tool bag, you.
Put me right off, that has.
And I always liked a man in a uniform, me.
- Oh, I bet you did. - Hey, watch it, sparks. Sparkler.
Hey, speakin of sparks,
you dont know nothin about electrickery, do ya?
Only the wires of me homes cracklin up on me.
- No, no. Were just phone boys, us.
Hes quiet, isnt he?
- Is there anybody there? Or has he been disconnected?
Been cut off? Ive got a daug
tool belt on.
Harris, ease up.
Were just having some fun.
Yeah, Frank, you get back to work.
Now!
What? Just like that? No more game?
Youll go back to desecrating
these peoples land, blowing up palm trees?
We can go blow up palm trees later.
I just want one pitch.
Come on, I think its messing
with our karma.
- I need the work.
- Yeah, you do.
- Come on, Frank, be part of us.
- Hey, you shut up, c
fastidiously arranged with
every conceivable tool of the period. A foot-powered
lathe. A drop-forge. A lifting saw. Racks of tools,
planes, hammers, augers, drills, blocks, all hanging in
their places. All very well-worn.
BENJAMIN MARTIN methodically works his lathe, turning a
piece of hardwood, shaving off tiny curls of wood with a
razor-sharp chisel. Hes in his late-forties, strong and
weathere
tools at his own wedding?
I know. Let me go get my comb.
Move quickly. The condo is the future.
If you wanna go co-op, I can help you with that too.
I couldnt tell the difference.
A condo, you own outright. A co-op, you own stock in it.
All the units together. Its not that complicated.
What? One minute, excuse me.
I need the purse.
Do you have to talk business? This is a wedding.
Cynthia, thats t
Tools.
Someone to oversee
the financial aspects of the business.
Im looking for somebody to run it
and do a good job.
Theres only one thing
youve gotta know.
My folks, theyre gone now.
So its my money.
What I do with that money may seem crazy
to those sons of bitches in Houston.
Im sure it does, but it all makes
good sense to me. You got that?
- Got it.
- Good.
Now, you made, what,
$ a year at yo
tools and mask. THUNDER continues as a fierce, whistling
WIND attacks.
??
Tommys eyes squint to read each tombstone, looking for the
one. LIGHTNING FLASHES.
WIDER - ON TOMMY
??
Getting frustrated, but far from giving up, Tommy moves to
the new row of markers. Suddenly he freezes and we PRESS IN
on him.
??
ANGLE ON JASONS GRAVE
??
LIGHTNING illuminates the tombstone that reads "Jason
Voorhees - At
tools, into some sort
of linkage -- a splayed, spidery sort of apparatus,
against a background light of FIRE, and a deep
rushing of STEAM and HEAVY, DARK ENERGY.
-- And then we see this linkage attached to the glove.
-- Then the BLADES attached to all of it.
-- Then the MANS HAND slips into this glove-like
apparatus, filling it out and transforming
it into an awesome, deadly claw-hand with
four r
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Men With Guns Script
This will burn fast.
Use it only to start the flame.
Then this will last the morning.
Tell me more about the man.
He has trouble breathing.
Sometimes he fights to swallow air.
He can put his hand on you
and tell what your sickness is.
By magic?
By science.
Hes a doctor who lives in the city.
Can he cure you of worms?
City peo
FAST FAISIL, an Iranian-American, finishes making
yellow snow and hurries back to the van. They are parked on a
winding mountain road a half-mile from the chateau, whose
lights are visible through the trees.
Faisil jumps in and goes to the eyepiece of a huge telephoto
nightvision scope. The eerie green image lurches as he sweeps
the grounds, locating the boathouse.
6 EXT. BOATHOUSE - NIGHT
Concea
fast? And behind him, the unmarks blaze ...
Guns his bitch... Straight at the roadblock .. Three CRUISERS and
a PORTABLE WOODEN BARRICADE... Memphis pins her ... ZOOOOOM! Dead-on
to the roadblock ...
And, at the last moment, as the COPS dive out of the way, Memphis
bangs the gear shift into neutral -- yanks the parking brake --
And the Mustang spins on the straight -- Screeching spin ... And
Memp