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JENNIFER EIGHT
</b>
Written by
Bruce Robinson
June 1991
<b> 1: INT. COMMUNITY HALL. DAY.
</b>
The Church of St. Peter Los Angeles. "WHOEVER YOU SEE HERE -
WHATEVER YOU HEAR HERE - STAYS HERE." That's a notice on a
wall. Here's another notice "NO SMOKING." Everyone is smok-
ing. This is an AA meeting. There's a lot of Faces to look
at. I don't know when we'll get to the one that's talking,
but when we do it's like this. Eyes like glue. 50 years old
with a face the color of a snuff-users hanky. He says this:
<b> BENNY
</b> .. after my third recovery my wife made
me swear I'd never bring another bottle
into the house. And I never did. I bur-
ied it under the lawn. Cut out a turf &
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HIGH FIDELITY
By
D.V. De Vincentis, Steve Pink, & John Cusack
Based on the novel by Nick Hornby
<b> 9/11/98
</b>
London Draft Registered: WGAw
<b>
</b>
<b> FADE IN
</b>
<b> INT. ROB'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
</b>
<b> STEREO
</b>
Not a minisystem, not a matching set, but coveted audiophile
clutter of McIntosh and Nakamichi, each component from a
different era, bought piece by
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Invader." "Rejoice in Messias, the Day Is at Hand." The labels were
sense-free; they were Xs in an equation, signifying only that there was
_something_ there which was unknown.
"The Runaway Planet" stopped running when it closed on Earth.
"The Invader" didn't invade; it merely sent down one slaggy,
midnight-blue tetrahedron to Everest.
And "Rejoice in Messias" stole Earth from its sun--with Earth's old
moon, which it converted into a miniature sun of its own.
That was the time when men were plentiful and strong--or thought they
were--with many huge cities and countless powerful machines. It didn't
matter. The new binary planet showed no interest in the cities or the
machines.
There was a plague of things like Eyes--dust-devils without dust,
motionless air that suddenly tensed and quivered into lenticular
shapes. They came with the planet and the Pyramid, so that there
probably was some connection. But there was nothing to do about the
Eyes. Striking at them was like striking at air--was the same thing, in
fact.
While the men and machines tried uselessly to do something about it,
the new binary system--the stranger planet and Earth--began to move,
accelerating very slowly.
But accelerating.
In a week, astronomers knew something was happening. In a month, the
Moon sprang into flame and became a new sun--beginning to be needed,
for already the parent Sol was visibly more distant, and in a few years
it was only one other star among many.
* * * * *
When the little sun was burned to a clinker, they--whoever "they"
were, for men saw only the one Pyramid--would hang a new one in the
sky. It happened every five clock-years, more or less. It was the same
old moon-turned-sun, but it burned out, and the fires needed to be
rekindled.
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: "I started to tell you how I put Murphy out of
business."]
Mr. Shrimplin had risen early that day, or, as he told Custer, he had
"got up soon", and long before his son had left his warm bed in the
small room over the kitchen, was well on his rounds in his high
two-wheeled cart, with the rack under the seat which held the great cans
of gasolene from which the lamps were filled. He had only paused at Maxy
Schaffer's Railroad Hotel to partake of what he called a Kentucky
breakfast--a drink of whisky and a chew of tobacco--a simple dietary
protection against the evils of an empty stomach, to which he
particularly drew Custer's attention.
His father's occupation was entirely satisfactory to Custer. Being
employed by the town gave him an official standing, perhaps not so
distinguished as that of a policeman, but still eminently worth while;
and Mr. Shrimplin added not a little to the sense of its importance by
dilating on the intrigues of ambitious rivals who desired to wrest his
contract from him; and he impressed Custer, who frequently accompanied
him on his rounds, with the wisdom of keeping the lamps that shone upon
the homes of members of the town council in especially good order.
Furthermore, there were possibilities of adventure in the occupation; it
took Mr. Shrimplin into out-of-the-way streets and unfrequented alleys,
and, as Custer knew, he always went armed. Sometimes, when in an
unusually gracious mood, his father permitted him to verify this fact
by feeling his bulging hip pocket. The feel of it was vastly pleasing to
Custer, particularly when Mr. Shrimplin had to tell of strangers engaged
in mysterious conversation on dark street corners, who slunk away as he
approached. More than this, it was a matter of public knowledge that he
had had numerous controversies in low portions of the town touching the
right of the private citizen to throw stones at the street lamps; to
Custer he made dire threats. He'd "toss a scare into them red necks yet!
They'd bust his lamps once too often--he was laying for them! He knowed
pretty well
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. Later,
when he would fain have removed the bandage, he found it tied in a hard
knot.
For the hundredth time within a month he was once more tugging at the
knot. To give himself the benefit of an object-lesson, he turned his
pockets inside out, throwing together a small heap of loose silver and
crumpled bank-notes on the table. After which he made a deliberate
accounting, smoothing the creases out of the bills, and building an
accurate little pillar with the coins. The exact sum ascertained, he
sat back and regarded the money reflectively.
