humanoid, but
disturbingly alien.
FEDORCHUK
You got your green card, buddy? You
didnt leave home without it?
The cops at the bar crack up. Henry looks at Fedorchuk --
his eyes carrying no malice... or pain. He merely blinks.
CUT TO:
INT./ EXT. SLUG-MOBILE - STREET - NIGHT
An explosion of color and movement as OPENING TITLES PLAY
very quickly. Were TRAVELING the streets in a n.d.
sedan, getting MO
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.
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
DR. BURTON, the Chief Psychiatrist moves down the old hallway, face tense. He steps through a doorway into...
INT. MAXIMUM SECURITY - NIGHT
Security cells. Criminal maniacs sealed behind protective casings.
A GUARD stands before a heavy door.
GUARD
Hell of a night, huh Doc?
BURTON
Hells in here.
Hydraulics HISS. The cell door unseals.
INT. SECURE ISOLATION CELL
Mystery Men Script
WouId you like something sweet?
What do we got here, felias,
an antique show?
Boys, spread out!
What a wrinkIe-fest this is!
Beat it, you broads!
Come on!
Ali right, sit down and shut up!
Were the Red Eyes,
so everybody freeze!
Get their vaIuabIes, boys.
I want watches, waliets, jeweliery.
Get me some sliver chains.
I want wigs, toupees!
Keep an eye out for me, wliI ya?
li
No,
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,
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
In black, we hear a chain-gang chant, many voices together, spaced around the unison strike of picks against rock. A title burns in:
O muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending...
A wanderer, harried for years on end...
On the sound of an impact we cut to:
A PICK
splitting a rock.
As the chant continues, wider angles show the chain-gang at w
A VIDEO IMAGE FLICKERS TO LIFE. A ruggedly handsome man with dark, haunted eyes. Eyes that have seen hell.
NEVILLE
My name is Robert Neville. Today is October 17th,
the year 2002. I was born in 1960, on this very day,
so that makes today my birthday. (remembering)
Every year for my birthday, my wife Ellen would throw
me a party. A kids party. Cake, ice cream, funny hats,
"Pin the Tail on the Donk
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