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decrepid silo sit
between fields of dry, uncut grass, in a serene isolated
valley.
TWO MEN tack together a broken fence that encloses an
overgrown paddock.
THREE WOMEN work in a vegetable garden.
TWO WOMEN hang wet clothes on a clothes line.
TWO MEN work in a cluttered garage on an old car. |
EXT. SPACE - MARS - TO ESTABLISH
THE RED PLANET momentarily eclipses the Sun. As sunlight
breaks across the edge, warming the surface...
EXT. MARS - DAY
We're MOVING THROUGH the channels of Acidalia Planitia to
find the ARES 3 HAB SITE.
LEWIS (OVER RADIO) |
MER DAY
FADE IN:
Just east of Webster Avenue in the North Bronx, 187th Street
is a predominantly Italian community and the commercial avenue
of the neighborhood. Fruit and vegetable stands, pizzerias,
butcher shops, bakeries, cleaners and dyers and bars flourish.
It is Saturday morning around eleven o'clock -- a market
day.
WOMEN, dark, gesticulative, with bu |
o, Miss Lark I got one for you.
Miss Lark likes to walk in the park with Andrew.
Hello, Andrew.
Ah, Mrs. Cory a story for you.
Your daughters were shorter than you, but they grew.
Dear Miss Persimmon--
Miss Persimmon:
Yes?
Bert:
Wind's in the east, mist comin' in.
Like something is brewin' about to begin
Can't put me finger on what lies in store
But I feel what's to happen, all happened before.
I'm sorry. Where was I? Thank you, one and all, for |
EXT. HIGH SEAS - DAY
The dragonhead prow of an ancient Viking ship cuts through the
thick fog of the rough North Atlantic Sea.
MUSIC EXPLODES: WAGNER'S "GOTTERDAMMERUNG" (Twilight of the Gods)
SUPERIMPOSE: THE TENTH CENTURY A.D.
EXT. BOW OF THE SHIP - DAY
Viking explorer LEIF ERICSON carefully studies his fob compass as
he dangles it above a parchm |
s of water.
Finally the picture settles into a high, wide shot of the
ocean and an adjacent coastline.
In a corner of the screen, the last rays of sunlight touch a
small, dark shape causing it to glow in the gathering
darkness: A three-masted sailing vessel.
2. THE SHIP - DUSK
[ ] She passes close enough to touch: hawsers as thick as a
man's trunk, massive black-painted timbers, muzzles of her
great guns projecting from every gun-port.
As the s |
UTTON (early 20s)_ speaks to a
DOCTOR;
DOCTOR
What are you going to do when you get out
of here? You're going to have to wear a
belt for six months, maybe a year...
FREDDIE
What kind of belt?
DOCTOR
A surgical belt. You won't be able to do
very heavy lifting.
FREDDIE
.I try to stay |
UTTON (early 20s)_ speaks to a
DOCTOR;
DOCTOR
What are you going to do when you get out
of here? You're going to have to wear a
belt for six months, maybe a year...
FREDDIE
What kind of belt?
DOCTOR
A surgical belt. You won't be able to do
very heavy lifting.
FREDDIE
.I try to stay |
MAX'S VOICE
C
I don't believe in heaven, but I have
this idea about it. Something I heard in
a song.
FADE IN:
White.
pristine, empty frame. Clean and peaceful.
MAX'S VOICE
Heave |
Ah, get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin'
And they put you on the day shift
BOB DYLAN
Subterranean Homesick Blues |
running up to a great, classic Hudson River
manor house; the country estate of William Parrish.
INT. PARRISH COUNTRY ESTATE - 4:00 AM
MOVE THROUGH French doors that lead from a wide terrace into
an expansive living room, DOWN wide corridors lined with
Bierstadt and Cole paintings, the Hudson River School, mists
and trees and small boats and distant humans.
INT. PARRISH BEDROOM - 4:00 AM
MOVE THROUGH the doorway to reveal a master bedroom furnish-
ed with exquisite simpl |
etin Office - Sidewalk.
Close-up: Of a time-worn plaque against
the side of a building. It reads:
THE BULLETIN
"A free press for a free people."
While we read this, a pair of hands |
to FADE as we SUPER TITLES. The
hand holding the photo suddenly FANS it in a rapid FLAPPING
motion, then holds it still. The image fades more, and again
the picture is FANNED.
As TITLES END the image fades to nothing. The hand holding
the photo FLAPS it again, then places it at the front of a
POLAROID CAMERA.
The camera SUCKS the blank picture up, then the FLASH BURSTS.
The Polaroid camera is lowered, revealing the sweaty, heavy-
breathing face of LEONARD (mid-30's). There are dro |
e stretch call of a horse race, and he's
into it.
