hands
struggling to hold it flat against the ground.
INT. ROOM - NIGHT
Napoleons room at Valence. It is filled with books,
mostly of military subjects, but well-stocked with poetry,
history and philosophy. He is reading by candlelight.
Outside we hear the sounds of revelry produced by less
conscientious officers.
NARRATOR
His moods at this time were complex
and varied.
NAPOLEON (V.O.)
Life is a b
hand, we are struck by the
similarity of Eugenes face to Jeromes.
Jerome pulls Eugenes chair back from the desk with surprising
ease. A wheelchair - a modern, ergonomic design. Jerome wheels
Eugene to a bedroom and, with some difficulty, hauls the larger
man onto the bed. Through his alcoholic fog, Eugene feebly co-
operates - his paralyzed legs a particular dead weight.
After covering Eugene wit
rub?
Wrong tree. Barking. Think Im
rubbing your pimply back, you homo.
David? Come on, Green, help a guy,
allright? Have stuff to put away.
Come on, Gil, just like ten
minutes. You know Id give you one.
Youre on. No, I asked you first. Nope.
That hurts!
Prepare to die, dude.
Hey.
Hi!
You remember me, from across the way?
Yeah. Harmon!
I brought you guys a Welcome
to the complex sixer.
Uh, thanks,
Hand me that washcloth, please, Mr.-
Mr.-
McPherson.
McPherson. McPherson.
Mark McPherson- the siege of Babylon, Long Island.
The gangster with the machine gun. Killed three policemen.
I told the story over the air and wrote a column about it.
Are you the one with the leg full oflead...
- the man who walked right in and got him? - Yeah.
Well, well. Hand me my robe, please.
You have a pretty good
hand.
2 EXT. OLD HOUSE -- DAY 2
Somerset stands in front of the old home. He looks out at the
surrounding farms and forests. He ponders something. Birds
sing.
MAN (O.S.)
Is something wrong?
Somerset does not respond, just stares off. The MAN, 34, wears a
real-estate brokers jacket and stands beside a FOR SALE sign in
the muddy lawn.
MAN
Is there something the matter?
Somerset turns to face the ma
hands
Super
Cheer up Dad
You alright Yes he is
Hello babes
Hello darling
Why dont we let them take
Sammy down the park for a bit
What, let my mum stuff
him full of sweets
Well thats what Grandparents
are supposed to do, isnt it
Yeah one or two
but the rate the old girl stuffs them down his neck, Im
surprised shes got time to take them out the bleeding packet
Oh well it was just an idea
I thought
hand.
And the mouse...
[Fingers Scuffling]
scurried away.
"Its just a mouse.
Thats all," Tom said.
And he quickly fell asleep.
But Tim,
he stayed awake all night long.
And every time that thing
crawling between the walls
came crawling back,
hed hit the wall,
and hed listen to the monster...
scurry away,
dragging his thick, wet fur,
and no arms and no legs with it.
- And that...
- Is the end of th
Day After Tomorrow Script
You see how its done?
Yeah, I think I got the hang of it.
You better. The boss will chew my head off
if these cores get messed up.
Dont worry.
Were at 26 feet.
You let Jason operate the drill?
Yeah, he can handle it.
I didnt do anything.
Give me your hand!
Let go of the drill!
Forget it, Jack! Its too late!
Youre not gonna make it!
Jack!
Jack! Give me your hand!
Ive got
hand,
I will lift your sorrows.
Your cup will never empty,
for I will be your wine.
With this candle,
I will light your way in darkness.
With this ring, I ask you to be mine."
- Lets try it again.
- Yes. Yes, sir.
With this candle...
This candle...
This candle.
- Shall I get up there and do it for him?
- Dont get all aflutter, dear.
With this candle...
Continue!
Get the door, Emil.
Lets just pick
hand... and now we see
COLOR for the first time...
Blood red... as bleeding father touches bleeding son...
TILT UP TO the winged Pegasus flying by -- now in full
color and UP UP UP TO Matthews red balloon... floating
away.
HANDELS MESSIAH OVER a SERIES OF SHOTS:
FBI BRIEFING ROOM
Gazing out the window as dawn breaks over the city below
is Jon Archer... older... unshaven... fatigued... his
eyes re