Machines... *
A metal foot crushes the skull like china.
TILT UP, revealing a humanoid machine holding a massive battle rifle.
It looks like a CHROME SKELETON... a high-tech Death figure. It is the
endoskeleton of a Series 800 Terminator. Its glowing red eyes
compassionlessly sweep the dead terrain, hunting.
TERMINATOR 2 - Rev. 9/10/90 2
4 The SOUND of ROARING TURBINES. Searchlights blaze down as
machine-gun nest
and taking out
a full company of enemy infantry."
"He led his patrol, which had been listed
as missing in action for three days,
back through the enemy lines to safety."
A gift from the Citizens For Iselin
Committee for his last birthday.
It saved our lives during the campaign.
You see, this opens up into a double bed.
This is the press room.
And this... This is my private office
machine
gun and engine sounds.
RAFE
Good shooting, Danny!
DANNY
Good shooting, Rafe!
RAFE
Land of the free...
DANNY
Home of the brave!
RAFE
Theres another one!
Their vocal motors roar again... But a mans hand grabs Danny
by the straps of his overalls and jerks him from the cockpit.
Its Dannys FATHER and hes a fearsome sight; drunk, his
hair uncombed, his face unshaven, his teeth -- those still
le
Dredd. Dredd ?
- God ! - Ferguson, Herman. Hacker.
lllegal tampering with city droids, computers, cash machines, taxi robots..
And you havent even been out of jail for hours. Hes habitual, Hershey.
Automatic five-year sentence. How do you plead ?
- Not guilty ? - l knew youd say that.
Five years ? No ! No ! l... l had no choice.
- They were killing each other. - You couldve gone out the window.
shower into the room.
A second torch cuts through. They move with machine precision, cutting a rectangular path, converging. The torches meet. Cut off. The door falls inward REVEALING a bizarre multi-armed figure. A ROBOT WELDER.
FIGURES ENTER, backlit and ominous. THREE MEN in bio-isolation suits, carrying lights and equipment. They approach a sarcophagus-like HYPERSLEEP CAPSULE, f.g.
LEADER
drill bores into the amber toward the trapped bug. Orange flecks fly. The mosquito trembles. The drill continues, stopping just before it touches the tiny body.
A SHINY PAIR of thin needle-nose pliers reach in the borehole and extricate the mosquito remains. These are dropped on a brightly lit glass slide. A conveyor belt starts, and the slide moves along. arriving under a long-lensed microscope.
to settle on what looks like a Cryogenic tube, not big enough for a human.
Still TRACKING around it, we glimpse inside some vague, fetal mass encased in a clear, aspic-like gel. Tubes and cables a attached to the mass, running out of the machine.
As we still CIRCLE, the shape begins to be more coherent, till we can see what might even be a face. Eyes, shut tight. Sleeping. Dreaming.
ANGLE: WHEAT
Mad Dog And Glory Script
- Yo, fellas, whats up?
- Same ol, same ol.
I got eight-balls, redi-rocks, jumbos.
- I even got starter kits.
- Jumbos, two twenties.
Two twenties would be $ .
Can you break this?
I aint no cash machine.
You laughin at me?
No, brother. Im just sayin...
You laugh at this?
Wait!
Get the shit.
Get the roll.
Motherfuckers so dead.
Dead all over.
Yeah?
Youre dead too.
I tell y
Kitchen Stories Script
In 1944 Swedish housewives and
home economics teachers established -
- the Home Research Institute, HFI.
Here scientists perform experiments
on kitchen equipment and methods.
Kitchen machines and tools are
tested in the Institutes laboratory.
The purpose is to develop
new and improved products, -
- and better working conditions.
Here are some examples
of good products for t
machine gun, hand painted in a paisley design.
Now the VIEW MOVES AWAY, ACROSS the ancient growth, PAST the glimmer of whatseems to be another soldier hiding in ambush, wearing an exotic hat made from birds and bushes. ACROSSto a dark trail where the legs of those in black pajamas move silently across our ever TIGHTENING VIEW. Their feet, boots and sandals leave no impression; make no sound. A sl