TRACK ANNOUNCER (O.S.)
...at the top of the stretch it's
Cozy Girl in front with Backtrack
coming on... Cozy Girl by a length,
Backtrack closing...
ROPER
Come on. Stay up there, Cozy Girl...
The CAMERA |
Draft
9/22/04
WGAw
FADE IN:
FADE IN:
EXT. OCEAN - CLOSE UP: WATER - MORNING LIGHT
We are at the delicate interface between ocean and
air...liquid and gas...the event horizon where molecules
evaporate. This interchange is ethereal. Then, low
frequencies rumble through depths...louder.. |
be called a
masculinity crisis. Every fourth
American man uptight, threatened by
the increasing sexual demands of
American women...
EXT. SIDEWALK INTERVIEW - DAY
An IRATE WOMAN speaks into camera:
IRATE WOMAN
They always put it that way, but
well, all it means, you know, is
every fourth American woman's never
satisfied. That's it. I never am --
have been, you know...
EXT. SIDEWALK INTERVIEW - DAY
A COOL WOMAN speaks into camera:
COOL WOMAN
This, this i |
June, 1977
PROLOGUE BLACK SCREEN - SUPERIMPOSE:
THE FOLLOWING IS BASED ON A TRUE STORY.
IT OCTOBER 6, 1970 ISTANBUL,
TURKEY -
SOUND UNDER, SHARP: CRACKLE - RIP - SNIP...
FADE IN:
A SET OF CLOTHES ON A HOTEL ROOM BED -- trenchcoat, bulky
white turtle-neck sweat |
a circa
1970's tape recorder.
HARVEY MILK (V.O.)
This is Harvey Milk speaking on
Friday November 18th. This is to be
played only in the event of my
death by assassination...
REVEAL: HARVEY MILK, 48, sitting at his kitchen table in a
cluttered San Francisco apartment.
HARVEY MILK (CONT'D)
During one of the early campaigns,
I started opening my speeches with
the s |
1. FADE IN:
CLOSE SHOT A WHISKEY TUMBLER
That sits on an oak side bar under a glowing green bankers
lamp, as two ice cubes are dropped in. From elsewhere in
the room:
Man (off)
I'm talkin' about friendship. I'm talkin' about
character. I'm talkin' about--hell, Leo, I ain't
embarassed to use the word--I'm talkin' about
ethics.
Whiskey is poured int |
She looks extremely bored by the television images flickering
across her eyes. She has a pretty face: Large eyes, and pouty
mouth. Her knowing look is incongruous with a face clearly
still that of a girl.
- MINI (V.O.)
I know what you're thinking. Don't
bullshit me, because I do... You're
- thinking, oh dear lord in heaven,
please, I'm beg |
oned FACE.
The oval face is female, a woman of indeterminate age, her
features as fragile as porcelain. Her eyes are closed in
sleep, or in death ... or in something in between.
Now TWO MORE FACES emerge out of the darkness. They are
male, and they float into position on either side of the
female. They are just as ethereally beautiful, just as pale,
and like the female their eye |
We see three faces in lamplight, looking down. They have
been through a long vigil and it shows in their tired eyes
and disarranged clothing. One is a young gentlewoman with
a sweet girlish face, KATE KELLER; the second is an elderly
DOCTOR, stethoscope at neck, thermometer in fingers; the
third is a gruff gentleman in his forties with chin whis-
kers, CAPTAIN ARTHUR KELLER.
DOCTOR
Shet11 live.
K |
n King
FADE IN ON:
A SINGLE CIGARETTE. A MATCH. A HOTEL ICE BUCKET that holds a
bottle of champagne. The cigarette is unlit. The match is of
the kitchen variety. The champagne, unopened, is Dom Perignon.
There is only one sound at first: a strong WIND--
--now another sound, sharper--a sudden burst of TYPING as we
PULL BACK TO REVEAL
PAUL |
SHOOTING DRAFT
FADE IN:
EXT. LATE AFTERNOON SKY
Blue sky, a few puffs of cloud, pierced by slanting rays of
sunlight. Late afternoon on a perfect day.
SUPER TITLE: "HOUSTON, TEXAS. JULY 4, 2020."
As we hear, after a few more beats, an ASTRONAUT'S VOICE.
PHIL
T minus ten, nine, eight, start |
are behind the curve.
But knowledge moves the curve.
- Bill James
1 INT. OAKLAND COLISEUM - NIGHT 1
Static shots: A deserted locker room. Empty showers.
Cinder-block tunnels lit with wire-encased lamps like in
a coal mine. THREE SECURITY GUARDS watch a game on a TV.
