A few patients sit around fumbling with themselves. One man sits at a table scratching back and forth on a piece of paper with a crayon. Another stands in a corner smoking a cigarette and staring at the crayon guy. This is CHARLES. Another man, KARL, sits in a chair staring at the floor and rubbing his hands together. We cut back and forth between Charles staring and Crayon Man scratching. After
Kiss Of The Dragon Script
- First time to France? - Yes.
Purpose of your visit?
- Business or pleasure? - Pleasure.
- Do you like this music? No?
Yeah, yeah.
You can put your things over there.
How long are you planning on staying?
Not very long.
Message for Mr. Smith.
- Smith? - Yes.
Smith.
Ah.
Hes here.
Monsieur, good evening. Anything to drink?
- Water. - Sparkling or flat?
Flat.
- Last one fo
SISTER MARGUERITE is locking up for the night, shutting doors, turning off lights, finally walks off down the corridor. Suddenly a terrified scream is heard, the voice of a young woman.
EXT - CONVENT - NIGHT
Lights in the windows flick on.
INT - TOP CORRIDOR - NIGHT
The nuns are running up the corridor in their night dresses and caps, calling urgently in French. They reach the door of Sister Agne
PEARL HARBOR
by
Randall Wallace
EARLY DRAFT
Out of BLACK we hear the sound of an airplane roaring by.
EXT. POV OF AN AIRPLANE
Flying over American heartland. We see the earth through the
pilots perspective as sky and ground swap positions, the
plane swooping down and storming over the ground.
THE PLANE
is a biplane, racing over a field lush with young plants. It
releases a trail of crop spray, an
Its just a matter of time before someone borrows your technology,improves it and makes a billion dollars on it.
What would you do with a billion dollars Milo?
Mmm I dont know
Ill tell you what you could do
You could take that money and put it back into technology, education and the arts
You can transform culture
I found the opera company, symphony orchestras, museums, theatres, steels..
I
THE PATRIOT
by
Robert Rodat
March 26, 1999
FADE IN:
EXT. THE SWAMPS OF SOUTH CAROLINA - NIGHT
Dark. Ominous. Kudzu hangs from the swamps maples. A
dark and forbidding place. A bird CRIES EERILY in the
darkness. Insects HUM ominously.
SUPERIMPOSITION:
FRENCH AND INDIAN WAR
A detachment of French soldiers with several wagons makes
its way along a muddy road cut through the swamp. The
soldiers are w
Mighty Wind Script
In the news tonight...
...the music world mourns the death
of folk music icon Irving Steinbloom...
...an instrumental figure
in guiding folk music...
...from its humble beginnings in the 1950s
to its zenith in popularity in the 1960s.
Steinbloom managed the careers
of such million-selling folk groups as...
...The Main Street Singers,
The Folksmen...
...and the sweethearts
of th
Stars in the black of space. PAN DOWN to sapphire blue sky, the brighter stars still shining through. Its Arctic midnight, the weak sun tiny on the distant horizon. We skim along the water, in and around looming glacial cliffs-- The top of an iceberg pushes through the waters surface. Carved into the ice is a single mammoth word:
G o d z i l l a
We continue past, along the ocean, and discover:
The Age of Innocence
[At the Theatre in the evening. Newland Archer enters the box. Steps to the front,
joining the company of several men, including Larry Lefferts and Sillerton Jackson. Larry
looks at stage through pearl opera glasses. Then he swings his opera glasses away from
the stage and toward another box. He sees the figure of a woman entering a box across the
way. Although the woman, sil
Anna Karenina Script
Always in my dream,
Im clinging to a branch,
Knowing full well that
death inevitably awaits me.
The fear of dying without ever having
Known love was greater than the fear
of death itself I know now I was not alone
in the horror of this darkness.
So, too, was the fear
of Anna Karenina.
It was then that a drop of honey
sweet enough to divert my eyes
from the cruel truth
came in