The Lion In Winter Script
Come for me!
Youre gaining on it, Johnny.
Am I, father? Am I really?
Off you go now.
Run along and practice.
Hell make a good king.
Hell be ready.
Thats the way.
Come on, my son!
Have you found religion,
Henry?
Will you look down from heaven and
see whos sitting on your throne?
I must know before I die.
Theres a legend of a king called
Lear, with whom I have a lot in com
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The 39 Steps Script
Stall, please.
Ladies and gentlemen...
with your kind attention
and permission...
I have the honor
of presenting to you...
one of the most remarkable men
in the world.
- How remarkable?
- Hes sweating.
Can you be surprised
at that, gentlemen?
Every day he commits to memory
new facts...
and remembers every one of them.
Facts from history, from geography,
from newspapers...
fr
at his nemesis. A slow hatred begins
to build. We PRESS IN on Tommy, HEARING his horrid memories:
His sister screams, NO, TOMMY, NO while 10-year-old Tommy
kills Jason, repeating, "DIE, DIE!"
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TIGHT ON TOMMY
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As he listens, his eyes well up with a violent rage.
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WIDER
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Tommy looks around vengefully. Seeing an old fence a few
yards away, he heads for it. Hawes is confused by his
actions
PAN DOWN TO A ROW OF 몷TELLERS몶 CAGES몸 with long lines of PEOPLE waiting to collect their unemployment checks. A sign above the first window says 몷A - F몸, the second window is designated 몷G - L몸 and so on.
CLOSE ON THE SECOND WINDOW -- Waiting his turn at the head of the line is a BLACK MAN in his early 30몶s. He kills time by trying to make a beat-up old wooden yo-yo perform the ba
Laura Script
I shall never forget the weekend Laura died.
A silver sun burned through the sky like a huge magnifying glass.
It was the hottest Sunday in my recollection.
I felt as if I were the only human being left in New York.
For with Lauras horrible death, I was alone.
I, Waldo Lydecker...
was the only one who really knew her...
and I hadjust begun to write Lauras story when...
another of tho
better now.
I think Im a lot younger than I was
the last time you saw me.
Wow.
Yeah, yeah, probably.
I see what you mean.
And I forgot to put
my watch on today.
See? No watch.
I consider that progress,
real progress.
Oh...
Its you.
You dont pick up your phone,
so I figured Id pay you a visit.
You look nice in those pants.
Dont even think about it, chum.
It just brings back
memories, thats all.
collect
the money and get the hell outta here.
Well! Are we amusing you?
- What... is this?
- Uh, well, Im done. Im finished.
- Uh... What do you think?
- What is it?
Well, its a shoe rack... with a twist.
Uh... You ready?
Just turn the crank here, those drop back,
these split. Gives you twice the space...
Stop boring me with your absurdities.
Whats it made of?
Its called wood. Its oak.
Oak. An o
collected, German;
Vikram Ray, cameraman -
born on the Ganges;
Bobby Ogata, frogman;
Renzo Pietro,
editor, soundman;
Vladimir Wolodarsky, physicist,
original score composer;
Anne-Marie Sakowitz,
script girl;
Pele dos Santos,
safety expert;
Eleanor Zissou, my wife,
vice president of the Zissou Society.
We had also invited seven marine science
students from the University of North Alaska...
to ac
inserts it
into a collection tube, something makes him turn.
Theres something across the street in the dark. Something alive.
COLE points his flashlight and reveals...a BEAR! Startled by the
light, the animal blinks, then stands on its rear legs and ROARS.
ANGLE ON COLE, staring wide-eyed.
Then, the BEAR sinks down onto all fours and, trying to avoid the
flashlight, it pads quickly down the st
I am not.
I had started writing down
everything that crossed my mind.
My family had become characters
in a fiction.
And I spoke of them
as if they were strangers.
As far back as I remember,
it was the smells and the light
that solidified
my first memories.
My grandmother had convinced
my father
a shit a day
kept the doctor away.
Dont cry, my darling.
Do like mama.
Push, Leo.
Push, my love.