LEGEND: October 15, 2001
We begin to hear disembodied cheering crowds and t |
rface of the sun and
blown through space by solar winds.
It plays an essential role in Cold Fusion, often toted as
the solution to humanity's future energy needs.
There is one major problem...
Helium3 is extremely scarce on Earth. The gas does,
however, exist in abundance on the Earth's only natural
satellite:
The Moon.
Should we turn to Cold Fusion in the future, it is
conceivable that man will mine the Moon for Helium3 and
bring |
May 1, 2011
INT. BISHOP'S HOUSE. DAY
A landing at the top of a crooked, wooden staircase. There is
a threadbare, braided rug on the floor. There is a long, wide
corridor decorated with faded paintings of sailboats and
battleships. The wallpapers are sun-bleached and peeling at
the corners except for a few newly-hung strips which are
clean and bright. A small easel si |
zen loaves of golden Italian bread are standing on
end in a shaft of morning sunlight. They are standing on end
in bins. In the window, ZITO'S can be read in reverse.
We leave the loaves and DRIFT DOWN TO a Progresso Products
calendar, which hangs from the wall by a nail. The month is
November. Various phone numbers and delivery dates have been
penned in in a rough scrawl. Now WE GO TO a white |
God grant me the Serenity to accept
the things I cannot change...
Our view travels sensuously down the Woman's naked torso to
find the Man's head buried between her legs.
MARSHALL (V.O.)
Why do you fight it so hard, Earl?
MR. BROOKS (V.O.)
Courage to change the things I
can...
MARSHALL (V.O.)
Come on, you've been a good boy for
a long time, you de |
r streaming, head swivelling left and
right, as he searches the lightening-dark. A crack to his
left. He spins round, raises his pistol, smacks past
saplings and plunges on.
EXT. THE GROUNDS OF WINDSOR CASTLE, FOREST - NIGHT
Close-up on BROWN as he bangs against a tree and heaves for
air. A face in its fifties, mad-fierce eyes, handsome,
bruised lips, liverish. He goes on searching the dark.
Stops. Listens through the rain. A beat. Thinking he
hears a faint thump in |
ptember 16, 2011
1 INT. ELLIS' ROOM - PREDAWN 1
ELLIS(14) sits fully-clothed on top of his made bed. He is a
wiry young man with a few blonde hairs on his upper lip
struggling desperately to be a mustache.
His room, cluttered with junk, is dark, quiet and tiny. A
backpack and an oversized Walkie-Talkie sit next to him.
The silence is cut by a SQUAWK from the Walkie. Ellis
quickly grabs it. |
he closer
sound of a car - its headlights illumine an oleander bush and
the limbs of an Eucalyptus tree. Then the headlights turn - a
street sign is suddenly brightly lit. The words on the sign
read... "Mulholland Drive." The car moves under the sign as
it turns and the words fall once again into darkness.
CUT TO:
EXT. NIGHT - MULHOLLAND DRIVE
Gliding we follow the car - an older black Cadillac limousine
- as it winds its way up Mulholland Drive through the
dar |
intage pulls to the side of
the road in a small rural town. A handsome, well-built man
gets out of the passenger side and thanks the Driver. THE
NEWCOMER carries his coat over his shoulder and a beat-up
suitcase; he's got a jut jaw and a modified pompadour, his
shirtsleeves are rolled all the way up past his biceps. He
wipes his brow against the sweltering heat and looks around. |
CREDITS OVER PHOTOS IN AN ALBUM
The photos include a sepia-tone portrait of an Italian
immigrant family... a b&w snapshot of ROBERTA, a nine-year-
old girl playing violin in front of a refrigerator (1950)...
...Roberta and her dashing Italian father, hand-carving a
wooden music stand... a b&w snapshot of Roberta in a communion
dress... Roberta at 15, playing violin in front of the sam |
(to camera)
I was born jaundiced. Once I sat on a toilet
seat at a Truck stop and caught hemorrhoids.
And i've learned to live with this chicken
Bone that's been lodged in my throat for the
past three years, so I knew Dad would be
devastated when he learned of my latest
affliction.
(to Harry)
Dad, I don't w |
which nevertheless was real" - Colin Clark.
