As the C-130 coasts to a stop, the hatch rotating down on a hot, dusty lifeless airstrip somewhere in Vietnam. Nothing seems to live or move in the midday sun.
TITLES RUN
A DOZEN NEW RECRUITS step off the plane, unloading their duffel bags, looking around like only the new can look around, their hair regulation-clipped, crisp, new green fatigues fitting them like cardboard.
CHRIS TAYLOR is just a
The Nightmare Before Christmas Script
NARRATOR
Twas a long time ago, longer now than it seems, in a place
that perhaps youve seen in your dreams. For the story that you are
about to be told, took place in the holiday worlds of old. Now, youve
probably wondered where holidays come from. If you havent, Id say its
time you begun.
This Is Halloween
SHADOW
Boys and girls of every age
Wouldnt you l
Pitch black. Dead quiet. Dim faint light appears in the distance, approaching, growing larger. As the light nears, we recognize car headlights. Closer and closer until the car is bearing down upon us with great force. . .
2 INT. CAR 2
Two men in the front seat, FISHER and MOORE. Fisher drives. All seems quite normal until we take a closer look, sweat matts hair, dirt stains on white tuxedo shirts
Kicking It Old School Script
Justin, are you ready for the talent show?
Mom, I pity the fool who aint
ready for the talent show.
Wasnt that... something?
A round of applause for Jen.
Now weve all-
The Vista Avenue Elementary School-
Hey, Jen.
You were way cool out there.
Radical. Thanks.
Ooh, I got you something.
- Oh, my God. You got me-
- Garbage Pail Kids Series TwoJellyJenny.
- Y-You dont hav
Anchorman Script
There was a time,
a time before cable,
when the local anchorman
reigned supreme,
when people believed
everything they heard on TV.
This was an age when only men
were allowed to read the news.
And in San Diego, one anchorman
was more man than the rest.
His name was Ron Burgundy.
He was like a god
walking amongst mere mortals.
He had a voice that could
make a wolverine purr,
and su
A normal Dennys, Spires-like coffee shop in Los Angeles. Its about 9:00 in the morning. While the place isnt jammed, theres a healthy number of people drinking coffee, munching on bacon and eating eggs.
Two of these people are a YOUNG MAN and a YOUNG WOMAN. The Young Man has a slight working-class English accent and, like his fellow countryman, smokes cigarettes like theyre going out of style.
It
Note: Hows this for a change from the finished product?!? ... and NO mention of the powerful Opening Vistas! This is how the script begins ...
[FADE IN]
The screen is a microcosm of leaf, crystal drops of precipitation, a stone, emerald green moss. Its a landscape in miniature. We HEAR the forest. Some distant birds. Their sound seems to reverberate as if in a cavern. A piece of sunlight refracts
Barely audible, an organ plays a haunting theme. The title credits appear. They are simple green lettering on a black background.
BLACK
TV MONITOR
Point of view from inside a small medicine cabinet. The door is opened creating a low hum, and throwing light on THX 1138, a man about thirty-five years old. He has a closely shaved head: which makes him appear bald. The image is distorted as seen over
The Killing Script
(PA) Lucky Arrow breaking on top.
Purple Shadow is second.
(narrator) At exactly 3:45 on that Saturday
afternoon in the last week of September,
Marvin Unger was perhaps the only one
of the 100,000 people at the track
who felt no thrill at
the running of the fifth race.
He was disinterested in horse racing and
held a lifelong contempt for gambling.
Nevertheless, he had a five-do
TRACKING DOWN the line of empty, open capsules. Frozen twilight. The final four capsules are sealed, lids in place.
ANGLE - INSIDE CAPSULE
NEWT, then RIPLEY. HICKS next, his head and chest bandaged. Then BISHOP in his caul of plastic. But the lid of Bishops capsule is misted with hothouse condensation.
CLOSER
A tear of fluid streaks the condensation.
An alarm SOUNDS.
A monitor begins to scroll da