Just Like Heaven Script
Elizabeth.
- How long was I out?
- About six minutes.
Thanks.
- OK. Ill be right there.
- OK, Ill be outside. Hey, Fran.
What are you still doin here?
- How long you been on?
- Twenty-three.
Twenty-three?
Time to go, Elizabeth.
Thats not gonna get me
an attending slot.
Adams? She needs to know
how to redress her sutures,
but then she can be discharged.
No, no. Ellis needs
times, making mental errors. Finally she gets crash-shutters
open to reveal...
CLOUD STRATA sweeping up past the windscreen like floor-lights
on a dropping elevator. Were shedding big altitude.
INT. NAV-BAY - MAIN CABIN
OWENS
... crisis program selected Number Two of
this system because it shows at least some
oxygen and more than 1,500 -- would you
SHUT THE FUCK UP!
(hammers a button,
SILENCES AL
Times"? -Refresh me.
I believe he said something about me and that Hemingway guy.
-Yeah? -Yes.
-I think it slipped my mind. -Really, it slipped your mind?
Maybe I should refresh your memory.
Refreshing, here I go.
h, my God!
"Like Hemingway, he carves his sentences...
with a...
with a diamond cutters eye...
Leaving the best and the brightest."
-God, youre good! -I cant hear you!
I said youre good
Cell
FADE IN:
A SPECK OF DUST
Grains of sand dance in the wind. As we glide over a VAST
DESERT, the speck of dust becomes a HORSE AND RIDER.
CATHERINE YOUNG straddles the beautiful black animal, her
mesmerizing eyes scanning the horizon. A curious breeze
blows across her exquisite face and she drinks it in, as if
the wind itself were telling something to her...
Catherine sees a FLICKERING LIGHT
time.
SUPER: GLADYS LEEMAN, LOCAL CHAIRMAN, PAGEANT ORGANIZING
COMMITTEE.
DOCUMENTARIAN (O.S.)
Do you think that most people would
say that teenage beauty pageants are a
good idea?
GLADYS
Oh yah-sure, I know what some of your
big city, no bra wearin, hairy-legged
womens libbers say, "Pageants are old-
fashioned" and, uh, and "demeaning" to
the girls --
IRIS
(jumping in)
Whats sick is women