영문 Arcade 아케이드 영화 대사

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Arcade
by
David S. Goyer
Last revised November 6, 1990
INT. ARCADE WORLD -- ELECTRONIC DARKNESS
We dont know if its night or day. Its just black.
And maybe...maybe intermittent SPARKS racing by. So quick we barely
perceive them. Like the sparks you imagine when your eyes are closed.
BREATHING,
slow and hollow, filling up the entire world. Its eerie as hell. A
feeling of utter loneliness.
And now the breathing recedes, fading into the darkness. Whatever it
was...its gone now.
MAIN CREDITS ROLL.
We hear CELLOS. Four of them. Weaving an intricate melody.
And now the visuals. BRIGHTLY COLORED SHAPES spinning in. Equally
intricate, matching the music. They grow and flourish, like flowers
opening up in time lapse photography.
FRACTALS...
is what theyre called. The visual manifestation of geometric formulas.
The Mandelbrot Set. The Julia Set. Each mathematic form made up of
progressively smaller forms and on into infinity.
Glorious and beautiful. Forms folding in upon themselves and
regenerating.
This is creation were witnessing.
This is life in the making.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. COUNSELORS OFFICE -- DAY
AN EYE
For a brief moment we still hear the CELLOS. And in the eye, the last of
the fractals are spinning away, leaving us with the iris. A nice blue
one. This is ALEX MANNINGS eye.
ALEX (V.O.)
Time. Thats all I ever think about
anymore. Its like theres never enough of
it, you know?
CUT TO:
INT. MANNING HOUSE, HALLWAY -- DAY
This is a flashback, in case youre wondering. Well continue to hear
Alexs VOICE as we move through the house in slow motion. Everything is
very bright and dreamlike.
Right now were moving with the camera, slowly moving down a long hallway.
At the end of the hallway is an open door.
We stop at the doorway. Were afraid to go in.
ALEX (V.O.)
Its strange. When the futures in front
of you, it seems to go on forever. I mean,
you never really get there. Its always
one step ahead of you. Its like theres
no present. Theres no "now". As soon as
you think, "Im here", the moments already
gone. Either everythings in the future,
or its in the past.
(beat)
Theres no "now".
MAN (V.O.)
So where are you then?
ALEX (V.O.)
Im in the past.
We move through the doorway.
INT. MANNING HOUSE, BEDROOM -- DAY
Everything looks normal at first. A typical bedroom with sunlight
streaming in through the windows. A bed, made-up. Flowers in vases.
Everything looks perfect.
Then we move further in, and over to the right. Theres something on the
floor, curled up in the entranceway to the bathroom. Halfway in, halfway
out.
Its a womans body. Shes wearing a dress, her legs awkwardly bent. We
cant see her face from this angle. But in her limp hand is a gun. And
all around that hand, speckling the pristine white tile of the bathroom
and the carpeting beyond, is BLOOD.
A shrill BELL shatters the moment.
CUT TO:
INT. COUNSELORS OFFICE -- DAY
The bell continues. Its a school bell signaling the end of the period.
ON ALEX
as we see her for the first time, startled. Shes seventeen and pretty,
though in a simple way. Her eyes are the most striking. Deep. Intense.
If Alex has a problem, its the fact that she thinks too much, and its
reflected in her eyes.
Across from her is MR. WEAVER, a high-school guidance counselor and that
was his voice we heard with Alexs. Hes unexceptional, middle-aged,
incapable of really hearing what Alex has to say. This is his office
were in. Typical "SAY NO TO DRUGS" teen propaganda decorate the room.
Fun.
As the BELL dies we hear the army of FOOTSTEPS outside, students milling
in the halls.
Alex glances at the door and starts to rise from her chair.
MR. WEAVER
We dont have to stop now...
ALEX
(cutting him off)
Thats okay. Ive got a test coming up
anyway. Gotta study.
MR. WEAVER
(sighs)
I have to tell you, Im a little concerned
about you, Alex. Its been three months
now since your mother, uh...
ALEX
(offering, fixing him with
a stare)
Killed herself?
Mr. Weaver stops, more than a little uncomfortable.
MR. WEAVER
(reluctant)
Yes. Now your father...
ALEX
Hes a basket case. Youve talked to him.
You know that. He might as well be dead
too.
Alex glances down at the floor, anything to avoid looking at the
counselor. She heaves a backpack onto to shoulder.
ALEX
(continuing)
Look Mr. Weaver, I dont even know why I
came here. I fine. Really.
(looking up)
Its like I said. Its just part of the
past now. It doesnt matter anymore.
She turns, and before Mr. Weaver can respond, shes out the door.
INT. HIGH-SCHOOL HALLWAY - DAY
Alex moves quickly through the mass of STUDENTS, wiping the remnants of
half-tears on her coat sleeve.
CUT TO:
INT. HIGH-SCHOOL CAFETERIA - DAY
Fun-time. Total chaos. If youve been to high-school you know the riff.
Bad food, teen-age melodrama, and a squadron of SUPERVISORS trying to keep
a lid on things.
ALEX
makes her way to the far corner of the cafeteria where a cluster of kids
lounge around a table. These are Alexs FRIENDS. And while none of them
are your garden variety pocket-protector-type nerds, these k

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