TWELVE MONKEYS
An original screenplay by
David Peoples
&
Janet Peoples
Inspired by
LA JETEE, a Chris Marker Film
Production Draft
June 27, 1994
FADE IN:
INT. CONCOURSE/AIRPORT TERMINAL - BAY
CLOSE ON A FACE. A nine year old boy, YOUNG COLE, his eyes wide
with wonder. watching something intently. We HEAR the sounds of
the P.A. SYSTEM droning Flight Information mingled with the
sounds of urgent SHO
Crew Member ]
Come on, come on, come on.
[ Shouts In Japanese ]
For relaxing times,
make it Suntory time.
Cut-o!
Cut-o, cut-o, cut-o, cut-o, cut-o!
[ Speaking Japanese ]
Uh, could you do it slower...
and with more... intensity?
Suntory time.
[ Director Shouts
In Japanese ]
[ Crew Members Respond ]
[ Finishes Shouting ]
[ Clapboard Claps ]
For relaxing times,
make it Suntory time.
Cut-o, cut-o, cu
crew working.
What the hell are we supposed to do,
go home?
Hey, I dont think I know you.
Bobby Kopas.
Come over from La Junta
with some top-hand pickers.
I dont think I ever hired you before, either.
One thing I know for sure, I never will.
$ . an hour?
Save yourself some money,
and theyre already hard at it.
I dont hire winos
who never slipped melons before.
I dont know.
You hire a lot of Latin
POINT BREAK
by James Cameron & Kathryn Bigelow
From the Screenplay by
W. Peter Iliff
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FADE IN:
We are in the belly of a wave.
Light refracts in a constant collision of water.
SLOW MOTION, the hallucinatory prisms, like liquid
diamonds taking flight, dreamlike...
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EXT. OCEAN - DUSK
Backlit against a flaming sun a solitary SURFER glides
across the green glassy peak. TIME IS STRETCHED until h
crew members murmur the word "loco". Hearing the commotion, a
squat man wearing a billed hat and smoking a cigar approaches. CAPTAIN
FRANCO.
FRANCO
American?
WHITTLESLEY
Yes. Thank Christ somebody speaks
English. Im Dr. John Whittlesley.
You have some crates of mine on
board. They were shipped by mistake
to the Natural History Museum. We
have to get them off the boat.
FRANCO
You have I.D.?
Whittl
SHOWER OF SPARKS, A SCREECH OF RUBBER AND METAL
As the gear hits the deck. The hook catches the 3 wire and the F-14 TOMCAT is slammed to a halt. Its the scariest thing youve ever seen, the most dangerous maneuver in aviation and just another day at the office for a Naval Aviator.
TITLES OVER
HARD DRIVING ROCK AND ROLL - The Cars - "Ride Me High".
FLIGHT DECK - THE LANDING SIGNAL OFFICER - (LSO)
crew wont
be heading back to Earth...
till ten days after you guys land
at our base camp with Mars Two.
thank you, Renee. Thats a pretty
long rendezvous, dontyou think ?
What are you
suggesting, Sergei ?
I think maybe you should
bring a baseball bat.
We will play American baseball
on Mars. Our two crews.
- Oh, please.
- We could have ourselves
a Solar System Series.
- Half you guys are foreigners
flight.
Queer.
What did you say?
Dad said it first.
I get chocolate cake for your birthday.
Are your hands clean?
Hes a fuckin freak.
Dude, nice look.
I saw your dad this morning.
Josh, what do you say? Is he in?
Been thinking about the job, man?
Forget him.
Two hours a week for three hundred cash.
The whole summer. Do the math.
Hes not gonna do it, Josh.
Guess he doesnt have it in him.
They cons
crew
at st and Central Park West.
Revoke Jeffs movement privileges.
Have him escorted
to the Chamber Street station.
And please check the expiration date
on the unipod worm tranquilizers.
Sorry, fellas. Station closed.
- Emergency drill. For your safety.
- Do you believe these putzes?
Youre welcome.
I know, by the book.
Tee, when was the last time
we just looked at the stars?
This is a test. I ca
crew-cut or completely shaved; they wear bandoliers, flak jackets, shorts and little else. They wear Montagnard sandals or no shoes at all, and their bodies and faces are painted in bizarre camouflage patterns. They appear one with the jungle and mist, FIRING INTO US as they move.
The soldier we saw earlier emerges from the swamp, dripping mud, his MACHINE GUN BLASTING FIRE.
We begin to move quic