Top marks, . - Thank you, sir.
Except its a fake.
Theres the real thing. lts being auctioned at Sothebys this afternoon.
This is the fourth egg to turn up at auction this year.
lts from none of the usual sources. Anonymous seller, Swiss bank account.
ld say that the vendor was a Russian.
And now this turns up. A near-perfect forgery.
l think Commander Bond should accompany you to the sale.
Splend
did not ask to become a widow before the age of forty.
I know that.
Give me a hug.
- I will not cut again. - Let me hear the "P" word.
I promise.
Jesus! I am late. I have to get to work.
Lock the top lock the minute I close the door.
And do not open for anyone. Bye. I love you.
Are you alone? Okay. Move it!
Do yourself to the drain.
Tough guy.
Do it. I will make it easier for you.
Go ahead.
top-speed, left and right, back and forth,
returning every moment to Roderick.
She runs and runs until she is out of breath, and then
laughs at the astonishment which keeps Roderick motionless
and staring at her.
After catching her breath, and wiping her forehead, she
challenges Roderick to a race.
RODERICK
I accept, but I insist on a wager.
The loser must do whatever the
winner pleases.
DOROTHY
top
floor of what was once a music publishing factory. Old rock n 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
enters.
INT. THE BOOKSHOP - DAY
It is a small shop, slightly chaotic, bookshelves everywhere,
with little secret bits round corners with even more books.
Martin, Williams sole employee, is waiting enthusiastically.
He is very keen, an uncrushable optimist. Perhaps without
cause. A few seconds later, William stands gloomily behind the
desk.
WILLIAM
Classic. Absolutely classic.
Prof
NOTE: Aerial dialogue in caps is UHF radio; plane to plane, plane to carrier. Aerial dialogue in small case is ICS; an inter-cockpit system; a live mike, heard by pilot and RIO only.
EXT. NIGHT
THE PACIFIC IS ANYTHING BUT WINDS HOWL. Rain drives horizontal. The sea surges up, nearly to the flight deck of the Aircraft Carrier USS Kitty Hawk. The carrier plunges, driving its bow into a wall of gre
What time is it there?
INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Dressed in a night gown, MRS. MARGARET WHITMORE unpacks her
briefing papers lays them out on a small desk as she talks.
Through the window we SEE Los Angeles at night.
MARGARET
Two in the morning. I know I
didnt wake you?
WHITMORE
(filtered)
As a matter of fact you did.
MARGARET
(smiles)
Liar.
INT. WHITMORE BEDROOM - SAME
Whitmore sits up.
WHITMORE
top of his
head flat, his arms long and heavy, his boots weighted with
mud.
Suddenly the storm fades. Light creeps into the scene, and
color, as we DISSOLVE TO:
THE PACIFIC OCEAN
melting into a hazy morning sky. In a box canyon off the
coast highway, we see row after neat row of trailer homes, a
makeshift village for beach bums.
INT. TRAILER - DAY
CLAYTON BOONE opens his eyes. He is 26, handsome
Pink Floyds "Dark Side of the Moon (Brain Damage)" plays as WHITE TITLES appear over black. As the song crescendos at the first chorus, SUNLIGHT flares over the lunar horizon and a crescent sliver of THE MOON is illuminated- huge, filling the screen f rom top to bottom. Were in space, circling around from the dark side until a HUGE FULL MOON fills the screen with whiteness- TITLES continue as we
top drawers were mine.
I thought... Why do...?
The closet. Thats where they are.
We put them in the closet.
- Put what in the closet?
- Your socks.
- There wasnt room in the drawers.
- Theres a lot in the closet.
So Gussie and I decided that from now on
wed keep them in a basket on the shelf.
Basket.
This? This.
Jim, dear, I do wish youd try
to make a little effort.
Ill try, dear.
Father, just on