Blinding, all right.
Yeah, it will only take you minutes,
then you can go do your other thing.
Okay, mate. All right, yeah. Ciao.
Getting me more and more.
Can I have another bang on that?
Hes winding me up.
-Hes coming now.
-When?
-Hes coming down.
-Thats definite?
-Yeah.
-Youre not fucking me about, are you?
The drugs are arriving!
-You dropped me off at the airport.
-Wednesday.
Im in bits.
I m
side
from your mama from New York.
And empty out the pan under the icebox.
Do
Want to anyway
I dont care what people say
If I should
Take a notion
To jump into the ocean
Aint nobodys business
If I do
If I do
If my man aint
Got no money
And I say take all
Is here. Got my $ .
Its dynamite. Thats dynamite.
Come on. Come on.
Dont be afraid of me.
Im not gonna hurt you.
Im not scared of you,
cause you
KNIGHT MOVES
by
Brad Mirman
PROPERTY OF KNIGHT MOVES PRODUCTIONS
(third draft)
_ 1
FADE IN:
INT. AUDITORIUM - 1972 - DAY
TWO BOYS sit on opposite sides of a chessboard. One is NINE,
the other FOURTEEN. The room is SILENT, the tension between
the two young players severe. All the ADULT PLAYERS that have
been eliminated from this match by the two boys stand around
watching. On the wall is a BANNER
side.
EXT. JOHNSON HOUSE - DAY
The truck stops in front of an isolated FARM HOUSE. A wooden
gate stands twenty yards from the front door. A barn and a
hot house sits on either side, surrounded by acres and acres
of beautiful pasture.
CAROLYN JOHNSON, a sixteen-year-old girl, steps out from the
vegetable garden with an arm full of vegetable. She watches
her parents exit the truck.
Francesca c
"48 HRS."
by
Roger Spottiswoode and
Walter Hill
&
Larry Gross and
Steven E. De Souza
FADE IN:
OPEN COUNTRY - DAY
Endless green hills bisected by a ribbon of highway. A road
gang clearing brush by the side of the road... Twenty-five
men in prison fatigues sweating through their mid-afternoon
labor.
THREE GUARDS
Flank the working prisoners... Mountie hats, shotguns,
sidearms, sunglasses; they look
side.
To the pimp that followed.
But it was a vampire that accepted.
Give me your money or you die!
Do you still want death?
Or have you tasted it enough?
Enough.
He left me there, on the banks
of the Mississippi...
... somewhere between life and death.
Who are you?
Whatre you doing in my house?
Ive come to answer your prayers.
Life has no meaning anymore... does it?
The wine has no taste.
The fo
side. Baby Herman grabs a cookie and swings
back, shutting the door. He climbs down and crawls out of
the kitchen. After a beat, the freezer door opens.
ROGER
now shaped like a block of ice, falls out and hits the floor.
The block SHATTERS into ice cubes. Roger looks around,
dazed.
BABY HERMAN
has taken this opportunity to crawl out the window. Roger
races to the window. His eyes pop out of his h
Many people have asked me what happened with Sandman, and to date Ive kept mum. But theres so much misinformation and rumor out there that I feel its now time to tell my side of the story:
Its simple. I was at Warner Brothers one day in 1996 chatting it up with Lorenzo DiBonaventura (aint that a mouthful). Good ol Lorenzo decided to whip through a bunch of titles that they had in development, cu
side of the wagon. The figure, obscured by the mud,
barely looks human.
As the other wagons roll over other muddy depressions in
the road, three more mud-covered figures reach up, grab
and cling to the underside of other wagons.
FORT CHARLES
The gates are opened. The relieved French soldiers
quicken their pace and hurry into the relative safety of
the fort. In the fort yard the weary detachment
d
side of the water, there are two small RADAR DISHES, angled
down, scanning every inch of the area, save for the waterfall itself.
In other words: This was the only way in.
RETURN ON BOND -
007 shrugs. From his backpack, he takes out TWO CIGAR-SIZED BLACK
CANISTERS, and an ELONGATED BLACK BOX. He presses a button on the
side of the box, and - fwap, fwap, fwap - SNOW SKIS unfold.
He presses buttons