All That Jazz Script
OK, one more time. From the top.
Six beats, all right?
One, two, three, four. One, two...
To be on the wire is life.
The rest... is waiting.
- Thats very theatrical, Joe.
- Yeah, I know.
- Did you make it up?
- I wish I had.
- Do you like it?
- Well, its all right.
Its showtime, folks!
They say the neon lights
are bright on Broadway
They say theres always magic in the air
But
right palm is turned to reveal a long cut along the
mound of the thumb...
...Carls wrist, its WATCH stopped at 1:47...Whaley removes
it, notes the time, and drops it into a manila envelope...
Whaley bends over Carls body, presses on his solar plexus,
watching pink FOAM rise from Carls mouth and nose. And
then. He sees something more. His forceps gently pull back
the hair from above Carls left ear
rights, and even ethics. Media are calling you a grave robber. BROCK: Well, nobody ever called the recovery of the artifacts LIZZY: What is it? OLD ROSE: Turn that up, dear. BROCK: I have museum-trained experts out here making sure that these relics are preserved and catalogued properly. Take a look at this drawing that we found just today, a piece of paper that has been under water for 84 years,
right; he looks to the left; he looks INTO CAMERA, and slowly sinks back into the swamp, disappearing completely.
Our VIEW HOLDS, We begin to HEAR natural, though unrecognizable JUNGLE SOUNDS, far off in the distance. We PAN TO REVEALa clump of logs half submerged in the swamp; and part of what seems to be a Falstaff beer can in the mud. A hand reaches out, and the beer can disappears. As we TILT
right to oh six niner, down five degrees.
HELMSMAN
Coming right to oh six niner, sir. Down five
degrees.
NAVIGATOR
Port side clearance one hundred twenty feet
narrowing to seventy-five. Sir, we have a
proximity warning light.
EXEC
Thats too damn close! Weve gotta back off.
BARNES
Range to contact, two hundred. Contact junked to
bearing two six oh and accelerated to... one
hundred thirty knots, si
right here?
As he turns to round up the other, we discover that the wall isnt a wall ?its a flatbed truck. The
truck drives away, taking the two dogs with it.
HARRY (CONT.)
(at truck)
Hey, wait a minute!
Harry chases after the vehicle.
CUT TO:
EXT. EAST SIDE ESTATE - DAY
Lloyd Christmas pulls the limousine into a long, tree-lined driveway. He gets out and looks up in
awe at an IMPRESSIVE STONE MA
right there.
This is a antique.
-Still gonna call the cops?
-Hell, yeah.
You done broke in somebodys house.
Just because you looking sad...
...you dont think nobody gonna call
the police? Im calling the po-po.
Its tore up, anyway. I dont see
no reason for you to call the cops.
Dont tell me not to call the cops.
If I wanna call the cops, Im gonna.
I might not call
if you done learned your lesson.
right one STOPS. Illuminated in red. The beeping, the
green light, go OFF. The device is removed.
Back to the window, air rushing in, attach a similar suction-
mounted harness from the inside, all exquisitely engineered to rig
in seconds, press new suction cups to the inside of the dangling
window pane. A small remote control clicker...
...RELEASES the outside suction cups. The windows weight now
only the tones, the rise, fall, sharpness of voices.
Brian looks away from the door. Prepares for his assault on the stairs. He reaches his foot down - and the step CREAKS loudly. Brian freezes. He moves his foot to the left, puts his weight on it. Silence. He goes right for two more, skips the next stair altogether, making his way to the bottom of the minefield of possible creaks and groans.
Fandango Script
Gardner, hes coming.
Okay.
Almost, darling.
But not quite.
-Hes coming. Hes coming.
-More ice! More ice!
-Okay. Hes coming.
-Oh, okay.
Hey, Phil.
ls this the appropriate
wedding color, son? Black?
lts perfect.
Well, l guess when a Groover marries,
the world mourns.
Hey!
Line up. Hey, hey! Line up, okay?
All right, all right.
Turn the music down.
Turn the music down. Come on.
Oh, G