COPYCAT
Third draft by
Frank Pierson
Participating writers:
Ann Biderman
Jay Presson Allen
INT. LECTURE HALL BERKELEY - DAY
The hall is full. On the stage, DR. HELEN HUDSON is
speaking. HELEN is a forensic psychologist. Behind her is
a projected diagram: PREDISPOSITION, DISSOCIATION, TRAUMA,
FANTASY, VIOLENT FANTASY, FACILITATORS, MURDER, and
TRAUMA-REINFORCEMENT which she can point to with a las
Silent and endless. The stars shine like the love of God... cold and remote. Against them drifts a tiny chip of technology.
CLOSER SHOT
It is the NARCISSUS, lifeboat of the ill-fated star-freighter Nostromo. Without interior or running lights it seems devoid of life. The PING of a RANGING RADAR grows louder, closer. A shadow engulfs the Narcissus. Searchlights flash on, playing over the tiny ship
The motorcycle becomes airborne and on the way up slices itself in half as it scrapes along the full length of a Datsun Kingcab.
In the air, the rider and motorcycle twist violently as they fly by.
The motorcycle bounces off a black 66 Chevrolet and makes a sound like the end of the world.
The rider hits the same Chevy a moment later. Like a broken ragdoll shot from a canon, the man punches throu
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
Slow motion. Armed troops in black uniforms pour out of unmarked vans and swarm across a lawn in a middle class residential neighborhood. Yuppie neighbours look on in shock, confused. Two of the troops carry a battering ram to the front door of a white two-storey house. A leashed Rottweiler snarls and barks. In position, their comrades point M-16s into first-floor windows, ready to be ambushed. P
Muppet Christmas Carol Script
- Well. That was a fine meal.
- Yes. It was. Wasnt it?
Yes. Where shall we go now?
- Lets have. Uh. Lunch!
- Oh. Good idea.
- Now quiet down. You melons.
- Hey. Im being stolen!
Hey. Help me! Help me!
Hey. Put me down!
What about my nose?
Ow!
Banana peels comin down!
Come along. Ladies.
Heres a nice Christmas turkey.
Turkeys!
Get your Christmas turkey.
Hey. Wha...
Ge
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
TRAIN WHEELS grinding against track, slowing. FOLDING TABLE LEGS scissoring open. The LEVER of a train door being pulled. NAMES on lists on clipboards held by clerks moving alongside the tracks.
CLERKS (V.O.)
몭 Rossen 몭 Lieberman 몭 Wachsberg 몭
BEWILDERED RURAL FACES coming down off the passenger train. FORMS being set out on the folding tables. HANDS straightening pens and pencils and ink
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
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