Magdalene, holy patron of the Magdalene Asylums,
was a sinner of the worst kind.
For money, she gave her body to the depraved and lustful.
She was saved by doing pennance for her sins,
giving up the pleasures of the flesh, including food and sleep.
She worked beyond the resistance of a human being
so that she could offer her soul to God,
cross the gates of Paradise, and live an eternal life.
human being in a long-
term way.
SETH
(agreeably)
Thats good.
CUT TO:
INT. SAMS CHICAGO TOWN HOUSE - DAY
An attractive, thirtyish couple, SUZY and GREG are
stocking Sams freezer with enough Ziploc meals for a
months. A number of friends and relatives talk quietly
in the living room beyond. Sam stands alone by a window
that looks into the backyard. We can see a garden of
flowers -- clearly pl
milk,
it doth posset and curd.
Some are born great,
some achieve greatness...
...and some have greatness
thrust upon them.
Intelligence is hooked with language.
When we speak with no feeling,
we get nothing out of our society.
We should speak like Shakespeare.
We should introduce Shakespeare
into the academics.
You know why? Because then
the kids would have feelings.
- Thats right.
- We have no f
milk. The farmers wife supervises
things, collecting a sou from each boy.
Napoleon, 9, stands apart from the group, drinking his
milk, a book under his arm, lost in thought, gazing across
the cornfield at the school buildings, which are
beautifully colored by the late sunlight.
BREMOND
(overly cheerful)
Good afternoon, Bonaparte.
Napoleon ignores him.
BREMOND
What are you reading?
No reply. Dufou
humans.
Do you put electrical things
in their brains?
No.
No.
But thats done,
isnt it?
Yes.
Why?
You can measure
electrical activity,
or, with a minute
amount of current,
you can stimulate a feeling
or... or a thought.
You can stimulate
a feeling?
Yes.
For example,
there was
this experiment
where an electrode
was planted
in the pleasure center
of a monkeys brain.
When the monkey
hit a button,
it
milk
Asshole!
Thought we were stupid?
I need my pinkie...
to play piano
Hes expelled
He was a useless father
Its hour to Toride
Then minutes to Ueno
on the Joban line
Tokyos a long way off
Mother left home after I began school
Then the divorce papers came
Who does she think she is?
But even in this crisis...
So what?
...was my take
Silently they die
I was an indifferent child
Hes hopeless
Hes tot
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1 ext. city street - day 1
Downtown L.A. Noon on a hot summer day. On an EXTREME LONG LENS the
lunchtime crowd stacks up into a wall of humanity. In SLOW MOTION they
move in herds among the glittering rows of cars jammed bumper to bumper.
Heat ripples distort the torrent of faces. The image is surreal,
dreamy... and like a dream it begins very slowly to
dissolve to:
2 e
milk into
a ladys handbag. Deliberately.
Yet he was the best
footballer of us all.
Opinions differ on that. l remember
one match ... Give him the sack.
Pernille, come to my office.
I believe they phoned
from the church ...
Yes, Im sorry ...
its because he is my best friend.
The man you were talking to?
No, the man he told me to sack.
One cant just do that, can one?
No, if its your best friend
it
he is. Hes the man with one eye.
Though the popular prejudice
runs in favor of two.
-Is this one inch milk and the rest water?
-Aye, sir.
Heres richness.
When I say "one," you may take a drink.
When I say "number two,"
the boy next to you may take it...
and so on, till all five boys
have been nourished.
But work fast.
We Ieave when the coach horn blows.
Number one.
Number two.
Number three.
Numb
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Living In Oblivion Script
Camera trucks comin in.
Were about two blocks away.
Where do we park?
Excuse me, where do we park?
Anybody know where
the camera truck can park?
No.
What time is it?
: . Why?
This milks bad.
When did you buy it?
Tuesday.
I dont know. Whats today?
Monday.
Copy.
Theres a deli
on broadway.
Anything closer?
Nothing thats open