TUNE UP #1"
MARK
December 24th, Nine PM
Eastern Standard Time
From here on in
I shoot without a script
See if anything comes of it
Instead of my old shit
First shot -- Roger
Tuning the Fender guitar
He hasnt played in a year
ROGER
This wont tune
MARK
So we hear
Hes just coming back
From half a year of withdrawal
ROGER
Are you talking to me?
MARK
Not at all
Are you ready? Hold that focus -- steady
X-Men
By
Ed Solomon
Revisions:
Chris McQuarrie
Tom DeSanto
Bryan Singer
February 24, 1999
BLACK
Sounds of a train rolling to a halt, a shrill whistle.
EXT. CAMP - DAY
UP ON the door of a weathered cattle car as a German
soldier steps into frame wearing that familiar gray of
the all-too familiar era.
He throws the door to reveal a mass of huddled and
frightened people inside.
The words are not nec
mass of its flooded bow section,
its flanks rushing past us like a freight train headed for Hell.
INT. MONTANA CONTROL ROOM 11
The command crew fights futility for control, everyone shouting and terrified.
EXEC
Main forward tanks ruptured!
HELMSMAN
Passing thirteen hundred feet...
EXEC
Too deep to pump auxiliaries!
CAPTAIN
All back full! All back full!
HELMSMAN
Answering all back full. Passing th
tune together.
Hey, Lonesome,
sing "Rye whisky".
Lonesome.
"Hallelujah, Im a bum."
She can see that plain enough.
Whenever a bunch of fellas
like us...
outcasts, hobos, nobodies,
gentlemen loafers...
one time or all time losers,
call us what you want to...
Whenever we get together,
we tell funny stories...
me and Beanie
and the rest of these...
hand-to-mouth tumbleweed boys
like you see in here.
masses...
and in inverse proportion to the square
of the distance between them.
An example would be-- Let`s make, uh,
naked man, "M- ." Naked lady, "M- ."
Now, according to this formula,
their attractive forces...
would want to close
the distance to zero.
Why don`t they? Hmm?
The Earth! Ah.
So, in essence that is
gravity and this...
is "Dr Richards Life Drawing."
It`s not my class, is it?
Phillip
tune?!
Mr. Kelman feigns seriousness.
MR. KELMAN
Somebody wanna keep chose bowlers
in line.
A hip thirteen year old, FRED KELMAN, yells out as he points
to the sky.
FRED
Hey dad, get with the program!
MR. KELMAN
Ladies and gentlemen, its Angel
Grove High
ANGEL ON TARGET - AS AISHA touches down flawlessly.
모
MR. KELMAN
And thats one! A perfect
landing!
Aisha clears, then Billy and Adam land toqe
us, Grandpa.
I mean Tennessee.
Aint been back there for years.
Was born there,
and thats where I wanna die.
I can give you maybe $ .
Can you drive a car?
Never learned how...
and Im too old to start now.
Was always good with mules, though.
Rode one from Tennessee,
in fact, back in .
- That was...
- How about some more coffee?
Pa?
No, thanks.
Id better go to bed.
God damn it, either tune that
Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas Script
[ Woman ]~ Raindrops on roses ~
~ And whiskers on kittens ~
~ Bright copper kettles ~
~ And warm woolen mittens ~
~ Brown paper packages ~
~ Tied up with string ~
~ These are a few ~
~ Of my favorite things ~
[ Duke Narrating ]We were somewhere aroundBarstow, on the edge of the desert...
when the drugsbegan to take hold.
[ Duke ]I remember saying something li
mass on Sunday.
Thats very kind of you, but actually we dont attend.
Were glad to be so near the church, though.
Well enjoy singing with the bells.
The bells are not intended as an entertainment, Madame.
They are a solemn call to worship for...
Mademoiselle.
I beg your pardon?
Mademoiselle. Ive never been married...
but feel free to call me Vianne.
I hope youll stop by when I open for business ne
massive FILM CANISTERS unlock and drop from the
belly of the U-2. TECHNICIANS secure them in orange carrying
cases, lock them under key, fast and proficient. They whisk
them out from under the spy plane.
The Technicians run for an idling Jeep. They sling the cases
into the rear of the vehicle which in turn accelerates away
hard, curving across the runway for another waiting plane.
SMASH CUT TO:
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