one out - well-rested and alert -
hoisting down her equipment bag.
One of the DC policemen, the one whose girth and manner
say hes in charge, watches the woman by the van slip into a
Kevlar vest, drop a Colt .45 into a shoulder holster, and a
.38 into an ankle holster. She straightens up, approaches
the men and lays a street plan across the hood of one of
their cars.
STARLING
All right, everyone,
One carries a
rifle and searches the horizon with binoculars. The other
pilots. Their unkempt faces, their blazing eyes notate a
wildness. They bark at each other in some Scandinavian
tongue. Two men arguing like mad and desperate children.
The man with the binoculars sights something.
EXT. HORIZON - BINOCULARS POV - A DOG
It turns and snarls at the craft some fifteen hundred
yards to its rear. T
one percent.
Maybe its time...
to give your son and yourself...
some peace.
Does anybody else smell burnt cake?
Okay. Could you-
Could you just give us a minute?
Yeah. Thank you.
Justin?
Its Dada.
Were gonna unplug you now.
No more electricity.
And, Justin...
just know that your mom and dad
love you very much.
Its a shame we gotta do this
on his birthday, but...
lets get those papers
signed, all
one.
- Do you mind if l drink this here ?
- Sure. Go ahead.
- You open ?
- Yeah.
- Pack of cigarettes.
- Are you sure ?
- Am l sure about what ?
- Are you sure ?
- About what ?
- Do you really wanna buy
those cigarettes ?
- Are you serious ?
- How long you been smoking ?
- What is this, a poll ?
- How long you been a smoker ?
I dont know.
Since l was about .
Thirteen.
Lets see, youre about ?
- Am
one side,
the orders SHOUTED by one man lost in the ROAR of the
chopper.
The man turns away from the window, to a FIGURE, hidden *
in the shadows.
MAN *
Hes here.
He turns back, lowering a BAMBOO SHADE, obscuring the *
window.
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2
2-B EXT. HELICOPTER PAD - NIGHT 2-B *
On adjoining PADS, two other HELICOPTERS are VISIBLE; in
th
room, please. Room, please. You alone? Luggage? How long you want
it for? Not very long. $5.00. $5.00. 307. Havent you anything
higher? Higher? 914? Good night. Goodbye. [Door closes] [straining]
ugh...Ow! Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh! Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah... Baby! Yeah!
[Laughter] [loud music playing] ante. Ante up. Excuse me, sir.
Arent you the one called the cincinnati kid? You dont like it, get
a m
one member of the investigating
commission.
DEHAVEN
Yes, I see your signature right here
-- twice the size of everyone
elses. And your conclusion was
"pilot error," hmm?
HAYES
Im really not prepared for any kind
of in-depth review of --
DEHAVEN
Id like to think our next Secretary
of the Navy would be prepared for
anything, Mr. Hayes.
A humorless smile. Shes roasting his nuts over an open
fire, an
One shower
after another, crashing to the plain. Enough chopped lumber to
fuel a thousand hearths.
DISSOLVE TO
A BARREN, EMPTY LANDSCAPE
Joining the rest of the debris is a deluge of slate - sheets
of shale from a great unseen quarry in the sky come slamming to
earth. Some of the pieces shattering, some rebounding into the
air until the granite litters acres of landscape as far as the
eye can see
My Fair Lady Script
Freddy, go and find a cab.
Do you want me to catch pneumonia?
Dont just stand there, Freddy.
Go and find a cab.
All right, Ill get one.
Look where youre goin, dear.
Look where youre goin!
Im so sorry.
Two bunches o violets trod in the mud.
A full days wages.
-Freddy, go and find a cab.
-Yes, Mother.
Hes your son, is he?
If youd done your duty
as a mother should...
...you would
belt a belt.
But many other things
would never be the same.
Swofford. What kind of
fucking name is that?
Its English.
My great-grandfather
came over here
in the 19th century.
Whatever.
Im putting you
in Golf Company.
Its full of retards
and fuck ups.
Maybe you can elevate
the sons of bitches a little.
Or maybe not.
Next.
Jarhead: Noun.
Slang for "Marine."
Origin:
From the resemblance
to a jar...