Tiled roofs, the stark white stucco of a colonial town square. Black iron bars at a bank. A briefcase carried in a mans hand. A snipers rifle being assembled. Thick blocks of hundred dollar bills. Placed in the briefcase. A mans teeth as he smiles grimly at the sight.
Sounds over a SUBJECTIVE VIEW. The BRIEFCASE SNAPS SHUT. A VAULT DOOR SLAMS. RUBBER SOLES WALK a tiled floor. Ahead, brilliant, w
Krypton, is empty for the moment. But the signs of its members are ever-present: around the great floating slab that is their conference table each has his (or her) own console of crystals - a transparent container marked with the identifying insignia, c.f. the symbols on each of their robes in Part I.
As Non and Ursa follow two paces behind. Zod strides along the slab, ignoring console after con
Of glowing honey-colored stones. Their shapes ABSTRACT as THE CAMERA EXAMINES air bubbles and crystalline patterns.
MOVING UP AND OVER this amber abstraction, the CAMERA FINDS unusual shapes and imperfections caught in the glassy stone: flecks of dirt, hairs, cracks. STILL MOVING. STARBURSTS OF LIGHT ricochet off the different surfaces of the stones.
CAMERA TURNS along a creamy stretch of amber.
Runaway Bride
Screenplay by
Sarah Parriott & Josann McGibbon
FADE IN
EXT. AN IMPOSSIBLE EXPANSE OF MARYLAND FARMLAND - DAY
The wind rustles the endless field of corn, blows over the
freshly mown meadow of soybeans, and magically sways a copse of
trees.
Its a Fall after-noon. A SUDDEN POUNDING OF GALLOPING HOOVES
breaks the peace and... A HORSE and RIDER burst between the rows
of corn into th
The camera is moving toward an Indian city. We are high and far away, only the sound of the wind as we grow nearer and nearer, and through the passing clouds these words appear:
No mans life can be encompassed in one telling. There is no way to give each year its allotted weight, to include each event, each person who helped to shape a lifetime. What can be done is to be faithful in spirit to the
Almost Famous Script
All right, you chipmunks. Ready to sing your song?
- I뭠l say we are! - Lets sing it now.
Okay, Simon?
Okay, Theodore?
Okay, Alvin?
Christmas, Christmas time is near
Time for toys and time for cheer
Weve been good but we cant last
Hurry, Christmas Hurry fast
Want a plane that loops the loop
Me, I want a hula hoop
We can hardly stand the wait
Please, Christmas Don뭪 be late
SUPERMAN LIVES
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Written by
Kevin Smith
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EXT. SPACE
An Alien craft floats through the void, approaching a slow-moving
ASTEROID.
INT. ALIEN CRAFT
Two humanoid ALIENS dressed in uniforms pilot their craft nearer
to the asteroid.
ALIEN #1
Receiving a signal from an alien system,
but theres interference on the channels.
ALIEN #2
Once we get past this asteroid, it should
clear up.
Suddenly, THRO
is applied to a paper mache surface, and a popsicle stick is pressed into place. (We are TOO TIGHT to see the object being constructed.)
CLOSEUP - KRISTEN PARKER
Kristen (16) is strikingly pretty, despite the dark, tired circles under her eyes. Shes exhausted, but desperately trying to stay awake. She wears pajamas and robe.
Her head nods, her eyelids close. She snaps herself awake.
CLOSEUP - THE
H20
FADE IN:
EXT. STREET - NIGHT - SUBURBIA
Langley, Illinois. A quiet suburb located fifty miles
outside of Chicago.
SUPER the legend: "Langley, Illinois. October 28th 1998"
A HOUSE
nestled in the middle of a tree-lined street. A Honda Civic
pulls into a darkened driveway, the headlights are
extinguished...
PAMELA WHITTINGTON, a middle-aged woman in full registered
nurse attire, emerges from the
A hand reaches for it, bringing the receiver up to the face of CASEY BECKER, a young girl, no more than sixteen. A friendly face with innocent eyes.
CASEY
Hello.
MANS VOICE
(from phone)
Hello.
Silence.
CASEY
Yes.
MAN