metal wire with an unusual fascination.
The boy looks up at HIS WORRIED PARENTS - a sturdy-
looking couple who try to smile and comfort him.
The corridor comes to a junction where it splits in
several different directions.
Soldiers here push the mob using rifles as pikes,
screaming and terrorizing the lot of them. Suddenly it
is clear what they are doing. They are dividing the mob
into smaller gr
The Living Daylights Script
Gentlemen,
this may only be an exercise so far as
the Ministry of Defence is concerned,
but for me it is a matter of pride that the
-Section has been chosen for this test.
Your objective is to penetrate
the radar installations of Gibraltar.
The SAS have been placed
on full alert to intercept you,
but I know you wont let me down.
Good luck, men.
Oh, blast!
Damn!
Thats i
for or minutes
while the carpenters
repaired the chair.
They burnt
the transformer up.
Fortunately,
due to the quick thinking
of the prison electrician,
they had some cable,
they ran some wires
over the prison wall...
and tapped into
the outside power line...
without the consent
of the power company, but
there was no objection later.
They had one execution...
where the transforme
metal caribiner
clips, yellow Kevlar ropes. So superbly practiced, the rigging is
placed in seconds, huge SUCTION CUPS pressed to the surface of the
glass. The Thief reaches to a metal rectangle at the top of the
rigging, touches a button, a motor WHINES, the ropes TIGHTEN and
the window...
...POPS FREE, hangs SUSPENDED by the Kevlar ropes which amazingly
sustain its awesome weight. The huge pane
Equus Script
Afterwards, he says, they always embrace.
The animal digs his sweaty brow
into his cheek...
and they stand in the dark for an hour...
Like a necking couple.
And of all nonsensical things,
I keep thinking about the horse...
not the boy, the horse,
and what he might be trying to do.
I keep seeing the huge head,
kissing him with its chained mouth...
nudging through the metal,
some desir
objects.
My name is Charles Pellegrino.
I was one of the historians and
biologists on the expedition.
We tend to think of it
in st-century eyes.
Im Don Lynch,
and I studied the "Titanic"
based upon the testimony and
accounts of passengers and crew.
The people who were there
and witnessed it.
My name is Ken Marschall.
Ive been studying the "Titanic"
for over three decades now.
I checked it out.
Th
metal drums leaking
toxic waste, radioactive waste, dumped in the depths, away from prying
eyes, and populated areas.
The vessel drops into the SULU BASIN. Imagine the Grand Canyon under
forty thousand feet of water. But the Sulu Basin is ten times the size
of the Grand Canyon. Down here, ten thousand fathoms below the storm,
all is calm.
The dual TURBO-PROPS on the ear of the submersible KICK ON
object.
Can this cockpit hold
the vasty fields of France
or may we cram
within this wooden "o"...
the very casques that did affright
the air at Agincourt?
Oh, pardon.
Let us, ciphers
to this great account,
on your imaginary forces work.
For it is your thoughts
that now must deck our kings,
carry them here, there,
jumping oer times,
turning the accomplishment of
many years into an hourglass.
For t
metal music
playing loudly]
[Music continues]
Hey, you mind
turning that down?
Well, I, um...
Music... D-Do you mind
turning that down?
[Music plays louder]
[Brakes squeal]
[Hydraulic hiss]
[Heavy-metal music
continues]
[Hydraulic hiss]
[Barking]
[Chain rattles]
[Barking continues
in distance]
[Keys jingle]
Kirsty: Why dont you come
to bed?
Trevor: Okay.
[Laughs]
[Sighs]
Hey,
turn off the light.
metal
nearly seven feet tall. It is a motorized diving suit and
we see the stenciled name, WILLIE across the front
breastplate. As it pivots we see the stationary worklights
around the base of a large underwater mining operation, THE
SHACK. Then a womans voice.
WILLIES VOICE
(womans voice)
Six to Shack. Im the hook.
INSIDE THE SHACK/ CONTROL ROOM
littered with papers, half-full coffee cups, and a