STEPMOM
Ronald Bass
Second Revised Draft
Previous Drafts by:
Gigi Levangie
Elizabeth Chandler
Jessie Nelson &
Steven Rogers
INT. RACHELS BEDROOM - EARLY MORNING
A billowy white screen. An alarm clock BLARES. As MAIN TITLES
BEGIN, the lovely sleeping face of RACHEL KELLY rolls into frame.
Then out of it. Alarm keeps BLASTING. Back she comes, pulling the
sheets OVER her head. Motionless now, as we
Alright so this is the world and there are five billion people on it. When I was a kid there were three. Its hard to keep up.
AMERICA FROM SPACE
The great continent through mist and swirling skies. (Satellites and other pieces of skycasting equipment float by.)
JERRYS VOICE
Thats better. Thats america. See, America still sets the tone for the world...
KID ON BASKETBALL COURT
A puberty-ravaged kid
In The Line Of Fire Script
Oh, my God.
Oh, Frank, thank God.
Im dead.
Frank, Im sorry. I got lost. This town is so confusing.
Theres Connecticut, Vermont, Massachusetts--
Man, what a day.
Mywife had to work early, so I took my kid to his new school.
He wont stop crying.
Says he wants to move back to Chicago.
It broke my heart.
Any more excuses?
Good.
When you workwith me, you be punctual.
You got
As the C-130 coasts to a stop, the hatch rotating down on a hot, dusty lifeless airstrip somewhere in Vietnam. Nothing seems to live or move in the midday sun.
TITLES RUN
A DOZEN NEW RECRUITS step off the plane, unloading their duffel bags, looking around like only the new can look around, their hair regulation-clipped, crisp, new green fatigues fitting them like cardboard.
CHRIS TAYLOR is just a
It is 7:14 P.M., Monday, September 22, 1975, and we are watching the network news programs on CBS, NBC, ABC and UBS-TV, the network of our story. The AUDIO is OFF; and head shots of WALTER CRONKITE, JOHN CHANCELLOR, HOWARD K. SMITH and HARRY REASONER, and of course, the anchorman of our network, HOWARD BEALE, silently flit and flicker across the four television screens, interspersed with the news
First, a sky over chimney pots and church towers, with masses of thundercloud and a black cloud moving toward the sun.
Cut to:
Piccadilly Circus, London. Flower sellers (women in shawls with baskets) seated round the base of the Eros monument. Among them Liza Doolittle, the only young one. The rest are elderly or middle aged. All, including Liza, are too poorly clad and dirty to be attractive. L
Much Ado About Nothing Script
"Sigh no more, ladies
"sigh no more
"Men were deceivers ever
"One foot in sea
"and one on shore
"To one thing constant never
"Then sigh not so
"but let them go
"And be you blithe
"and bonny
"Converting all
"your sounds of woe
"Into Hey
"nonny, nonny!
"Sing no more ditties"
More, more, more!
"Sing no more
"Of dumps
"so dull and heavy
"The fraud of men
"was ever so
"Si
It is very early in the dawn - blue light filters through the jungle and across a foul swamp. A mist clings to the trees. This could be the jungle of a million years ago.
Our VIEW MOVES CLOSER, through the mist, TILTING DOWN to the tepid water. A small bubble rises to the surface; then another. Suddenly, but quietly, a form begins to emerge; a helmet. Water and mud pour off revealing a set of bea
CHARADE
FADE IN (BEFORE TITLES)
1. EXT. FRENCH COUNTRYSIDE -- DUSK
Silence -- complete silence for the urbanite, though the
oncoming darkness is punctuated by the sounds of farm
country -- a few birds, a distant rumble of thunder from
some heavy clouds on the horizon, a dogs barking.
CAMERA PANS the green, squared-off flatland, lit only by
a fine sunset in its final throes. Then, gradually,
start
"HUNTER"
Written by
Jim Thomas and John Thomas
"HUNTER"
FADE IN
1 EXT. OUTER SPACE 1
The infinite blackness punctuated by a billion stars.
As we slowly DESCEND through the varied shades of blue
of the Earths atmosphere, we HEAR the first strains of
a haunting, Central American FLUTE, joined by a swelling
background of JUNGLE SOUNDS. We descend further,
through a lush JUNGLE CANOPY, backlit by a s