-- 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:
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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
PHILADELPHIA
by RON NYSWANER
September 21, 1992
FADE IN:
VARIOUS SHOTS OF PHILADELPHIA EXTERIORS (EXT./DAY) ...
which may include the Liberty Bell, the Italian Market,
scenes along the Delaware and Schuylkill Rivers,
Independence Square, the Russian Orthodox neighborhood, the
ghettos of North Philly.
MAIN TITLES PLAY OVER THIS SEQUENCE which culminates in a
SHOT OF...
CUT TO:
PHILADELPHIAS GLORIO
Agent Cody Banks Script
SEATTLE
- Morning. - Morning.
Hey, Dad, we have to discuss my allowance. I need a raise.
Buying a girl gummi bears wont close the deal.
- Like youd know. - Alex.
But, Mom, Codys almost and Ive had twice as many dates as him.
- Sitting in a tree house isnt a date. - It is when youre playing doctor.
Bye.
You smell good. Did you shave?
- Do your chores. - Ill do them later.
T
Barely audible, an organ plays a haunting theme. The title credits appear. They are simple green lettering on a black background.
BLACK
TV MONITOR
Point of view from inside a small medicine cabinet. The door is opened creating a low hum, and throwing light on THX 1138, a man about thirty-five years old. He has a closely shaved head: which makes him appear bald. The image is distorted as seen over
THE VERDICT
by David Mamet
INT. FIRST FUNERAL PARLOR - DAY
A working-class funeral in progress. THIRTY PEOPLE and an
inexpensive bier SEEN from the back of the hall.
ANGLE
A MANs back FILLS the SCREEN. He is dressed in a black suit;
his hands are clasped behind him. ANOTHER MAN stands next to
him. The Second Man reaches behind the First Mans back and
puts a discreetly folded ten-dollar bill into
An ancient house, standing lonely in the middle of a deserted landscape in Northern Germany; lying there like a sleeping giant under the starry sky.
But something seems strange: All of the windows and doors have been nailed shut.
Text chart: 몷1976몸
The headlights of a car pierce the darkness. A car halts in the yard. Three MEN step out. One of them is wearing a police uniform. The men switch
circuitry
at the speed of light. We created them to
calculate and research, to help us design
and heal and think. With all that they can
do, are they only electrical impulses...
or are they a new form of life?
The figure is rotated completely around, and as it comes back to face
us, a glowing disk appears beside it; again in response to the
programming printed out at the side of the screen. The d
TRACKING DOWN the line of empty, open capsules. Frozen twilight. The final four capsules are sealed, lids in place.
ANGLE - INSIDE CAPSULE
NEWT, then RIPLEY. HICKS next, his head and chest bandaged. Then BISHOP in his caul of plastic. But the lid of Bishops capsule is misted with hothouse condensation.
CLOSER
A tear of fluid streaks the condensation.
An alarm SOUNDS.
A monitor begins to scroll da
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: