tick on a dog.
Get that slate off the loader!
Its the radio signal transmitted by the Soviet Sputnik.
Listen for the sound which forevermore separates the old from the new.
Thats it? Thats the Sputnik?
- Thats Sputnik. - Well, big deal.
Big deal? What you fail to grasp...
is that the sound youre hearin is bein transmitted by an object...
that is travelin at miles per hour...
miles high, and orbit
ticking.
And when you say "offering job,"
theres usually money involved.
Yeah, there might be
a thousand bucks in it for me.
For five months of work?
Oh, well, you cant say no to that.
And the team, its so bad.
Those boys,
theyre so angry and undisciplined.
And besides, you know,
you dont have the time.
Youre trying to open up
a second store.
Exactly, I dont have the...
Hell, I dont have any time
Ticking ]
[ Huffs ]
OOH !
[ Chuckles ]
WHAT COULD WE DO
WITH A PIG, EH, DUCHESS ?
JUST THINK.
TWO NICE HAMS.
TWO SIDES OF BACON.
OH, AND PORK CHOPS,
KIDNEY, LIVER, CHITLINS,
PICKLE HIS FEET.
[ Phone Rings ]
SAVE HIS BLOOD FOR BLACK
PUDDIN. THERES THE TELEPHONE.
HOGGETT !
[ Man ]
GOOD NEWS, ARTHUR.
YOUVE WON THE PIG.
OH.
[ Mouse ]
PIGS ARE DEFINITELY STUPID.
[ Giggling ]
OH, OH, OH, OH.
[ Puppy ]
DARK CITY
by
Alex Proyas
& Lem Dobbs
Revised draft May 9, 1994
INT. OPENING MONTAGE
OVER BLACK a low rumble increases in volume.
FADE UP:
A GLOVED HAND wraps around a bulky scissor-switch, thrusts
DOWN.
SNAP! - Electricity arcs through darkness.
OS SOUND of MACHINERY turning on.
TITLES OVER
MONTAGE OF CLOCKS - VARIOUS. The clocks are frozen, then second
hands turn - TICKING gets louder...
EXT. CI
Little Monsters
Screenplay by Ted Elliot
Terry Rossio
Produced by John Davis
Andrew Licht
Jeffrey A. Mueller
Directed by Richard Alan Greenberg
Cast List:
Fred Savage Brian
Howie Mandel Maurice
Daniel Stern Glen Stevenson
Margaret Whitton Holly Stevenson
Rick Ducommun Snik
Frank Whaley Boy
Ben Savage Eric
William Murray Weiss Todd
FADE IN:
ON AN OLD ALARM CLOCK
TICKING, the bells gone, the littl
ticking but their watches.
White female, early s.
Talk about a hard-on.
You have a filthy mind, Jimmy.
You ought to transfer to vice.
Okay, move it back.
Theres a concrete post!
Well have to go low.
Horse trailer must have
gone down first.
Thats how the animals walking.
Then this baby comes along. Splat!
First on the scene was that guy
over there with the dogs,
but he didnt call it in.
Who did?
W
ticking down the seconds.
DOOLITTLE
I need a diameter approximation.
TALBY
(over)
Okay, Doolittle, Ill have it in a
minute.
CAMERA BEGINS TO PULL BACK along the length of the control
room, revealing three men: BOILER, DOOLITTLE, and PINBACK.
They are seated close together in cramped little chairs,
surrounded by a maze of instrumentation, pressing buttons,
making adjustments and corrections. There
tick, see?
I think I got somethin for that. Hold on.
Aint what you want, baby Girl, wake your ass up.
But what you need, baby Damn right you aint sleep.
Not what you want, baby
Its what you need, baby "Crabs." "Bad Breath."
- Come back with me, baby Satisfaction guaranteed - "Limp Dick." Ha!
Got that dough? Mm-hmm.
Will this make my drill sergeant stand at attention?
No, but itll make you forget
tick with the jukebox.
My birds frying her ass
out there, Theodore.
County Healths gonna fry my ass
if I put her inside.
- I serve food here.
- So to speak.
And a -year-old bought
some cigarettes out of your machine,
and his parents are threatening to sue.
- Want me to take it out?
- No, its just what Im up against.
Your mangy chickens
the least of my problems.
There was a stink
over the rubbers.
Ticking]
[Laughing]
#[Ends]
[Bell Ringing]
- [Sighs]
- [Boy] Hey, Jenny.
- Do you have the fever?
- No.
Why? Do you?
I dont know. Maybe.
How about you?
I just gotta fuck somethin.
I said everybody say "ho"!
Ho!
You know what I say?
I say this prom is gonna be off the hook.!
Do you feel me?
Yeah!
Securitys gonna be tight.
Get wasted before you show up. Yeah!
Thats enough.
Thats enough.
I can wait.