pressure.
Pressure, applied to the Church?
The Church has its church property.
Pressure.
No, Your Grace, Im not going to help you.
Then goodnight, Master More.
Let the dynasty die with Henry Vlll
and well have dynastic wars again.
Blood-witted barons ramping the country
from end to end.
Is that what you want? Very well.
England needs an heir.
Certain measures, perhaps regrettable...
...perhaps no
NOTE: Aerial dialogue in caps is UHF radio; plane to plane, plane to carrier. Aerial dialogue in small case is ICS; an inter-cockpit system; a live mike, heard by pilot and RIO only.
EXT. NIGHT
THE PACIFIC IS ANYTHING BUT WINDS HOWL. Rain drives horizontal. The sea surges up, nearly to the flight deck of the Aircraft Carrier USS Kitty Hawk. The carrier plunges, driving its bow into a wall of gre
REINDEER GAMES
by Ehren Kruger
FADE IN:
A FIGURE IN A SANTA CLAUS SUIT
lies face-down in a nighttime expanse of snow. One of the bodys
red-sleeved arms is twisted at a sickening angle. The white snow
beneath the figure is spreading with red.
REVEAL EXT. SNOWY ROAD - NIGHT
The figure in the suit lies motionless. Snowflakes drift.
INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT
Dark, rustic wood, an office with broken window
wind.
Lay me alongside at pistol-shot.
Sharpshooters to the tops, Mr Howard.
Sergeant! Take your section
into the main top.
We stand tall on the quarterdeck, son.
All of us.
- Mr Boyle, run up the colours.
- Aye, sir.
Note for the log, Mr Watt.
"Engaged enemy frigate at six bells."
- Straight at em, Mr Mowett.
- Straight at em, sir.
Bill!
Leave the swords!
Get the captains silver below.
Shes not
wind, a blast of Arabic music
that disappears behind him... Hes LOWELL BERGMAN. On the
other side of the man in the tired suit is a lanky Man with a
voltmeter around his neck, NORMAN.
EXT. THE BEQAA VALLEY, BAALBEK, LEBANON - DAY
The Jeep races up narrow winding streets of a Lebanese
village. Its shadowed by a Jeep in front, and in back, each
carrying personnel armed with AKs and a few RPGs... An
pressure, so what happens? Schkee-she splits right down to the keel and the stern section just kind of bobs there like a cork for a couple of minutes, floods, then finally goes under about 2:20am, 2 hours and 40 minutes after the collision. The bow section planes away, ending about half a mile away, going 20 or 30 knots when it hits the ocean floor. Brrrroo! Brrooo! Pretty cool, huh? OLD ROSE: Th
losing her. Launch the buoy!
The Exec opens the door to a small box and punches a button. A red light
comes on. The Captains takes a deep breath.
EXT. MONTANA 12
A tiny transmitter is ejected from the subs hell and begins its long ascent
to the surface. A second later the sub slams down like a piledriver onto a
ledge, tearing open its pressure hull.
INT. MONTANA 13
VARIOUS QUICK CUTS, just
pressure...
and a naked balloon-popping toreador
is a rough combination.
- lt didnt pan out. lts not funny.
- lts not funny.
- Be serious.
- Theres something l want to do.
- Okay. Why ?
- l wanna be able to remember
this moment in or years.
Think my next husband
will get a kick out of it.
Oh, thats nice.
Okay.
lts the night before I am flying down
to Savannah tor our wedding alone,
because Bens g
winds its way up Mulholland Drive through the
darkness of the Hollywood Hills. There is no one else on the
road. As we drift closer to the car...
CUT TO:
INT. BLACK CADILLAC LIMOUSINE - NIGHT
Two men in dark suits are sitting in the front seat. A
beautiful, younger, dark-haired woman sits in back. She sits
close up against the door and stares out into the darkness.
She seems to be thinking about
movies.
Just out of curiosity,
when would this have to happen?
- Within a week.
- God! No way!
Why not? Youre used to
working under pressure.
Im a special-effects man. I deal in
make-believe. Id like to keep it like that.
It requires skill, precision and timing!
I couldnt teach you to do what I do
in a week and expect you to pull it off.
Were in a position to break the Mafias
back, put % of e