Note: Hows this for a change from the finished product?!? ... and NO mention of the powerful Opening Vistas! This is how the script begins ...
[FADE IN]
The screen is a microcosm of leaf, crystal drops of precipitation, a stone, emerald green moss. Its a landscape in miniature. We HEAR the forest. Some distant birds. Their sound seems to reverberate as if in a cavern. A piece of sunlight refracts
Gattaca
A Screen Play
by Andrew M. Niccol
FADE IN
A white title appears on a black screen.
"As night-fall does not come at once, neither
does oppression...It is in such twilight that
we all must be aware of change in the air
- however slight - lest we become victims of
the darkness."
Justice William O. Douglas
The title fades off, replaced by a second title.
"I not only think that we will tamper
Beyond a thick stand of trees is the vegetation-enshrouded TEMPLE OF THE CHACHAPOYAN WARRIORS.
The entire party is struck by the sight. The Indians, terrified now, chatter away. Suddenly the three at the back turn and run, dropping their packs as they go. Barranca yells at the fleeing Indians and pulls his pistol out. He starts to raise his arm to aim but Indy restrains it in a muscular grip.
Agent Cody Banks Script
SEATTLE
- Morning. - Morning.
Hey, Dad, we have to discuss my allowance. I need a raise.
Buying a girl gummi bears wont close the deal.
- Like youd know. - Alex.
But, Mom, Codys almost and Ive had twice as many dates as him.
- Sitting in a tree house isnt a date. - It is when youre playing doctor.
Bye.
You smell good. Did you shave?
- Do your chores. - Ill do them later.
T
raised
by various rodents.
Having no true home,
he wandered the wilderness...
in search of the one
who stole his life.
So on he walked...
and sometimes drove.
And occasionally,
partied with
the desert creatures.
[ Creatures Chanting ]
Party ! Party ! Party !
Little did he know...
that before him lied
a mystical road...
of great warriors
and legends.
[ Lisping ]
Your days are over, mister.
[ Sniff
GIRL OF MY DREAMS
"Girl Of My Dreams" a screenplay by William C. Martell.
Copyright 1999 by William C. Martell
"GIRL OF MY DREAMS"
EXT. GRASSY HILL, 1983 -- DAY
The shadow of a tree on the crest of a hill... the verdant
rolling hills near the college town of Santa Mira.
A car twists up the narrow road to the top of the hill.
The car parks at the crest of the hill, and laughter spills
out as the d
raised near Mont St. Michel.
- l went to see Mont St. Michel!
- Ah, oui?
What do you think
of that senator of yours?
Yhe chap that kept a diary
of all his sexual exploits.
lm sorry?
Oh, perhaps you havent been
following the affair...
with the same eagerness
as we have.
Were fully informed about his
secretaries who were so obliging to him.
Very discretely he calls them
only "S-One"... "S"for sex.
thats not gonna fit. - Wait. Hang on a second.
The bags too big, guy. You gotta check it.
[Beeping] Over here.
Raise your arms, sir. Look.
Ive got an engagement ring for my girlfriend in the bag.
I cant open it here. Dont you think I can just carry it on?
Hey, pal, if it aint fittin through the frame, you aint carryin it on the plane.
- -- New York La Guardia. Check it. - Wait, wait!
Excuse me
raises cup of tea to his lips. Looks around
deserted coffee shop. Sighs.
INT. SECOND FUNERAL HOME AND STREET - AFTERNOON
Galvin outside a second funeral home. WORKING-CLASS PEOPLE
entering, Galvin enters the home.
ANGLE
Galvin, coming down the aisle toward the front, shrugging
himself out of his overcoat, he approaches the BEREAVED WIDOW
sitting by the front of the home, he extracts his card from
Jeremiah Johnson Script
His name was Jeremiah Johnson.
They say he wanted
to be a mountain man.
The story goes that he was a man
of proper wit and adventurous spirit...
...suited to the mountains.
Nobody knows where he came from
and it dont seem to matter much.
He was a young man...
...and ghosty stories about
the tall hills didnt scare him none.
He was looking for a Hawkin gun,
caliber or better