"Ninety-five dollars and forty-five cents. That's what there is left
out of the nest-egg; and I've been here rather less than four months.
At that rate I've averaged, let me see"--he knitted his brows and made
an approximate calculation--"say, fifty dollars a day. Consequently,
the mill will run out of grist in less than two days, or it would if
the law of averages held good--which it doesn't, in this case. Taking
the last fortnight as a basis, I'm capitalized for just about one hour
longer."
He looked at his watch and got up wearily. "It's Kismet," he mused.
"I might as well take my hour now, and be done with it." Whereupon he
rolled the money into a compact little bundle, turned off the gas, and
felt his way down the dark stair to the street.
At the corner he ran against a stalwart young fellow, gloved and
overcoated, and carrying a valise.
"Why, hello, Jeffard, old man," said the traveler heartily, stopping to
shake hands. "Doing time on the street at midnight, as usual, aren't
you? When do you ever catch up on your sleep?"
Jeffard's laugh was perfunctory. "I don't have much to do but eat and
sleep," he replied. "Have you been somewhere?"
"Yes; just got down from the mine--train was late. Same old story with
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<b> THE BIG BLUE
</b>
by
Luc Besson
Bob Garland
Marylin Golden
"God is at the bottom of the sea and
I dive to find him."
Enzo Maiorca
<b>FADE IN:
</b>
<b>EXT. GREEK ISLAND - SUNSET
</b>
<b>CREDIT SEQUENCE:
</b>
The image is in black and white.
The sun disappears behind arid cliffs which cast giant
shadows on the sea.
A little boy around 8 years old -- tanned from head to toe
-- sprints along the cliffs, scrambles from one rock to
another with amazing agility.
In one hand, he carries a transparent plastic bag. In the
other, a net bag containing flippers, mask, pants and
sweater.
The only thing that slows him down is his bathing suit --
obvious hand-me-downs -- way too big. He tugs on them as
he goes, holding them up... Until they slide again... as
he leaps again... and pulls them up...
The little boy is JACQUES MAYOL.
End credits.
<b>EXT. GREEK ISLAND - SUNSET
</b>
JACQUES reaches a ledge jutting out over a deserted cove.
He spits in his mask... expertly spreads the spit with a
finger... locks his feet into the flippers... and dives.
He surfaces a long way out... adjusts his mask...
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<b> SNOW WHITE AND THE HUNTSMAN
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Written by
Evan Daugherty, John Lee Hancock & Hossein Amini
Story by
Evan Daugherty
Inspired by the Brothers Grimm's
"Little Snow White"
November 22nd, 2011
<b> 1 EXT. GARDENS/ CASTLE - DAY. 1
</b>
From high above we see the castle gardens covered in a blanket
of snow.
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</b><b> KILLING ZOE
</b>
Written by
Roger Avary
<b> FADE IN:
</b>
<b> INT. TAXI CAB - MOVING - DAY
</b>
Rain falls on the rear window of a taxi parked in the taxi
zone of the Charles de Gualle Airport.
Aside from the incessant tapping of rain on the roof of the
cab we hear the sounds of the airport: the almost monotonic
loudspeaker declaring in French that loitering is not
permissible and that should any bags be left unattended that
they will be destroyed; the honking of the horns from other
automobiles; the unintelligible chatter of people as they get
their bearings. Inside the cab, playing on the radio, is
Angelique Kidjo's funky song "Batonga".
Then, the rear door to the cab opens and in an EXTREME CLOSE
UP we see ZED, a young man with wild, almost mesmerizing eyes
shielded by small round glasses, and with a head of nappy red
hair. His face has drops on it from the flurry outside.
He settles himself, then looks to the CAB DRIVER, an easy
going Senegalese/Frenchman
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<b> WAG THE DOG
</b>
by
David Mamet
<b>10/14/96
</b>
<b>FADE IN:
</b>
<b>A CARD, WHITE ON THE BLACK SCREEN, READS:
</b>
Why does a dog wag its tail?
<b>BENEATH IT, THE NEXT LINE FADES IN:
</b>
Because a dog is smarter than its tail.
<b>CROSS-FADE TO THE NEXT CARD, WHICH READS:
</b>
If the tail were smarter, the tail would wag the dog.
<b>DISSOLVE
</b>
<b>FADE IN:
</b>
<b>EXT THE WHITE HOUSE NIGHT
</b>
<b>A VAN FULL OF PEOPLE STOPS AT A SIDE ENTRANCE.
