SISTER ACT
by Paul Rudnick
July 19, 199l
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SISTER ACT
FADE IN:
INT. ST. ANNES ACADEMY - AKRON, OHIO - CLASSROOM
We are in a parochial school classroom, in the late
Sixties. The children all wear uniforms and sit at little
desks. SISTER IMMACULATA stands at the front of the room;
she is a middle-aged nun, very severe. The children are
all terrified of her.
SISTER IMMACULATA
Who can name all
electronics.
As a small group of refined, well-groomed SCIENTISTS studiously examine the removed panel, their intense concentration is periodically disrupted by the hysterical guffaws of a nearby group of three uniformed SECURITY GUARDS, who appear to be refugees from the Neolithic period.
The Guards, totally oblivious to the Scientists, are regaling each other with pitiful and infantile jokes.
G
are off.
-- CLOSE ON SAME HANDS dumping four fishing knives
out of a filthy bag. Their blades are thin,
curved, gleaming sharp.
-- MORE ANGLES, EVEN CLOSER. We can HEAR the MANs
wheezing BREATHING, but we still havent seen
his face. We never will. We just SEE more metal
being assembled with crude tools, into some sort
of linkage -- a splayed, spidery sort of apparatus,
against a background light
is applied to a paper mache surface, and a popsicle stick is pressed into place. (We are TOO TIGHT to see the object being constructed.)
CLOSEUP - KRISTEN PARKER
Kristen (16) is strikingly pretty, despite the dark, tired circles under her eyes. Shes exhausted, but desperately trying to stay awake. She wears pajamas and robe.
Her head nods, her eyelids close. She snaps herself awake.
CLOSEUP - THE
Arcade
by
David S. Goyer
Last revised November 6, 1990
INT. ARCADE WORLD -- ELECTRONIC DARKNESS
We dont know if its night or day. Its just black.
And maybe...maybe intermittent SPARKS racing by. So quick we barely
perceive them. Like the sparks you imagine when your eyes are closed.
BREATHING,
slow and hollow, filling up the entire world. Its eerie as hell. A
feeling of utter loneliness.
And now
are youre parents home?"
"Yeah, but they dont live here," she says, as she walks away.
[ Humor generated by a literal response to a question which states a truth,
but doesnt give the answer that the questioner desired. This is a
deviation from expected patterns of communication. The norm is that if a
person asks a question, you should attempt to satisfy his information
request, not make a true st
are stopped in rusted rows, still bumper to bumper. The skyline of buildings beyond has been shattered by some unimaginable force like a row of kicked-down sandcastles. Wind blows through the desolation, keening with the sound of ten million dead souls. It scurries the ashes into drifts, stark white in the moonlight against the charred rubble.
A TITLE CARD FADES IN:
"LOS ANGELES, July 11, 2029"
A
Black letters on its side, CCCP. A Russian COSMONAUGHT in his space suit is outside, repairing radio antenna. He몶s the one singing.
3 INSIDE THE CAPSULE
Three COSMONAUGHTS, two men and a woman, in gym shorts and red T-shirts, are busy
floating to their stations. The CAPTAIN, teases his space walker.
CAPTAIN
(Russian with subtitles)
Spare us the serenade, Comrade
Sinatra. You몶re not at home.
are the untold stories, the secrets locked deep inside the hull of Titanic. Were out here using robot technology to go further into the wreck that anybody has done before. TV REPORTER: Your expedition is at the center of a storm of controversy over salvage rights, and even ethics. Media are calling you a grave robber. BROCK: Well, nobody ever called the recovery of the artifacts LIZZY: What is it
Are you lonely?
You got no one
# You got your body in suspension
# Problem
# Problem
# Problem
# The problem is you
# Eat your heart out on a plastic tray...
# Problem
# Problem
# Problem
# The problem is you
Gordie, honey.
Im so sad youre leaving me.
Why are you moving to Los Angeles
to work in a cheese factory?
Im not gonna just work in a cheese sandwich
factory. Im gonna shop my drawings.
- Im