jumps into a
pool of water.
Leonardo next stops at an easel displaying a finished-
except-for-the-mouth portrait of Mona Lisa, who happens
to be seated in a stool before the easel. She broadly
smiles, revealing the worst dental work of her epoch.
Da Vinci shakes his head and moves out onto a
EXT. CASTLE TERRACE
A FLYING APPRENTICE sails past Leonardo in a bat winged
glider, enthusiastically shout
jumps back, cut
slightly, surprised.
She opens the car door and quickly escapes.
EXT. ROAD
She runs away from the car, down the road, very upset.
INT. CAR
Rod catches himself. He looks at his bloodied face in the rear view mirror
and realizes what hes done.
He starts up the car.
EXT. ROAD
Stacy runs down the road alone, still very upset.
INT. CAR
Rod pulls up next to her and rolls down his window
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.)
Six months ago, Bobs testicles were
removed. Then hormone therapy. He
developed bitch tits because his
testosterone was too high and his
body upped the estrogen. That was
where my head fit -- into his huge,
sweating tits that hung enormous, t
be here with us.
Just show him the ropes.
Let him know
how we do things here.
Show him your arm.
This is bad-ass.
That shit is nasty.
Thats fucking sweet.
- You like it?
- Its fucking gross, yo.
OK, OK. Tracey...
you want to talk to us today?
- Im Tracey.
- No shit, genius.
Shut the fuck up.
What is wrong with you, OK?
OK, who wants to level drop?
Go ahead, Tracey.
Im working on my self-esteem.
jump? Or are you just
having a last look?
CHUCK
I was just thinking that I never had
a new pair of shoes till I was
twelve.
WILL
Its no my fault I was born first.
Besides, nobody ever sent me on an
eight month vacation, so ease up on
the sad sack stuff.
CHUCK
Its not a vacation, its private
school.
WILL
I thought this was your dream come
true.
CHUCK
Thats not why hes sending me.
WILL
Why then.
CH
H A N N I B A L
Screenplay
by
Steven Zaillian
Based on the Novel
by
Thomas Harris
Revision
February 9, 2000
INT. PANEL VAN - DAY
Clarice Starling is dead, laid out in fatigues across a bench
in the back of a ratty, rattling undercover van. Three other
agents sit perched on the opposite bench, staring at her
lifeless body.
BURKE
How can she sleep at a time like this?
BRIGHAM
Shes on a jump-out squ
ropes.
Multicolored pennants stick put of the snow marking
pathways and directions to outdoor experiments.
A tractor and two helicopters sit idle, covered with
mounds of continuously mounting snow.
TWO MEN, NORRIS AND BENNINGS
standing some thirty yards from the main building are in
the process of letting up a large red balloon. Childs, a
hefty black man, is twenty yards away tinkering with a
sno
roper approach to the
carrier.
DEHAVEN
That aside for the moment, Im
struck by the tenor, the ill-spirit
of your report... the degrading
remarks by other aviators...
innuendo about her performance in
unrelated situations... even a
reference to her sexual activity the
weekend prior.
(closing report)
In my seven years on this committee,
Ive never seen a downed aviator
treated like this. Never. Im
d
The dense, lush rain forests of the eastern slopes of the Andes, the place known as "The Eyebrow of the Jungle". Ragged, jutting canyon walls are half-hidden by the thick mists.
The MAIN TITLE is followed by this:
"PERU"
A narrow trail across the green face of the canyon. A group of men make their way along it. At the head of the party is an American, INDIANA JONES. He wears a short leather jacke
jumps up
guiltily.
DAD
(Getting up from table)
Who on earth...?
MOM opens door to two police detectives in plain
clothes. DETECTIVE MOORE is younger and more rugged
than the older more world-weary DETECTIVE BRADFORD.
DET. MOORE
Mrs. Sutphin?
MOM
(Nervously)
Yes?
DET. MOORE
(Shows badge)
Im Detective Moore and this
is Detective Bradford.
Subtitle appears "7:26am" and then fades out.
DAD
(Taking ov