FISH.
SHE JUST DOCKED. NUCLEAR-POWERED, OF COURSE.
YOU KNOW ABOUT HER ? YES, SIR. I READ THE REPORT.
SHES AT OUR DISPOSAL FOR A CRUISE:
RECONNAISSANCE OR WHATEVER YOU CARE TO CALL IT.
YOULL SAIL SOON, BUT JUST WHEN OR WHERE OR FOR HOW LONG I CANT TELL YOU,
NOT UNTIL THE GOVERNMENT AND A PACK OF THESE LONGHAIRED SCIENTISTS SORT THEMSELVES OUT.
SHES MOORED ACROSS THE DOCK FROM THE CARRIERMEL
TRACKING DOWN the line of empty, open capsules. Frozen twilight. The final four capsules are sealed, lids in place.
ANGLE - INSIDE CAPSULE
NEWT, then RIPLEY. HICKS next, his head and chest bandaged. Then BISHOP in his caul of plastic. But the lid of Bishops capsule is misted with hothouse condensation.
CLOSER
A tear of fluid streaks the condensation.
An alarm SOUNDS.
A monitor begins to scroll da
Tomorrow Never Dies
Screenplay
by
Bruce Feirstein
(for educational purposes only)
FADE IN ON:
EXT. DESOLATE MOUNTAIN RANGE - HIGH ANGLE - DAWN
Super: THE KHYBER PASS, AFGHANISTAN
Were looking down at what used to be called "The End of the Known
World." A landscape that is both beautiful, and forbidding.
In the center of this vista, there is a deep ravine.
Pushing in on the ravine, there appears t
Mighty Wind Script
In the news tonight...
...the music world mourns the death
of folk music icon Irving Steinbloom...
...an instrumental figure
in guiding folk music...
...from its humble beginnings in the 1950s
to its zenith in popularity in the 1960s.
Steinbloom managed the careers
of such million-selling folk groups as...
...The Main Street Singers,
The Folksmen...
...and the sweethearts
of th
Medea Script
Today youre 5
and l want to tell you the truth.
Youre not my son and l didnt find
you in the sea, it was all lies.
Youre not a liar, but l am.
l enjoy telling lies.
Are you sorry to find out
youre not my son,
that lm neither your father
or mother ?
lt all started
because of a rams hide.
There was a talking ram,
it was divine.
Hermes gave the ram to Nefele
so she could save her sons.
Silent and endless. The stars shine like the love of God... cold and remote. Against them drifts a tiny chip of technology.
CLOSER SHOT
It is the NARCISSUS, lifeboat of the ill-fated star-freighter Nostromo. Without interior or running lights it seems devoid of life. The PING of a RANGING RADAR grows louder, closer. A shadow engulfs the Narcissus. Searchlights flash on, playing over the tiny ship
Jaws
BEACH
Cassidy: Whats your name again?
Chrissie Watkins: Chrissie!
Cassidy: Where are we going?
Chrissie: Swimming!
Cassidy: Slow up, slow down! Im not drunk! Slow down! Wait Im coming! Im
coming! Im definitely
coming! Wait, slow up! I can swim -- just cant walk or dress myself.
Chrissie: Come on in the water!
Cassidy: Take it easy. Take it easy.
Chrissie: Oh! God help me! God! Argh! God hel
Monkey Business Script
[Fast-paced lively instrumental music]
[Fast-paced lively instrumental music continues]
- What is it? - Sorry to have to report...
there are four stowaways in the forward hatch.
Stowaways? How do you know there are four of them?
They were singing Sweet Adeline.
Get them out of there, you hear?
But we cant find them.
And besides, theyve been writing insulting notes.
So, Im a
Slow motion. Armed troops in black uniforms pour out of unmarked vans and swarm across a lawn in a middle class residential neighborhood. Yuppie neighbours look on in shock, confused. Two of the troops carry a battering ram to the front door of a white two-storey house. A leashed Rottweiler snarls and barks. In position, their comrades point M-16s into first-floor windows, ready to be ambushed. P
League Of Extraordinary Gentlemen Script
Moorgate Passage.
Moorgate Passage.
I see it over there!
Bleeding rat-wags!
Whats gotten into them?
What in Gods name is that?
Halt!
Halt!
- Blimey!
- Stop!
- Come on!
- Halt!
In the name of the law!
- Halt!
- How the hell do we stop this thing?
I said, halt!
Here.
Careful, mates. Careful.
Theres men inside!
Please.
Bring the scientist with us.
Kill any wh