DR. BURTON, the Chief Psychiatrist moves down the old hallway, face tense. He steps through a doorway into...
INT. MAXIMUM SECURITY - NIGHT
Security cells. Criminal maniacs sealed behind protective casings.
A GUARD stands before a heavy door.
GUARD
Hell of a night, huh Doc?
BURTON
Hells in here.
Hydraulics HISS. The cell door unseals.
INT. SECURE ISOLATION CELL
wind. Alongside his beautiful and
elegant wife of French origin, Jacqueline
Bouvier, J.F.K. is the symbol of the new freedom
of the 1960s, signifying change and upheaval to
the American public, scaring many and hated
passionately by some. To win the election and
to appease their fears, Kennedy at first takes a
tough Cold War stance.
BAY OF PIGS IMAGERY
The beach, the bombardment, the round
looms in a LOW ANGLE, part of the clutter behind the gymnasium.
A CAT enters FRAME.
CAMERA DOLLIES FORWARD, prowling with him through the landscape of trash receptacles and shadows.
CLOSE ON CAT
Which freezes, alert, sensing something just beyond human perception.
A sourceless wind rises, and with it a keening WHINE.
Papers blow across the pavement.
The cat YOWLS and hides under the dumpster.
speed.
- Every team needs its thumper.
Fuck em, Johnny. Fuck em.
On pure skating ability,
the boys of Mystery, Alaska...
rival any team in
the National Hockey League!"
Thats us!
Thats us!
And isnt it exciting
for Charlie...
And isnt it exciting
for Charlie...
getting his article published
in Sports Illustrated?
I bet this is a big
accomplishment for him.
He kind of embellished
a little.
Hes alway
Wind blows through the desolation, keening with the sound of ten million dead souls. It scurries the ashes into drifts, stark white in the moonlight against the charred rubble.
A TITLE CARD FADES IN:
"LOS ANGELES, July 11, 2029"
ANGLE ON A HEAP OF FIRE-BLACKENED HUMAN BONES
Beyond the mound is a vast tundra of skulls and shattered concrete. The rush hour crowd burned down in their tracks.
DISSOLV
brute, his ugly face twists with violence. He does not speak but instead utters horrible animal-like growls and howls. Almost pure if, bent only on mindless destruction, he is a force of frightening evil. This is NON.
FADE IN
283 EXT. SPACE
A caped figure flies high over the United States, gaining speed as the atmosphere begins to blur into the dark. mysterious blue of space. This is SUPERAN.
maximum,
you know, the missions.
Hey, Morg.
Did you ever notice how...
how some nights you could see
more stars
than other nights?
Huh? You ever notice that?
Hmm?
The stars.
Oh, yeah.
Ive got an update.
Im cycling to
the coast-in point.
Youre getting
in a rut.
Youre getting in a rut.
I mean, did you ever
stop to think
youre taking your job just
a little bit too seriously?
Look at me--
I enjoy my
wind, are you?
(continues whimpering)
See, Bruiser?
What you gotta do is be a take-charge guy,
Thats what girls like,
Come on, boy,
Come on,
Wanna know my real problem?
I dont know what I want out of life
anymore,
As a young dog, you might find that
hard to understand, but,,,
(twig breaks)
Jeff?
Jeff?
(rustling)
(barks)
Get back, Jack! Ive got a gun!
(twig breaks)
(screams)
- Oh!
- Gotcha! Gotcha
wind and smoke. Big mouths.
Yeah, yeah ...
Cheeks together.
Balls in hand.
And the belief in our Fuhrer
in their eyes.
They will know in time.
Combat! Conquer! Order!
Come on, Phillip.
Give me a hand. Help me get him up.
I wanted to really ...
screw my brains out tonight, -
- but Im not
in any condition to fuck.
Thats Thomsens boat.
Find anything wrong with our boat?
- The propeller plate was ban
speed
of the life he lives.
Leave me a-fucking-lone!
- Moody.
- Moody.
- Pressure.
- I dont give a shit about those girls in Paris.
We need a section on your background.
I was born in Yemen.
So Ive got to say I was born in France?
The horror!
I want money, fame and integrity too.
All right, I was born in there.
Danger could be my middle name.
But its John.
(Cheering, whistling)
Hammersmith Apollo