toward violence.
TRAVIS GETS A JOB
Film opens on...
EXT. MANHATTAN CAB GARAGE
Weather-beaten sign above driveway reads, "Taxi Enter Here". Yellow cabs scuttle in and out. It is WINTER, snow is piled on the curbs, the wind is howling.
INSIDE GARAGE
Are parked row upon row of multi-colored taxis. Echoing SOUNDS of cabs idling , cabbies talking. Steamy breath and exhaust fill the air.
INT. CORRIDOR
time we made Tampa,
I was sure I knew who he was, that I
understood what he saw, what
nourished his soul and tested his
faith...
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EXT. WHARF - DAY
Chuck stares out across the harbor. In the distance, the
echoes of singing masts. Shrouds and canvas softly ping.
The small boats of Mystic tug restlessly at their
moorings.
OLDER CHUCK (V.O.)
He had taken us to worship, where,
what was for him, the
time, General.
They walk up the stairs, entering the palapa, leaving
the other man on guard.
3 INT. PALAPA - DAY 3
Large, two room concrete floor, thatched walls and roof.
Behind a partially drawn curtain in the kitchen, a naked
lightbulb hung from the rafters illuminates a bank of
compact FIELD RADIO EQUIPMENT, MAPS and AERIAL
PHOTOGRAPHS. Otherwise the rooms are primitive and
stand out in stark
NAPOLEON
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A
Screenplay
by
Stanley Kubrick
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FADE IN:
INT. BEDROOM CORSICA - NIGHT
A well worn teddy-bear is cradled in the arms of Napoleon,
age 4, who dreamily sucks his thumb, listening to a
bedtime story told by his young mother, Letizia. His 5-
year old brother, Joseph, is already asleep, beside him.
NARRATOR
Napoleon was born at Ajaccio in
Corsica on August 15th, 1769. He
had not be
time when the New World
didnt exist...
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. OCEAN - DAY
A vast stretch of ocean. It fills the screen. Unbroken,
infinite, luminous, mysterious -- it stretches away,
meeting and blending with the sky in pale ribbons of pearl
and misty light.
FERNANDO (V.O.)
... The sun set in the west on an
ocean where no man had dared to
venture. And beyond that,
infinity...
Pulling back, we discover
My Man Godfrey Script
Hello, Duke.
Hello, Mike.
Any luck today?
I figured out a swell racket,
and everything was going great
until the cops came along.
Too bad it didnt work.
If them cops would stick
to their own racket,
wed get somewhere
in this country...
without a lot of this
relief and all that stuff.
Mike, I wouldnt worry.
Prosperitys just around the corner.
Yeah. Its been there a long time.
time,
but l get what l want.
-Do you? lt must be nice.
-Yeah. lt is.
-lm sorry.
-Hey, whats the score?
l feel sticky.
l think ld better change my dress.
Yeah, sure, Mildred.
lts a good idea.
lll only be a minute.
-Leave the door open so we can talk.
-l like to hear you talk.
So do l. Something about the sound
of my own voice fascinates me.
lm glad youre not sore about me
taking you over the hurdl
Love Song For Bobby Long Script
What are you doing here?
Georgianna went a half hour ago.
Youre gonna miss it.
Put that on my tab.
Your bill.
"Tab" sounds like
yall might pay it someday.
Time was never a friend to Bobby Long.
It would conspire against him...
allow him to believe in a generous nature,
then rob him blind every time.
We had lost Lorraine, all of us...
but long before she died.
You c
time.
Oh! And, of course, something no household should be without.
The ceramic egg! Ooh-hoo-hoo.
Can I have the egg? Can I? Huh? Huh?
- No. I want you to have it. - Fine, Ill take it!
If you find any real estate on that desk, let me know.
It seems there is also a house.
- A house? - Yes, Nortondale.
Your father acquired it many years ago as payment of a debt.
H-he never lived there, but i-i-its
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