G.I. JANE
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by
David Twohy
FIRST DRAFT
August 6, 1995
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FADE IN:
INT. SENATE HEARING ROOM - CAPITOL BLDG. - DAY
Blinding in their white uniforms, naval flag officers sit
in the audience, showing their support for THEODORE HAYES,
a 50-year-old civilian. This is his confirmation hearing.
Reading from prepared material:
HAYES
... last few years have brought many
advances in the interests of women
On a second note, Id just like to add that the blocking written here is of my own observations, everything else is the work of MICHAEL CRICHTON and ANNE-MARIE MARTIN. There are also references to music from the soundtrack, i.e. (Music starts "Virtual Reality")So, without further ado, I give you TWISTER!!!!
"TWISTER"
{Screen fades in to an eerie fog, gray clouds swirling across. Haunting music. W
A top-secret, experimental, offensive/defensive military installation hidden away in the countryside outside Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
CLOSE on a beautiful, intricate, state of the art computer panel as it is lifted out of a large console. A huge, dimly lit display board, sporting a galaxy of small running lights, looms above.
The panels removal creates a large, vulnerable opening, inside of wh
Tiled roofs, the stark white stucco of a colonial town square. Black iron bars at a bank. A briefcase carried in a mans hand. A snipers rifle being assembled. Thick blocks of hundred dollar bills. Placed in the briefcase. A mans teeth as he smiles grimly at the sight.
Sounds over a SUBJECTIVE VIEW. The BRIEFCASE SNAPS SHUT. A VAULT DOOR SLAMS. RUBBER SOLES WALK a tiled floor. Ahead, brilliant, w
Knockaround Guys Script
Nervous, huh, kid?
Matty, when your father
went away...
I weIcomed him asking me
to look after you.
I considered it an honor.
And not because
he was Benny Chains...
or because your mother was
my sister, but because of you.
Ever since you were
a LlttIe kid, you been nalls--
tough as fucking nalls.
When you go down there,
be decisive...
because that is
the motherfucker...
wh
Just My Luck Script
- Morning, Oscar.
- Morning, Miss Albright.
Finding a cab may take a while
in this mess. No umbrella?
Really think I need one?
Guess not.
- [Horn Honks]
- Thanks. Have a good one.
Oh.
Nice. Bye.
First stop,
66th and Broadway.
I need to be there
in four minutes, please.
[Laughs] Oh, yeah.
Thats gonna happen.
Hi. Dana?
[Man On Phone] WNYH. Youre caller seven.
Can you name our my
THE LOST WORLD
JURASSIC PARK
screenplay by
David Koepp
EXT. TROPICAL LAGOON - DAY
A 135-foot-luxury yacht is anchored just offshore in a
tropical lagoon. The beach is a stunning crescent of white
sand at the jungle fringe, utterly deserted.
ISLA SORNA
87 miles southeast of Nublar
Two SHIP HANDS, dressed in white uniforms, have set up a
picnic table with three chairs on the sand and are carefully
SUPERMAN LIVES
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Written by
Kevin Smith
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EXT. SPACE
An Alien craft floats through the void, approaching a slow-moving
ASTEROID.
INT. ALIEN CRAFT
Two humanoid ALIENS dressed in uniforms pilot their craft nearer
to the asteroid.
ALIEN #1
Receiving a signal from an alien system,
but theres interference on the channels.
ALIEN #2
Once we get past this asteroid, it should
clear up.
Suddenly, THRO
PAN DOWN TO A ROW OF 몷TELLERS몶 CAGES몸 with long lines of PEOPLE waiting to collect their unemployment checks. A sign above the first window says 몷A - F몸, the second window is designated 몷G - L몸 and so on.
CLOSE ON THE SECOND WINDOW -- Waiting his turn at the head of the line is a BLACK MAN in his early 30몶s. He kills time by trying to make a beat-up old wooden yo-yo perform the ba
Arcade
by
David S. Goyer
Last revised November 6, 1990
INT. ARCADE WORLD -- ELECTRONIC DARKNESS
We dont know if its night or day. Its just black.
And maybe...maybe intermittent SPARKS racing by. So quick we barely
perceive them. Like the sparks you imagine when your eyes are closed.
BREATHING,
slow and hollow, filling up the entire world. Its eerie as hell. A
feeling of utter loneliness.
And now