opening CREDITS REVEAL its dazzling idio-
syncrasies.
TWO COUGHING APPRENTICES haplessly try to disperse smoke
from the still billowing, mysteriously spectacular
Machine. Mirrors attached to parts of it reflect beams
of light which cut through the smoke like a Renaissance
laser show.
DA VINCI
(silencing authority)
Basta vapore.
The apprentice throws a lever. A shunt near the furnace
turns. Steam
open and dull, lips a
purplish blue, bloodless skin crystallizing as it ices over.
The wind HOWLS around him. The snow sticks to his eyelashes
and hair without melting.
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END DREAM
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2 INT. DARK BEDROOM - NIGHT
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Eric bolts up in bed. Next to him, ANNE MARIE GAUVIN sits
up and hugs him. All that can be seen of her in the dark is
a lovely silhouette and a cascade of dark hair. After a
mom
Open up.
Maam.
Oh, my God.
Thats you.
Yeah.
Frank Horrigan?
Yeah.
TheSecretServiceagent?
Yeah, what did I win?
MyGod, its reallyyou?
Who the hell is this?
That wasyou in myapartmentlastnight.
McCrawley?
Whynotcallme Booth?
Why not Oswald?
Because Boothhadflair, panache--
theleap to thestage afterheshotLincoln.
- Where areyou? - Closerthanyoumightimagine.
Its very exciting to talk toyou. Ifeellike
openly.
JACK (V.O.)
Bob had bitch tits.
PULL BACK to wide on...
INT. CHURCH MEETING ROOM - NIGHT
Men are paired off, hugging, talking in emotional tones.
Near the door, a SIGN on a stand: "REMAINING MEN TOGETHER."
JACK (V.O.)
This was a support group for men with
testicular cancer. The big moosie
slobbering all over me was Bob.
BOB
Were still men.
JACK
Yes. Were men. Men is what we are.
JACK (V.O
We are moving through a small airfield full of parked light planes. There are no people around. We move through the cluster of planes towards a hangar on the edge of the field.
INT. HANGAR - DAY
We are still moving through light planes, but now we are inside the hangar. Some of the planes have their engine covers open, parts strewn around. Others are partially covered with tarps or have sections
BLACK RAIN
by Craig Bolotin & Warren Lewis
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A BLACK SCREEN:
Various voices: "Big six"... "Thats six the hard way"...
"Seven or eleven"... "Play two"...
FADE IN:
EXT. UPPER EAST SIDE - NEW YORK CITY - NIGHT
One of the pristine blocks of brownstones where even the
garbage seems gift wrapped. The VOICES continue over as
we move in on a particular building where a DOORMAN is
holding open the door f
open wide.
I started worrying
my voice would never come back.
Say "Aah," Mr. Pekar.
Its torture, Im telling you.
What? Is it bad, Doc?
Its not good.
Its cancer.
First I got marital problems, and now
youre telling me I got throat cancer.
- For Christs sake, man.
- Harvey, calm down, its not cancer.
You have a nodule on your vocal cords,
probably from screaming and yelling.
If you dont give it a re
sandals of a Vietnamese soldier, MOVING FASTER AND FASTER, only to be stopped by still another of the savage-looking AMERICANS with primitive ornamentation, wearing only a loin-cloth and green beret. He opens his flame-thrower directly ON US and the NVA soldier and we are incinerated in flame, bright psychedelic orange-red flame. Outrageous, loud, electric ROCK MUSIC OVERWHELMS the SOUNDTRACK :
open sun
deck -- tables, gaily colored parasols, sun bathers.
One of the latter is REGINA LAMPERT, a lovely young girl.
She is, besides taking in the sun, involved in her favorite
activity -- eating.
Then -- a dark, ominous shape intrudes in the f.g. FOCUS
CHANGES to bring into sharp relief a revolver -- shining,
black and ugly in the sunlight.
REGGIE, unaware of her danger, continues to eat.
The
open, his
dull eyes looking out in a fixed stare. The last instant of
his life is etched upon a face frozen in pain.
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EXT. RESIDENTIAL STREET - NIGHT
LIGHTNING fills the night sky. THUNDER BOOMS overhead. The
wind whips the RAIN furiously against anything in its path.
The CAMERA moves slowly along rows of beautiful HOMES. At the
end is a cul-de-sac. Several POLICE CARS are in the driveway,
thei