Continues ]
- [ Coughs ]
- Oh-whoa-whoa ! Waste not,
Master Hood. That was for the bag.
[ Continues Coughing ]
Oh.
Ive been thinkin, Francis.
You know, you are
one drug-addled elitist freak.
And when the revolution comes I do not
want to be lined up with you and shot...
because you are fuckin ripe
for political reeducation--
- you know, like in the fields.
- Let me enlighten you
about something h
continuous sound of running water... Cates moves toward the
bathroom. Rips the door open.
BATHROOM
The shape behind the shower curtain freezes. Cates, gun held
level, moves forward... Rips the shower curtain open.
Revealing a young and very beautiful woman, ELAINE MARSHALL.
CATES
Inspector Jack Cates, S.F.P.D....
And youre wanted.
Elaine stares at him as Cates turns off the water.
ELAINE
What am
Bring It On Again Script
Like, wow. Like, crap. Last year I was a high school brat.
But now Im here. Hope Im the one you pick to cheer!
- Fantastic! - Im sorry. What?
Oh, nothing. Dont let me slow you down. Its just... Well, youre a surprise.
- How do you mean? - You have great spirit.
But just a tad more volume, if you would.
- I apologize. - Continue.
Like, whoo. Like, whee. Im at the universit
continues, stopping just before it touches the tiny body.
A SHINY PAIR of thin needle-nose pliers reach in the borehole and extricate the mosquito remains. These are dropped on a brightly lit glass slide. A conveyor belt starts, and the slide moves along. arriving under a long-lensed microscope.
IN MICROSCOPIC PERSPECTIVE, a thin needle pierces the bug and delicately removes a fragment of tissue.
days of scavenging are over, L-Ron.
Lock onto this transmission and follow it
to this Earth his speaks of.
L-RON
What for?
BRAINIAC
Jor-Els most accomplished creation,
L-Ron -- the Eradicator still exists!
Brainiacs eyes glow with intrigue. L-Ron shrugs and begins
entering coordinates. Lexs message continues onscreen.
LEX (V.O.)
From one superior intellect to another --
whome
CONTINUE as TINA GRAY, a strong girl of fifteen in a thin
night shift, moves towards us down a dark concrete corridor. Her
steps quicken as TITLES appear in the portion of frame she leaves
free.
A subliminal COLLAGE of SOUND threads in and out of the MUSIC.
Distant insane LAUGHTER. Slamming iron DOORS. A bleating animal
CRY. A LAMB, white and blank-faced, skitters across her path and
on into the
who continue to believe in themselves despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary. This is GUS GORMAN.
Behind the teller몶s wicket is a middle-aged female CLERK with the requisite officious manner and heart of stone common to her profession. As the MAN ahead of GUS finishes his turn and walks away, she barks out:
CLERK
Name?
GUS
(as he tries to
untangle his
yo-yo string)
Gus Gorman.
marriage to Mr. Carpenter?
Why? Shouldnt I approve?
I dont know. What is your relationship with Mr. Carpenter?
What do you mean?
What I mean is, hes been a frequent guest in your home.
Is he an acquaintance? Friend? Are you in love with him?
This is beginning to assume fabulous aspects.
Oh, shut up, Waldo! What are you driving at?
The truth, Mrs. Treadwell. Are you in love with him?
Why, no. I
CREDITS: White lettering over a back background. The THUNDEROUS SOUNDS OF A MASSIVE NAVAL BARRAGE are heard. The power is astonishing. It roars through the body, blows back the hair and rattles the ears.
FADE IN:
ext. Omaha Beach - normandy - dawn
The ROAR OF NAVAL GUNS continues but now WE SEE THEM FIRING. Huge fifteen inch guns.
A SWARM OF LANDING CRAFT
Heads directly into a nightmare. MASSIVE
continuing)
Said to give em fifteen minutes.
Theyll send someone by.
Jimmy grabs his hockey stick, heads for the door.
PAMELA
Jimmy, what are you doing?
JIMMY
Checking out your place.
PAMELA
No. Wait for the police.
JIMMY
And miss the big game? No way.
CUT TO:
EXT. HOUSE - MINUTES LATER
Pamela stands at the foot of her driveway... watches as Jimmy
climbs the steps to her porch, hockey stick perch