The Indian Runner Script
The Indian knew
that deer moved in circles...
that if the hunter calculated
his moves with skill...
he could run the swift deer
into submission.
Its hooves would bleed,
and the animal stumbled.
The Indian was to kneel
above his dying prey...
putting his mouth
to that of the deer...
stealing its last breath.
While he had earned
the swiftness of the beast...
in its death he
water, tossing away his ALARM BELL.
MAN
I need your help with this.
Constable Two crosses on the peir above. Constable One moves
forward, wary. The MAN grunts, lifting something.
CONSTABLE ONE
Constable Crane? Ichabod Crane...
is that you?
The MAN turns. Meet ICHABOD CRANE, handsome, eyes piercing.
ICHABOD
Yes, it is me. But, not only me...
(lifting, struggling)
I found someone here...
He drags a
waters color changes again, to a deep purple,
then blue again, then red, then indigo.
WOMAN (VO)
And that day, your father
got better. He named you Lhamo.
"The Protector."
BOY (VO)
I know.
Silence.
The noblemen and monks surround Reting as he steps out of
the palanquin.
One man stands out here, a monk, a high lama in fact, with a
kind face and fantastic, mesmerizing eyes. He is the LAMA
OF SERA.
water -- rip something into a bloody cloud.
END MAIN TITLES.
FADE TO:
EXT. BLUE BAY SCHOOL - DAY
A place of money and privilege. White coral buildings surround
an open yard. Tile roofs rise among banyan trees and banana
palms, shimmering before a blue blaze of sky.
Beyond the yard is the schools playing field and beyond that the
waters of Biscayne Bay, dappled in sunlight where the sloops of
the
water, please, Dot? - Yes, maam.
At the fair, theres gonna be expositions of the future.
Theres gonna be a graphophone. You can hear your own voice back on it.
- The Dickersons are going. - Brake cant spare you.
- Ma. - Not tomorrow with the cows calving.
- The Fosters too. - Got all the future you need right here.
Riding all day with this cramping and all.
Dont you ever act helpless and pitiable
water in my boat...
...and every time I make a set...
...therell be a floating
nursing home...
...with sons of bitches and
their cameras capturing the moment.
And what boat is this?
My boat.
You dont have a boat, honey.
Remember?
Oh, yes, I do.
Im getting it back today.
Would you like some hors doeuvres?
Would you like some hors doeuvres?
Thank you.
Would you like some hors doeuvres?
Nice uniform
Just Buried Script
You mightve taken
the wrong exit.
You really think
I look good?
I told you, you look fine.
I-- Its just we havent
seen him in a very long time,
I want to make
sure I look good.
Hes dead, Ollie.
Ive only ever
seen deer on TV.
Should pull it
off the road.
I gotta take a leak.
Me? I dont want to
pull it off the...
It might have diseases, Jackie!
Uh, Jackie?
Is he with you?
Um...
P
Knocked Up Script
Light your nuts on fire.
Fuck! Fuck! My hands!
Too hot for Jonah!
I got fucking water in my mouth!
Oh, my God!
I got to get off! I got to get off!
Got to get off! Got to get off!
Sadie, wake up!
Oh, my gosh!
Daddy, wake up!
Okay, Im up.
Is that my genius over here?
Is that my genius?
I need you to take the kids
to school this morning.
- I would, but Im supposed to work out.
- Wh
water the cows!!
From the back, we see the blond haired kid sit up from his
bed. He stretches, and then walks over to his closet.
We still only see the boy from the back as he reaches in his
closet and pulls out an orange coat.
The kid puts his coat on, then turns to camera and pulls the
hood shut, so that we never get a good look at his face.
MOTHER (O.S.)
KENNY! YOURE GONNA BE LATE FOR CHURCH!!
POINT BREAK
by James Cameron & Kathryn Bigelow
From the Screenplay by
W. Peter Iliff
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FADE IN:
We are in the belly of a wave.
Light refracts in a constant collision of water.
SLOW MOTION, the hallucinatory prisms, like liquid
diamonds taking flight, dreamlike...
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EXT. OCEAN - DUSK
Backlit against a flaming sun a solitary SURFER glides
across the green glassy peak. TIME IS STRETCHED until h