</b>
<b>ANGLE INT THE WHITE HOUSE
</b>
<b>AT THE SIDE, UTILITY ENTRANCE, WE SEE THE DISGORGING WORKING-CLASS MEN AND
</b><b>WOMEN, THEY PASS THROUGH SECURITY SCREENING IN THE B.G., THROUGH METAL
</b><b>DETECTORS, AND PAST SE
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owe the addition
of love in our modern literature. The composer of Beowulf could not
have conceived the Arthur Saga or the Tristram love-legend. These
things belong to a later age, when Celtic and Teutonic elements were
fused in the Anglo-Norman race. But we still find in our literature
the sombre hues. And, after all, it is in the forest of sorrow and pain
that we discover the most beautiful flowers and the subtlest perfumes.
I desire to express my indebtedness to A. J. Wyatt and William Morris
for their translations; to A. J. Wyatt for his edition of the poem
in the original; to Thomas Arnold for his terse and most informing
work on Beowulf; to the authors of articles in the Encyclopaedia
Britannica and in Chambers's Encyclopaedia and The Cambridge History
of English Literature.
Ernest J. B. Kirtlan.
Brighton,
November, 1913.
THE STORY OF BEOWULF
I
The Prelude
Now we have heard, by inquiry, of the glory of the kings of the
people, they of the Spear-Danes, how the Athelings were doing deeds
of courage. [3] Full often Scyld, the son of Scef, with troops of
warriors, withheld the drinking-stools from many a tribe. This
earl caused terror when at first he was found in a miserable
case. Afterwards he gave help when he grew up under the welkin,
and worshipfully he flourished until all his neighbours over the sea
gave him obedience, and yielded him tribute. He was a good king. In
after-time there was born to him a son in the Court, whom God sent
thither as a saviour of the people. He saw the dire distress that
they formerly suffered when for a long while they were without a
prince. Then it was that the Lord of Life, the Wielder of glory,
gave to him glory. Famous was Beowulf. [4] Far and wide spread his
fame. Heir was he of Scyld in the land of the Danes. Thus should
a young man be doing
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and stumbled eagerly ashore. And now we were in the very heart of heroic
things. Nowhere, I think, was the new soldier plunged so suddenly into
the genuine scenes of war as he was at Gallipoli; in France there was a
long transition of training-camps and railway trains and billets, and he
moved by easy gradations to the firing-line. But here, a few hours after
a night in linen sheets, we stood suddenly on the very sand where, but
three weeks before, those hideous machine-guns in the cliffs had mown
down that astonishing party of April 25. And in that silver stillness it
was difficult to believe.
We shambled off up the steady slope between two cliffs, marvelling that
any men could have prevailed against so perfect a 'field of fire.' By
now we were very tired, and it was heavy work labouring through the soft
sand. Queer, Moorish-looking figures in white robes peered at us from
dark corners, and here and there a man poked a tousled head from a hole
in the ground, and blinked upon our progress. Some one remarked that it
reminded him of nothing so much as the native camp at Earl's Court on a
fine August evening, and that indeed was the effect.
After a little the stillness was broken by a sound which we could not
conceal from ourselves was 'the distant rattle of musketry'; somewhere a
gun fired startlingly; and now as we went each man felt vaguely that at
any minute we might be plunged into the thick of a battle, laden as we
were, and I think each man braced himself for a desperate struggle. Such
is the effect of marching in the dark to an unknown destination. Soon we
were halted in a piece of apparently waste land circled by trees, and
ordered to dig ourselves a habitation at once, for 'in the morning' it
was whispered 'the Turks search all this ground.' Everything was said in
a kind of hoarse, mysterious whisper, presumably to conceal our
observations from the ears of the Turks five miles away. But then we did
not know they were five miles away; we had no idea where they were or
where we were ourselves. Men glanced
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idding scowl, and it was no
slight matter to change this on the spur of the moment into a
pleasant smile. Finally, a man who has been sitting for half an
hour in front of a sheet of paper bearing the words: "The
Adventure of the Wand of Death," and trying to decide what a wand
of death might be, has not his mind under proper control.
The net result of these things was that, for perhaps half a
minute, Ashe behaved absurdly. He goggled and he yammered. An
alienist, had one been present, would have made up his mind about
him without further investigation. For an appreciable time he did
not think of rising from his seat. When he did, the combined leap
and twist he executed practically amounted to a Larsen Exercise.
Nor was the girl unembarrassed. If Ashe had been calmer he would
have observed on her cheek the flush which told that she, too,
was finding the situation trying. But, woman being ever better
equipped with poise than man, it was she who spoke first.
"I'm afraid I'm disturbing you."
"No, no!" said Ashe. "Oh, no; not at all--not at all! No. Oh,
no--not at all--no!" And would have continued to play on the
theme indefinitely had not the girl spoken again.
"I wanted to apologize," she said, "for my abominable rudeness in
laughing at you just now. It was idiotic of me and I don't know
why I did it. I'm sorry."
Science, with a thousand triumphs to her credit, has not yet
succeeded in discovering the correct reply for a young man to
make who finds himself in the appalling position of being
apologized to by a pretty girl. If he says nothing he seems
sullen and unforgiving. If he says anything he makes a fool of
himself. Ashe, hesitating between these two courses, suddenly
caught sight of the sheet of paper over which he had been poring
so long.
