TEN THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU
PADUA HIGH SCHOOL - DAY
Welcome to Padua High School,, your typical urban-suburban
high school in Portland, Oregon. Smarties, Skids, Preppies,
Granolas. Loners, Lovers, the In and the Out Crowd rub sleep
out of their eyes and head for the main building.
PADUA HIGH PARKING LOT - DAY
KAT STRATFORD, eighteen, pretty -- but trying hard not to be
-- in a baggy granny dr
O Brother Where Art Thou Script -
- ## Po Lazarus # - # Po Lazarus! #
# Po Lazarus... #
# Well, the high sheriff, he told the deputy #
# Wont you go out and bring me Lazarus? #
# Well, the high sheriff, he told the deputy #
# Wont you go out and bring me Lazarus? #
# Oh, bring him dead or alive #
# O Lord #
# Bring him dead or alive #
# Well, the deputy, he told the high sheriff #
# Well, I aint
A hand reaches for it, bringing the receiver up to the face of CASEY BECKER, a young girl, no more than sixteen. A friendly face with innocent eyes.
CASEY
Hello.
MANS VOICE
(from phone)
Hello.
Silence.
CASEY
Yes.
MAN
A womans face BACKS INTO SHOT, her head resting against grimy wallpaper. She is tense, sweaty, wide-eyed with concentration. This is CLARICE STARLING - mid-20s, trim, very pretty. She wears Kevlar body armor over a navy windbreaker, khaki pants. Her thick hair is piled under a navy baseball cap. A revolver, clutched in her right hand, hovers by her ear. She raises a speedloader, in her left hand,
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
In black, we hear a chain-gang chant, many voices together, spaced around the unison strike of picks against rock. A title burns in:
O muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending...
A wanderer, harried for years on end...
On the sound of an impact we cut to:
A PICK
splitting a rock.
As the chant continues, wider angles show the chain-gang at w
larger.
You see?
And when that happens...
the man lies
very, very close to his wife...
and he puts his membrum virilis...
into her vagina...
thus.
Then, in due course,
she will bring forth his child.
Seminiferous tubules...
labia major and minor, ducts...
vulva.
That- That is
the very crown oflife, Hall.
Gods wondrous purpose.
Your body is his temple.
You must never, ever
pollute that temple.
And
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
RENT
by Jonathan Larson
??
(The audience enters in the theatre to discover a stage bare of curtains.
At stage left looms a metal sculpture intended to represent: [a] a totem
pole/Christmas tree that stands in an abandoned lot, [b] a wood burning
stove with a snaky chimney that is at the center of MARK and ROGERs
loft apartment, and [c] in Act II, a church steeple. On stage the
five-musician band
RELIC
a screenplay by Amy Holden Jones
based on the book by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child
March 16, 1995
TITLE CARD... BELEM BRAZIL - JULY...
EXT. BELEM STREETS - NIGHT
A taxi careens down narrow roadways at breakneck speeds.
INT. TAXI - NIGHT
In the back seat is WHITTLESLEY. Early 40s, the wreck of a once
handsome man. Unshaven. Sweat stained. Rail thin. Scratches on his
arms, a fresh scar