-- TERMINATOR 2 SCRIPT --
1 ext. city street - day 1
Downtown L.A. Noon on a hot summer day. On an EXTREME LONG LENS the
lunchtime crowd stacks up into a wall of humanity. In SLOW MOTION they
move in herds among the glittering rows of cars jammed bumper to bumper.
Heat ripples distort the torrent of faces. The image is surreal,
dreamy... and like a dream it begins very slowly to
dissolve to:
2 e
Judgment At Nuremburg Script
I didnt know it was so bad.
Couple of incendiaries,
these old buildings go up like cellophane.
Theres a wall that separates
the old section of Nuremberg from the new.
Goes back to...
How far does it go back, Schmidt?
-1218 sir.
-1219.
This is where the Nazi Party
held their rallies, isnt it?
They all came here.
Hitler. Goebbels. The whole crew.
Thousands of them, from
Riders on horseback cross the desert. From this distance they appear to be a company of Army Cavalry Soldiers.
CLOSER ANGLES ON THE RIDERS
Reveal only details of saddles, hooves and uniforms. The riders are silhouetted against the rising sun as they ride into an ancient CLIFF PUEBLO.
The OFFICER IN COMMAND raises his hand halting his troops.
OFFICER
Dis-mount!
RIDERS climb down from their mounts.
A Midnight Clear Script
Its too hot.
When I get back,
Im gonna put it...
Mother?
Mothers the oldest
in our squad.
He just had his th birthday, and
two days later his baby was born dead.
We call him Mother... Wilkins...
because hes always hounding us
for being sloppy, bugging us...
about leaving things around.
Theyre a little bent.
You want me
to turn you in, Vance?
Between the stuff you did
and t
armies.
The dark, murdering armies of Eurasia.
In the barren deserts of Africa and India...
on the oceans of Australasia...
courage, strength, and youth are sacrificed.
Sacrificed to barbarians, whose only honor is atrocity.
But even as we grasp at victory...
there is a cancer, an evil tumor...
growing, spreading in our midst.
Shout, shout...
shout out his name!
Goldstein!
Nothing the Party says
Arcade
by
David S. Goyer
Last revised November 6, 1990
INT. ARCADE WORLD -- ELECTRONIC DARKNESS
We dont know if its night or day. Its just black.
And maybe...maybe intermittent SPARKS racing by. So quick we barely
perceive them. Like the sparks you imagine when your eyes are closed.
BREATHING,
slow and hollow, filling up the entire world. Its eerie as hell. A
feeling of utter loneliness.
And now
activities, boats,
cases of weapons, Robert Kennedy ... John Roselli, Sam Giancana, Santos
Trafficante, Richard Helms (the new CIA chief), Bill Harvey, Head of
ZR/RIFLE, Howard Hunt ...
VOICE 4
The CIA, however, continues its secret war on
Castro with dozens of sabotage and assassination
attempts under its ZR/RIFLE and MONGOOSE
programs - The Agency collaborates with
organized crime elemen
actively involved...
... in this historical moment.
And if the churches
across this country
elievers can come together
and take a stand
I think its gonna have
a powerful, powerful impact
on this process.
We dare not sleep through
this poi???? decision
because frankly, futur generations
depend on us.
Pray urgently that
Gods perfect will, will be done.
We are engaged today
in what they call:
cultu
ACTIVE YOUNG WOMAN opens the
door. She is LUCILLA -- Commodus sister. Lucilla pulls
her coat tight against the wind.
LUCILLA
Where are we now, Commodus? Can you
see the camp? My Gods! The air is
turning into ice!
COMMODUS
Were nearly there, Lucilla.
LUCILLA
Thats what you told me two days
ago!
COMMODUS
Will you please get back in your
wagon? And stay there?
LUCILLA
Im tired of being stuck in that
activity.
Dude, you made all this just by selling junk on your computer?.
Well, one mans junk is another mans down payment, Meeker.
- Start thinking outside the box, man. - What box?.
The box youre in that keeps you from seeing that this $5-an-hour job blows.
Dude, I aint gonna be here forever.
Check it out. Bam!
Plur 1 02. DJ contest tomorrow night. Im signed up.
"Underground dance par-tay."
Yea