"What is a wand of death?" he asked.
"I beg your pardon?"
"A wand of death?"
"
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CASE 39
</b>
Written by
Ray Wright
<b> 02/06/06
</b>
<b> INSPIRED BY REAL EVENTS
</b><b> 1.
</b>
Pitch black. We hear FOOTSTEPS sneaking up an old wooden
staircase. Two people moving as one.
Topping the stairs, they creep down the hall to the closed
door that protects us
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So he went on, until there was no
keeping it in any longer--and then he let it out. The young lady was
blind!
Young--lonely--blind. I had a sudden inspiration. I felt I should love
her.
The question of my musical capacity was, in this sad case, a serious one.
The poor young lady had one great pleasure to illumine her dark
life--Music. Her companion was wanted to play from the book, and play
worthily, the works of the great masters (whom this young creature
adored)--and she, listening, would take her place next at the piano, and
reproduce the music morsel by morsel, by ear. A professor was appointed
to pronounce sentence on me, and declare if I could be trusted not to
misinterpret Mozart, Beethoven, and the other masters who have written
for the piano. Through this ordeal I passed with success. As for my
references, they spoke for themselves. Not even the lawyer (though he
tried hard) could pick holes in them. It was arranged on both sides that
I should, in the first instance, go on a month's visit to the young lady.
If we both wished it at the end of the time, I was to stay, on terms
arranged to my perfect satisfaction. There was our treaty!
The next day I started for my visit by the railway.
My instructions directed me to travel to the town of Lewes in Sussex.
Arrived there, I was to ask for the pony-chaise of my young lady's
father--described on his card as Reverend Tertius Finch. The chaise was
to take me to the rectory-house in the village of Dimchurch. And the
village of Dimchurch was situated among the South Down Hills, three or
four miles from the coast.
When I stepped into the railway carriage, this was all I knew. After my
adventurous life--after the volcanic agitations of my republican career
in the Doctor's time--was I about to bury myself in a remote English
village, and live a life as monotonous as the life of a sheep on a hill?
Ah, with all my experience, I had yet to learn
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<b> LOOPER
</b>
Written by
Rian Johnson
Production draft
<b> EXT. EDGE OF CORN FIELDS - DAY
</b>
A pocket watch. Open. Ticking. Swinging from a chain.
Held by a young man named JOE in a clearing beside a Kansas
corn field. Sky pregnant with rain.
Waiting. He checks the watch, removes his earbud headphones,
stands.
Without much ceremony a BLOODIED MAN in a suit appears from
thin air, kneeling before the young man. Hands and feet
tied. Bur
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he was so enraged.
"You don't know what you're talking about," continued the General,
seating himself upon a large cut diamond. "I advise you to stand in a
corner and count sixty before you speak again. By that time you may be
more sensible."
The King looked around for something to throw at General Blug, but as
nothing was handy he began to consider that perhaps the man was right
and he had been talking foolishly. So he merely threw himself into his
glittering throne and tipped his crown over his ear and curled his feet
up under him and glared wickedly at Blug.
"In the first place," said the General, "we cannot march across the
deadly desert to the Land of Oz; and, if we could, the Ruler of that
country, Princess Ozma, has certain fairy powers that would render my
army helpless. Had you not lost your Magic Belt we might have some
chance of defeating Ozma; but the Belt is gone."
"I want it!" screamed the King. "I must have it."
"Well, then, let us try in a sensible way to get it," replied the
General. "The Belt was captured by a little girl named Dorothy, who
lives in Kansas, in the United States of America."
"But she left it in the Emerald City, with Ozma," declared the King.
"How do you know that?" asked the General.
"One of my spies, who is a Blackbird, flew over the desert to the Land
of Oz, and saw the Magic Belt in Ozma's palace," replied the King with a
groan.
"Now, that gives me an idea," said General Blug, thoughtfully. "There
are two ways to get to the Land of Oz without traveling across the sandy
desert."
"What are they?" demanded the King, eagerly.
"One way is _over_ the desert, through the air; and the other way is
_under_ the desert, through the earth."
[Illustration]
Hearing this the Nome King uttered a yell of joy and leaped from his
throne, to resume his wild walk up and down the cavern.
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b> WALL-E
</b>
Written by
Andrew Stanton & Pete Docter
<b> EXT. SPACE
</b><b>
</b><b> FADE IN:
</b><b>
</b> Stars.
The upbeat show tune, Put On Your Sunday Clothes, plays.
<b>
</b> "Out there, there's a world outside of Yonkers..."
<b>
</b> More stars.
Distant galaxies, constellations, nebulas...
A single planet.
Drab and brown.
Moving towards it.
Pushing through its polluted atmosphere.
<b>
</b> "...Close your eyes and see it glisten..."