Then, FADE UP ON:
Newsreel footage of SIR LAURENCE OLIVIER AND VIVIEN LEIGH
arriving back at Tilbury Docks to be greeted by an excited
crowd of fans. As they progress down the gangplank and stop
to sign autographs we HEAR an excited commentary OVER:
COMMENTATOR
"Returning to England are
Britain's acting royalty Sir
Laure |
. BUD
10. PEARL
11. OPAL
12. LINNEA
13. BARBARA JEAN (Name on Plane)
14. BILL
15. MARY
16. TRIPIETTE
17. L.A. JOAN
18. TOM
19 GLENN
20. BARNETT
21. KENNY
22. TOMMY BROWN
23. ALBUQUERQUE
24. STAR
HIGHWAY LINEUP
1. TRICYCLE MAN
2. MR. GREEN & L.A. JOAN
3. NORMAN - BILL & MARY
4. BARBARA JEAN & BARNETT (Ambulance)
5. HAVEN & BUD & PEARL
6. SUELEEN & WADE
7. TOM & STEWARDII
8. DELBERT & TRIPLETTE
9. GLENN (Bus - Connie White |
Y 1
No sound. We are in a speeding SUV. The passenger, LARA,
unsnaps her seat belt and reaches for the door handle. The
driver, JOHN, sees her door open and dives to GRAB her. The
SUV spins, HORNS BLARE, TIRES SCREECH, cars swerve to avoid
collision. We aren't sure what is happening, but we know
something has gone terribly wrong. Cut to BLACK. Read:
THE LAST THREE YEARS
2 INT. STEAK HOU |
6PM
Union Station, that gorgeous fifty-year-old monument to Art
Deco/California Mission architecture. Still beautiful. Still
grand.
A sign at one of the departure/arrival gates in the main
concourse-says the "San Diegan", number 2 64, is due at 12:00.
Set above the gates, a big clock - six feet in diameter.
THE TIME -
12:06.
We see the big |
. Footage from a press conference.
GUIDO
You kill your film several times,
mostly by talking about it. A film is
a dream. You kill it writing it down,
you kill it with a camera; the film
might come to life for a moment or two
when your actors breathe life back
into it - but then it dies again,
buried in film cans. Mysteriously,
sometimes, in the editi |
thing that will be obvious to viewers, but not
to readers, is that the nine principal parts in this
film are played by only three actors:
1) Gary, Gavin, Gabriel
2) Sarah, Susan, Sierra
3) Margaret, Melissa, Mary
It'll make more sense in context. Promise.
100 100
A MAN'S HAND
unwinds a short length of green string. We're extremely
close, with a shallow, blu |
s it is being drawn into
flesh. The ink is needled into the surface of the skin,
raw and bloody, the needled brush tapped with the
precision of ritual.
The tattoo is in the style of a Kuniyoshi print: Miyamoto
Musashi thrusting his spear into the writhing dragon.
The image has beauty but retains the violence required to
saturate flesh with art.
The skin canvas shifts uncomfortably with the needle-
work.
HOLLYWOOD |
FADE IN:
EXT. MOUNTAINS - NIGHT
Snow is falling in a gusting wind. The voice of an old man:
VOICE OVER
I was sheriff of this county when I
was twenty-five. Hard to believe.
Grandfather was a lawman. Father
too. Me and him was sheriff at the
same time, him in Plano and me here.
I think he was pretty proud of that.
I know I was.
EXT. |
ct star and woman -- her life full of
glamour and sophistication and mystery.
EXT. STREET - DAY
Mix through to William, 35, relaxed, pleasant, informal. We
follow him as he walks down Portobello Road, carrying a load of
bread. It is spring.
WILLIAM (V.O.)
Of course, I've seen her films and
always thought she was, well,
fabulous -- but, you know,
million miles from the world I live
in. Which is here -- Notting Hill
-- not a bad place |
EXT. CAROLINA MALL - MORNING
ONE LONG TRACKING SHOT FROM THE BACK.
A PERVERT in a trench coat runs along the edge of the
mall. A group of OLD WOMEN is coming toward the MAIN
ENTRANCE. The Pervert opens his trench coat and flashes
the old women. They SCREAM!
The Pervert ducks behind the bushes and runs with the
skill of a Navy SEAL. A FAMILY is walking down |
FADE IN:
EXT. HOUSE IN THE HOLLYWOOD HILLS - EARLY MORNING
A two-story California Craftsman with a SOLD sign in the
front yard. Yukon SUV pulls into the drive and stops.
The driver's door opens and DEREK CHARLES steps out, a
handsome and likable African-American in his early 30's; a
guy who's fought hard to make himself a success in business |
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the
very top of a water tower watching the last rays of sunlight.
A long moment passes before McMurphy's attention is drawn
elsewhere and he looks down.
REVERSE SHOT - McMURPHY'S POV
Far below, in the prison yard a MAN is SEEN hurrying acrcss
the yard where he joins a group of men composed of armed
prison guards, officials, and medics -- a stretcher, an
ambulance, a fire truck and safety nets spread out at the
base of the water tower. The man is seen talking to the
officials, th |
With the support of the Media Programme of the European Union
The SOUND of Muay Thai boxing... The Art of Eight Limbs... Thrust
and move... Feet shuffling across the ring...
