The Descent Script
Mister foreman,
have you arrived at a verdict?
We have, your honour.
We find the defendant
guilty of all charges.
-He has no priors--
-Thats misleading.
He has no convictions.
-ls he dangerous?
-No, but hes a slippery little shit.
Your honour,
request bail be continued--
Hes already wasted the jurys time,
not to mention yours.
-He has no priors, your honour.
-Judge, lock him in
MR. BEAN
By
Richard Curtis
And
Robin Driscoll
INT. NATIONAL GALLERY. BOARDROOM - DAY
A very grand room, with lots of wood and some very famous portraits round the walls.
A group of grave gentlemen and gentlewomen. They are the trustees of the National Gallery. LORD WALTON, a very grand man, sits at the table head. To his right sits his assistant, GARETH. All are deep in thought. LORD WALTON fidge
THE MATRIX
by Larry and Andy Wachowski
FADE IN:
ON COMPUTER SCREEN
so close it has no boundaries.
A blinking cursor pulses in the electronic darkness like a
heart coursing with phosphorous light, burning beneath the
derma of black-neon glass.
A PHONE begins to RING, we hear it as though we were
making the call. The cursor continues to throb,
relentlessly patient, until --
MAN (V.O.)
Yeah?
Data no
Day of The Dead
FADE IN:
1 EXT. THE EMPTY STREET OF A CITY - DAY
No people. A FEW CARS AND TRUCKS are parked at odd angles,
abandoned. A TITLE FADES IN, one phrase at a time.
FIVE YEAR...
SINCE THE DEAD FIRST WALKED.
2 EXT. THE CITY - DAY
We hear THE SOUND OF A STRONG WIND. DEBRIS flutters through the
streets. A LARGE ALLIGATOR slithers into frame, stops and
looks around.
MONTAGE: as MORE GATORS
SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE
By Jeff Arch
Rewritten:
Nora Ephron & Delia Ephron
May 10, 1992
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FADE IN:
CLOSE ON SAM BALDWIN
A card: Chicago.
Hes in his thirties. His neck is pinched into a crisp
dress shirt and tie. His expression is vacant, faraway.
A breeze blows but he doesnt react to it. In the
distance the architect
Eight Millimeter
written by
Andrew Kevin Walker
5/06/97
first
INT. MIAMI AIRPORT, TERMINAL -- DAY
Amongst the weary tourist families and solitary businessmen
sits TOM WELLES, middle-aged, hair neat, suit crisp and
gray. Hes eating crackers from a cellophane package,
sipping soda from a paper cup, watching an ARRIVAL GATE.
AT THE GATE
PASSENGERS arrive: the paunchy, graying men of First Class
lead
MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE
16TH AUGUST 1995
NOTE: THE HARD COPY OF THIS SCRIPT CONTAINED SCENE NUMBERS
AND SOME "SCENE OMITTED" SLUGS. THEY HAVE BEEN REMOVED FOR
THIS SOFT COPY.
INT. KIEV APARTMENT - NIGHT
Were in a large closet. JACK KIEFER, an athletic American
in his late thirties wearing a headset, is wedged into a
corner, staring at a television screen.
The television shows a surveillance view of t
RUSH HOUR
Original Screenplay
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RUSH HOUR
FADE IN:
EXT. LOS ANGELES - DAY
The whole dysfunctional megalopolis, beige and blurry in the
summer smog. If this is the American Dream, do me a favor and
wake me up.
EXT. LAX - DAY
The traffic loop outside the terminals is gridlocked -- mostly
with stretch limousines.
INT. LAX
DAWN OF THE DEAD
by George A. Romero
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"WHEN THERE IS NO MORE ROOM IN HELL
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THE DEAD WILL WALK THE EARTH"
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1 We see the face of a young woman. She is asleep. It is very
quiet at first, as credits appear. The womans face begins to
twitch, as though she is having a bad dream. She moans slightly
and her expression grows more desperate.
A mix of subtle sounds begin to fade in. As they get
RETURN OF THE APES
by Terry Hayes
first draft
1996
DEEP SPACE.
No atmosphere, no life, nothing. Just a web of lights- a billion stars hang
in a velvet void. The only sound is the howl of the cosmic wind.
The light of a distant sun strikes a rising planet. We see ragged
continents and oceans wreathed in cloud. This is earth rise. Our world
spins slowly in space, a thing of beauty, of awesome majes