<b>
</b><b>
</b><b> EXT. PLANET'S SURFACE - CONTINUOUS
</b><b>
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</b><PRE><CENTER><FONT SIZE="+2"><U>There's Something About Mary
</U></FONT>Screenplay by
Ed Decter & John J. Strauss
and
Peter Farrelly & Bobby Farrelly
Story by Ed Decter & John J. Strauss
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<b><B><U>FINAL SHOOTING SCRIPT
</b><b></U></B>OCTOBER 21, 1997</CENTER></PRE>
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<b><PRE>
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<b> FADE IN:
</b>
<b>EXT. CUMBERLAND, RHODE ISLAND HIGH SCHOOL - MORNING
</b>
It's the early 1980's and everyone is arriving at school. We push
through the parking lot crowd to a nervous, lanky kid, TED
<b>PELOQUIN.
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<b> MAN'S VOICE (V.O.)
</b> When I was sixteen years old I fell in
love...
<
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lath and plaster seem to be
falling apart. Over the doorway of one of the buildings --
evidently an administrative office -- hangs an American flag,
indicating the government of the island. The hard-packed
dirt in the roadway is overgrown with weeds. Everywhere, and
moving indolently, are the little, badly nourished negroes,
some of them tending stalls and sidewalk vending booths,
others walking idly. Betsy, followed by a black sailor with
her suitcases, comes down the gangway. Parallel to this
gangway is another.
Up the second gangway, in file, black stevedores with bundles
of sugar cane and small bales of sisal hemp on their heads,
go up to the boat.
On the dock, Betsy makes her way through a group of clamorous
children, vendors and beggars. As the black sailor puts her
luggage into an umbrella-topped surrey drawn by a gaunt mule,
she stops, delighted, before a great basket filled with
enormous white flowers. The man seated beside the basket
seems to be asleep, his face hidden by the drooping brim of a
straw hat. Betsy picks up one of the blooms, smells it and
then looks at the vendor.
BETSY
How much is this?
The vendor wakens and lifts his head, revealing a face
bloated and scarified by yaws, a hideous nightmare face.
Betsy, startled, steps back, letting the flower drop. Paul
Holland, passing her, looks at this little tableau of horror
and disgust.
HOLLAND
(in passing)
You're beginning to learn.
Betsy looks after him as he walks away into the village.
DISSOLVE
<u><b>EXT. ROAD TO FORT HOLLAND -- DAY -- (PROCESS)</b></u>
An umbrella-topped surrey, drawn by a gaunt m
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was a native of Massachusetts, a first-class
engineer, to whom the government had confided, during the war, the
direction of the railways, which were so important at that time. A
true Northerner, thin, bony, lean, about forty-five years of age; his
close-cut hair and his beard, of which he only kept a thick mustache,
were already getting gray. He had one-of those finely-developed heads
which appear made to be struck on a medal, piercing eyes, a serious
mouth, the physiognomy of a clever man of the military school. He was
one of those engineers who began by handling the hammer and pickaxe,
like generals who first act as common soldiers. Besides mental power, he
also possessed great manual dexterity. His muscles exhibited remarkable
proofs of tenacity. A man of action as well as a man of thought, all he
did was without effort to one of his vigorous and sanguine temperament.
Learned, clear-headed, and practical, he fulfilled in all
emergencies those three conditions which united ought to insure human
success--activity of mind and body, impetuous wishes, and powerful will.
He might have taken for his motto that of William of Orange in the 17th
century: "I can undertake and persevere even without hope of success."
Cyrus Harding was courage personified. He had been in all the battles of
that war. After having begun as a volunteer at Illinois, under Ulysses
Grant, he fought at Paducah, Belmont, Pittsburg Landing, at the siege of
Corinth, Port Gibson, Black River, Chattanooga, the Wilderness, on the
Potomac, everywhere and valiantly, a soldier worthy of the general who
said, "I never count my dead!" And hundreds of times Captain Harding had
almost been among those who were not counted by the terrible Grant; but
in these combats where he never spared himself, fortune favored him till
the moment when he was wounded and taken prisoner on the field of battle
near Richmond. At the same time and on the same day another important
personage fell into the hands of the Southerners. This was no other than
Gideon Spilett, a reporter for the New York Herald, who had
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armful. I reached for a match, but the Martian fished into his pouch and
brought out something that looked like a glowing coal; one touch of it,
and the fire was blazing--and you all know what a job we have starting a
fire in this atmosphere!
"And that bag of his!" continued the narrator. "That was a manufactured
article, my friends; press an end and she popped open--press the middle
and she sealed so perfectly you couldn't see the line. Better than
zippers.
"Well, we stared at the fire a while and I decided to attempt some sort
of communication with the Martian. I pointed at myself and said 'Dick';
he caught the drift immediately, stretched a bony claw at me and
repeated 'Tick.' Then I pointed at him, and he gave that whistle I
called Tweel; I can't imitate his accent. Things were going smoothly; to
emphasize the names, I repeated 'Dick,' and then, pointing at him,
'Tweel.'
