H A N N I B A L
Screenplay
by
Steven Zaillian
Based on the Novel
by
Thomas Harris
Revision
February 9, 2000
INT. PANEL VAN - DAY
Clarice Starling is dead, laid out in fatigues across a bench
in the back of a ratty, rattling undercover van. Three other
agents sit perched on the opposite bench, staring at her
lifeless body.
BURKE
How can she sleep at a time like this?
BRIGHAM
Shes on a jump-out squ
THE BRIDGES OF MADISON COUNTY
Our story begins in 1965, on a hot afternoon in August.
FADE IN
EXT. IOWA LANDSCAPE - DAY
Rolling green hills, lush farmland, vast open space. Not a
house or sign of life in sight. On a long dusty road, a TRUCK
is driving across the screen. Clouds of dirt follow in its
tracks -- its motor, the only sound we hear.
INT. TRUCK - DAY
FRANCESCA JOHNSON is sitting in t
Tomorrow Never Dies
Screenplay
by
Bruce Feirstein
(for educational purposes only)
FADE IN ON:
EXT. DESOLATE MOUNTAIN RANGE - HIGH ANGLE - DAWN
Super: THE KHYBER PASS, AFGHANISTAN
Were looking down at what used to be called "The End of the Known
World." A landscape that is both beautiful, and forbidding.
In the center of this vista, there is a deep ravine.
Pushing in on the ravine, there appears t
Network Script
This story is about Howard
Beale, the news anchorman on UBS TV.
In his time, Howard Beale
had been a mandarin of televisin,
the grand old man of news, with a HUT
rating of and a audience share.
In however,
his fortunes began to decline.
He fell to a share.
The following year his wife died
and he was left a childless widower
with an eight rating and a share.
He became morose and iso
Almost Famous Script
All right, you chipmunks. Ready to sing your song?
- I뭠l say we are! - Lets sing it now.
Okay, Simon?
Okay, Theodore?
Okay, Alvin?
Christmas, Christmas time is near
Time for toys and time for cheer
Weve been good but we cant last
Hurry, Christmas Hurry fast
Want a plane that loops the loop
Me, I want a hula hoop
We can hardly stand the wait
Please, Christmas Don뭪 be late
SUPERMAN LIVES
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Written by
Kevin Smith
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EXT. SPACE
An Alien craft floats through the void, approaching a slow-moving
ASTEROID.
INT. ALIEN CRAFT
Two humanoid ALIENS dressed in uniforms pilot their craft nearer
to the asteroid.
ALIEN #1
Receiving a signal from an alien system,
but theres interference on the channels.
ALIEN #2
Once we get past this asteroid, it should
clear up.
Suddenly, THRO
PAN DOWN TO A ROW OF 몷TELLERS몶 CAGES몸 with long lines of PEOPLE waiting to collect their unemployment checks. A sign above the first window says 몷A - F몸, the second window is designated 몷G - L몸 and so on.
CLOSE ON THE SECOND WINDOW -- Waiting his turn at the head of the line is a BLACK MAN in his early 30몶s. He kills time by trying to make a beat-up old wooden yo-yo perform the ba
Silence. Norland Park, a large country house built in the early part of the eighteenth century, lies in the moonlit parkland.
2 INT. NORLAND PARK. MR DASHWOODS BEDROOM. NIGHT.
In the dim light shed by candles we see a bed in which a MAN (MR DASHWOOD, 52) lies his skin waxy, his breathing laboured. Around him two silhouettes move and murmur, their clothing susurrating in the deathly hush. DOCTORS.
All we can see, filling the entire frame is a flame-orange sky... almost like the sky from the burning of Atlanta in "Gone with the Wind".
SUPERIMPOSE: Presenter credit
PAN DOWN lower and lower until we see the terrain below... the desert. There is no vegetation whatever, just sand and odd-shaped rock formations. The air is filled with red dust, which alternately obscures and then reveals the ima
M Script
Just you wait, it wont be long
The man in black will soon be here
With his cleavers blade so true
Hell make mincemeat out of you!
Youre out.
I told you to stop singing
that awful song!
Didnt you hear me?
That same cursed song over and over!
Dear me, thats heavy.
Whats the matter?
I told those kids to stop
singing that awful song,
but they sing it all day long.
As if we havent heard
enoug