black, or a honky or in-between, youll love Porkchops-O-Chunky.
Man, thats me! So whats in this stuff?
Nothin but pork. Wow! Right on!
Why dont you have a bowl... There you go, man.
Yo, you scared to answer your call?
What callin?
Porkchops-o-Chunky Taste real good
Wont make your bathroom smell funky, yeah
You got a opportunity to do somethin here...
that the drug companies would never do:. What
black and white. JACK shifts, trying like hell to get
comfortable but hes been there a while
ON THE SCREEN
A bare bulb shines down on the contents of a shabby hotel
room. Directly under the blub a man, GENNADY KASIMOV, sits
in a straight backed wooden chair in his blood-stained T-
shirt. There are a couple of THUGS and a stray HOOKER in the
room behind him. A legend:
KIEV
KASIMOV is sobbing. Unco
Black and portentous must this humour prove...
..unless good counsel may the cause remove.
So please you, step aside.
Ill know his grievance or be much denied.
Come, madam, lets away.
Good morrow, cousin.
Is the day so young?
But new struck, coz.
Ay me, sad hours seem long.
Was that my father that went hence so fast?
It was.
What sadness lengthens Romeos hours?
Not having that which having makes
Black can do that. - I want you to do it.
- When Im ready. - Now!
Les, dont split em!
Bastard.
Billy, Zac, bring up the tail!
Get em up, get em up!
Whoo!
Whoo!
Ha! Hey! A wash, lovely, lovely.
Come on! Leave me alone, will ya?
Hey, Archy, him wash.
Prefer the company of blacks, hey, Archy?
- Zacs my mate. - We run together.
You fancy yourself as a runner, eh?
Hes more than a runner. Hes top blood
black Mercedes with tinted
windows and diplomatic license plates glides out.
INT. NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - SURVEILLANCE ROOM - DAY
An alert North Korean CORPORAL watches the perimeter MONITORS.
He pushes a switch to close the gate behind the Mercedes.
EXT. UTILITY POLE - OLYMPIC BLVD - DAY
From atop a pole outside the south wall, a man with binoculars
overlooks the private streets of Fremont Plac
Black,
especially a bunch of dinks.
And three, if yalls dont like that,
which I can already see you dont,
we can cut your balls off.
Maybe that would be more satisfactory to you.
Ha ha ha ha!
Die!
Take them down!
Take him down!
Take that one with the goddamn gun!
Now...
lets consider my points...
one by one.
One.
I try not to let my anger
get the better of me.
Two.
I dont always succeed.
Three.
I
black water toward Sonny. WHISTLING WIND. WHISPERED
VOICES. FLAPPING WINGS.
SONNY
looks back for a wave. But thats not what he sees.
SONNY
Holy shit!
Sonny starts PADDLING frantically. The other Surf Nazis turn and look up --
they SCREAM as they are ATTACKED. Surfboards CRACK and SPLINTER. In a BLUR,
the Surf Nazis are SWEPT AWAY into the sky.
Sonny alone, looking over his shoulder, desperately C
black trimmed with silver. It is Merlin. The wizard weaves a path through the burning forest, dodging the combatants, searching.
MERLIN
Lord Uther! Lord Uther!
The forest around him weeps softly with the sounds that follow slaughter. Patches of undergrowth are smoldering. Small flames lick bark and branches. Smoke floats through the trees and hovers over the bodies of the dying and the dead.
A hu
Malcolm X
FADE IN:
1 EXT. ROXBURY STREET - THE WAR YEARS - DAY
It is a bright sunny day on a crowded street on the black side of
Boston. PEOPLE and KIDS are busy with their own things.
SHORTY bops his way down the street. He is a runty, very dark
young man of 21 with a mission and a smile on his face. He wears
the flamboyant style of the time: the whole zoot-suit, pegged legs
and a wide bri
Quentin Tarantinos
RESERVOIR DOGS
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This movie is dedicated to these following sources of
inspiration:
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TIMOTHY CAREY
ROGER CORMAN
ANDRE DeTOTH
CHOW YUEN FAT
JEAN LUC GODDARD
JEAN PIERRE MELVILLE
LAWRENCE TIERNEY
LIONEL WHITE
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1 INT. UNCLE BOBS PANCAKE HOUSE - MORNING
Eight men dressed in BLACK SUITS, sit around a table at a
breakfast cafe. They are MR. WH