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
FIGHT CLUB
by
Jim Uhls
based on a novel by
Chuck Palahnuik
2/16/98
SCREEN BLACK
JACK (V.O.)
People were always asking me, did I
know Tyler Durden.
FADE IN:
INT. SOCIAL ROOM - TOP FLOOR OF HIGH RISE -- NIGHT
TYLER has one arm around Jacks shoulder; the other hand
holds a HANDGUN with the barrel lodged in JACKS MOUTH.
Tyler is sitting in Jacks lap.
They are both sweating and disheveled, both around
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
La Dolce Vita Script
THE SWEETNESS TO LIVE
But it is Jesus!
What is it?
Where do you take it?
They take it at the Pope.
Our telephone number.
To the table
what did they eat?
The prince ate some snails.
And did they drink..?
Forgiveness... I saw, me.
The princes?
They drank the Valpolicella.
We say:
snails, Valpolicella.
Let me take a photo!
Impossible...
Why all this money?
I am
Ken Park Script
I used to be friends
with this guy.
His name was Ken Park.
His name spelled backwards was
Krap Nek, and I used to tease him.
One day after school
I heard he blew his brains out.
I dont think I had anything to do
with it, but l still feel guilty.
Krap Nek.
This is Krap Nek
when he was age .
His mother told me he was buried
in his lucky motorcycle jacket.
She said his toothbrush
is
In The Name Of The Father Script
Come to me
Come lie beside me
Oh, dont deny me your love
[ Indistinct Commotion ]
Make sense of me
Walk through my doorway
Dont hide in the hallway oh, love
Step all over me
Ill follow you down
Ill follow you down
- [ Continues ] - [ Laughing ]
Hiya.
[ Bono Reciting ] ln the name of whiskey
In the name of song
You didnt look back
You didnt belong
In the n
After The Sunset Script
You screwed up!
Here we go, here we go!
Yeah! All right!
Whoo!
Got him.
Target is in sight.
Clock him close.
Hes not going anywhere.
Im hand-carrying this thing
right into the museum.
Stan, youve got more cover on you
than the president.
The diamond is safe.
This is an armed caravan,
completely bulletproof, magnetic locks.
- This transfer is under control.
- Im hot.
FBI Tr
GALAXY QUEST
??
BY
David Howard
Robert Gordon
??
??
5/04/99 (GOLDENROD) 5,7,12,13,16,17,19,27,27A,33B,38,53,55,58,
60-70C, 71-72,85,117
4/29/99 (GREEN)
4/28/99 (YELLOW)
4/26/99 (PINK)
4/20/99 (BLUE)
4/19/99 SHOOTING DRAFT
THIS MATERIAL IS THE PROPERTY OF DREAMWORKS PICTURES AND IS
INTENDED AND RESTRICTED SOLELY FOR DREAMWORKS PERSONNEL.
DISTRIBUTION OR DISCLOSURE OF THIS MATERIAL TO UNAUTHORIZED
Shawshank Redemption, The
- By Frank Darabont.
1 INT -- CABIN -- NIGHT (1946)
A dark, empty room.
The door bursts open. A MAN and WOMAN enter, drunk and
giggling, horny as hell. No sooner is the door shut than
theyre all over each other, ripping at clothes, pawing at
flesh, mouths locked together.
He gropes for a lamp, tries to turn it on, knocks it over
instead. Hell with it. Hes got mor