plastic
vizard.
PAMELA
gasps, stumbles backward.
THE FIGURE
flips up his mask to reveal
JIMMY HOWELL
a gangly teen, wearing a hockey jersey... skates slung over
his shoulder.
JIMMY
Hey, Mis Whittington, whats up?
PAMELA
My blood pleasure. You scared the
hell out of me.
JIMMY
Oh. Sorry. Im on my way to the
ring and --
PAMELA
(interrupting)
I think someone broke into my
house.
JIMMY
No shit?!
PAMEL
moments before the dune drops into
nothingness. She dismounts, affectionately scratches the
horses neck, and follows the LIGHT. When she looks over her
shoulder, the Arabian is now a childs WOODEN HOBBY HORSE.
Not surprised, Catherine smiles and walks down a dune, sand
sliding beneath her feet...
She finds herself in a valley of dead trees whose decayed
gnarled limbs appear to form hands. The li
plastics.
Im particularly fond of Tupperware.
- Tupperware?
- Look, Im just saying...
the bag couldve been sitting
up on the counter or something.
- Zack? He did it. Now hes gonna die.
And you know something?
Maybe thats exactly what he deserves.
But the murders way too fuckin clumsy.
This guy is a major intellectual.
Top of his Harvard class,
Rhodes scholar, tenured at
two books published.
Hes
moment Melvin lunges
and picks him up with a decisive heft -- so that dog
urine squirts the hall wall for a second or two. The DOG
sensing a kindred spirit starts to GROWL and BARK.
MELVIN
(a malevolent tone)
Youve pissed your last floor, you
dog-eared monkey.
The dog takes a snap at Melvin, but the man is much
meaner and quicker than the dog -- he holds his snout
shut with his hand and rea
plastic surgery questions.
- No plastic...
No personal questions.
She doesnt want to talk about her boobs
or her fathers comments about her boobs.
Great. Well talk about the Middle East
and maybe an idea of an exit strategy.
Maybe she has a good pitch.
Should I ask her about Korea?
Maybe have her point it out to us
on a globe?
I dont understand
the young talent in this town!
It doesnt make any se
plastic surgeon, peeps his head out the door of his
Rhinoplasty office.
TOM
Say, where are you boys going?
STAN
Were going to the movies!
To see the brighter side of life!
Where everyone is beautiful
And have their hair combed just
right!
KENNY
Mph rmph rm rmph rm!
Mph rm rmph rm!
Mprh rm rmph rm rm
Rmph rm rmph rm rmph!
TOM
Have fun you rascals!
EXT. KYLES HOUSE - DAY
Kenny and Stan knock at the
plastic alien
coming out of it, jaws open, blood everywhere. It says I Love
Blood.
WILLIAM
Yes -- might make it hard to strike a
really romantic note.
SPIKE
Point taken.
He heads back up the stairs... talks as he changes...
SPIKE
I suspect youll prefer the next one.
And he re-enters in a white t-shirt, with a large arrow,
pointing down to his flies, saying, Get It Here.
SPIKE
Cool, huh?
WILLIAM
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
A large and very comfortable office over-looking St. Patricks Cathedral. At the moment the office is filled to bursting with men and women, slumped in chairs, sitting on desks, all of them very tense. Among the crowd of people we note: MURRAY FISHER, a young and very ambitious junior executive and PHYLLIS BERNARD, an attractive woman in her early thirties. She is a lawyer with the agency.
At the
A SILHOUETTED MAN in front of mirror dons his Marine dress blues. Spit polish shoes laced. Medals clipped to jacket. All in CLOSEUP. We never see him fully.
The Man puts HIS HAT squarely on his head. EYES glint.
On the mans dresser: MARINE MEMORABILIA. Three Purple Hearts, photos of a WOMAN (his wife), PHOTOS OF MARINES in combat locales.
TIGHTER INTO THE PHOTOS
We HEAR PANICKED VOICES, EXPLOSION