Female Trouble Script
I got lots
Of problems
Female trouble
Maybe Im twisted
Female trouble
They say Im a skank
But I dont care
Go ahead, put me
In your el-e-ectric chair
I got lots
Of problems
Female trouble
Maybe Im twisted
Female trouble
Hey, spare me your morals
Look, everyone does
What pleases me
Is paradise
I got lots
Of problems
Female trouble
Maybe Im twisted
Female trouble
Oink, oink
Oin
doctor
his family understood
most families did
right now I gotta answer the door
whos there?
its me . I forgot my key, open up
I guess you gotta beg
come on boy, beg
role reversal
usually its human
you better open up
just open the door
since youre the one who feeds me
Im gonna let you in this time
guess whos back from France
I got you from Paris
its for me
I can enjoy this present as well
you kno
female)
I cant wait for fresh vegetables...
Several voices suddenly break into argument..."vegetables?"
"shit," "burgers"...Suddenly another voice rises above the
others.
BECKS VOICE/ RADIO
Okay, cut the chatter. Youre
not out of here, yet. Whos the
hook? Seven?...You got a hook on
container 22?
A pause, then more voices.
SIXPACKS VOICE/ RADIO
(redneck drawl)
The mans asking if youre hooked
on 22
FEMALE NARRATOR
Forces hostile to the United States grow strong in the late 20th Century.
A DARK TABLEAU - CITY STREET - LOS ANGELES - NIGHT
Graffiti-smeared walls. Fires raging. Automatic weapons fire. Shadowy figures dash through the southern California night.
FEMALE NARRATOR
A great moral crisis grips the nation as social revolution and a breakdown of the criminal justice system threaten soc
female driver
to take the Nextel Cup! Wow!
Hey, Maggie!
You find anything yet?
- Not yet, Dad! Still looking!
- OK, honey.
- What do you think, hon?
- Nothing calls out to me.
Now, trust me.
Theres a certified
pre-owned champion out there
waiting to be discovered.
A car with the guts, the character,
the heart of a thoroughbred.
Dad! Its perfect!
OK, just think,
if this horn hadnt gone off,
I woul
DOCTOR, AND I DONT
BELIEVE...ITS FROM ANOTHER SITE...
TV Man 2: DO YOU BELIEVE THE DEAD ARE RETURNING TO
LIFE? THEY ARE TAKING THINGS!
TV Man 1: IM NOT SO...
TV Man 2: DO YOU BELIEVE THE DEAD ARE RETURNING TO
LIFE AND ATTACKING THE LIVING?
TV Man 1: IM NOT SO SURE WHAT TO BELIEVE DOCTOR!
9 Suddenly we cut into the studio, and we see the argument as it
is being shot.
TV Man 1: (cont)
ALL WE GET IS
Doctor..
NEKHORVICH
Well, yes. I suppose I am a bit anxious.
ETHAN
Theyre ready and waiting. Youll soon be
with old friends.
NEKHORVICH
(meaning Ethan)
Im with an old friend now, Dmitri.
ETHAN
Sorry it couldnt be under happier
circumstances.
NEKHORVICH
Yes, Im sorry too.. Youre sorry and Im
sorry..
(bemused laughter, then looks at Ethan)
- you do know Gradski thought the world of you.
Nekhor
DOCTOR.
A WOMANS FACE.
Screaming. Shes very young - a South American Indian - lying on a bed in a
corner of one of the houses. She is in the final throes of childbirth, a
sheet draped over her loins. The Doctor works between her legs, encouraging
her in Spanish.
The local PRIEST, not long out of the seminary, crouches at her side
counting off the beads of a rosary. He looks like he is about to p
female beauty,
Ms. Castillo was different,
her posture was perfect.
And she dressed like a
young associate
of a prestigious law firm.
There was a sophistication,
that set her apart.
She knows shes beautiful.
But shes not yet sure what
to do with her beauty.
No, dont take notes.
Because honestly, its not worth it.
Really, dont give it a thought.
A work of art reminds you of
who you are now.
Since
doctor is throwing beer mats through the crooked arm of another.]
First Doctor: One thousand and eight!
Nurse: Mrs Moores contractions are more frequent, doctor.
First Doctor: Good. Take her into the foetus-frightening room.
Nurse: Right.
[They pass through the delivery room.]
First Doctor: Bit bare in here today. isnt it?
Second Doctor: Yeees.
First Doctor: More apparatus please, nurse.
Nurse: Y