rolled)
What?
Stacey stops and looks over. Frustated, she rolls off
Derek and onto her side.
STACEY
Fucking pervert, Dan!
DANNY
Theres a black guy outside Der...
breaking into your car.
Derek, muscled and tattooed, jumps out of the bed and
quickly puts on his skivvies. He reaches under his
mattress, pulls out a SIG .45 semi-automatic pistol, and
shoves in a clip.
DEREK
How long has he been out th
roll it.
Speed.
-Wait a minute.
-Cut.
Let me straighten out my shit.
Im ready. Lets go.
Youre ready? You sure?
Im sure.
This is James Russell...
reporting on our city
and her crimes.
Im here talking
to the car wash hustler.
Youve got
quite an operation here.
What is going on down here?
Im a businessman.
What the fuck you think
goin on?
What?
You cant use
that kind of language on TV.
What language
stockings, marches to
the red ball and steps on it. A red mallet is brought down
hard on the red ball causing the adjacent green ball to
thunder out of view. The Pair of Legs manuevering the green
ball departs. This process of elimination is grimly
repeated with the yellow ball and yet again with the blue
ball.
However, when the BLUE MALLETED PLAYER makes her sad exit,
the viewers viewpoint glide
stock market crash next month.
- Finish the captions on the junk shot, Casey. - Theyre antiques.
- Ive got a pulse. Ive got to check this again. - Tweedy.
This story is too good.
Senator Sullivan, youngest guy ever to be elected to the Senate.
His father was a drug dealer, he overcomes that... excuse me...
is on his way to big things, possibly the presidency...
- until he crashes his car into a t
roll posters
hang on the walls. They have Rogers picture advertising gigs at CBGBs and
the Pyramid Club. We have an illegal wood burning stove; its exhaust pipe
crawls up to a skylight. All of our electrical appliances are plugged into one
thick extension cord which snakes its way out a window. Outside, a small tent
city has sprung up in the lot next to our building. Inside, we are freezing
becau
roller skates down a dimly lit corridor. A parlour maid
looks down the hall where the girl has disappeared.
Sc 4 INT SCOTTISH HOUSE DRAWING ROOMDAY Sc 4
Three men wearing long grey aprons are fitting the packing for a
piano. On one of the mens arms is a tattoo of a whale in a wild sea.
Sc 5 EXT SCOTTISH HOUSE GROUNDS DAY Sc 5
The girl wearing her skates sits on a small black pony. An old man is
stocking and a high-heeled shoe. We
HOLD a moment, then PULL UP and AWAY over the converging heads of several
CHILDREN. A CHILD whimpers softly.
HELICOPTER SHOT
The yard and the CHILDREN, same angle and height as the last descending
helicopter shot. We PULL BACK and AWAY.
VOICE
Ye shall know them by their fruits.
DISSOLVE TO
HIGH LONG SHOT -- HELICOPTER
CENTERING the river.
VOICE
A good tree c
rolls left to right, and yaws in a corkscrew motion. The entire 93,000 ton behemoth rises and falls in the TYPHOON-DRIVEN SWELL.
SOMETHING DROPS DOWN OUT OF THE NIGHT
A ROAR. Silver wings flash by, a cockpit, fiery jet exhausts. A forty ton monster drops at 120 knots into an area the size of a tennis court in a CONTROLLED CRASH.
A SHOWER OF SPARKS, A SCREECH OF RUBBER AND METAL
As the gear hits
back down the stairs and take cover as
bullets turn steps into sawdust.
Rackin turns to help them, when he hears a noise, spins and
fires down the hallway...
Blasting GUARD #3 off his feet before he gets all the way
out the door. Rackin gives it a beat to see if the Guard
has any friends, but no one comes. He goes to help...
Breen covers Horman as he rolls from behind cover and fires
thew shotgu
dollars...
Not bad.
FADE IN
ATLANTA, GEORGIA - 1968
INT. SUBURBAN HOME - NIGHT
JANE CRAIG, ten years old, is in her room typing. Above the
desk where she works is a bulletin board with letters and
pictures tacked to each one. Her desk has several file racks
which contain bulging but neat stacks of air mail envelopes --
a roll of stamps in a dispenser is to one side. Jane types
very well in the