Science fiction plucks from within us our deepest fears and hopes then shows them to us in rough disguise: The monster and the rocket.
W.H. Auden
We live, as we dream - alone.
Joseph Conrad
"ALIEN"
FADE IN:
SOMETIME IN THE FUTURE:
INT. ENGINE ROOM
Empty, cavernous.
INT. ENGINE CUBICLE
AND REVEALS THE inside of a domed city honeycombed with fantastic arches. The city is inhabited by young beautiful people in luxurious but simple costumes.
THE CAMERA ROAMS through the City, observing some people seated at a kind of cafe sipping drinks and relaxing; other people are in some kind of exercise class doing beautiful graceful movement; and finally a class of five year old children lis
Traffic
by
Stephen Gaghan
EXT. COLUMBUS, OHIO - DAY
The state capital of Ohio. Its an impressive building for
a city this size.
SUPERTITLE: COLUMBUS, OHIO - STATE CAPITAL
INT. OHIO STATE SUPREME COURT - DAY
In chambers striving for august, JUSTICES listen to a lawyer
MR. RODMAN, argue his case before the highest court in Ohio.
Mr. Rodman enjoys the sound of his own voice.
MR. RODMAN
This informan
Lock Up Script
- Excuse me.
- Yeah?
Im looking for a mechanic.
Anybody here fit that description?
I might be able to help you.
What do you need?
I need it fixed right away. I need
someone who knows what theyre doing.
Im not that busy.
So, whats the problem?
Im not sure. Maybe you ought to
get under the hood and check it out.
Yeah, maybe I better.
Looks okay from here.
Great customer service.
Litt
Bone Collector Script
Hows it look?
The cops bodys about 300 yards
down in an abandoned tunnel.
-Howie?
-Right behind you, captain.
Keep back till
I process the scene, okay?
Watch out! Its falling!
So where the hell is the car?
I dont know.
Thats the last time
I take a goddamn redeye.
We can take a cab.
Im gonna fire this son of a bitch.
Hes always got some excuse.
Well, come on.
Well be home bef
Leolo Script
This is my place
in the Mile-end neighborhood
in Montreal, Canada.
Everybody thinks
Im French Canadian.
Because I dream,
that is not what I am.
Because I dream,
that is not what I am.
Those who trust only
their own truth,
call me Leo Lozeau.
They say he is my father,
but I know Im not his son.
Because this man is crazy
and because I am not.
Because I dream, I am not.
SOMEWHERE IN A V
He is a bespectacled man in his thirties, hale but somewhat bookish. He stands, tuxedoed, in the wings of a theater, looking out at the stage, listening intently to end of a performance.
In the shadows behind him an old stagehand leans against a flat, expressionlessly smoking a cigarette, one hand on a thick rope that hangs from the ceiling.
The voices of the performing actors echo in from the of
A VIDEO IMAGE FLICKERS TO LIFE. A ruggedly handsome man with dark, haunted eyes. Eyes that have seen hell.
NEVILLE
My name is Robert Neville. Today is October 17th,
the year 2002. I was born in 1960, on this very day,
so that makes today my birthday. (remembering)
Every year for my birthday, my wife Ellen would throw
me a party. A kids party. Cake, ice cream, funny hats,
"Pin the Tail on the Donk
BARRY LYNDON
A Screenplay by Stanley Kubrick
Based on the novel by William Makepeace Thackeray
FADE IN:
EXT. PARK - DAY
Brief shot of duel.
RODERICK (V.O.)
My father, who was well-known to the
best circles in this kingdom under
the name of roaring Harry James, was
killed in a duel, when I was fifteen
years old.
EXT. GARDEN - DAY
Mrs. James, talking with a suitor; Roderick, at a
distance.
RODERICK
The Others Script
Now, children, are you sitting comfortably?
Then Ill begin.
"This story started many thousands of years ago...
but it was all over in just days.
All that long, long time ago, none of the things we can see now...
the sun, the moon, the stars, the earth, the animals and plants...
none existed. Only God existed...
and so only He could have created them.
And He did."
Mr. Simpson, wh