer to the entourage gathered at several tables near the fountain. They were waving noisemakers, laughing, talking loudly over the music, doing their best to celebrate. Eliane's gaze took in the circular hot-pink neon sign, specially made up for the party shining Happy New Year 1959.

The Count Basie song finished, and Duke Ellington started. Wearing their gawdy party masks, a half dozen couples were dancing in a cleared space between the tables. The song stopped, simply cut off in mid-tune, and the countdown started, led by a giddy Sander Cohen: “Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, Happy New Year!"  Second possible clip Bill pulled Elaine close for the midnight kiss ...

That’s when the explosion came. The doors exploded inward, knocking three constables like rag dolls into the center of the room. Bill shoved their table over for partial cover, pushed Elaine to the ground behind the tabletop, and covered her with his body. Machine-gun rounds ricocheted from the bulletproof windows to slam through tuxedos, to wound squealing women in their glittering finery. Another bomb flew into the room and detonated body parts spun overhead, spraying blood. “Auld Lang Syne” was playing as machine-gun bullets raked the room as if the gunfire were part of the New Year’s Eve revelry.  Third Possible Clip Andrew Ryan’s voice came from the public address, at that moment, as he made his New Year’s speech ... “Good evening, my friends. I hope you are enjoying your New Year’s Eve celebration; it has been a year of trials for us all. Tonight I wish to remind each of you that Rapture is your city...” Bill peered around the edge of the table, saw a splicer in a black mask yelling, “Long live Atlas!” Another, running through the cloud of smoke at the shattered doors, bellowed: “Death to Ryan!” “... It was your strength of will that brought you here, and with that strength you shall rebuild. And so, Andrew Ryan offers you a toast. To Rapture, 1959. May it be our finest year.”   A security bot went whistling by overhead, firing at a thuggish splicer cartwheeling into the room. A nitro splicer in a fur-fringed white mask was throwing

another bomb, which blew up on a table under which three men in tuxes crouched their tuxedos and their flesh mingled wetly in the blast. “Come on, Elaine, we’re off!” he said gruffly.