The Organization Script
(muffled shouts)
This time were gonna drop you,
and lm not fooling.
(watchman groans)
(sirens)
Lieutenant, we found these
on the floor, near the window.
You heard the gate blow up
after you were hit. Sure?
Yes, sir. Whoever hit me
was already inside.
Put a trace on those in the morning.
Virgil, we can take this fella away.
Not just yet.
Any vehicles missing?
Maybe he blew
"BATMAN RETURNS"
1 INT. A STUFFY MANSION--A NIGHT ABOUT FORTY YEARS AGO 1
The viewer floats through an overbearing mansion and
up its sweeping staircase to where a stern man in
conservative dress is pacing back and forth, smoking a
cigarette in a cigarette holder. He is the FATHER. The
throes-of-labor pants and moans of the MOTHER can be
heard from down the hall.
Now, eerie Gaas and Goos chill th
divisin at UBS.
The two old friends got properly pissed.
I was at CBS with Ed Murrow in .
Must have been then.
I was NBC, uh, associate producer.
Morning news. I was
just a kid, years old.
Anyway...
anyway, they were building the lower
level of the George Washington Bridge.
We were doing a remote from there...
and nobody told me!
A minute after am I get a call.
"Where the hell are you? Youre supp
division,
detective grade.
When the suspects are caught
and charged,
and a verdict rendered,
you would be eligible
for the assignment
of your choosing,
commensurate to sentencing.
No.
Im sorry?
Im not interested.
Bear in mind, Mr. Tellis,
if I may be so bold,
that career opportunities
in law enforcement...
What a fucking waste of time
that was.
Tellis!
Captain Mitchell Cheevers.
- Thanks for comi
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 , 18, blows away SOMETHING BIG big with his pulse cannon.
JOHNNY
Comon, lets go ! ON THE BOUNCE
The cap troopers move out, among them DIZZY FLORES, 18, ACE
LEVY, 19, and KITTEN SMITH,
Bourne Identity Script
[ Wind Blowing ]
[ Thunder ]
[ Speaking Italian ]
[ Grunting ]
[ Grunts ] What the hell are you doing to me?
[ Speaking Italian ]
What are you doing? [ Muffled ]
Goddamn it! Where am I? A boat.
A fishing boat. You were in the water.
We pull you out. What water?
You were shot. See? There are the bullets.
Ohh. Look. There is a number for a bank.
Why was it in your hip?
My hi
Meet Wally Sparks Script
[Static]
Senator Bob Dole says...
trash TV is the beachhead
of controversy...
infinity backs
shock jock Howard Stern...
get this garbage
off the air...
declined to comment on
the TV censorship issue...
continues his attack
on TV talk shows...
Howard Stern...
take the trash out
of talk television...
demeaning, exploitative,
perverted, divisive...
What a great audience.
Wel
Silence. Gradually the sound of distant traffic becomes audible. A LOW ANGLE bounded on one side by a chain-link fence and on the other by the one-story public school buildings. Spray-can hieroglyphics and distant streetlight shadows. This is a Los Angeles public school in a blue collar neighborhood.
ANGLE BETWEEN SCHOOL BUILDINGS
Where a trash dumpster looms in a LOW ANGLE, part of the clutter b
Absence Of Malice Script
Capaletti.
- Carlyle.
- Hes dead since June, boss.
The man... Santos Malderone.
And here comes our boy.
Michael Colin Gallagher.
43 here, 47 now.
Tommy Gallaghers only kid.
Nephew of Santos Malderone.
Occupation: Wholesale liquor.
- Duck, Waddell!
- Where were you when I needed you?
- Hi, Donna.
- Hi, Meg.
- Did somebody rob a bank?
- I wish somebody would.
Anything new o
Division.
What the hell is that?
Dont work there anymore, and theyre on the second floor!
Do you know who I could talk to because I phone, write and nobody calls me.
Its driving me crazy.
No! Im crazy!
They were going to shoot you.
Christ, Regis, what are you, insane?
The guns on safety.
All right, boys, Im thinking this looks. . .
. . .handled.
Lets get out of here.
Go, go!
Sector secure.
Sector