Amadeus
1 INT. STAIRCASE OUTSIDE OLD SALIERIS SALON - NIGHT - 1823 1
Total darkness. We hear an old mans voice, distinct and in distress. It is OLD
SALIERI. He uses a mixture of English and occasionally Italian.
OLD SALIERI
Mozart! Mozart! Mozart. Forgive me! Forgive your assassin!
Mozart!
A faint light illuminates the screen. Flickeringly, we see an eighteenth century
balustrade and a flight of
Monsieur Ibrahim Script
Roses?
-How much?
-Twenty-five francs.
All right.
Its hot. Wanna take a walk?
The heats a killer. Lets go.
Hello! Its a hot one!
How much?
How much for a quickie?
How much?
Thirty? Thirty-five?
Okay.
Moron!
Hello.
Its a hot one! Lets go.
Happy birthday, Moses.
Look.
You put the coin here...
...in the slot.
It cant come out.
Moneys made to be saved,
not spent.
And when its
JFK
FADE IN:
Credits run in counterpoint through a 7 to 10 minute sequence of
documentary images setting the tone of John F. Kennedys Presidency and
the atmosphere of those tense times, 1960 through 1963. An omniscient
narrators voice marches us through in old time Pathe newsreel fashion.
VOICE
January, 1961 - President Dwight D. Eisenhowers
Farewell Address to the Nation -
EISENHOWER ADDRES
-
Ishtar Script
[MUSIC]
MAN SlNGS:
Telling the truth can be bad news
MAN SlNGS:
Telling the truth can be bad news
Telling the truth--
Telling the truth can be good news
MAN SlNGS:
Telling the truth is a bad idea
MAN SlNGS: Telling the truth
is a difficult problem
MAN SlNGS: Telling the truth--
Telling the truth is a scary...
Telling the truth
is a scary predicament
MAN SlNGS:
Telling the truth is
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
The lonely sound of a buoy bell in the distance. Water slapping against a smooth, flat surface in rhythm. The creaking of wood.
Off in the very far distance, one can make out the sound of sirens.
SUDDENLY, a single match ignites and invades the darkness. It quivers for a moment. A dimly lit hand brings the rest of the pack to the match. A plume of yellow-white flame flares and illuminates the bat
THREE KINGS
a screenplay by
David O. Russell
Story by
John Ridley and David O. Russell
Draft Date: 6/22/98
FADE IN:
EXT. IRAQI DESERT - DAY
WIDE ANGLE POV of wide open desert, flat grey sky.
THE CAMERA is running forward, toward a big sand berm in the
distance. There are O.S. sounds: SOLDIERS EQUIPMENT
CLANKING, BOOTS RUNNING ON SAND. Hear a MANs BREATHING.
The back of his helmeted head and his u
Madness Of King George Script
Give it me!
Amelia.
Captain Greville, maam...
His Majestys new equerry.
Captain Fitzroy?
Uh...
Could you show me...
Oh, God. Come on, Pa.
Whats that one, Fred?
I discovered the other day
Im... Im bishop of Osnabruck.
Amazing what one is, really.
George!
Crown.
Your Majesty.
Ah, Lord Chancellor.
God, this place is as cold
as a greyhounds nostril.
Lord Chancellor.
Papa
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Madness Of King George Script
Give it me!
Amelia.
Captain Greville, maam...
His Majestys new equerry.
Captain Fitzroy?
Uh...
Could you show me...
Oh, God. Come on, Pa.
Whats that one, Fred?
I discovered the other day
Im... Im bishop of Osnabruck.
Amazing what one is, really.
George!
Crown.
Your Majesty.
Ah, Lord Chancellor.
God, this place is as cold
as a greyhounds nostril.
Lord Chancellor.
Papa