stations in Miami."
All aboard!
Palm Beach, Savannah, Jacksonville...
...New York, Philadelphia.
Were wasting our time.
Imagine Ellie Andrews riding on a bus.
I told the old man it was bunk.
Ticket for New York, please.
- Heres your ticket.
- Thank you very much.
Thank you.
Whats going on here?
Id like to use that phone.
Go away. This is history in the making.
- What?
- Theres a man biting a dog
station attendants shirt on with a
name tag that reads: BILL (not Mike, his name).
The clouds are puffy against a deep blue sky. The road is red.
Purple mountains surround Mike on all sides far in the distance,
ten miles away. Mike looks in front of him at a long stretch of
road that disappears into the horizon.
Mike looks at his wristwatch on his arm. He times how long it
takes to walk ten
station into a global media empire...
...Preston Blake, dead at . More after this.
Youre watching
the Blake Broadcasting Network.
The stock of Blake Media,
the parent company of this network...
...plunged this morning
on the news of Blakes death...
...but bounced back after a statement by
Blakes long-time number Chuck Cedar.
All the kings horses
and all the kings men...
...couldnt save Preston Bl
--
SISTER GENEVIEVE, a Belgian Catholic Nurse, approaches
from the Refugee camp. 40s, haggard, suffering
dehydration. She pushes past the Police, unafraid.
SISTER GENEVIEVE
(in French)
Etes-vous Doctor Johnson?
(in English)
-- I am Sister Genevieve from the
Yambuku Mission --
Johnson offers a bottle of Perrier -- Sister chugs it.
SISTER GENEVIEVE
Bless you, Doctor --
JOHNSON
Save the blessi
nurse.
Id hurried home
from a medical convention.
At first glance,
everything looked the same.
It wasnt.
Something evil had taken
possession of the town.
These two.
Here you are.
Thank you, sir.
There you are.
Thank you.
Morning, Mr. Fisher.
Doc!
Hiya, Sally.
Hi. Welcome home.
Im glad youre back.
Hows Mickey and the baby?
Fine, but everybody else
in Santa Mira needs a doctor.
Youve got an office
Meet The Fockers Script
You must do something!
Baby is coming!
Yeah. I know baby is coming!
Miss, youve to stay calm
and take deep breaths, okay?
Myra, I need a doctor here
right now.
I am working on it.
Youre not a doctor?
No, I am a nurse.
You are man
and you are nurse?
What kind of man is nurse?
Look, folks,
Im a professional, okay?
I know exactly what Im doing,
so just trust me,
everythings g
H20
FADE IN:
EXT. STREET - NIGHT - SUBURBIA
Langley, Illinois. A quiet suburb located fifty miles
outside of Chicago.
SUPER the legend: "Langley, Illinois. October 28th 1998"
A HOUSE
nestled in the middle of a tree-lined street. A Honda Civic
pulls into a darkened driveway, the headlights are
extinguished...
PAMELA WHITTINGTON, a middle-aged woman in full registered
nurse attire, emerges from the
nursing home!
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Thats great copy, Vic.
li
Im a publicist, not a magician.
li
You want big news,
you have to have big fights.
li
A superhero needs a supervliIain,
and thanks to you weve got none Ieft.
- Then get the Death Man.
- Death Man is dead.
- Okay. Father Doom.
- Life without paroIe.
ApocaIyptos doing years.
Armagezmos in exlie.
- Baron Von Chaos got the chair.
- Realiy?
Casanova Frank
Station. The usual place.
Hell have a girl with him.
Shell let you in.
You got something for me?
From your son-in-law.
Ah... Christ!
I told my daughter dont marry
that punk. She dont listen.
They gave me six months.
Throw me another funeral
You want him done sooner
than that, you tell me.
- Who the hell are you?
- You dont remember.
Should I?
You know Walpole Island, Papa?
Its an Indian reserve.
station?
Yeah, thats him.
-Sodapop is cute.
-I should have known you were brothers.
How come we dont see your brother
at school anymore?
Has he been working full time
since your parents died?
-Hes a dropout.
-Thats too bad.
I thought this might cool you off.
Maybe that will cool you off
until you learn how to be decent.
Fiery, huh?
Just the way I like them!
Get off of me!
Leave her alone.
What di