hand-grenades --
and shes apt to pull a pin at the slightest whim.
DEHAVEN
Would that be anything like
"typing"? "Restocking the
cupboards"? That sort of thing, Mr.
Hayes?
CHUCKLES from the packed gallery. The flag officers go
stone-faced. Hayes forces a smile.
HAYES
Hardly the case, Senator.
DEHAVEN
Well, Im just an old dame without
much time left, so youll pardon me
if I jump right in here befo
handsome and
intelligent. As the voice continues, the form becomes rounded by
the computer until it appears three dimensional and begins to rotate.
VOICE (CONT.)
In a world-wide network of electronics,
they travel through miles of circuitry
at the speed of light. We created them to
calculate and research, to help us design
and heal and think. With all that they can
do, are they only electrical im
hands
holding the pick axe and an occasional flash of long hair.
The Killer SLAMS his body against the bedroom door.
??
INT. BEDROOM -- EVENING
Melinda scoots as the door is forced a few inches open.
She presses back on the door, closing it.
WHAM! Its slammed open again.
Melinda tries pressing it closed, but the Killers gloved
hand reaches in and grabs her. Yanks on her hair. Melinda
screams and
Dominic
whose wife wanted him back. I forget why.
I only took the job because my bank
account was trying to crawl under a duck.
And I never found him.
I just found out all over again
how big this city is.
My feet hurt.
And my mind
felt like a plumbers handkerchief.
The office bottle hadnt sparked me up...
so Id taken out my little black book
and decided to go grouse hunting.
Nothing like soft sho
Riders on horseback cross the desert. From this distance they appear to be a company of Army Cavalry Soldiers.
CLOSER ANGLES ON THE RIDERS
Reveal only details of saddles, hooves and uniforms. The riders are silhouetted against the rising sun as they ride into an ancient CLIFF PUEBLO.
The OFFICER IN COMMAND raises his hand halting his troops.
OFFICER
Dis-mount!
RIDERS climb down from their mounts.
Bring It On Script
Im sexy, I?? cute
I?? popular to boot
Im bitchin, great hair
The boys all love to stare
Im wanted, I?? hot
I?? everything youre not
Im pretty, I?? cool
I dominate this school
Who am l, just guess
Guys wanna touch my chest
Im rockin, I smile
And many think I?? vile
Im flyin, I jump
You can look but
dont you hump, whoo
Im major, I roar
I swear I?? not a whore
We cheer and we lead
handle this myself, Mother.
I know what Im doing.
Everything is under control.
Its all right.
Im a police officer.
Crisp, youre under arrest.
Put your hands on your head
and get up!
Kimble, not again!
Your hands!
Theyre up.
When will you
leave me alone?
Drop the gun!
Drop the gun!
Hey, Im a police officer.
This is an arrest.
This mans crazy.
Look at him.
Hell kill me.
Youre just going to stand th
hand, ice-cleats on his boots. A black
backpack. As he climbs, spider-like, pulling himself up, he goes to
JAM A CLEAT into the ice, but -
CRACK! A 50 foot stiletto of ice breaks off, CRASHING onto the rocks
below. Regaining his foothold, Bond looks down: Certain death. He
looks up: So very, very, far to go. Bond shakes his head:
BOND
There has to be an easier way to earn
a living.
Still, Bond cl
handle. It is locked. Behind it the voice goes on, rising in
volume.
OLD SALIERI
Show some mercy! I beg you. I beg you! Show mercy to a guilty
man!
The Valet knocks gently on the door. The voice stops.
VALET
Open the door, Signore! Please! Be good now! Weve brought
you something special. Something youre going to love.
Silence.
VALET
Signore Salieri! Open the door. Come now. Be good!
The voice of
hands, studying it.
LOU
Youre still going to have to settle with
your mothers landlord on the back rent.
Nell watches Janes little boy, RICHIE. Unpacified by the
cartoons on the TV, he plows a plastic tank across a shelf
through neat rows of delicate PORCELAIN DOLLS.
NELL
Im not going to stay. Ill get a job.
Ill get my own apartment.
Richie knocks a porcelain DOLL off, and it breaks all over
the