SECTION DISINTEGRATES and the GERMAN
FALLS OUT ... This is in the days before parachutes ...
CLUNK!!! The GERMAN GUNNER LANDS ON JACKS WING!!! He desperately hangs
on, spread eagled, FINGERS GRIPPING the wing edges ... JACK stares at
him, amazed ...
This is one of those defining moments in life ... With a flick of his
CONTROL STICK, JACK could send this guy sailing into space. It is a
moment he w
TRACKING DOWN the line of empty, open capsules. Frozen twilight. The final four capsules are sealed, lids in place.
ANGLE - INSIDE CAPSULE
NEWT, then RIPLEY. HICKS next, his head and chest bandaged. Then BISHOP in his caul of plastic. But the lid of Bishops capsule is misted with hothouse condensation.
CLOSER
A tear of fluid streaks the condensation.
An alarm SOUNDS.
A monitor begins to scroll da
frozen solid.
Pushing in still closer, there is a tiny black dot inching its way up
the ice. A human figure. This is:
JAMES BOND, BRITISH SECRET SERVICE AGENT, 007.
Bond is sweating and straining, four hundred feet in the air. He has
an ice-pick tethered to each hand, ice-cleats on his boots. A black
backpack. As he climbs, spider-like, pulling himself up, he goes to
JAM A CLEAT into the ice, but
frozen, unhappy man
on earth. The wagon is lined with pillows and blankets.
Baskets of bread and dried fruit are stacked in one corner
and an oil lamp hangs from a pivoting cleat like the
swinging lamp in a ship.
2ND PRAETORIAN GUARD
Caesar, were nearly there.
EXT. WAGON
Commodus steps down and pulls his cape up against the
bitter cold. Galen follows, curiously overcoming his
natural hatred of di
section...and a dictionary next to Jim, open to the
"Vagina" listing, accompanied by a big vagina diagram.
PORNO-CHANNEL CHICK (V.O.)
Dont you love my sexy body?!
JIM
I do, baby, I do.
He frantically looks around...and grabs a tube sock off
the floor.
PORNO-CHANNEL CHICK (V.O.)
Youre so big!
JIM
Yeah, thats right.
PORNO-CHANNEL STUD (V.O.)
(deep macho voice)
Ohhh, tell me youre a nasty girl!
Jim
section.
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EXT. URBAN STREET - DUSK
SLOW MOTION ON a black sedan.
Creeping along store fronts. Past a Winchells.
PEOPLE splash steps down rain-washed sidewalks in DREAM
MOTION. The sedan turns past the FIRST VIRGINIA BANK and
into an alley.
??
INT. BLACK SEDAN
TWO MEN and ONE WOMAN in SUSPENDED TIME put on overcoats
and hats. Under their hats strips of Scotch tape stretch
taut from the base of t
RELIC
a screenplay by Amy Holden Jones
based on the book by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child
March 16, 1995
TITLE CARD... BELEM BRAZIL - JULY...
EXT. BELEM STREETS - NIGHT
A taxi careens down narrow roadways at breakneck speeds.
INT. TAXI - NIGHT
In the back seat is WHITTLESLEY. Early 40s, the wreck of a once
handsome man. Unshaven. Sweat stained. Rail thin. Scratches on his
arms, a fresh scar
section...and a dictionary next to Jim, open to the
"Vagina" listing, accompanied by a big vagina diagram.
PORNO-CHANNEL CHICK (V.O.)
Dont you love my sexy body?!
JIM
I do, baby, I do.
He frantically looks around...and grabs a tube sock off
the floor.
PORNO-CHANNEL CHICK (V.O.)
Youre so big!
JIM
Yeah, thats right.
PORNO-CHANNEL STUD (V.O.)
(deep macho voice)
Ohhh, tell me youre a nasty girl!
Jim
section just kind of bobs there like a cork for a couple of minutes, floods, then finally goes under about 2:20am, 2 hours and 40 minutes after the collision. The bow section planes away, ending about half a mile away, going 20 or 30 knots when it hits the ocean floor. Brrrroo! Brrooo! Pretty cool, huh? OLD ROSE: Thank you for that fine forensic analysis, Mr. Bodine. Of course, the experience of
Fresh wild greens. Frank, where did you ever...?
- Go ahead. Dig in. - A dandelion.
- I thought the frost wiped em all out. - All but one.
It makes me so... I wanna... Yuck.
This has definitely not been my day. You know what Im sayin, buddy?
What a mess. You rhinos have tiny brains. Did you know that?
Its just a fact. No offense. You probably didnt even know what Im talkin about.
Yummo.
A dandeli