FADE IN:
INT. BACK ROOM - NIGHT
CLOSE ON a pair of hands from VARIOUS ANGLES...
The SOUNDS of the fighting grow LOUDER. Punches, kicks, elbows...
The hands t |
Guest
Full Film Transcript by Pierre Gautard
[Main Credits]
1 EXT. BEAUTIFUL COUNTRYSIDE, SMALL TOWN DAY 1
Small beautiful country town in the fall, on the shore of a
great lake. Close in on school. [Music: Canon in D by
Pachelbel, and angel voices singing then: ] |
a simple beauty and very pregnant, propped up in a bed,
wearing a hospital gown. A heart rate monitor BEEPS. She touches
her swollen belly, flush with excitement, her eyes full of wonder.
MAN'S VOICE (O.S.)
Okayp, just relax.now. This'll be over
Caitti before you know it.
Kate looks up. Her smile falters-as we REVEAL:
INT. DELIVERY ROOM - NIGHT
Harsh lights overhead. -THUNDER rumbles outside. Kate's on |
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EXT. FIELD - DAY
1 1
We're moving through a cornfield. At speed. The sound of
children's laughter. Excited shrieking.
A beautiful young girl, (MARY BOLEYN, 8), our heroine, runs
through the fields, being chased by her younger brother, GEORGE,
and sister, ANNE, (10).
Touchingly, MARY is barely taller than the corn, her head
skimming along the |
White Final: 08/05/97
Blue Revised: 09/17/97
Pink Revised: 11/11/97
Green Revised: 12/15/97
Goldenrod Revised: 12/16/97
Buff Revised: 03/17/98
Salmon Revised: 03/23/98
BLA |
White Final: 08/05/97
Blue Revised: 09/17/97
Pink Revised: 11/11/97
Green Revised: 12/15/97
Goldenrod Revised: 12/16/97
Buff Revised: 03/17/98
Salmon Revised: 03/23/98
BLA |
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This film is short.
This film is fast.
FADE IN:
EXT. MANHATTAN - DAY
The whole island, from the south. For a second. Literally.
EXT. NEW YORK SKYLINE - DAY
Closer, just the skyline. For another second.
EXT. UPPER WEST SIDE - DAY
Closer still, the Upper West Side. For another second. No
time to waste admiring the scenery. |
FADE IN:
1 EXT/INT. NIGHTCLUB- EVENING 1
A disembodied gaggle of jersey clad shoulders, jeans, and
hats crosses a narrow street. Lights flare, hands are
stamped, torsos are patted down. Money exchanges hands. We
descend into a black, throbbing tunnel.
Explicit music booms from bassy club speakers. Hips, legs
feet dancing.
A GO-GO DANCER struts and wiggles around a brass pole. Hoots
and c |
PACE
A million suns shine in the dark.
A STARSHIP cuts through the night: a gleaming white cruiser.
Galleries of windows. Flying decks and observation domes.
On the hull: EXCELSIOR - A HomeStead Company Starship.
The ship flashes through a nebula. Space-dust sparkles as it
whips over the hull, betraying the ship's dizzying speed.
The nebula boils in the ship's wake. The Excelsior rockets
on, spotless and be |
Paris it is possible to see one of
the most famous documents in the
history of the world - the official
record of the trial of Joan of Arc.
The Bibliothèque Nationale's original record of the trial of
Joan of Arc is shown on the screen. An invisible hand turns
over the manuscript pages.
... If you turn over the pages,
yellow with age, which contain the
account of h |
ds. Beautiful. Untamed. Soaring old-growth elms
arch over riverside maples along the shores of the gently
curving, deep-water Santee River.
SUPERIMPOSITION:
SOUTH CAROLINA
April, 1776
Upstream, the swamps. Beautiful. Hundreds of BIRDS SING.
Shafts of sunlight pierce the canopy, cutting through the
hanging moss and kudzu, falling onto soft, swaying ferns
covering the high ground.
The water is clear, with fields of floating lily pads,
each with a stark white f |
Out of BLACK we hear the sound of an airplane roaring by.
EXT. POV OF AN AIRPLANE
Flying over American heartland. We see the earth through the
pilot's perspective as sky and ground swap positions, the
plane swooping down and storming over the ground.
THE PLANE
is a biplane, racing over a field lush with young plants. It
releases a trail of crop spray, and climbs again...
Up into a crystalline blue sky where sunshine pours like
honey over family farms stretching t |
Copyright, 1959 1988 & 1998
Leo Marks
The screen remains dark for a moment.
In the darkness WE HEAR the film's THEME MUSIC - a gentle
whirring purring noise. Nothing to be alarmed about. It
might be a small contented motor.
