Many people have asked me what happened with Sandman, and to date Ive kept mum. But theres so much misinformation and rumor out there that I feel its now time to tell my side of the story:
Its simple. I was at Warner Brothers one day in 1996 chatting it up with Lorenzo DiBonaventura (aint that a mouthful). Good ol Lorenzo decided to whip through a bunch of titles that they had in development, cu
or got myself blown up, Ace Rothstein was a hell of a handicapper, I can tell you that. I was so good, that whenever I bet, I could change the odds for every bookmaker in the country. Im serious. I had it down so cold that I was given paradise on earth. I was given one of the biggest casinos in Las Vegas to run, the Tangiers . . .
INT. SAN MARINO ITALIAN GROCERY/BACK ROOM, KANSAS CITY - NIGHT
good
from bad, his mind is in a swirl
Got to look out
and open your eyes
If youre in a jam
You got to realize
- Youre in the fast lane
- Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute
- In the fast lane
- Wait, wait, wait
- Hi. Sorry Im late.
- Thats all right.
Come on, sweetheart.
Were late.
You can play with the kitty
some other time, honey. Come on.
[Tyres Screeching,
Horn Honking]
- [Man Humming] Hey
THE WILLIAM MUNNY KILLINGS
INT. ALICES ROOM - NIGHT
NIGHT IN ALICES ROOM. A little bit of moonlight coming in
through the tiny window might make a highlight here and
there but thats about all. Words begin to crawl across the
screen:
WRITTEN WORDS (crawl)
Of good family, albeit one of
modest means, she was a comely
young woman and not without
prospects. Therefore it was at
once heartbreaking and a
Good. Now you can go for a reason.
INT. RIPLEYS APARTMENT, NEW YORK. DAY.
A vinyl RECORD revolves in close up. An exuberant and
mysterious VOICE is scat singing. Wild. Then the sound slides
into a raucous big band jazz number: Dizzy Gillespies The
Champ. A HAND ejects the record. When the camera finds the
mans face it is BLINDFOLDED. Hes hot. Hes wearing an
undershirt. Hes trying to identify the
The Unforgiven
Original Screenplay
by
David Webb Peoples
PRODUCTION DRAFT
April 23, 1984
INT. ALICES ROOM - NIGHT
NIGHT IN ALICES ROOM. A little bit of moonlight coming in
through the tiny window might make a highlight here and
there but thats about all. Words begin to crawl across the
screen:
WRITTEN WORDS (crawl)
Of good family, albeit one of
modest means, she was a comely
young woman and not w
leather nervously. Lloyd keeps glancing at her
in the rear-view mirror, but for a moment he is speechless. Then:
LLOYD
Why you going to the airport? Flying
somewhere?
MARY
(dead-pan)
Howd you guess?
LLOYD
Well, I saw your luggage, then when I
noticed the airline ticket, I put two
and two together.
(beat)
So where you heading?
MARY
Aspen.
LLOYD
Oh, youre gonna love it. I hear
Californias beautiful
MANHUNT
written by Brendan Broderick
and Rob Kerchner
EXT COASTAL ROAD - NIGHT
OPEN on a highway road in a remote coastal town. We see CAR HEADLIGHTS approach, and we see its a CONVERTIBLE with the top down, an old 60s sportscar, beat-up but cool.
The driver is JIM TRUDELL; he winds his way down the road.
Hes in good shape, and carries the look of a man who has seen and done much in his 32 years.
good...
EXT. MIAMI BEACH, "GOLD COAST" -- DAY
In front of an Art Deco hotel, the driver opens the
limousine door and the Young Republican steps out.
ACROSS THE STREET
Welles watches from inside the double-parked taxicab.
EXT. MIAMI BEACH MOTOR LODGE -- DAY
Not exactly four-star. "AD LT MOVIES EVERY ROOM."
INT. MIAMI BEACH MOTOR LODGE -- DAY
Welles is asleep on the bed, full dressed, hands fo
leather helmet. He is singing, too, but we can몶t hear him or the plane or anything save the singer몶s plaintive voice.
The plane shudders over a ridge. Beneath it A SUDDEN CLUSTER OF MEN AND MACHINES, camouflage nets draped over the sprawl of gasoline tanks and armored vehicles. An OFFICER, GERMAN, focuses his field glasses. The glasses pick out the MARKINGS on the plane. They are English. An