Kamikaze Girls Script
My bike ignites!
Farewell, useless Father
Farewell, Grandmother
Farewell, Buddha of Ushiku
Farewell...
"Baby,
the Stars Shine Bright"
And farewell, Ichigo
Its too late to say this, but...
I wish I had been born
in the Rococo era
Kamikaze Girls: The End
Thats a bit too short
so lets rewind a little
Rococo
th century France
at its most lavish
It made Baroque look positively so
Shawshank Redemption, The
- By Frank Darabont.
1 INT -- CABIN -- NIGHT (1946)
A dark, empty room.
The door bursts open. A MAN and WOMAN enter, drunk and
giggling, horny as hell. No sooner is the door shut than
theyre all over each other, ripping at clothes, pawing at
flesh, mouths locked together.
He gropes for a lamp, tries to turn it on, knocks it over
instead. Hell with it. Hes got mor
considerate man.
Our father, your brother, had a noble heart.
Which beats no more.
You, girl...
you havent been brought up
too delicately...
to apprentice at some boarding school,
have you?
Uncle...
I will try to do anything
to gain me a home and bread.
Now that I think of it, I know a dressmaker
who may have some work.
You, boy, have you ever done anything?
No.
Noggs, wheres the morning paper
I
Judgment At Nuremburg Script
I didnt know it was so bad.
Couple of incendiaries,
these old buildings go up like cellophane.
Theres a wall that separates
the old section of Nuremberg from the new.
Goes back to...
How far does it go back, Schmidt?
-1218 sir.
-1219.
This is where the Nazi Party
held their rallies, isnt it?
They all came here.
Hitler. Goebbels. The whole crew.
Thousands of them, from
She is JACKIE BROWN, a stewardess dressed in her CABO AIR uniform. (A little shuttle airline that flies from Los Angeles to Cabo San Lucas. Approximate flight time: forty five minutes)
Jackie stands still as a people-mover slowly inches her through the airport. The CREDITS APEAR and DISAPPEAR in front of her.
Jackie Brown is a very attractive black woman in her mid forties, though she looks like
Now, theyre serious. They can deliver the South and put Texas in your column. They done it in the .
Only if Kennedy dumps Johnson. Thatll never happen.
I dont think you know how much people hate Kennedy down here.
Hes cominto town tomorrow, and they will run his ass outta town on a rail!
Damn right. That we will.
We are willing to give you a shit pot full of money to get rid of him.
More than yo
Barely audible, an organ plays a haunting theme. The title credits appear. They are simple green lettering on a black background.
BLACK
TV MONITOR
Point of view from inside a small medicine cabinet. The door is opened creating a low hum, and throwing light on THX 1138, a man about thirty-five years old. He has a closely shaved head: which makes him appear bald. The image is distorted as seen over
THE BRIDGES OF MADISON COUNTY
Our story begins in 1965, on a hot afternoon in August.
FADE IN
EXT. IOWA LANDSCAPE - DAY
Rolling green hills, lush farmland, vast open space. Not a
house or sign of life in sight. On a long dusty road, a TRUCK
is driving across the screen. Clouds of dirt follow in its
tracks -- its motor, the only sound we hear.
INT. TRUCK - DAY
FRANCESCA JOHNSON is sitting in t
An ancient house, standing lonely in the middle of a deserted landscape in Northern Germany; lying there like a sleeping giant under the starry sky.
But something seems strange: All of the windows and doors have been nailed shut.
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The headlights of a car pierce the darkness. A car halts in the yard. Three MEN step out. One of them is wearing a police uniform. The men switch
"BLIND TRUST"
FADE IN:
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EXT. SUBURBAN HOUSE, 1983 -- EVENING
A typical house in a pleasant suburban neighborhood.
Spielberg country.
??
INT. BENOIT HOME -- EVENING
Whack!
A pick axe slams into a sofa, barely missing MELINDA BENOIT.
Sixteen, pretty, and athletic, Melinda scrambles over the
sofa, escapes the swinging pick axe. She runs to...
??
INT. BEDROOM -- EVENING
Slams the door closed, no lo