FADE IN:
EXT. A DESERTED STREET - NIGHT
LONG SHOT of the solitary figure of a WOMAN standing
professionally alon |
begins.
LILLY
For three hundred years the great plagues have
swept the earth. Diseases created from the
experiments of the Alchemists.
We see death tolls appear through this graphically.
The plague - 5 million souls. Virulent Small Pox - 10 million.
Mutated Influenza 30 Million Souls...
Lilly
Thinking they had discovered Gods secret c |
REEN
which transforms to a milky white and eventually into a
bright high noon sun. A large black bird flies in circles
overhead. As it wipes the sun a bright flare causes...
CLOSEUP - PAIR OF EYES
to squint, then adjust to the light and finally open. They
look tired, but content, maybe even relaxed.
CLOSEUP - MAN
the owner of the eyes. Though we only see from his shoulders
to the top of his head, we can tell he's lying in a field.
His arm is |
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typewriter. Someone reaching out to us. The bell dings,
announcing the end of a line, and we see our title...
THE PERKS OF BEING A WALLFLOWER
Music begins, picture fades up, and we are in the city.
Downtown Pittsburgh. Looking out of the back window like a
child in the back of a station wagon.
We see lights on buildings and everything that makes us
wonder. We see the bridge. And the river below. And then
we enter...
The Tunnel. |
e story begins in this grubby alley, where two extra
large ambulances screech to a stop beside a loading
platform. Onlookers gather in the alley entrance to
see how many people died; nobody died, the backdoors
of the ambulances are opened by attendants, and six
perfectly fine victims of perfectly terrible automobile
accidents are lifted into wheelchairs.
The cripples are beautifully dressed, the men in tuxedos, |
es along the Delaware and Schuylkill Rivers,
Independence Square, the Russian Orthodox neighborhood, the
ghettos of North Philly.
MAIN TITLES PLAY OVER THIS SEQUENCE which culminates in a
SHOT OF...
CUT TO:
PHILADELPHIA'S GLORIOUSLY ORNATE CITY HALL (EXT./DAY) ...
TITLE: "Philadelphia City Hall."
CITY EMPLOYEES, JUDGES, COPS, LAWYERS, CRIMINALS, TOURISTS
pour into City Hall, into... |
Note: Unless otherwise indicated, all dialogue spoken by
Germans will be in the German language and subtitled.
FADE IN:
INT. WARSAW (ARCHIVE) - DAY
Black and white. Street scene. People toing and froing. A
man rattles by.
SUPERIMPOSE CAPTION:
WARSAW 1939
INT. STUDIO, RADIO STATION, WARSAW - DAY |
Maori dialogue and translator
SELWYN MURU
(c) copyright:
Jan Chapman Productions Pty Ltd
2 Fairlight Street Leichhart 2040
NSW Australia
4th draft 1991
Developed with the assistance of
The Australian Film Commission
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FADE IN
1 EXT. CONSTELLATION OF ORION - NIGHT
Stars glitter like diamonds on the black velvet backdrop of space.
The Belt of Orion is center screen, but much nearer and larger
than ever seen by an Earth-bound astronomer.
A speck of light appears in the lower left corner of the screen.
No spaceship can be seen, but only a glowworm, a solitary sperma-
tosoan glidin |
rotating down on a hot,
dusty lifeless airstrip somewhere in Vietnam. Nothing seems to
live or move in the midday sun.
TITLES RUN
A DOZEN NEW RECRUITS step off the plane, unloading their duffel
bags, looking around like only the new can look around, their
hair regulation-clipped, crisp, new green fatigues fitting them
like cardboard.
CHRIS TAYLOR is just another one of them - as he turns into a
tight closeup, to look at a motorized cart pulling up alongside
... He's about |
- Lewis Carroll "Through the looking glass"
FADE IN:
INT. HIGH SCHOOL AUDITORIUM. DAY.
A college counselor stands at the Podium lecturing the high
school seniors about their future.
COLLEGE COUNSELOR
... For those of you going on to college
next year, the chance of finding a good
job will actually decrease by the time
you graduate. Entry level jobs will drop
from thirty-one to twenty-six percent,
and the median income for those jobs
will |
E IN:
We are in the belly of a wave.
Light refracts in a constant collision of water.
SLOW MOTION, the hallucinatory prisms, like liquid
diamonds taking flight, dreamlike...
EXT. OCEAN - DUSK
Backlit against a flaming sun a solitary SURFER glides
across the green glassy peak. TIME IS STRETCHED until his
movements gain a grace and fluidity not of this world.
Total Zen concentration. Body weight centered, eyes
forward and on the next section.
