HIGHLANDER
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Screenplay by
Gregory Widen
and
Peter Bellwood & Larry Ferguson
February 6, 1985
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FADE IN:
MADISON SQUARE GARDEN
New York Rangers v. Edmonton Oilers.
15,000 screaming fans leap to their feet.
Gretsky steals the puck, streaks across the ice, beats two
defenders, shoots and scores.
Oilers 6, Rangers 0. Oiler fans bellow approval
One silent SPECTATOR, in overcoat, slacks and scarf
That really stuck with me, and when I was eight I told her I had a feeling I was supposed to return the favour.
She was so happy, she cried.
My dad just wanted to know if working for God came with dental.
Now, Jakes sense of a calling might not have gelled as early as mine.
Religion was really more of a hobby for him at first.
Got it. Got it. Need it. Need it.
Got it. Got it. Need it. Got it.
Jak
ALIEN NATION
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Original Screenplay by Rockne S. OBannon
Rewrite by James Cameron
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October 1987
FADE IN:
EXT. MOJAVE DESERT - DAY (TELEVISION IMAGE)
A LONG LENS SHOT of a far distant metallic object hovering
just above the ground -- maybe two or three miles away.
The heat waves and the light refraction off the desert-
scape make the object undulate rhythmically, keeping its
true shape and appea
Silence. Norland Park, a large country house built in the early part of the eighteenth century, lies in the moonlit parkland.
2 INT. NORLAND PARK. MR DASHWOODS BEDROOM. NIGHT.
In the dim light shed by candles we see a bed in which a MAN (MR DASHWOOD, 52) lies his skin waxy, his breathing laboured. Around him two silhouettes move and murmur, their clothing susurrating in the deathly hush. DOCTORS.
A hand reaches for it, bringing the receiver up to the face of CASEY BECKER, a young girl, no more than sixteen. A friendly face with innocent eyes.
CASEY
Hello.
MANS VOICE
(from phone)
Hello.
Silence.
CASEY
Yes.
MAN
A womans face BACKS INTO SHOT, her head resting against grimy wallpaper. She is tense, sweaty, wide-eyed with concentration. This is CLARICE STARLING - mid-20s, trim, very pretty. She wears Kevlar body armor over a navy windbreaker, khaki pants. Her thick hair is piled under a navy baseball cap. A revolver, clutched in her right hand, hovers by her ear. She raises a speedloader, in her left hand,
Manhattan Script
"Chapter one. "
"He adored New York City.
He idolised it all out of proportion. "
Uh, no. Make that "He romanticised it
all out of proportion. "
"To him,
no matter what the season was,
this was still a town
that existed in black and white
and pulsated to the great tunes
of George Gershwin. "
Uh... no. Let me start this over.
"Chapter one. "
"He was too romantic about Manhatta
Mothman Prophecies Script
Jesus!
Are you still there?
No, Im back.
Im not sure I got the spelling.
It is a "Y " Okay, great. Yes, thank you. Bye.
Honey,you there? Pick up, pick up.
Youre not there. Okay. Look, its a little after : .
Ill catch a ride and see you out there. Bye.
-Jack. - Yeah?
The Balkans peace council is "comprised" or "composed" of ten members?
Twelve members.
Oh, righ
AND REVEALS THE inside of a domed city honeycombed with fantastic arches. The city is inhabited by young beautiful people in luxurious but simple costumes.
THE CAMERA ROAMS through the City, observing some people seated at a kind of cafe sipping drinks and relaxing; other people are in some kind of exercise class doing beautiful graceful movement; and finally a class of five year old children lis
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