as their
voices echo in the sky.
THE CHILDREN (contd)
Seven eight, gonna stay up late...
Jacob takes his hands away from his face and starts to
frantically pull on his seat belt. SNAP - it flies off his
back and miraculously turns into a PARACHUTE. Rope swirls
into the air - the wind grabs the canvas - and Jacobs body
slows with a violent jerk.
But at least hes not falling anymore. Jacob
least someone
should say something.
Pass.
Good riddance.
I dont believe in
osmos is.
Its not brown-nosing.
Shes the departing captain.
She did a lot for this squad.
Oh, come on.
Both of you sucked before
she whipped you into shape.
Oh, whipped?
Is that what that was?
No one will miss Big Red, Tor.
She puts the "itch" in "bitch. "
Sheputs the "whore "
in "horrifying. "
You know,
its her last pract
least written by someone who loved Gaimans work and had done him the honor of attempting to stay faithful to his original material. I eagerly told Lorenzo that I felt this script simply needed some tailoring and the application of a directors vision -- I also told him that I would be delighted to work with the writers to execute another rewrite of this draft.
I subsequently spent the next year ov
least get you
to a psychiatrist in some hospital.
Couldnt fool anybody.
Wouldnt let me do
all this shit.
Only you were here.
Doesnt really count.
You sure fooled me, Mother.
Ill tell you that.
You also broke a squad rule.
What rule?
Well, you said "shit."
What would Father say?
Father Mundy invented our squad
no obscenity"rule.
We wanna make it clear
were not actually part of this army.
Yes, we h
least a day to redress the set.
A day?
Okay, well, lets just do the close-up of
the corpse, and thatll wrap it for today.
All right. Okay.
So, what I want to do is zoom in, do a
slow zoom into the puddle of blood...
Billy.
Madame Olga wants some sugar
in her blood again.
Thank you.
So, hes kind of cute.
Three months in Moscow,
cold winter nights...
Just a thought.
Billy, thats what Mom would say.
Tiled roofs, the stark white stucco of a colonial town square. Black iron bars at a bank. A briefcase carried in a mans hand. A snipers rifle being assembled. Thick blocks of hundred dollar bills. Placed in the briefcase. A mans teeth as he smiles grimly at the sight.
Sounds over a SUBJECTIVE VIEW. The BRIEFCASE SNAPS SHUT. A VAULT DOOR SLAMS. RUBBER SOLES WALK a tiled floor. Ahead, brilliant, w
least some
oxygen and more than 1,500 -- would you
SHUT THE FUCK UP!
(hammers a button,
SILENCES ALARMS)
-- more than 1,500-millibars of pressure
at surface-level. Okay, so maybe the ship
did something right for a change....
INT. FLIGHT DECK - DAY
As Fry runs more switches.
INT. SHIP - DAY
As JETTISON DOORS CLOSE around the ship.
INT. FLIGHT DECK - DAY
As Fry flips up a security-latch -- and thum
A beautiful golden sun is setting. The sky is on fire. The CAMERA starts to move downwards. A large neon sign rises into shot. It rests on top of a skyscraper and fills the frame. The building is neither past nor future in design but a bit of both.
Slowly we pan downwards revealing the city that spreads below... A glittering conglomeration of elevated transport tubes, smaller square buildings wh
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
least while were in California.
Youll go to school, shopping,
spend some time with teenagers.
Its what youre supposed to be doing.
Give it a try.
You know, Ive always picked cases
that help people.
- Others first.
- Thats right.
But this one is a little different.
If everything goes well,
I could start making some real money.
We have enough money, Dad.
Lll be the judge of that, thank you.
At any