EXT. URBAN STREET - DUSK |
(UTAH) - DAY 1
Jagged mountains defy a dark, foreboding sky. We hear
PLODDING HOOVES, CREAKING LEATHER. A lone wanderer
appears. Wearing a long coat and a battered hat, he
carries a bolt-action carbine. His name forgotten,
history remembers him simply as THE POSTMAN.
His laden pack mule, BILL, BRAYS, as they pass a battered
sign: "The Great Salt Lake Marina." They start down a
slope and begin to cross a...
DRY LAKE |
THE POWER OF ONE
What if the power of one becomes the
power of many and the power of many
becomes the power of one?
FADE IN:
1 EXT. SOUTH AFRICAN FARM - DAY (1939) 1
A white car sits in the yard of the farmhouse. On the
door, a decal: "CAPETOWN SANITORIUM." Two men dressed
in the white uniforms of the sanitorium exit the farm-
house; one gently guiding a rather frail, tro |
pears over a black
screen.
Every blade of grass has its Angel
that bends over it and whispers,
"Grow, grow."
The Talmud
FADE IN:
1987
1 EXT HARLEM STREET DAY 1
A COLD WIND blows a bright red scarf tangled high on a street
lamp.
An iron waste bin is blown sideways into an inter |
way through them. As TITLES END-
BORDEN (V.O.)
Are you watching closely?
A SECOND BLACK CAT races into frame, HISSING, SPITTING,
CHASING the first cat into the woods beyond and we-
CUT TO:
INT. CLUTTERED WORKSHOP -- DAY
Moving along a row of CANARIES in CAGES.
CUTTER (V.O.)
Every magic trick consists of three
part, or acts...
Stop at a cage. Weat |
to life. Maids pull dustsheets
off furniture; servants open shutters. Sunshine spills
into the great rooms of Netherfield. outside, a glimpse
of rolling parkland.
TITLE:
"It is a truth universally
acknowledged...
Its a whirlwind of activity. Servants bustle around,
sweeping and polishing, readying the house for its new
occupants. The shutters of a room are opened onto the |
t-day London traffic.
INT. BANK VAULT - DAY
An iron gate opens, and two bank guards come in. One of
them switches on the lights. On the shelves which line
the walls are dusty strong-boxes, document cases, wrapped
packages, etc. The guards move along the shelves
searching for something.
WATSON'S VOICE
Somewhere in the vaults of a bank in
London is a tin dispatch box with my name
on it. It is not to be opened until |
IN
ON BLACK SCREEN
SPORTSCASTER'S VOICE (V.O.)
Allright, bowl bid ridin' here for
E.S.U. Fourth down on the Georgia
Tech 18. 4 ticks left. Kane sets 'em
down.
INSTANT CUT TO:
LINE OF TAPED KNUCKLES - NIGHT
smashing into the mud, as a f |
INT. MARGARET'S APARTMENT - EARLY MORNING
The sun peeks over the horizon. There's a stunning view of
Central Park from this apartment, but whoever lives here isn't
watching.
As we wander through expensive furniture, a steady THUMP, THUMP,
THUMP echoes through the apartment. Eventually, we see MARGARET
MILLS (37) running on a treadmill, watching "The O.C." on Tivo,
and reading a manuscript.
She sprints |
ICK STREETS OF MICHIGAN CITY, INDIANA - A BROWN
PONTIAC
is parked at the curb. It waits.
INT. PONTIAC - "RED" HAMILTON ( 34)
looks at his watch. With his meticulously parted red hair, he
might be a bank president. It's 6:55 a.m.
HAMILTON
Time.
Thirty year old JOHN HERBERT DILLINGER is in the backseat. He
nods. His arms are behind him. We don't know why. Red starts
the car an |
soft, moist, shapeless mass or matter.
2. A magazine or book containing lurid subject matter and
being characteristically printed on rough, unfinished paper.
American Heritage Dictionary: New College Edition
INT. COFFEE SHOP MORNING
A normal Denny's, Spires-like coffee shop in Los Angeles.
It's about 9:00 in the morning. While the place isn't jammed,
there's a healthy num |
CUT TO:
INT. WAREHOUSE - EARLY MORNING
CAMERA (STEADICAM) holds on a man in a suit, sitting behind
a desk, on the phone: BARRY EGAN (Adam Sandler)
BARRY
...yes I'm still on hold...
OPERATOR
And what was this?
BARRY
I'm looking at your advertisement
for the airline promotion and
giveaway? |
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(1) Black Screen
SOUND under: MUSIC building in INTENSITY
as--
PRINCE
(over)
Dearly belov`ed,
We are gathered here today
To get through this thing
called life.
