Latter Days Script
When I first came to Los Angeles,
it looked like just this mass of dots.
All jumbled and disconnected.
It was pretty disorienting.
What the fuck are you doing? Im straight.
That is so how all guys say that
No, Im serious, dude.
Oh really? Its too bad. Cos Im amazing.
I dont like to brag, but I can suck the engine block
to the tail pipe of the 58 Chevy.
Really?
Yeah, talking bou
A beautiful golden sun is setting. The sky is on fire. The CAMERA starts to move downwards. A large neon sign rises into shot. It rests on top of a skyscraper and fills the frame. The building is neither past nor future in design but a bit of both.
Slowly we pan downwards revealing the city that spreads below... A glittering conglomeration of elevated transport tubes, smaller square buildings wh
HIGHLANDER
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Screenplay by
Gregory Widen
and
Peter Bellwood & Larry Ferguson
February 6, 1985
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FADE IN:
MADISON SQUARE GARDEN
New York Rangers v. Edmonton Oilers.
15,000 screaming fans leap to their feet.
Gretsky steals the puck, streaks across the ice, beats two
defenders, shoots and scores.
Oilers 6, Rangers 0. Oiler fans bellow approval
One silent SPECTATOR, in overcoat, slacks and scarf
The Mosquito Coast Script
My father was an inventor.
A genius with anything mechanical.
Nine patents, six pending.
He dropped out of Harvard
"to get an education," he said.
I grew up with the belief...
... that the world belonged to him
and that everything he said was true.
Look around you.
How did America get this way?
Land of promise. Land of opportunity.
"Give us the wretched refuse
of your te
Northfork Script
Always late
With your kisses
Wont you come to my arms,
sweet darlin
And stay?
Always late
With your kisses
Why, oh, why do you
want to do me this way?
How long do you think
I can wait
When you know
youre always late
Always late
With your kisses
Why, why, why do you want
to do me this way?
That was Lefty Frizzells
"Always Late with Your Kisses."
Before that,
we heard Buck Owens.
G
We are floating up a steep scrubby slope. We hear male voices gently singing "Tumbling Tumbleweeds" and a deep, affable, Western-accented voice - Sam Elliots, perhaps:
VOICE-OVER
A way out west there was a fella, fella I want to tell you about, fella by the name of Jeff Lebowski. At least, that was the handle his lovin parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. This Lebowski, he
COLORLESS
"REALITY" OF BLURRED EDGES AND ECHOEY SOUNDS, MUCH MORE
"DREAMLIKE" THAN HIS DREAM.
Flashlights glare. In the half-light, COLE sees spooky figures,
GUARDS, moving among the locked bunk/cages.
COLE turns and whispers to the occupant of the next cage, JOSE...
COLE
Ssssst! Jose, whats going on?
JOSEs face is almost lost in shadow. What there is of it is
youthful. Hes just a scared Puerto R
WAG THE DOG
by
David Mamet
FADE IN:
A CARD, WHITE ON THE BLACK SCREEN, READS
Why does a dog wag its tail?
BENEATH IT, THE NEXT LINE FADES IN:
Because a dog is smarter than its tail.
CROSS-FADE TO THE NEXT CARD, WHICH READS:
If the tail were smarter, the tail would wag the dog.
DISSOLVE
FADE IN:
EXT THE WHITE HOUSE NIGHT
A VAN FULL OF PEOPLE STOPS AT A SIDE ENTRANCE.
ANGLE INT THE WHITE HOUSE
AT T
In black, we hear a chain-gang chant, many voices together, spaced around the unison strike of picks against rock. A title burns in:
O muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending...
A wanderer, harried for years on end...
On the sound of an impact we cut to:
A PICK
splitting a rock.
As the chant continues, wider angles show the chain-gang at w
POINT BREAK
by James Cameron & Kathryn Bigelow
From the Screenplay by
W. Peter Iliff
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FADE 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...
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EXT. OCEAN - DUSK
Backlit against a flaming sun a solitary SURFER glides
across the green glassy peak. TIME IS STRETCHED until h