My Best Fiend Script
First...
...cast the beam out
of thine own eye...
...and then the mote from mine.
- Jesus takes off his shirt...
- And lets others speak.
...he kneels before the first one...
...washing his dusty feet
with his shirt.
I am not the Jesus of
the official Church...
...who the police, bankers...
...judges, hangmen, officers,
church bosses, politicians...
...and other powerful
peop
Power dive!
They buzz their lips in a flying noise and work the controls,
Rafes bare feet on one pedal, Dannys on the other.
RAFE
Its Germans!
DANNY
Kill the bastards!
Rafe looks at Danny in shock -- then they both laugh and go
right back into their game, manufacturing their own machine
gun and engine sounds.
RAFE
Good shooting, Danny!
DANNY
Good shooting, Rafe!
RAFE
Land of the free...
DANNY
Hom
POWER AND CONTROL
FROLLO FELT A TWINGE OF FEAR FOR HIS IMMORTAL SOUL
Frollo: What must I do?
Archdeacon: Care for the child, raise it as your own.
Frollo: What? Im to be saddled with this misshapen--
(He pauses as a thought creeps across his face.)
Frollo: Very well. Let him live with you, in your church.
Archdeacon: Live here? But where?
Frollo: Anywhere.
JUST SO HES KEPT LOCKED AWAY WHERE NO ON
power.
INT. SKULL SHIP - OPERATING THEATRE
We see a surgical table, its contents obscured by the shadows,
save for the back of a malformed head. Computer banks and monitors
are everywhere. A small ROBOT works beside the table - implanting
a cable into the back of the malformed head. It throws a switch.
Raw energy blows through the cable, causing the "patient" to
convulse and writhe, screaming.
CL
POWER SUITS as they move up the line, the pans to the
NET CORRESPONDENT
NET CORRESPONDENT
We ve just landes here on whar cap troopres are calling
"Big K" with the 6th Mobile Infantery division...
It s an ugly planet, a bug planet, a planet hostile to
life as we iGKKKKKK !
Blood hits the lens as the Correspondent is cut in half.
The CAMERA catches a glimpse of HUGE CLAWS as Cap Trooper
JOHNNY RICO
CREDITS: White lettering over a back background. The THUNDEROUS SOUNDS OF A MASSIVE NAVAL BARRAGE are heard. The power is astonishing. It roars through the body, blows back the hair and rattles the ears.
FADE IN:
ext. Omaha Beach - normandy - dawn
The ROAR OF NAVAL GUNS continues but now WE SEE THEM FIRING. Huge fifteen inch guns.
A SWARM OF LANDING CRAFT
Heads directly into a nightmare. MASSIVE
hands...
CUT TO:
INT. HOTEL ROOM - DAY
CLARICES POV - MOVING - as she first sees, sitting on the edge of a bed - a FEMALE HOSTAGE. Black, late 20s, gagged, hands behind her back. Then, SWIVELLING... she sees a startled MALE SUSPECT - white, mid-20s - standing by a window with a rifle in his hands. He is turning towards her...
Clarice drops into a combat crouch, gun extended, and shouts.
CLARICE
power exists and will persist ... We
must never let the weight of this combination
endanger our liberties or democratic processes.
We should take nothing for granted ...
ELECTION IMAGERY
School kids reciting the Pledge of Allegiance. WPA films of farmers
harvesting the Texas plains. Rain, thunderheads, a dusty car coming
from far away on a road moving towards Dallas. Cowboys round up the
ca
combat uniforms and watches.
Imagine the stirring sight of youthful,
passionate deaths!
Be Seated!
Teacher!
Teacher!
Teacher!
What the hell!
All yours, sir
Merry Christmas!
Im Takeuchi Riki, in charge of your class
By the way,
you guys do understand whats happening?
Were clueless
Youve gotta explain
This necklace hurts, teacher
Japan,
China,
North Korea...
Whats that shit!
Load of crap
Lets split
combat this threat.
Regale me.
There is great unrest, countries set at
each others throats, baying for blood.
The trouble of which I speak could
set a match to the whole thing. War.
- With whom, exactly?
- Everyone.
A world war.
- That notion makes you sweat?
- Heavens, man, doesnt it you?
This is Africa, dear boy.
Sweating is what we do.
Where is your sense of patriotism?
God save the queen.
- G