Mondo Cane Script
MONDO CANE
...to neglect
your respectable engagements
and to be here with us,
remembering and celebrating
one of the many children
that this generous land
gave to the world
of culture and art.
Rodolfo Guglielmi,
a son of this land...
We are at Castellaneta,
in the province of Taranto,
where Mister Semeraro,
vice minister
of the cultural affairs,
is commemorating the honorable
c
Tiled roofs, the stark white stucco of a colonial town square. Black iron bars at a bank. A briefcase carried in a mans hand. A snipers rifle being assembled. Thick blocks of hundred dollar bills. Placed in the briefcase. A mans teeth as he smiles grimly at the sight.
Sounds over a SUBJECTIVE VIEW. The BRIEFCASE SNAPS SHUT. A VAULT DOOR SLAMS. RUBBER SOLES WALK a tiled floor. Ahead, brilliant, w
The Long Hot Summer Script
It was him! He did it.
Then his hog got in my corn again.
He had no fence that would hold it, so I put it in my pen.
I told him he could have his hog back when he paid me a dollar pound fee.
- What did he say to that? - "He didnt say nothin."
But yesterday I got his answer, all right.
My barn burned!
A barn burner is the meanest, lowest creature there is.
I cant find ag
Light Sleeper Script
Labor Day weekend.
Some time for a garbage strike.
Everybody crazy to stock up.
They want to score at the last minute
and they want it now. Never fails.
The faces look alike.
You gotta use memory tricks:
each has some peculiarity.
lt keeps you sharp.
A D. D. told me, when a drug dealer
starts writing a diary he should quit.
l started writing after that.
Not every night. Now a
The camera is moving toward an Indian city. We are high and far away, only the sound of the wind as we grow nearer and nearer, and through the passing clouds these words appear:
No mans life can be encompassed in one telling. There is no way to give each year its allotted weight, to include each event, each person who helped to shape a lifetime. What can be done is to be faithful in spirit to the
Wes Cravens
A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET
1A. INT. (MONTAGE). 1A.
NIGHTMARE MUSIC THEME begins as we FADE UP on a SERIES OF SHOTS,
all CLOSE and teasing.
-- A mans FEET, in shabby work shoes, stalking
through a junk bin in a dark, fire-lit, ash-
dusted place. A huge BOILER ROOM is what it
is, although we only glimpse it piecemeal.
Then we SEE a MANS HAND, dirty and nail-bitten,
reach INTO FRAME and p
Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence Script
- What does he want?
- Ill find out.
You dont have to take orders
from this man, you know.
Well, Im the liaison officer.
So Im liaising.
Youre sure you know what
youre doing, old man?
Yes, and what ever this is,
its important to him...
that I see it.
- Ill keep an eye on them sir.
- Very good.
MERRY CHRISTMAS
MR. LAWRENCE
A disgracefuI incident has occurred.
I
Jersey Girl Script - Dialogue Transcript
(woman) Everyone, please take
your seats. You heard the bell.
You know what it means.
Last week,
the assignment was
to write an essay about your family.
- Who they...
- (class) Are!
And what they...
(all) Mean to us!
Excellent droning. So l want
everyone to take out their essays.
Were going to read them aloud
to the class right up here.
My mom says that me
The Witching Hour
Screenplay by ANNE RICE
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FADE IN:
EXT. A SCOTTISH MOOR - NIGHT - 1670 A.D.
Far off, a massive stone castle looms. Trees silhouetted an
the horizon against the star-dotted, qreen-purple sky. The branches of one tree seem to reach
for the stars...
TRACKING IN - the tree is A HOODED FIGURE: SUZANNE - 20, golden hair spilling from her hood,
dazzling green eyes. Nestled in the f