silk robe and steps into a pair of
backless slippers.
INT. EUGENES CONDOMINIUM. EARLY MORNING.
JEROME emerges from the incinerator room into a large, luxurious
loft-style condo containing a bizarre assortment of equipment -
arranged somewhat like a production line.
Long, scrupulously clean metal work benches are arranged along
one entire wall. Laid out on the benches in neat rows are
dozens of pl
silk suits, heading toward the music in the main ballroom.
INT. THE BALLROOM
Short Round enters and stares across the smoky nightclub. On the stage, he sees a giant paper-mache dragon laying curled around the pagoda.
Now, the dragons eyes light up, its nostrils exhale smoke and its enormous jaws open. Out of the dragons mouth walks the star of the stage show:
WILLIE SCOTT, a dreamy beauty singin
Note: Hows this for a change from the finished product?!? ... and NO mention of the powerful Opening Vistas! This is how the script begins ...
[FADE IN]
The screen is a microcosm of leaf, crystal drops of precipitation, a stone, emerald green moss. Its a landscape in miniature. We HEAR the forest. Some distant birds. Their sound seems to reverberate as if in a cavern. A piece of sunlight refracts
Murder, My Sweet Script
I remember you as a noisy little
fellow, son. All of a sudden, you get quiet.
Is your book of answers lost,
or are you waiting for your lawyer?
Maybe you dont think
murder looks good on you.
- Maybe I didnt do it.
- Maybe he didnt do it.
Look, Marlowe, were arraigning you.
We dont like you, but it aint personal.
We just follow a routine after a killing.
Wheres Randall?
He
Riders on horseback cross the desert. From this distance they appear to be a company of Army Cavalry Soldiers.
CLOSER ANGLES ON THE RIDERS
Reveal only details of saddles, hooves and uniforms. The riders are silhouetted against the rising sun as they ride into an ancient CLIFF PUEBLO.
The OFFICER IN COMMAND raises his hand halting his troops.
OFFICER
Dis-mount!
RIDERS climb down from their mounts.
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
GLADIATOR
by
David Franzoni
FIRST DRAFT REVISED
April 4, 1998
FADE IN:
EXT. NEAR THE GERMAN FRONT - 180 A.D. - DAWN
The rising sun unveils steep hills and luxuriant mountains
untouched by man. Snow flurries dart in the frigid air
and on the horizon CROWS gather.
EXT. DIRT ROAD
A column of Praetorian Cavalry flank two enclosed wagons
as they rattle along a rock and log accordion road. On
all sides
Napoleon Dynamite Script
[Birds Chirping]
[Folk Pop]
[Continues]
[Continues]
[Continues]
[Continues]
[Stops]
[Birds Chirping]
[Sighs]
[Vehicle Approaching]
What are you gonna do
today, Napoleon?
Whatever I feel like
I want to do. Gosh!
[Bell Rings]
[Woman]
Your current event, Napoleon.
Last week, Japanese scientists "explaced"...
placed explosive detonators
at the bottom of Lake Loch Ness...
to b
Excalibur
Screenplay by
Rospo Pallenberg
and
John Boorman
Adapted from "Le Morte DArthur"
by
Rospo Pallenberg
FADE IN:
EXT. FOREST - NIGHT
Darkness. The sound of battle cries and the clang of metal upon metal. The forest lights up with huge sparks flying from sword and ax as armored knights hack and swing at each other. Mounted knights collide head-on at full gallop, their armor made incandescent