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
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
It is very early in the dawn - blue light filters through the jungle and across a foul swamp. A mist clings to the trees. This could be the jungle of a million years ago.
Our VIEW MOVES CLOSER, through the mist, TILTING DOWN to the tepid water. A small bubble rises to the surface; then another. Suddenly, but quietly, a form begins to emerge; a helmet. Water and mud pour off revealing a set of bea
Jawbreaker Script
First, you need to know
something about them.
The beautiful ones.
The flawless four.
Everyone wanted to be them.
You know them.
They went to your school too.
They totally ruled.
The one in green, thats Courtney.
She was the leader.
She was like Satan in heels.
The blonde, Marcie Fox,
a legend in her own little mind.
Known to herself as Foxy.
The one with the pigtails is Julie,
p
In The Heat Of The Night Script
In the heat of the night
Seems like a cold sweat
creepin across my brow
Yeah
In the heat of the night
Im feelin motherless somehow
Stars with evil eyes
Stare from the skies
All mean and bright
In the heat of the night
Aint a woman yet been born
Knows how to make the mornin come
Its so hard to keep control
When I could sell my soul
For just a little light
In the hea
The Bourne Supremacy Script
This is not a drill, soldier.
We clear on that?
This is a live project.
Youre a go.
- Youre a go.
Training is over.
Training is over.
Training is over.
Training is over.
Im okay. Its fine.
Just a headache.
Youre burning up.
Its okay.
Just a headache.
Anything new?
No.
Its just bits and pieces.
I can hear Conklins voice,
and theres that photograph, but...
I just cant s
Shawshank Redemption, The
- By Frank Darabont.
1 INT -- CABIN -- NIGHT (1946)
A dark, empty room.
The door bursts open. A MAN and WOMAN enter, drunk and
giggling, horny as hell. No sooner is the door shut than
theyre all over each other, ripping at clothes, pawing at
flesh, mouths locked together.
He gropes for a lamp, tries to turn it on, knocks it over
instead. Hell with it. Hes got mor
H A N N I B A L
Screenplay
by
Steven Zaillian
Based on the Novel
by
Thomas Harris
Revision
February 9, 2000
INT. PANEL VAN - DAY
Clarice Starling is dead, laid out in fatigues across a bench
in the back of a ratty, rattling undercover van. Three other
agents sit perched on the opposite bench, staring at her
lifeless body.
BURKE
How can she sleep at a time like this?
BRIGHAM
Shes on a jump-out squ
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National Treasure 2: Book Of Secrets Script
[fireworks exploding]
[crowd clamoring]
[indistinct chatter]
[man] Hes in the other room.
- Are you Thomas Gates?
- Yes.
We got something
that wed like you to take a look at.
I hear youre quite good
with puzzles and riddles.
- [man] Its a coded message.
- [Gates] Its a Playfair cipher.
- Pla
LITTLE SWEETHEART
Oyster Blues plays. Serene view of short pilings in the
water along Bob Sikes Channel, St. George Island.
NELSON ENTERTAINMENT presents
An ANTHONY SIMMONS Film
Flocks of sea birds are flying over the shore.
JOHN HURT
KAREN YOUNG
A bucket of seawater is being hoisted from a docked boat.
Thelma walks by, underneath the hoist. As she walks by she
watches it being dumped into a b