Day of The Dead
FADE IN:
1 EXT. THE EMPTY STREET OF A CITY - DAY
No people. A FEW CARS AND TRUCKS are parked at odd angles,
abandoned. A TITLE FADES IN, one phrase at a time.
FIVE YEAR...
SINCE THE DEAD FIRST WALKED.
2 EXT. THE CITY - DAY
We hear THE SOUND OF A STRONG WIND. DEBRIS flutters through the
streets. A LARGE ALLIGATOR slithers into frame, stops and
looks around.
MONTAGE: as MORE GATORS
tie somebody to the railroad tracks!
People want to see Lance Barton, the comedian.
- What people? - Lance Barton people.
- Lance Barton, everybody! - No boos!
Here comes a booey.
Lance Barton, everybody!
Dont touch me, baby!
- Hey! Whats up, Apollo? - Whered you get that hat, man?
Yeah, yeah, all right. So, er...
How come every time an airplane crash,
all they can ever find is the black box?
Why
stronger than I am.
You like to make me suffer.
Ive loved you
since we were children, Anais.
But, Ive always had a fear that...
I wouldnt be able to.
Look at them.
Theyre so exquisite.
If I were a man,
Id be swept away.
They dont move me like you do.
Hell of a place you got here, Hugo.
Peaceful.
Been here long?
- Just since the Crash.
- Since the Crash? Howd you live before?
We lived well.
This i
old Sanderson house,
warning off any who
might make the witches...
come back to life!
Gimme a break.
Aha. We seem to have
a sceptic in our midst.
Mr. Dennison,
would you care to share...
your California, laid-back,
tie-dyed point of view?
Okay.
Granted that, uh,
you guys here in Salem...
are all into these, uh, black
cats and witches and stuff.
- Stuff?
- Fine.
But everyone here knows t
tie you up
and let you understand
# That Im not your average man
Billy, you got him?
China, where is he?
Where is he? I dont see him!
There!
Damn it.
Damn it, hes right there. Billy!
Billy, the tow truck!
Hey! Come here, you prick.
Ow! Damn it.
- Whoa!
- Hey, asshole!
You drive. I wanna shoot him!
Come on! We jingle it, baby.
Come on, lets roll. Come on!
You son of a bitch!
- Chill! Wait for me g
strong young man. She is
Francine, twenty three years old and very attractive, although
she is gritty with dirt. Her hair is hanging, dishevelled and
sweaty. Her jeans and blouse have been worn for several days.
She is sitting on the floor, where she has slept the last
several hours, covered by an old overcoat.
Tony: YOU OK?
Fran stares at the young man. She is shaking. She doesnt speak.
Tony: TH
strong prey on the weak.
TIGHT ON JAKE몶S HAND as he starts pushing the wheel of his
chair.
TRACKING WITH HIM as he rolls forward.
2.
JAKE (V.O.)
It몶s just the way things are. And nobody
does a damn thing.
Jake stopsunnoticednext to the bullying man. He leans
down and grabs one leg of the man몶s barstool -- and YANKS.
The chair flips. The guy goes down HARD and --
JAKE hurls himself from the
strong skater, though.
Nor the best puck handIer.
But, ny God...
What a shot.
It that goal regulation size
or what?!
Number one...
...number fifty-two...number sixteen...
They saw my power.
They wont dog ne this year.
...number nine...
...and number forty-three.
The rest of you...
...better Luck next year.
Coach, whats going on?
What about ne?
Gilmore.
I called your number,
didnt I?
No, you didnt
strong jaw and a muscular body. Theres a cool intelligence in his eyes,
but a two-day beard and a worn-out uniform make him look like a man who,
between youth and middle-age, lost his way. And so he has. His name is WILL
ROBINSON.
He takes a steel trolley, wheels it through a set of swing doors and out of
sight.
CLOSED CIRCUIT TV SCREEN
features the image of one of the scientists we recognize fro
armored space station, followed by two zipping TIE fighters. A small Imperial shuttle rockets from the main bay of the ship and hustles toward the Death Star.
INT. IMPERIAL SHUTTLE - COCKPIT
The shuttle captain makes contact with the Death Star.
SHUTTLE CAPTAIN
Command station, this is ST 321. Code Clearance Blue. Were starting our approach. Deactivate the security shield.
DEATH STAR CONTROLLER