A womans face BACKS INTO SHOT, her head resting against grimy wallpaper. She is tense, sweaty, wide-eyed with concentration. This is CLARICE STARLING - mid-20s, trim, very pretty. She wears Kevlar body armor over a navy windbreaker, khaki pants. Her thick hair is piled under a navy baseball cap. A revolver, clutched in her right hand, hovers by her ear. She raises a speedloader, in her left hand,
JFK
FADE IN:
Credits run in counterpoint through a 7 to 10 minute sequence of
documentary images setting the tone of John F. Kennedys Presidency and
the atmosphere of those tense times, 1960 through 1963. An omniscient
narrators voice marches us through in old time Pathe newsreel fashion.
VOICE
January, 1961 - President Dwight D. Eisenhowers
Farewell Address to the Nation -
EISENHOWER ADDRES
Limbo Script
Welcome to Americas last frontier...
... where the final lumbering
remnants of the lce Age...
... the massive and
awe-inspiring glaciers...
... calve cathedral-sized
icebergs into the sea...
... where natures bounty unfolds
in a panoply of flora and fauna...
... the like of which is seen
nowhere else on the planet.
From the ocean depths,
plumbed by ageless cetaceans...
... to azure s
TWELVE MONKEYS
An original screenplay by
David Peoples
&
Janet Peoples
Inspired by
LA JETEE, a Chris Marker Film
Production Draft
June 27, 1994
FADE IN:
INT. CONCOURSE/AIRPORT TERMINAL - BAY
CLOSE ON A FACE. A nine year old boy, YOUNG COLE, his eyes wide
with wonder. watching something intently. We HEAR the sounds of
the P.A. SYSTEM droning Flight Information mingled with the
sounds of urgent SHO
The Man hands his coat to coat check woman and thanks her. When he turns we get our first view of DR. RICHARD KIMBLE, a tall, athletic man, with a trim beard.
He moves from the outer lobby into a fabulously decorated ballroom where a fashion show is taking place as a medical fundraiser. Doctors and their spouses, hospital brass and sponsers mingle. Women sit near the runway watching the models. M
Malloy sits over a table fiddling with the tape. He is young, half-shaven, dressed in T shirt and jeans. He looks too --
LOUIS, who stands by the window, looking out on the streeet, with his back to Mallowy. Louis is dressed in an old-fashioned suit.
LOUIS
So you want me to tell you the story of my life...
MALLOY
Thats what I do. I interview people. I collect lives. F.M. radio. F.F.R.C. I just
X-Men
By
Ed Solomon
Revisions:
Chris McQuarrie
Tom DeSanto
Bryan Singer
February 24, 1999
BLACK
Sounds of a train rolling to a halt, a shrill whistle.
EXT. CAMP - DAY
UP ON the door of a weathered cattle car as a German
soldier steps into frame wearing that familiar gray of
the all-too familiar era.
He throws the door to reveal a mass of huddled and
frightened people inside.
The words are not nec
It is very early in the dawn -blue light filters through the jungle and across a foul swamp. A mist clings to the trees. This could be the jungle of a million years ago.
Our VIEW MOVES CLOSER, through the mist, TILTING DOWN to the tepid water. A small bubble rises to the surface; then another. Suddenly, but quietly, a form begins to emerge; a helmet. Water and mud pour off revealing a set of bead
LOST IN SPACE
by
Akiva Goldsman
CHAPTER 1: Earth 2058
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FADE IN ON:
EXT.-SPACE
PULL BACK slowly as MARS fills THE FRAME, a sphere of red desert and fast rushing crimson clouds.
A triangular CARGO SHIP descends from the dark of space.
PILOT (OVER)
Mars mining base, this is Grissom One,
Request final descent vector.
REVERSE ANGLE
EXT.-MARS
A row of giant red mountains and b
THE MATRIX
by Larry and Andy Wachowski
FADE IN:
ON COMPUTER SCREEN
so close it has no boundaries.
A blinking cursor pulses in the electronic darkness like a
heart coursing with phosphorous light, burning beneath the
derma of black-neon glass.
A PHONE begins to RING, we hear it as though we were
making the call. The cursor continues to throb,
relentlessly patient, until --
MAN (V.O.)
Yeah?
Data no