A silver throwing-bird is chosen from a weapons array. Gloved hands lift a black eye mask. Tunic armor CLICKS shut, turning to reveal the chest-borne insignia of a Robin.
INT. BATCAVE
BATMAN - CLOSE
Emerges from his costume vault.
WIDER
Deeper excavation has doubled the size of the cavern.
New state-of-the-art computing systems flash. Surveillance screens monitor news and police FREQUENCIES. Crim
Joe Dirt Script
Turn it up.
Dang.
Thats what Im talking about. L.A.!
Radio station l.D.
Coming to work. Joe Dirt.
Dont try and church it up, son.
Dont you mean Joe Dirt?
Naming you that, your daddy
must have really hated you.
Youre wrong, brother.
I got a good name
for this car: Rusty.
-Shitll buff out.
-Dont bother.
Drive this piece of crap off a cliff.
Do us all a favor.
This look like a piece
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
The boy looks up, confused and frightened, concerned to see his mother crying in public. She looks at him tenderly.
Her brow furrows. She stops crying. She stares just above his eyes.
Somethings happening: she looks with wonder at the top of his head... his eyes roll upward, trying to see - its a crown!
He raises his hands. He touches it.
A beam of light illuminates the crown, casting its glow
PAN DOWN TO A ROW OF 몷TELLERS몶 CAGES몸 with long lines of PEOPLE waiting to collect their unemployment checks. A sign above the first window says 몷A - F몸, the second window is designated 몷G - L몸 and so on.
CLOSE ON THE SECOND WINDOW -- Waiting his turn at the head of the line is a BLACK MAN in his early 30몶s. He kills time by trying to make a beat-up old wooden yo-yo perform the ba
Arcade
by
David S. Goyer
Last revised November 6, 1990
INT. ARCADE WORLD -- ELECTRONIC DARKNESS
We dont know if its night or day. Its just black.
And maybe...maybe intermittent SPARKS racing by. So quick we barely
perceive them. Like the sparks you imagine when your eyes are closed.
BREATHING,
slow and hollow, filling up the entire world. Its eerie as hell. A
feeling of utter loneliness.
And now
Name Of The Rose Script
Having reached the end
of my poor sinners life...
my hair now white...
I prepare to leave
on this parchment my testimony...
as to the wondrous
and terrible events...
I witnessed in my youth...
towards the end of the year
of Our Lord .
May God grant me
the wisdom and grace...
to be the faithful chronicler
of the happenings that took place...
in a remote abbey
in the dark no
AMERICAN HISTORY X
screenplay by
David McKenna
February 6, 1997
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INT. HOUSE - CLOSED EYES
A young mans blue eyes slowly open. A girl moans from the next room.
EXT. STREET CORNER - A LARGE TIRE
turns the corner and splashes through a puddle from an
earlier rain. TUPAC SHAKUR blares from inside.
INT. HOUSE - TIGHT ON THE EYES
They snap wide as the young woman in the next room MOANS
even louder.
E
MR. BEAN
By
Richard Curtis
And
Robin Driscoll
INT. NATIONAL GALLERY. BOARDROOM - DAY
A very grand room, with lots of wood and some very famous portraits round the walls.
A group of grave gentlemen and gentlewomen. They are the trustees of the National Gallery. LORD WALTON, a very grand man, sits at the table head. To his right sits his assistant, GARETH. All are deep in thought. LORD WALTON fidge
Erik the Viking
Screenplay by Terry Jones
Produced by John Goldstone
Directed by Terry Jones
Cast List:
Tim Robbins Erik
Mickey Rooney Eriks Grandfather
Eartha Kill Freya
Terry Jones King Arnulf
Imogen Stubbs Princess Aud
John Cleese Halfdan the Black
Tsutomu Sekine Slavemaster
BLACKNESS
Flames begin to lick upwards from the bottom of the screen. Suddenly all hell breaks loose. Screaming, yellin