A blurred image forms on a white screen. A horizontal strip of face, eyes motionless and unblinking.
DAVID (V.O.)
Take trust, for instance, or friendship: these are the important things in life, the things that matter, that help you on your way. If you cant trust your friends, well, what then?
EXT. DAWN
A series of fast-cut static scenes of empty streets.
DAVID (V.O.)
This could have been any
thin trail of liquid runs past his feet and off into the darkness. Keaton lights the cigarette on the burning pack of matches before throwing them into the liquid.
The liquid IGNITES with a poof.
The flame runs up the stream, gaining in speed and intensity. It begins to ripple and rumble as it runs down the deck towards the stern.
EXT. BOAT - NIGHT - STERN
A stack of oil drums rests on the stern.
fast till shes close enough!
- Close with him amidships!
- Midships it is, sir!
For Gods sake, dont drop anything!
Steady!
- Hold your positions!
- Hold your position! Courage, now!
- Hold steady, boys!
- Dont worry, lads, well serve em out yet!
Mr Pullings, sir.
Davies, Jemmy, get Mr Pullings below.
Aye, sir.
Mr Blakeney, pass the word for the captain.
Clear the forward pin rails!
More sand on t
thin, unimposing, methodical. Only the eyes reflect
his disquiet.
Suddenly, a HAND looms from the tangled netting, stiff and
grotesque.
MORAN lurches back in shock as the raveling net LIFTS from
the waters surface...
...the face of Carl Heine. Turned to the sun.
Moran reels away as his young deputy, ABEL MARTINSON, turns
to throw up over the gunnel behind him.
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INT. CORONERS LAB - DAY
The
thing except rockin and rollin, livin fast, dyin young, and leaving a good-looking corpse. I love that scene where after hes made it big hes throwing a big cocktail party, and all these highbrows are there, and hes singing, "Baby Youre So Square... Baby, I Dont Care". Now, they got him dressed like a dick. Hes wearing these stupid-lookin pants, this horrible sweater. Elvis aint no sweater boy. I
fast guy...
OVERTURE 3
DIGITAL TITLES PROCEED ACROSS BOTTOM OF FRAME. CAMERA PULLS
BACK ON interior control room. FARLEY sitting in executive
chair in front of a wall of monitors. IMAGES OF TITLES
reading "D.T.V.," "MARRIAGE MAZE," "DENTONVALE,"
"HAPPY HOMES," "DENTON DOSSIER," "FAITH FACTORY" INERSPERSED
ON MONITORS WITH SHOT OF studio activity. Farley is sitting
at a table flanked by VANCE PARK
thing.
His outstretched fingers claw at the thin air and he
screams until the blood in his face is blue.
The soldiers are literally pulled back a step and they
begin to slip in the mud. They look at one another and
then over their shoulders as they hear a sound.
A groaning, creaking sound. And then the unmistakable
twang of wire stretched to snapping.
ANGLE ON:
The fence. The gate that separates
thin, wiry character whose face seems to be permanently contorted into a twisted, mocking grin. There is something seedy and second-rate about his appearance, even as his clothing is flashier, gaudier and, finally, more vulgar than the others. A psychopathic jokester, whose pranks and "practical jokes" are only funny to him when they cause death and suffering to others, this is JAK-EL.
The fourth
fast !"
"You make me get get mad I clench up
my buttcheeks and rip your dick of !"
You know who would be a funny faggot?
Ralph Kramden and Ed Norton!
Ralph Kramden leaning out the window and:
"Norton! Come on down, I wanna show you somethin!"
"Ralphie-boy, whaddaya say there pal of mine ?"
"You know Norton, Ive been watching you.
And I know youve been watching me.
You watch me! I know!"
"So, Ralp
thing you dont do.
You have a weird notion
of what "not sleeping around" means.
Thats what matters, you know.
I dont think so.
If I meet a man I Iove,
Id want to be broken in.
He wont think my first time counts.
The first time should be with nobody.
I dont want a guy bragging
he had me first.
Guys are all sick.
Im wiped out.
- Oh, come on!
- I thought you wanted a drink.
That place is a dump.
You