focused and determined.
CLOSE ON THE CLOCK: It ticks methodically, and is the only
sound we hear.
4
THE AUDIENCE: watches with anticipation, their eyes locked on
the viewing board.
PETER SANDERSON sits on one side of the board. He is a
handsome man, in his early thirties. Well-dressed in an
expensive suit, there is an air of confidence about him. Peter
makes a move, then hits the timer. Peters
Con Air Script
Army Rangers have
a proud history.
Since the 1700s, Rangers have led the
way in every major confrontation...
in which the United States
has been involved.
You men are a credit to that fine
heritage, and Im sorry to see you go.
But youve served your country well,
and youve displayed the ability
to fight on...
to the Ranger objective
and complete its mission:
never leaving behind a f
air... Jeanne swirls between the high elms, happy and
carefree -- its all a little surreal -- are those church
bells in the distance? Or cow bells? Or merely the SOUND
of insects?
Jeanne swings round faster and faster, then tumbles over,
laughing, and lies on her back. Shes dizzy and out of
breath. Above her, the clouds seeming to swirl as though
she were still spinning round...
The SOUND of the
rage and hate,
I bow before you.
A mound will be raised and funeral rites
performed on this ground where you have fallen.
Pass on in peace
and bear us no hatred.
Disgusting little creatures,
soon all of you
will feel my hate...
and suffer
as I have suffered.
Im afraid this is very bad.
The stones tell me the boar god
came from far to the west.
He had some kind of poison inside him,
driving him ma
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 -
CRACK! A 50 foot stiletto of ice breaks off, CRASHING onto the rocks
below. Regaining his foothold, Bond looks down: Certain death. He
looks up: So very, very, far to go. Bond shakes his head:
BOND
There has to be an ea
air. He takes ten steps back to his
duffle bag and checks watch again.
The sun is now setting.
MIKE
(to himself)
You can always tell where you are by
the way the road looks. Like I Just
know that I been to this place
before. I Just know that I been
stuck here like this one fuckin
time before, you know that?
ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD A JACKRABBIT IS LISTENING TO HIM.
MIKE
There aint no other r
air. The Father stops *
and gapes the cigarette holder out of his mouth to see a
dazed NURSE shuffle out of the birth room and disappear *
down the hallway.
A TRAUMATIZED DOCTOR next wanders out. The Father runs *
past him into the room. The viewer remains outside and
hears the Fathers subsequent screams.
2 INT. MANSION LIVING ROOM--CHRISTMAS EVE PAST 2
A bizarrely corrugated Cage sits amid the p
own stall. KNOCKING (o.s.)
COP (o.s.)
Doctor Hudson? Are you okay in
there?
The MAN lets slip a little slack.
HELENS fingers, thrusting between the rope and her neck,
get just enough air for HELEN to let out a strangled little
scream.
CORRIDOR: COP, not certain what to do about the ambiguous
sounds from inside. Women stands nearby, inhibiting him for
a split second from going in the Ladies Room
in half. He tosses it to the ground and looks with a
self-congratulatory air at Ursa and Non.
EFECTS: The luminous Spinning Rings (c.f. Part I) descend and encircle the villainous trio,
imprisoning them like a magical lasso in perpetual motion.
Zod and Ursa are instantly subdued, if sullen; Non stares out at his captors making subhuman noises of rags and frustrations - literally a caged beast.
Of glowing honey-colored stones. Their shapes ABSTRACT as THE CAMERA EXAMINES air bubbles and crystalline patterns.
MOVING UP AND OVER this amber abstraction, the CAMERA FINDS unusual shapes and imperfections caught in the glassy stone: flecks of dirt, hairs, cracks. STILL MOVING. STARBURSTS OF LIGHT ricochet off the different surfaces of the stones.
CAMERA TURNS along a creamy stretch of amber.