into his face... lower... over his chest... his navel. The SONG plays.
He is inside her... his head arches back... his throat white.
She arches her back... her hips grind... her breasts are high...
Her back arches back... back... her head tilts back... she extends her arms... the right arm comes down suddenly... the steel flashes... his throat is white...
He bucks, writhes, bucks, convulses...
steel, glinting in the boney light and giving
the hulk the look of an otherworldly predator.
TINA dodges away, her legs suddenly elephantine and slow. The
MAN seizes the trailing hem of her nightgown and hauls her back.
The MUSIC shrieks as TINA manages to tear free -- the MAN lurches
after her with a hoarse SHOUT as we --
SMASH CUT TO:
4. INT. TINAS BEDROOM. NIGHT. 4.
TINA convulses in bed with
steel grating across the opening. The
bars disappear down into the thin ice of early winter.
With the house visible BG, we CRANE DOWN below the parapet wall
along which a guard is a white exposure-suit is walking... down
along the dark wall to the grating... TILTING DOWN to see a
glow pulsing under the ice.
3 EXT. BENEATH THE ICE, UNDERWATER - NIGHT
Camera moving toward: A FIGURE in diving gear
hair combed straight back above steel-rimmed glasses.
GLORIA PEREZ walks at his side. Shes a good six inches shorter
than Ray, with a sweet face. Attractive but no stunner.
About five kids applaud. Ray takes the podium.
RAY
Thank you for having us. Well each
talk for ten or fifteen minutes, then
open it up to your questions...
IN THE AUDIENCE
Suzie Toller suddenly gets to her feet. As she pas
Steel was hiring women?
- Wanna lean back there?
- Okay.
Oh, my... Glory?
Yeah?
No way. Josey? No way!
Look at you, all grown up.
Yeah, all grown up, washing hair.
And married? Whos the lucky?
Oh, jeez.
Okay. Whos the unlucky?
Me, I suppose.
Youre a crap storyteller.
You left out the part where you tell
all his friends he likes to wear your panties.
How about I tell them the truth?
Beats his wife
steel.
Gone now swept away.
For reasons long forgotten, two mighty warrior tribes went to war
and touched off a blaze which engulfed them all.
Without fuel they were nothing. Theyd built a house of straw.
The thundering machines sputtered and stopped.
Their leaders talked and talked and talked
but nothing could stem the avalanche.
Their world crumbled the cities exploded.
A whirlwind of looting
Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House Script
Manhattan.
New York.
U.S.A.
In any discussion of
contemporary America...
... and how its people live, we must
inevitably start with Manhattan.
New York City, U.S.A.
Manhattan, glistening modern giant
of concrete and steel...
... reaching to the heavens
and cradling in its arms millions.
Seven millions.
Happy beneficiaries of the advantages and
comforts
steel windows, not wood.
Eliminate the Oriental rug.
Lets try an Aubusson carpet.
- More pinkthan red.
- Good idea.
Union Square Inn. This is better.
More Arts and Crafts. A Dirk Van Erp lamp,
a Stickley chair. Dont be seduced by chintz.
Excuse me. Miranda,
can I speakto you for a minute?
- Yes. Excuse me.
- Certainly.
Just be one minute.
I just got off the phone
with a Stuart Dunmeyer.
- Stuart
powder on her gums. As she does, we see from her eyes that she is thoroughly, completely whacked out of her mind...
She stands, stumbles across the room, pausing to glance at a photograph on the wall:
Two men. Soldiers. Young, rough-hewn, arms around each other.
The Girl throws open the glass doors... steps out onto a balcony, and there, beneath her, lies all of nighttime L.A. Panoramic splendor
Gallipoli Script
Deeper.
Come on, deeper, deeper.
Come on, deeper. Come on, deeper, deeper.
From here, boy, here!
Thats it.
Now, loosen up.
Come on, loosen up.
Come on, boy, loosen em up.
Thats it. Now, on the spot. One, two! One, two! One, two!
- What are your legs? - Springs. Steel springs.
- What are they going to do? - Hurl me down the track.
- How fast can you run? - As fast as a leopard.
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