Cable"?
Ooh, eh, look at them two lookin now.
Hey, this one doesnt speak neither, love.
You could go out, you two, for a silent night, holy night.
Or stop at home for a bleeding quiet night in. Be a real riot, that would.
What did I say? What did I say?
Eh, look at the red on him now. Lookie. Oh, dear.
Aye, you see, thats all you get when shes upset...
crappaty records full-bloody blast.
Hey, you
FIRES, and the other disappears when it is hit, to
reappear, spinning wildly, in the distance. We HEAR a sound
like a crack of lightning.
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7 REAL WORLD 7
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A video game in an arcade. On the screen is a typical version of
Tank Wars with computer generated representations of tanks in a 2-D
maze.
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8/9 OMITTED 8/9
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10 ELECTRONIC WORLD 10
Two other game warriors on the grid, this time throwing
cable TV station.
- Really?
- She can get a project done if she likes it.
- Who would have thought?
- Everybodys running to her with scripts.
My! Its great when
a good friend makes it.
I hear shes having an affair
with Beth Winningers husband.
Really?
- Nina?
- What?
Could you excuse us
for a couple of minutes?
- Sure.
- Just for a minute. Thank you.
- Nina, I have to talk to someone.
- About wha
them: An intense WOMAN. A RUSSIAN man with a scraggly beard. A surly BLOND MAN, who monitors a Geiger counter. All wear heavy parkas against the gray cold.
BLOND MAN
Can anyone make out the registry?
WHAT THEY ARE WATCHING: A distant SALVAGE SHIP, moored inside the harbor. Its hoist is swung out over the sea. Floodlights illumine salvage divers as they submerge with hoist cables.
RUSSIAN MAN
FIRE around the ships
skin, blowing away non-essentials that hinder aerodynamics --
including big deep-space drives. But this last separation puts
the ship into a dangerous roll.
INT. FLIGHT DECK - DAY
Out the windscreen, cloud strata roll vertiginously. Fry throws
actuators...
EXT. SHIP - PLANETS ATMOSPHERE - DAY
And airbrakes deploy. She manages to kill the roll. But the
ships still coming in n
fire, screams . . .
EXTERIOR. CITY. DAY.
And now we are over the city, coming in toward a particular street in the affluent suburbs of New Delhi . . . there are a few cars (it is 1948), and we are closing on a milling crowd near the entrance to one of the larger homes.
We see saris, Indian tunics, a sprinkling of "Gandhi" caps, several tongas (two-wheeled, horse-drawn taxis) . . . the shreds of s
cables?
No. No!
Hey, Nick, dont do this.
Shes got two kids
and a broken-down car.
Whats next? You gonna
ask her mama to move in with us?
Oh, Im so happy to see you.
Ive been standing out here forever.
You know what?
This might not be a good idea,
because we got rain, electricity.
Oh, but I sure do appreciate it.
Okay.
You know, you look so familiar.
Have we met before?
Well, Im Nick. I work right
to settle on what looks like a Cryogenic tube, not big enough for a human.
Still TRACKING around it, we glimpse inside some vague, fetal mass encased in a clear, aspic-like gel. Tubes and cables a attached to the mass, running out of the machine.
As we still CIRCLE, the shape begins to be more coherent, till we can see what might even be a face. Eyes, shut tight. Sleeping. Dreaming.
ANGLE: WHEAT
CREDITS: White lettering over a back background. The THUNDEROUS SOUNDS OF A MASSIVE NAVAL BARRAGE are heard. The power is astonishing. It roars through the body, blows back the hair and rattles the ears.
FADE IN:
ext. Omaha Beach - normandy - dawn
The ROAR OF NAVAL GUNS continues but now WE SEE THEM FIRING. Huge fifteen inch guns.
A SWARM OF LANDING CRAFT
Heads directly into a nightmare. MASSIVE
fired him.
My father and Zachs were best friends
until my dad started his own agency
and took his two biggest clients with him.
They still act buddy-buddy, but its all bull.
- Jo-Jo.
- Hey.
Wow... is all I can say. Wow.
Zachs stepmoms from Texas.
His dad met her at a wet T-shirt contest.
- I feel so much nachos.
- Nachas, Raylene. Nachas.
Isnt she adorable? You can take
the girl out of Dallas, wh