always believed you,
everything youve ever told me.
Those five years you been away, I know
they must have been terrible for you.
I mean... being locked up
must be a terrible thing.
You know something?
This may sound funny, but...
waiting for you all those years
and staying by myself,
it was like... not that you were locked in,
but I was locked out.
Look at me. First time were together
in five
SOUND. A door is
slowly opened. Light streaks out into a hallway. We see the
NINE year old. He is barefoot and wearing pajamas. He looks
up. Drops of BLOOD drip from a crack in the ceiling above.
The Boy moves towards a staircase at the end of the hall.
INT. BEDROOM - 1972 - NIGHT
The Boy enters, takes a few steps into the room and stops. He
stares ahead blankly.
HIS POV: WOMANS ARM - CLOSE SHOT
sound of that.
-Just made it, Marisa.
-I always do.
-Good morning, Marisa.
-Whats up, Keef?
Hows the weather?
Sunshine. Thats nice.
Anything good on?
He opened the door for the paper.
The wife just pushed him out.
That nasty butt first thing
in the morning, ld kick him out too.
Oh, my God. Wait a minute. Hes
one of mine, the lactose intolerant.
I like how you name the people.
What do you call me
location, one that she and I both felt comfortable with and she said, "How much can you spend?" I said, "What it takes to see your bush. I know its a big one." She said "twenty-five dollars," which to a working man is not chicken feed. I produced the money and she put it in her shoe and pulled up her skirt. There before me lay a thin, crooked, uncircumcised penis. You can imagine how badly I want
sound mind
and broken legs...
...do hereby leaveth my bear rifle...
...to whatever finds it.
Lord hope it be a white man.
lt is a good rifle...
...and killed the bear that killed me.
Anyway, l am dead.
Yours truly, Hatchet Jack.
A caliber Hawkin!
Come on, you.
Thatll be far enough, pilgrim!
Where are you?
Youre a fine target, pilgrim!
Empty your hand.
l aint seen no live man in months.
l am Bear
sound.
What I really do, is sell kitsch to redneck.
Now I train some other
schmuck to do it.
- May I ask a question?
- Yes, go ahead.
Would you kindly be telling me,
what is kitsch, and what is redneck,
and what is schmuck?
Kitsch is garbage that people buy.
- Redneck basically mean farmer.
- Farmer?
and schmuck?
That mean a nice guy.
You the person Im here to train?
Sorry, I didnt realize that.
Location, location, location.
God, I love this city. All right, girls.
Just look around. I mean, every one of them, unique, special,
like snowflakes.
And with such a plethora...
Calendar word meaning abundance, of gorgeousness and diversity,
well, how could a man ever choose to settle down with just one?
I myself subscribe more to the European philosophy of life.
My priorities leaning towards win
TRON
Based on the screenplay by
Steven Lisberger and Bonnie MacBird
??
Fourth Draft Screenplay by
Charlie Haas
April 6, 1981
??
BLACKNESS
1 THE ELECTRONIC WORLD 1
On one side of the screen, computer programming language is being
printed, and we HEAR the sound of an electronic keyboard. In the
center of the screen, glowing lines inscribe a rough computer
simulation of a figure, in response to the
PEARL HARBOR
by
Randall Wallace
EARLY DRAFT
Out of BLACK we hear the sound of an airplane roaring by.
EXT. POV OF AN AIRPLANE
Flying over American heartland. We see the earth through the
pilots perspective as sky and ground swap positions, the
plane swooping down and storming over the ground.
THE PLANE
is a biplane, racing over a field lush with young plants. It
releases a trail of crop spray, an
Sounds like the same OBrien to her.
OBRIEN
You know, Ive been following your
work at Argon Labs.
Her smile disappears.
OBRIEN
Ive been thinking about you a lot
all these years, locked up in my
cell. Id tear through every issue
of the Midwest Science Journal
looking for your latest findings,
watching as you slowly worked your
polymerization experiments up
through single celled organisms to
that ho