footpath nearby.
After a few beats Harry slips out of his tanks and fins,
letting them sink, and climbs the frozen ladder onto the dock.
He moves like a ninja into the shadows of the boathouse.
Opening a WATERPROOF BAG, he pulls out a walky talky.
HARRY
Honey, Im home.
5 INT. / EXT. SURVEILLANCE VAN, MOUNTAIN ROAD - NIGHT
Meet Harrys partner, ALBERT "GIB" GIBSON, an overweight twenty-
year-man wi
foot sloop APPEARS -- shapes on deck -- we are about to SEE --
BLACK -- MORE TITLES -- then
SHARKS -- underwater -- rip something into a bloody cloud.
END MAIN TITLES.
FADE TO:
EXT. BLUE BAY SCHOOL - DAY
A place of money and privilege. White coral buildings surround
an open yard. Tile roofs rise among banyan trees and banana
palms, shimmering before a blue blaze of sky.
Beyond the yard is the sch
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Out Of Towners Script
- Gwen, come on!
- Im on my way, George! Dont holler!
Come on! Hurry up!
Oh, I forgot my purse.
- Where are you going?
- Come and say goodbye to Daddy.
- Bye.
- Bye, Mom.
I dont know why you rushed me,
George. We have an hour...
To give ourselves plenty of time.
What if we had a flat?
Were married years,
we
Me Without You Script
Take a step forward.
And another one.
And another.
Now lift your right leg up.
Higher.
Whats the matter, Holly?
Dont you trust me?
Now hop.
Hey, Nat.
Want to try it?
Oh, please? Come on.
Can I put my foot down now?
Marina, very funny.
Marina, fucking come back! Marina!
Stick your bum up more, Holly.
Quick!
What the bloody hells going on
in here?
Get that muck off your face!
flat.
- Lf I pick Papa up, Uncle...
- He is one of those underprivileged types.
...and squeezed him,
squeezed Papa out like that...
I often imagine Id get...
Two fat slaps.
Two bottles of pure vodka
and a kind of flap of skin.
Like a French letter.
What are you talking, madman?
I love my brother like I love you.
- I dont understand how you can love me.
- Because youre such a prick.
You cant be su
foot.
- The only player without lightning speed.
- Every team needs its thumper.
Fuck em, Johnny. Fuck em.
On pure skating ability,
the boys of Mystery, Alaska...
rival any team in
the National Hockey League!"
Thats us!
Thats us!
And isnt it exciting
for Charlie...
And isnt it exciting
for Charlie...
getting his article published
in Sports Illustrated?
I bet this is a big
accomplishment for him.
impact we cut to:
A PICK
splitting a rock.
As the chant continues, wider angles show the chain-gang at work. They are black men in bleached and faded stripes, chained together, working under a brutal midday sun.
It is flat delta countryside; the straight-ruled road stretches to infinity. Mounted guards with shotguns lazily patrol the line.
The chain-gang chant is regular and, it seems, timeless.
He is a bespectacled man in his thirties, hale but somewhat bookish. He stands, tuxedoed, in the wings of a theater, looking out at the stage, listening intently to end of a performance.
In the shadows behind him an old stagehand leans against a flat, expressionlessly smoking a cigarette, one hand on a thick rope that hangs from the ceiling.
The voices of the performing actors echo in from the of
flat.
Spike appears. An unusual looking fellow. He has unusual
hair, unusual facial hair and an unusual Welsh accent: very
white, as though his flesh has never seen the sun. He wears
only shorts.
SPIKE
Even he. Hey, you couldnt help me
with an incredibly important
decision, could you?
WILLIAM
This is important in comparison to,
lets say, whether they should
cancel third world debt?
SPIKE
Tha
flat on your face.
Give him a beer.
lll have a beer.
[FRANK SlNATRAS
ONE FOR MY BABY PLAYS]
[SlNGlNG]
You guys know each other?
Yeah, we, uh...
We got a-- Or...
We had an act together.
No kidding? Would l have seen it?
No. Weve only known
each other about five months.
Before that, we were just guys...
with, uh, jobs.
And we wanted to be songwriters.
[BELL RlNGlNG]
[LYLE SlNGlNG]
CHlLD : Hey, ice-