"There we stuck! He gave some clacks that sounded negative, and said
something like 'P-p-p-proot.' And that was just the beginning; I was
always 'Tick,' but as for him--part of the time he was 'Tweel,' and part
of the time he was 'P-p-p-proot,' and part of the time he was sixteen
other noises!
"We just couldn't connect. I tried 'rock,' and I tried 'star,' and
'tree,' and 'fire,' and Lord knows what else, and try as I would, I
couldn't get a single word! Nothing was the same for two successive
minutes, and if that's a language, I'm an alchemist! Finally I gave it
up and called him Tweel, and that seemed to do.
"But Tweel hung on to some of my words. He remembered a couple of them,
which I suppose is a great achievement if you're used to a language you
have to make up as you go along. But I couldn't get the hang of his
talk; either I missed some subtle point or we just didn't _think_
alike--and I rather believe the
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FEAST
</b>
Written by
Patrick Melton & Marcus Dunston
Revised Draft
<b> 5/3/2004
</b>
<b>
</b>
<b> FADE IN:
</b>
<b> EXT. DESERT -- DAY
</b>
The white sun beats down on the rocky terrain. There's not a
cloud in the blue sky and the wind is at a standstill.
Far in the distance, a MEDIUM SIZED FLAT-BED TRUCK makes its
way to the entrance of a large cavern opening. Two VULTURES
perched on a barren tree watch the intruders.
<b> EXT. DESERT -- DAY
</b>
The truck scree
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<pre>
<b> ALONE IN THE DARK
</b>
Written by
Elan Mastai & Michael Roesch
<b>
</b><b>
</b><b>
</b><b> FADE IN:
</b><b>
</b><b> 1 1
</b><b> EXT. FOREST - NIGHT
</b><b>
</b> A dense forest on a dark, misty night.
<b>
</b> YOUNG EDWARD CARNBY (age 10), small, thin, and terrified,
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><html>
<head>
<title>"An American Werewolf in London" -- by John Landis</title>
<body>
<pre>
<b> FADE IN
</b>
<b>1 MAN'S FOOTPRINT
</b>
on the moon.
<b> EXT. MOON
</b>
Camera begins to pull back slowly, straight up - the
song "Moon Shadow" by Cat Stevens begins. Once we are
high enough to see the entire moon, the main title is
superimposed.
An American Werewolf in London
We continue to retreat from the moon, looking on as it
grows farther from us, continuing credits until the
full moon is the size it appears to us from earth.
<b>2 EXT. CROSSROADS ON THE MOORS - NIGHT
</b>
Tree branches enter into the frame, the camera pans
down and we see a truck approaching. We are at a
crossroads in the moors, looking sinister enough to
have earned their literary reputation.
The truck stops at the crossroads, the DRIVER,
mustached and wearing tweeds, boots, and a muffler,
climbs down.
"Moon Shadow" ends.
<b> CUT TO:
</b>
Loud bang of the back grating on the truck as it slams
down. Revealed among the sheep are two rudely-awakened
young American boys. They look exhausted. They both
carry backpacks
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. Once it had seen the flight
of refugees, the overflow of the wounded from hospitals and churches,
the panic of liberated slaves, the steady conquering march of the army
of invasion. And though it would never have occurred to Miss Priscilla
that either she or her house had borne any relation to history (which
she regarded strictly as a branch of study and visualized as a list of
dates or as a king wearing his crown), she had, in fact, played a modest
yet effective part in the rapidly changing civilization of her age. But
events were powerless against the genial heroism in which she was
armoured, and it was characteristic of her, as well as of her race,
that, while she sat now in the midst of encircling battlefields, with
her eyes on the walk over which she had seen the blood of the wounded
drip when they were lifted into her door, she should be brooding not
over the tremendous tragedies through which she had passed, but over the
lesson in physical geography she must teach in the morning. Her lips
moved gently, and a listener, had there been one, might have heard her
murmur: "The four great alluvial plains of Asia--those of China and of
the Amoo Daria in temperate regions; of the Euphrates and Tigris in the
warm temperate; of the Indus and Ganges under the Tropic--with the Nile
valley in Africa, were the theatres of the most ancient civilizations
known to history or tradition----"
As she ended, a sigh escaped her, for the instruction of the young was
for her a matter not of choice, but of necessity. With the majority of
maiden ladies left destitute in Dinwiddie after the war, she had turned
naturally to teaching as the only nice and respectable occupation which
required neither preparation of mind nor considerable outlay of money.
The fact that she was the single surviving child of a gallant
Confederate general, who, having distinguished himself and his
descendants, fell at last in the Battle of Gettysburg, was sufficient
recommendation of her abilities in the eyes of her fellow citizens. Had
she chosen to paint portraits or to write poems, they would have rallied
quite as loyally to her support
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<pre>
<b> PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN: DEAD MAN'S CHEST
</b>
Written by
Ted Elliott & Terry Rossio
<b>
</b> Transcript by
Nikki M, Dorothy/silentpawz, Jerome S, Tobias K & Courtney VP.
