Love And a .45 Script
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All crime all the time.
Excuse me, son.
Where do you keep the anti-acids?
That aisle, right-hand side.
Third shelf from the bottom.
Thatll be $ . .
Arent you a little young
to be working the night shift...
...hombre?
I lied about my age.
How old are you, son?
Fourteen.
Shouldnt
THE INSIDER
written by
ERIC ROTH & MICHAEL MANN
11/5/99
FADE IN:
All we can see is black filling the screen... Black on
black...
INT. A JEEP, LEBANON - DAY
And were in a speeding SOVIET JEEP... Two men in front,
shouldering assault rifles. HEZBOLLAH SOLDIERS... And there
are three MEN in the back. A middle-aged Man wearing a tired
suit and tinted sunglasses trying to hold on. And on either
side o
gear in the background.
ALVYS VOICE
You know, I have a hyperactive imagination.
My mind tends to jump around a little, and
have some trouble between fantasy and reality.
CUT TO:
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Full shot of people in bumper cars thoroughly enjoying bumping into each other
as Alvy father stands in the center of the track directing traffic.
ALVYS VOICE
My father ran the bumper-car concession.
(Alvy as a chil
side the hull of Titanic. Were out here using robot technology to go further into the wreck that anybody has done before. TV REPORTER: Your expedition is at the center of a storm of controversy over salvage rights, and even ethics. Media are calling you a grave robber. BROCK: Well, nobody ever called the recovery of the artifacts LIZZY: What is it? OLD ROSE: Turn that up, dear. BROCK: I have muse
side-
scan sonar array. The sub is running uncomfortably close to the cliff walls.
EXEC
(low, to Captain)
Its getting tight in here.
CAPTAIN
We can still give him a haircut. Helm, come
right to oh six niner, down five degrees.
HELMSMAN
Coming right to oh six niner, sir. Down five
degrees.
NAVIGATOR
Port side clearance one hundred twenty feet
narrowing to seventy-five. Sir, we have a
proximity war
side of a building, then:
A line of shadowy figures walks out. Men, dressed in black full-
length coats, bald...
The STRANGERS walk silently out into the city.
INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT
SHADOWS DANCE - in and out of darkness. A hooded light-bulb
swings IN SLOW MOTION from the ceiling, its dim light REVEALS:
A GLASS SYRINGE - broken on the floor.
Clothes on a chair...
Puddles of water on the floor...
side
of the law youre on,
You got to play
by the rules.
Thats exactly what you
told the jury, wasnt it?
We lay out the evidence,
let them do the right thing.
So, why didnt they?
Ill get us
a couple of drinks.
Id love another bacardi
and cranberry.
Thanks, honey.
Yeah, thanks, honey.
Aw, dont thank me.
So, I thought youd
given up on attorneys.
Well, everyones
got their thing.
Is that what it is?
W
SIDENT WILLIAM HARRISON MITCHELL appears,
accompanied by his wife ELLEN and loyal dog Cupcakes. They
smile from the landing and wave to the world -- a postcard of
themselves.
TRACKING SHOT - FIRST FAMILY
"HAIL TO THE CHIEF" RINGS OUT across the grounds. For-
midably handsome Bill Mitchell is fit and in his early forties.
His wife Ellen, still in her early thirties, is considered a
classical beaut
gear on board.
-You got the charts?
-Oh, yeah.
Why so many?
WouIdnt want somebody to Iook
at them and follow us.
-Howd I get so Iucky?
-Youre the Iaw west of the Pecos.
Yeah, I used to be
the Iaw west of the Pecos.
Now Im cashing out.
-You got your picture took.
-Is that why Im cashing out?
If you say it, its right.
Youre the brass ring, babe.
GIad you Iike me.
Off you go.
See you tonight.
Stay i
side.
INT. CAR
We see SAM DEEDS, the Sheriff, driving. Sam is 40, quietly
competent to the point of seeming a bit moody.
He sees something up ahead. MUSIC, CREDITS END as Sam pulls
off the road and we see the sergeants standing in the scrub
EXT. SCRUB -- DAY -- BONES
The hand and forearm down to the elbow of the skeleton are
visible now.
WIDER
Cliff stands looking at the arm with Sam. MIKEY is a