line on which it hangs bangs against a dirty glass door as if
trying to get in.
THROUGH THE GLASS DOOR a woman paces inside, agitated. The
VOICES rise over the banging, becoming intelligible --
INT. LIVING ROOM, NELLS APARTMENT - DAY
-- becoming a fight. JANE, 30s, dark-haired, furious, wheels
across a diminutive, neat, but poor living room.
JANE
Itll take a month to probate the will,
Nell! A mon
classic. Confident.
- It says, "Im elegant."
- "And I dont need color to prove it."
There you go.
I wanna work with her one day.
- You should work with her.
- I will work with her.
With my career decided,
I left for college...
... hopeful I would meet someone
I could be certain of.
- Phillip.
- Bruce.
- Jeremy.
- Noah.
- Trotsky.
- Frank.
- Bean.
- Bean? As in, "How have you...?"
Bean. Yeah.
- I
Classic Act of God.
My boat was where the lightning struck
because I put it there.
It was an accident, for fucks sake.
Its in your policy.
Look.
Yes, look. Comprehensive.
COM-PRE-HENSIVE!
Im sorry.
Bastards. Pains in the arse. Parasites.
You can disappear up your own...
David Myers, please.
His brother.
Whats this crap about Act of God?
Is that what theyve got you on?
An Act of God is force majeu
A man and woman make love on a brass bed. There are mirrors on the walls and ceiling. On a side table, atop a small mirror, lines of cocaine. A tape deck PLAYS the Stones: "Sympathy for the Devil."
Atop him... she straddles his chest... her breasts in his face. He cups her breasts. She leans down, kisses him...
JOHNNY BOZ is in his late 40s, slim, good-looking. We dont see the womans face. She ha
lines.
The aliens reach for LASER-GATLINGS and FIRE, but they cause no
damage. Brainiac instead grabs the weapons, jamming them into his
body -- consuming the lasers into his form, energizing. He drops
the guns, and his hands morph into tendrils, which plunge into the
chests of the terrified Aliens. He absorbs their life forces,
making them husks -- at which point they explode, covering the
cabin
line,
youre bound to snag something.
Even an old geezer like you.
Shut your mouth, Victor.
Im not an old geezer.
Youll be eating fresh meat
for a month.
I hate the way fish smells.
I hate the way it smells too,
but well just box up what we catch...
...and ship it back.
Im pretty good at crating things up.
Sure. Maybe next time
you should just belt him.
Hey, look, you do things your way.
Subtletys
PAN DOWN TO A ROW OF 몷TELLERS몶 CAGES몸 with long lines of PEOPLE waiting to collect their unemployment checks. A sign above the first window says 몷A - F몸, the second window is designated 몷G - L몸 and so on.
CLOSE ON THE SECOND WINDOW -- Waiting his turn at the head of the line is a BLACK MAN in his early 30몶s. He kills time by trying to make a beat-up old wooden yo-yo perform the ba
One Hour Photo Script
Turn to your right.
Thats it, sir. Youre done.
Please follow the orange line.
We processed the roll of film
we found in your bag, Mr. Parrish.
Theyre not very pretty pictures.
Also, you left the camera in the hotel.
We processed that roll as well.
Can I see them?
Thats not a courtesy, Mr. Parrish.
This is evidence.
Do you guys have your own lab...
or do you have to send it o
H20
FADE IN:
EXT. STREET - NIGHT - SUBURBIA
Langley, Illinois. A quiet suburb located fifty miles
outside of Chicago.
SUPER the legend: "Langley, Illinois. October 28th 1998"
A HOUSE
nestled in the middle of a tree-lined street. A Honda Civic
pulls into a darkened driveway, the headlights are
extinguished...
PAMELA WHITTINGTON, a middle-aged woman in full registered
nurse attire, emerges from the
lines moving over the bisons hump.
- Is that right?
- Yes, thats exactly right.
Next slide.
This is probably less familiar.
It was discovered by archeologists...
In Lascaux, France.
Dates back to B.C.
Singled out because of flowing lines
depicting the movement of the animal.
- Impressive. Name?
- Herd of Horses.
- I meant yours.
- We call her Flicka.
Elizabeth Warren.
They call me Betty.
Very goo