<b>
</b> [view looking straight down at rolling swells, sound of wind
and thunder, then a low heartbeat]
<b>
</b>
<b> PORT ROYAL
</b>
[teacups on a table in the rain]
[sheet music on music stands in the rain]
[bouquet of white orchids, Elizabeth sitting in the rain holding
the bouquet]
<b>
</b> [men
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"DRAGONSLAYER"
Screenplay by
Hal Barwood and Matthew Robbins
<b> SHOOTING DRAFT
</b>
<b>
</b>
<b> FADE IN:
</b>
<b> CASTLE - NIGHT
</b>
Now comes the moon riding over the horizon. Upon a hill at
the edge of the wood squats a castle, its crude stonework
bathed in cold silvery light. Queer carvings and runes
decorate the ponderous gate. Heavy vines are climbing up the
walls. The castle is old, its unfamiliar form testament to
an ancient mind and an ancient craft. Flickering candle light
dances on a leaded windowpane.
Inside, the corridors are dark and silent. Under low arched
ceilings the
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formal, and so like a thing of
business, that I shall find no room for friendship or esteem.
HARDCASTLE. Depend upon it, child, I'll never control your choice; but
Mr. Marlow, whom I have pitched upon, is the son of my old friend, Sir
Charles Marlow, of whom you have heard me talk so often. The young
gentleman has been bred a scholar, and is designed for an employment in
the service of his country. I am told he's a man of an excellent
understanding.
MISS HARDCASTLE. Is he?
HARDCASTLE. Very generous.
MISS HARDCASTLE. I believe I shall like him.
HARDCASTLE. Young and brave.
MISS HARDCASTLE. I'm sure I shall like him.
HARDCASTLE. And very handsome.
MISS HARDCASTLE. My dear papa, say no more, (kissing his hand), he's
mine; I'll have him.
HARDCASTLE. And, to crown all, Kate, he's one of the most bashful and
reserved young fellows in all the world.
MISS HARDCASTLE. Eh! you have frozen me to death again. That word
RESERVED has undone all the rest of his accomplishments. A reserved
lover, it is said, always makes a suspicious husband.
HARDCASTLE. On the contrary, modesty seldom resides in a breast that
is not enriched with nobler virtues. It was the very feature in his
character that first struck me.
MISS HARDCASTLE. He must have more striking features to catch me, I
promise you. However, if he be so young, so handsome, and so
everything as you mention, I believe he'll do still. I think I'll have
him.
HARDCASTLE. Ay, Kate, but there is still an obstacle. It's more than
an even wager he may not have you.
MISS HARDCASTLE. My dear papa
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Mirdath walking in that part of the woods; but always with her
great boar-hounds about her; for I had begged that she do this thing for
her sweet safety; and she to seem wishful to pleasure me; but truly to
be just so oft utter perverse in diverse matters; and to strive to
plague me, as though she would discover how much I would endure and how
far she might go to anger me.
And, truly, well I remember how that one night, coming to the hedge-gap,
I saw two country-maids come thence out from the woods of Sir Jarles';
but they were naught to me, and I would have gone upward through the
gap, as ever; only that, as they passed me, they curtseyed somewhat
over-graceful for rough wenches. And I had a sudden thought, and came up
to them to see them more anigh; and truly I thought the taller was
surely the Lady Mirdath. But, indeed, I could not be sure; for when I
asked who she did be, she only to simper and to curtsey again; and so
was I very natural all in doubt; but yet sufficient in wonder (having
some knowledge of the Lady Mirdath) to follow the wenches, the which I
did.
And they then, very speedy and sedate, as though I were some rack-rape
that they did well to be feared of alone at night; and so came at last
to the village green, where a great dance was a-foot, with torches, and
a wandering fiddler to set the tune; and ale in plenty.
And the two to join the dance, and danced very hearty; but had only each
the other for a partner, and had a good care to avoid the torches. And
by this, I was pretty sure that they were truly the Lady Mirdath and her
maid; and so I took chance when they had danced somewhat my way, to step
over to them, and ask boldly for a dance. But, indeed, the tall one
answered, simpering, that she was promised; and immediately gave her
hand to a great hulking farmer-lout, and went round the
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<pre>
<b> SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE
</b>
Written by
Simon Beaufoy
November 4th, 2007
<b>© SLUMDOG FILMS LIMITED
</b><b>39 LONG ACRE
</b><b>LONDON WC2E 9LG
</b><b>
</b><b>1 INT. JAVED'S SAFE-HOUSE. BATHROOM. NIGHT. 1
</b>
An expensive bathroom suite. Excess of marble and gold
taps. Into the bath, a hand is scattering rupee notes.
Hundreds and hundreds of notes, worth hundreds of
thousands of rupees. The sound of a fist thumping on
the bathroom door, furious shouting from the other
side.