Electric word life, |
We are inside a human brain. A pack of neurons FIRE OFF to the left,
and rocket their way across synapses to the optic nerve. Passing the
eye socket, they speed toward a silky, curvilinear membrane (the
retina) on which we see an image projected:
AN UPSIDE DOWN COMPUTER SCREEN
Neurons PING into the membrane: the picture suddenly FLIPS RIGHT SIDE
UP and we follow the light, flashing in a blur through the iris and |
997. Up and down the country, the PEOPLE
OF BRITAIN, people of all shapes and sizes and denominations,
black and white, young and old, are going to the Polls.
Everyone, that is, except the people that live in...
EXT. BUCKINGHAM PALACE - DAY
The most instantly recognisable Palace in the world.
The Royal Standard, (the flag of heraldic lions and symbolic
harp-strings that signals the Monarch's presence |
tiful girl in her early 20's, is smoking
furiously on the porch of an URBAN HALFWAY HOUSE. She glances
impatiently at her watch and presses her ear to her cell
phone. As she exhales, WE HEAR the rumble of thunder.
Irritated, she crams her cell phone into her bag.
ROSA a halfway house staff nurse is patiently handling
WALTER, an irate patient who is screeching... |
ck.
Fists swing and punch at the air.
Credit over black.
WE CATCH A GLIMPSE of young JAKE LAMOTTA.
THEN CUT TO:
INT. BARBIZON PLAZA THEATRE - DRESSING ROOM - NIGHT (1964)
JAKE LAMOTTA, wearing a tux, is shadow-boxing.
We are unsure of where he is -- he moves in and out of the
shadows. At 42, he's overweight and out of shape, but the
balls of his feet still pop up and down like they were on
canvas and his tiny fists still |
ER, the middle-aged "Buddy" of this story and
the observer through whose eyes it is seen. He has a dry,
ironic, rather agreeable manner and he should seem like
everyone's idea of a successful author, a slightly graying,
trim, still-youthful-looking fifty. The CAMERA follows him as
he walks into the terminal carrying a small travel bag.
INT. DELTA TERMINAL - KENNEDY AIRPORT - DAY
CUT TO a shot of Willcox Hillyer at a counter getting his
ticket processed. A little smile is on his face |
DAY. CREDITS
1995. A modern apartment, all cool and glass. MICHAEL BERG is
preparing breakfast, laying the table for two. He is 51, dark-
haired, saturnine. He is doing everything with deliberate
quietness, taking the occasional glance towards the bedroom
to check he's not making too much noise. He is boiling an
egg, which he takes out of boiling water and puts on a
sparkling clean plate. |
neering woman in her sixties who
has made her son Frank dependent upon her for every
breath he takes. She is the irritant in the
household--the silent ruler--the silent enemy of
Frank's marriage.
JIM'S FATHER: Frank is an unfeathered man who has never been
able to have fun. He is anxious to be a real father
to Jim, but has never learned how.
JIM'S MOTHER: Tense and immature, she has never found the
husband she married. Upset by the presen |
body's red-sleeved arms is twisted at a sickening angle. The
white snow beneath the figure is spreading with red.
REVEAL EXT. SNOWY ROAD - NIGHT
The figure in the suit lies motionless. Snowflakes drift.
INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT
Dark, rustic wood, an office with broken windows and whistling
winter beyond. A second BODY in a Santa Claus suit lies dead
in the doorway. |
et. Just the sounds of The City
LINDA SANTANA CRAIG, an attractive Hispanic woman in her
thirties, waits at the ELEVATED STATION for the F train.
Linda looks great. She's dressed festively but tastefully.
Next to her is her eleven year old DAUGHTER, ALICIA. She is
twirling about the platform, still jazzed from the birthday
party they attended in The City.
Alicia wears a black dress with a pink cardigan and has a pink
handbag. We notice a CHARM BRACEL |
Just a web of lights- a billion stars hang
in a velvet void. The only sound is the howl of the cosmic wind.
The light of a distant sun strikes a rising planet. We see ragged
continents and oceans wreathed in cloud. This is earth rise. Our world
spins slowly in space, a thing of beauty, of awesome majesty. In all this
nothingness - life.
We push in on the planet - in to the Americas. The wind grows louder -
A PUEBLO VILLAGE.
A broken-down pick-up bumps into a God-forsaken village |
vel by
MICHAEL PUNKE
September 26, 2007
Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice.
- Samuel Johnson |
wing windows of New
York City. The SOUNDS of a cocktail party.
INT. GREENWICH VILLAGE APARTMENT - NIGHT, 1947. FLASHBACK.
A party of bohemian types in the village. Artist's canvases
propped up against the walls. A narrow hallway with couples
talking intimately. Two rooms crammed with young people
smoking and drinking.
A man and a woman in their 20's stand alone in |