Bourne Identity Script
[ Wind Blowing ]
[ Thunder ]
[ Speaking Italian ]
[ Grunting ]
[ Grunts ] What the hell are you doing to me?
[ Speaking Italian ]
What are you doing? [ Muffled ]
Goddamn it! Where am I? A boat.
A fishing boat. You were in the water.
We pull you out. What water?
You were shot. See? There are the bullets.
Ohh. Look. There is a number for a bank.
Why was it in your hip?
My hi
One Hour Photo Script
Turn to your right.
Thats it, sir. Youre done.
Please follow the orange line.
We processed the roll of film
we found in your bag, Mr. Parrish.
Theyre not very pretty pictures.
Also, you left the camera in the hotel.
We processed that roll as well.
Can I see them?
Thats not a courtesy, Mr. Parrish.
This is evidence.
Do you guys have your own lab...
or do you have to send it o
Meet The Fockers Script
You must do something!
Baby is coming!
Yeah. I know baby is coming!
Miss, youve to stay calm
and take deep breaths, okay?
Myra, I need a doctor here
right now.
I am working on it.
Youre not a doctor?
No, I am a nurse.
You are man
and you are nurse?
What kind of man is nurse?
Look, folks,
Im a professional, okay?
I know exactly what Im doing,
so just trust me,
everythings g
H20
FADE IN:
EXT. STREET - NIGHT - SUBURBIA
Langley, Illinois. A quiet suburb located fifty miles
outside of Chicago.
SUPER the legend: "Langley, Illinois. October 28th 1998"
A HOUSE
nestled in the middle of a tree-lined street. A Honda Civic
pulls into a darkened driveway, the headlights are
extinguished...
PAMELA WHITTINGTON, a middle-aged woman in full registered
nurse attire, emerges from the
registering-
And so I enrolled at Shikanotoride Middle School,
a ragtag collection of losers and delinquents from across Japan.
Wed all been written off by adults
Buncha jocks
None of us had any future.
For me, the only thing that felt real
was my pain
Shit!
- Friends ~Shintaro-
You too, Taku
Not me
Why not? Sign it, you graduated
Nothings finished yet
Hey, Hey!
Shintaro!
Hey!
What the hell!
To y
No Country For Old Men Script
I was sheriff of this county
when I was 25 years old.
Hard to believe.
My grandfather was a lawman.
Father too.
Me and him was sheriffs at the same
time, him up in Plano and me out here.
I think hes pretty proud of that.
I know I was.
Some of the old-time sheriffs
never even wore a gun.
Folks find that hard to believe.
Jim Scarborough never carried one.
Thats the you
HEATHERS
An Original Screenplay
by
Daniel Waters
FINAL SHOOTING SCRIPT
Registered WGAW
February 8, 1988
NOTE: THE HARD COPY OF THIS SCRIPT CONTAINED SCENE NUMBERS
AND SOME "OMITTED" SLUGS. THEY HAVE BEEN REMOVED FOR THIS
SOFT COPY.
FADE IN:
EXT. SAWYERS BACKYARD--DAWN
Elegiac music murmurs as three female and barefoot PAIRS OF
LEGS in skirts break from tableau to gently engage in Croquet.
A blue
Murder at 1600 Script
Its a form! What could be simpler?! All you must do is fill in the blanks!
What do I have to do, hire a nursemaid to hold your hand?
Put ribbons in your hair?!
How many times must I tell you?!
If you want him down, this is no huge problem.
You should be able to fill out a form correctly!
And if you cant do that. . .
. . .then Ill just have to get somebody who can.
I aint goi
SEVEN
by Andrew Kevin Walker
8/8/94
1 INT. OLD HOUSE -- DAY 1
Sunlight comes through the soot on the windows, more brown than
bright. SOMERSET, 45, stands in one corner of this small,
second-story room. He looks over the ceiling, looks down at the
worn wooden floors, looks at the peeling wallpaper.
He walks to the center of the room, continues his study, taking
his time. He halts, turns to one wa
Anastasia
FADE IN:
on a well-worn PHOTOGRAPH ALBUM. An ELDERLY WOMANS
HAND touched the album, caressing it lovingly for a
moment, as WE HEAR her voice.
TATIANA (O.C.)
Once we lived in an enchanted
world. . .
She opened the ALBUM to reveal a BLACK AND WHITE
PHOTOGRAPH of the PALACE AT ST. PETERSBERG on a
brilliant summer day.
TATIANA (CONT)
A world of Tsars and Princesses
and elegant palaces. . .