<b> JAVED O/S
</b> Salim! Salim!
<b>2 INT. STUDIO. BACKSTAGE. DAY. 2
</b>
Darkness. Then, glimpses of faces. In the half-light,
shadowy figures move with purpose. An implacable voice
announces.
<b
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and that without it intellect is poverty.
Although he talks so little, he has quite a considerable vocabulary.
This morning he used a surprisingly good word. He evidently recognized,
himself, that it was a good one, for he worked it in twice afterward,
casually. It was good casual art, still it showed that he possesses a
certain quality of perception. Without a doubt that seed can be made to
grow, if cultivated.
Where did he get that word? I do not think I have ever used it.
No, he took no interest in my name. I tried to hide my disappointment,
but I suppose I did not succeed. I went away and sat on the moss-bank
with my feet in the water. It is where I go when I hunger for
companionship, some one to look at, some one to talk to. It is not
enough--that lovely white body painted there in the pool--but it is
something, and something is better than utter loneliness. It talks when
I talk; it is sad when I am sad; it comforts me with its sympathy; it
says, âDo not be downhearted, you poor friendless girl; I will be your
friend.â It IS a good friend to me, and my only one; it is my sister.
That first time that she forsook me! ah, I shall never forget that
--never, never. My heart was lead in my body! I said, âShe was all I
had, and now she is gone!â In my despair I said, âBreak, my heart; I
cannot bear my life any more!â and hid my face in my hands, and there
was no solace for me. And when I took them away, after a little, there
she was again, white and shining and beautiful, and I sprang into her
arms!
That was perfect happiness; I had known happiness before, but it was not
like this, which was ecstasy. I never doubted her afterward. Sometimes
she stayed away--maybe an hour, maybe almost the whole day, but
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<b> PUNCH-DRUNK LOVE
</b>
by
Paul Thomas Anderson
<b>
</b>
<b>LOGO
</b>
Presentation cards with white, red, blue, blue-green
backgrounds, then:
<b> CUT TO:
</b>
<b>INT. WAREHOUSE - EARLY MORNING
</b>
CAMERA (STEADICAM) holds on a man in a suit, sitting behind
a desk, on the phone: BARRY EGAN (Adam Sandler)
<b> BARRY
</b> ...yes I'm still on hold...
<b> OPER
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<b>
</b><b>
</b><b> ANGELS & DEMONS
</b><b>
</b><b>
</b><b>
</b> Written by
<b>
</b> Akiva Goldsman
<b>
</b><b>
</b><b>
</b> April, 2008
<b>
</b><b>
</b>
<b> INT PAPAL APARTMENT DAY
</b><b>
</b> CLOSE ON an ornate ring. It's intricately carved with a seal, an
image of St. Peter casting a net. The ring is carried on a sat
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iled by Barry Adams <[email protected]> during theater showings in 1998
Last updated: August 18, 1998
Mulan is the property and copyright of the Walt Disney Company, Inc. The
script on this page was compiled while watching Mulan in the theater during
the summer of 1998 when the film originally aired. Abuse of this page could
result in its removal from this site.
[Chinese guard is seen walking on The Great Wall. Shan-Yu's falcon swoops
down and hits the guard on the head knocking his helmet off. The falcon lands
on top of a flag pole in front of a full moon and lets out a large cry. One
grappling hook comes over The Great Wall. The guard walks over to the edge
and sees many grappling hooks coming towards him]
Guard [yelling]: We're under attack! Light the signal!
[Guard runs to the tower and up the ladder as Hun Bald Man #1 and Hun Long
Hair Man appear trying to stop him. Hun Bald Man #1 breaks the ladder with
his sword just as Guard reaches the top. The guard picks up the torch to
light the fire and sees Shan-Yu jump over the edge of the tower and looks at
him across from the caldron. The guard throws the torch into the caldron
lighting a large fire. Shan-Yu watches as each tower lights their caldrons
one by one]
Guard [sternly]: Now all of China knows you're here.
Shan-Yu [taking the flag and holding it over the fire]: Perfect.
[Cut to the palace. The large doors to the central chamber open as General Li
walks in flanked on his left and right by soldiers and approaches the Emperor.
He bows, then looks up]
General Li: Your Majesty, the Huns have crossed our Northern border.
Chi Fu: Impossible! No one can get through The Great Wall. [The Emperor
motions for Chi Fu's silence]
General Li: Shun-Yu is leading them. We'll set up defenses around your
palace immediately.
Emperor [forcefully]:
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PRECIOUS
</b>
Written by
Geoffrey Fletcher
January 16th, 2008
<b>
</b><b>
</b><b> 1.
</b>
A line at a time, the following quote appears over a black
screen.
Every blade of grass has its Angel
that bends over it and whispers,
"Grow, grow."
The Talmud
<b> FADE IN:
</b>
<b> 1987
</b>
<b>1 EXT HARLEM STREET DAY
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