A womans face BACKS INTO SHOT, her head resting against grimy wallpaper. She is tense, sweaty, wide-eyed with concentration. This is CLARICE STARLING - mid-20s, trim, very pretty. She wears Kevlar body armor over a navy windbreaker, khaki pants. Her thick hair is piled under a navy baseball cap. A revolver, clutched in her right hand, hovers by her ear. She raises a speedloader, in her left hand,
somewhere.
Got it.
There we go. "Carolyn Young,
Vale of Health, Hampstead."
Our lives are about to start, Holl.
Oh, my God, listen:
"Oh, Carolyn. Carolyn,
you break like a pane of glass.
When you melt, I melt too."
"How to give a clitoral orgasm."
You know brothers wank in their socks,
dont you?
"Foreplay can and should last
up to two hours."
You better watch out, Holly.
You might get pregnant
The Witching Hour
Screenplay by ANNE RICE
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FADE IN:
EXT. A SCOTTISH MOOR - NIGHT - 1670 A.D.
Far off, a massive stone castle looms. Trees silhouetted an
the horizon against the star-dotted, qreen-purple sky. The branches of one tree seem to reach
for the stars...
TRACKING IN - the tree is A HOODED FIGURE: SUZANNE - 20, golden hair spilling from her hood,
dazzling green eyes. Nestled in the f
Name Of The Rose Script
Having reached the end
of my poor sinners life...
my hair now white...
I prepare to leave
on this parchment my testimony...
as to the wondrous
and terrible events...
I witnessed in my youth...
towards the end of the year
of Our Lord .
May God grant me
the wisdom and grace...
to be the faithful chronicler
of the happenings that took place...
in a remote abbey
in the dark no
The Omega Code Script
Help! No!
Let her go.
You have what you came for.
Tell your master weve arrived.
He already knows.
I am standing here outside...
the Alexander Satellite Network studios,
where this teeming, overflow crowd...
awaits any chance to get a peek inside.
We have had an overwhelming response to my next guest.
Crowds have been lining up outside this studio all night...
to see this sp
Science fiction plucks from within us our deepest fears and hopes then shows them to us in rough disguise: The monster and the rocket.
W.H. Auden
We live, as we dream - alone.
Joseph Conrad
"ALIEN"
FADE IN:
SOMETIME IN THE FUTURE:
INT. ENGINE ROOM
Empty, cavernous.
INT. ENGINE CUBICLE
A VIDEO IMAGE FLICKERS TO LIFE. A ruggedly handsome man with dark, haunted eyes. Eyes that have seen hell.
NEVILLE
My name is Robert Neville. Today is October 17th,
the year 2002. I was born in 1960, on this very day,
so that makes today my birthday. (remembering)
Every year for my birthday, my wife Ellen would throw
me a party. A kids party. Cake, ice cream, funny hats,
"Pin the Tail on the Donk
HEATHERS
An Original Screenplay
by
Daniel Waters
FINAL SHOOTING SCRIPT
Registered WGAW
February 8, 1988
NOTE: THE HARD COPY OF THIS SCRIPT CONTAINED SCENE NUMBERS
AND SOME "OMITTED" SLUGS. THEY HAVE BEEN REMOVED FOR THIS
SOFT COPY.
FADE IN:
EXT. SAWYERS BACKYARD--DAWN
Elegiac music murmurs as three female and barefoot PAIRS OF
LEGS in skirts break from tableau to gently engage in Croquet.
A blue
Lying in bed, coughing. Pale, one sick cookie. Maybe hes seven or eight or nine. He holds a remote in one hand, presses it, and the video game moves a little bit. Then hes hit by another spasm of coughing, puts the remote down.
His room is monochromatic, greys and blues, mildly high-tech. Were in the present day and this is a middle class house, somewhere in the suburbs.
CUT TO:
The Kids MOTHER
RELIC
a screenplay by Amy Holden Jones
based on the book by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child
March 16, 1995
TITLE CARD... BELEM BRAZIL - JULY...
EXT. BELEM STREETS - NIGHT
A taxi careens down narrow roadways at breakneck speeds.
INT. TAXI - NIGHT
In the back seat is WHITTLESLEY. Early 40s, the wreck of a once
handsome man. Unshaven. Sweat stained. Rail thin. Scratches on his
arms, a fresh scar