Fishing is synonymous with Seattle--
Lanie Kerrigan reporting from the Capitol Hill Zoo.
Im here at the chimpanzee habitat,
where this morning
a local boy was rescued by this gallant--
Vin!
I cannot work with that thing.
Relax, Lanie, its all right.
Its just a chimpanzee.
Hes naturally attracted to large yellow objects.
Youre late.
Im not late, youre early.
I ate cheese.
Tomorrow on Pressline,
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THE PATRIOT
by
Robert Rodat
March 26, 1999
FADE IN:
EXT. THE SWAMPS OF SOUTH CAROLINA - NIGHT
Dark. Ominous. Kudzu hangs from the swamps maples. A
dark and forbidding place. A bird CRIES EERILY in the
darkness. Insects HUM ominously.
SUPERIMPOSITION:
FRENCH AND INDIAN WAR
A detachment of French soldiers with several wagons makes
its way along a muddy road cut through the swamp. The
soldiers are w
fishing boat, the RAINBOW WARRIOR, holds position outside a small natural harbor. All lights extinguished.
FADE UP TITLE:
ARCTIC OCEAN
NEAR THE 170th PARALLEL
On deck: Eco-warriors peer through high-powered binoculars and video cameras. Among them: An intense WOMAN. A RUSSIAN man with a scraggly beard. A surly BLOND MAN, who monitors a Geiger counter. All wear heavy parkas against the gray cold
DISNEYS
THE HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAME
(As the Walt Disney Pictures logo fades off the screen, the chorus heard
in the background mixes with the bells of Notre Dame cathedral ringing.
A long zoom in through the city until we reach the Clopin singing to a
group of children watching his puppet show.)
Clopin: MORNING IN PARIS, THE CITY AWAKES
TO THE BELLS OF NOTRE DAME
THE FISHERMAN FISHES, THE BAK
FISH.
THEY TASTE FUNNY.
REALLY? ITS FRESH.
IT CAME RIGHT OUT
OF THAT TANK.
[UTENSIL DROPS,
DOG WHIMPERS]
YOU HOOKED MY ANGEL FISH?!
WHY DO YOU DO
THESE TERRIBLE THINGS?
BECAUSE I LOVE
TO SEE THOSE VEINS
IN YOUR TEMPLE THROB.
YOU--YOU--
[GROWLS]
[GROWLS]
ILL KILL YOU.
LOOK HERE,
YOU DEVIL WOMAN,
YOULL NEVER DO THIS
TO ANOTHER MAN!
OH, YES, I WILL.
ILL DO IT,
AND ILL DO IT,
AND ILL DO IT AGAIN.
WOU
Mutiny On The Bounty Script
Eight oclock.
Alls well. Misty weather.
-Here ye are, me lad.
-Thank ye.
A press gang. A press gang!
-The press gang!
-Lets get out of here!
ln the kings name!
Well, we got all the fish
we need in one net.
-Line them up, boatswain.
-Aye, aye. Line up, lads!
Lads, bow your necks and weep.
Youre in the kings navy.
lm no seaman, sir. lm a tailor.
Whats that, your needlewo
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 of FIRE, and a deep
rushing of STEAM and HEAV
Starship Troopers
??
Screenplay by Edward Neumeier
Based on the novel by Robert Heinlein
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YOUNG PEOPLE
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Are you ?
The mobile infantery logo: LIGHTNING BOLTS ON A BLACK SHIELD.
OFFICIA
Bourne Identity Script
[ Wind Blowing ]
[ Thunder ]
[ Speaking Italian ]
[ Grunting ]
[ Grunts ] What the hell are you doing to me?
[ Speaking Italian ]
What are you doing? [ Muffled ]
Goddamn it! Where am I? A boat.
A fishing boat. You were in the water.
We pull you out. What water?
You were shot. See? There are the bullets.
Ohh. Look. There is a number for a bank.
Why was it in your hip?
My hi
fishes out his trusty Zippo lighter from a
leather shoulder pouch and flicks it to life. The weak orange
light shallowly penetrates the dark.
INT. BACK WALL OF CAVERN - JUST AFTER
The BOY eases his way along, holding the Zippo like a torch. The
flickering light shines on the ram ... it is squatting serenely on
the rear floor of the cavern. The animal is strangely unfazed by
the BOYS appearance.