U-Turn
(Stray Dogs)
Screenplay by
John Ridley
and
Richard Rutowski & Oliver Stone
NOTE: THE HARD COPY OF THIS SCRIPT CONTAINED SCENE NUMBERS
AND SOME "OMITTED" SLUGS. THEY HAVE BEEN REMOVED FOR THIS
SOFT COPY.
EXT. SOMEWHERE IN THE DESERT SOUTHWEST - DAY
BEGIN TITLES OVER:
It is early morning and already hot. INSECTS drone, crackle,
and scurry for shade. PRAIRIE DOGS burrow to escape the sun.
We
TONE SPIRALING STAIRS, up up up in what we now see
is a medieval cathedral. And as we continue MOVING UP
something TRICKLES DOWN INTO FRAME - BLOOD. Running thin,
then thicker, as we CONTINUE TO MOVE UP the stairs and find -
A BODY, sprawled awkwardly across the stones, arms and legs
akimbo, not so much Christ-like as victim-like. In one hand
the Body holds a GUN he never had a chance to use. In
Buffalo 66 Script
All forgotten yesterdays
School days remind me of
When l was a boy
All my life
lve been
this lonely boy
Do, do
[ Piano ]
- [ Man ] The gate
- [ Buzzer ]
[ Bell Rings ]
What do you want ?
- Can l use the bathroom here ?
- l cant let you back in here.
This is the discharge gate.
Hey, theres the last bus
into town tonight.
You better get on it.
Excuse me. You know where
the
ARCTIC BLUE
by Ross LaManna
FADE IN:
1 EXT. BOREAL FOREST - ALASKA - (AERIAL SHOT) - DAY
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Flying. Not at the intangible height of a jet, but at
spitting distance from the treetops. Were in central
Alaska, the Big Lonely, just north of the Arctic Circle.
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A thick forest follows the contours of mountain foothills
like a deep-pile carpet. Up at treeline the forest thins to
tundra, a grassy
tone hard butter on toast at the same time. She glances at the
clock -- 7:55. Oh dear. Annabelle sits at the table, in a grumpy
orangey red mood. Rachel hands her what was once a piece of toast.
ANNABELLE
No. I told you. I like apple butter
not butter butter.
RACHEL
(hands her an apple)
Here.
ANNABELLE
Never mind. Ill just eat my lunch.
RACHEL
(forgot)
Im almost done making it.
(to the non-existe
All around this is an almost totally black screen. Now, as the camera moves slowly towards the window which is almost a postage stamp in the frame, other forms appear; barbed wire, cyclone fencing, and now, looming up against an early morning sky, enormous iron grille work. Camera travels up what is now shown to be a gateway of gigantic proportions and holds on the top of it - a huge initial "K"
As the C-130 coasts to a stop, the hatch rotating down on a hot, dusty lifeless airstrip somewhere in Vietnam. Nothing seems to live or move in the midday sun.
TITLES RUN
A DOZEN NEW RECRUITS step off the plane, unloading their duffel bags, looking around like only the new can look around, their hair regulation-clipped, crisp, new green fatigues fitting them like cardboard.
CHRIS TAYLOR is just a
The remorseless drought had lasted now for ten million years, and would not end for another million. The reign of the terrible lizards had long since passed, but here on the continent which would one day be known as Africa, the battle for survival had reached a new climax of ferocity, and the victor was not yet in sight. In this dry and barren land, only the small or the swift or the fierce could
Bull Durham
In baseball, you dont know nothing.
--Yogi Berra
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Whoever wants to know the heart and
mind of America had better learn
baseball.
--Jacques Barzun
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You could look it up.
--Casey Stengel
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Titles over--
FADE IN:
A series of still photos. Black and white. Ancient.
BABE RUTH SWINGS -- An icon of American history. His giant
upper body balanced delicately on tiny ankles and feet. Th
CHARADE
FADE IN (BEFORE TITLES)
1. EXT. FRENCH COUNTRYSIDE -- DUSK
Silence -- complete silence for the urbanite, though the
oncoming darkness is punctuated by the sounds of farm
country -- a few birds, a distant rumble of thunder from
some heavy clouds on the horizon, a dogs barking.
CAMERA PANS the green, squared-off flatland, lit only by
a fine sunset in its final throes. Then, gradually,
start