red and blue haze over the premises. A dressing
room table is cluttered with dozens of bottles of nail
polish and makeup, and garish clothing and flashy jewelry
are scattered everywhere.
We hear the movement of BED SPRINGS as someone sits up in
the dark.
CHRISTYS VOICE
Come on, Vince -- hold me a minute.
VINCES VOICE
Id love to. babe -- but Ive got to go.
It was great. Like usual.
CHRISTYS VOICE
snow-white in the face.
He was foaming at the mouth,
and he moved like this...
Something came floating down
like leaves -they were his shirts...
...his screams were incredibly shrill.
He could actually break
wine glasses with his voice.
And three octaves too high he
screamed, Klara! You pig!
The thing was, she hadnt ironed
his shirt collars neatly enough.
Klara had him living here for free,
fed
SNOW SKIS unfold.
He presses buttons on the canisters: TELESCOPIC SKI POLES. Bond
slaps on the skis, and takes off, through the snow.
EXT. SNOW-COVERED FOREST - BOND SKIS THROUGH THE PINES -
EXT. MOUNTAIN CLIFF -
Bond hurtles over the side, going airborne, landing 100 feet below,
amidst boulders. In perfect Olympic form, he skis out, and down.
EXT. MOUNTAINSIDE -
Bond slaloms down, in and out of
red grass.
lsabel Ludlow, their mother, went away for the winter.
She said the winters were too cruel for her.
She said she was afraid of the bears.
She was a strange woman, anyway.
That spring, though, she did not retum.
And after that. she did not come much to see us.
Alfred wrote her many letters, but Tristan refused to speak of her.
His world was here ... with me.
Every warrior hopes a good d
Snow is falling and whirling about. People are passing on foot, holding
their cloaks tightly around them. Some of them are revelers in fancy dress: they
wear masks on their faces or hanging around their necks, as if returning from par-
ties. Now they are glancing up at the facade of the old house. The window above
the street is open and Old Salieri stands there calling to the sky: a sharp-feature
snowfall, with
bloodshot eyes. A 50s-type radio warbles "Santa Claus
is coming to Town."
A strange pair of eyes peer from the cage. Taking the
point of view of the eyes from inside the playpen, one
sees the mansions Christmas tree from between the dark
cage slats.
GIDDY YULETIDE SINGERS
"He knows when you are sleeping,
he knows when youre awake..."
The family cat skulks past the cage -- almost. W
red crystal.
PAN UP as he lifts it high. It glows even in the dim light of the empty chamber - until Zod,
with a satisfied and sinister smile, snaps it in half. He tosses it to the ground and looks with a
self-congratulatory air at Ursa and Non.
EFECTS: The luminous Spinning Rings (c.f. Part I) descend and encircle the villainous trio,
imprisoning them like a magical lasso in perpetual motion.
Miracle on 34th Street (1994) Script
- Ask him.
- Shh.
- Ask him.
- Shh!
Look at him, grandpa.
Ask him!
Ryan, thats enough.
Uh, Im sorry.
He, uh...he thinks youre Santa Claus.
I am.
Merry christmas.
Uh, merry--Merry christmas.
Nuts.
I should have got his autograph.
Dashing through the snow
In a one-horse open sleigh
Oer the fields we go
Laughing all the way
Bells on bobtail ring
Making spirits br
red and white wine.
PAUL BOWMAN, fortyish, sits in a chair off to the side,
reading. MRS. BOWMAN, painfully thin, with the perpetually
surprised look of a woman whos had her eyes done more than
once, supervises the settings of the table.
She looks up and sees a little girl, CATHY, seven or eight
years old, wandering off down the beach.
MRS. BOWMAN
Cathy! Dont wander off!
Cathy keeps wandering.
MR
red-lipped. Metallic, and bald. A series of
metal relays criss-cross his forehead -- three solid circles,
intersected by straight lines.
The aliens reach for LASER-GATLINGS and FIRE, but they cause no
damage. Brainiac instead grabs the weapons, jamming them into his
body -- consuming the lasers into his form, energizing. He drops
the guns, and his hands morph into tendrils, which plunge into the