water bodies...maximum
terrain, 220 meters over mean surface...
largely cinder and gypsum with some
evaporite deposits....
JETTISON DOORS CLOSE behind Owens, segregating him from the
passenger compartment. It scares him for a new reason.
OWENS
Fry? Whatre you doing?
INT. FLIGHT DECK - DAY
Fry flips up a new security-latch. INTERCUTTING:
OWENS
Fry?
FRY
Cant get my nose down...too much load
back th
water, tossing away his ALARM BELL.
MAN
I need your help with this.
Constable Two crosses on the peir above. Constable One moves
forward, wary. The MAN grunts, lifting something.
CONSTABLE ONE
Constable Crane? Ichabod Crane...
is that you?
The MAN turns. Meet ICHABOD CRANE, handsome, eyes piercing.
ICHABOD
Yes, it is me. But, not only me...
(lifting, struggling)
I found someone here...
He drags a
water dish on
the far side of the cubicle - a place to hide - and
dashes toward it.
But an invisible force descends.
The rat squeals in agony as something smashes down on its
body, crushing it.
A LOUD BELLOW rings out, and the rat flies into the air,
halting a few feet off the ground. Its body writhes,
struggling against the unholy force.
Then a sick crunch of tiny bones snapping. All life
Murder In The First Script
Theyre coming!
-Lets go to the water!
- Theyre heading for the beach!
Down by the beach!
-Run!
-Look out!
Run, Doc! No! Doc, no!
Dont stop moving!
Theyre down there!
There they go! Okay.
Lay down! Lay down!
Lay down or Ill shoot you, goddamn it!
-Hurry up!
-Lay down!
Thats right, shoot them!
I give up, Mr. Glenn. Please!
-Shut up, Henri!
-Please, dont hit me! Please!
Cl
water.
What is this?
Got a match, Doc?
You get here late, the asparagus is rotting,
and you ask me for a match?
If it wouldnt be too much trouble.
Mr. Fox.
Jerry, whats he doing?
He wont answer me.
I dont know.
Now he cooks a glass of water.
What is this thing? It looks like a stove.
My baby.
Its my baby boy.
Fat Boy. Thats what well call it. Fat Boy.
- This is foolishness!
- Patience, Doc.
Pleas
waters and the great golden sea.
Flying fish like streaks of silver
and mermaids that sing in the night.
The Southern Cross, and all the stars
on the other side of the world.
Bless my soul.
To the voyage of the Bounty!
ls that the Bounty?
No, sir. Thats the flagship of the fleet.
Theres your little pint-pot.
Thats the Bounty for Tahiti?
She isnt very big, is she?
lt aint the size that counts, you
waterway
or canal, which connects to the private docks inside the
grounds. There is a steel grating across the opening. The
bars disappear down into the thin ice of early winter.
With the house visible BG, we CRANE DOWN below the parapet wall
along which a guard is a white exposure-suit is walking... down
along the dark wall to the grating... TILTING DOWN to see a
glow pulsing under the ice.
3 EX
Jaws
BEACH
Cassidy: Whats your name again?
Chrissie Watkins: Chrissie!
Cassidy: Where are we going?
Chrissie: Swimming!
Cassidy: Slow up, slow down! Im not drunk! Slow down! Wait Im coming! Im
coming! Im definitely
coming! Wait, slow up! I can swim -- just cant walk or dress myself.
Chrissie: Come on in the water!
Cassidy: Take it easy. Take it easy.
Chrissie: Oh! God help me! God! Argh! God hel
water and lily pads. A wrought-iron fence encircles the grounds. on the other side,
the street seems like another world.
BACK TO CARLOTTA AND DIEDRE ON THE PORCH CARLOTTA takes a syringe from a bag and injects
DIEDRE, who shows no reaction. CARLOTTA feels her pulse...
CARLOTTA
We numb the body and the mind...but we havent found
a needle yat that can prick your soul. That belongs to him,
doesnt it
water
or a soy latte?
How about a shot
of wheatgrass juice?
Maybe later. Thanks.
lets talk about your song, Dave.
Well, as crazy as it sounds...
-...the original inspiration came to me--
-The song sucks, Dave.
-What?
-Your song? Its awful. I hate it.
You know, I mean, whos gonna sing it?
Justin, Fergie? Not a chance.
I need something new.
I need something fresh.
-That is new.
-The next big thing.