My Favorite Martian Script
Mars surface ops, this is Houston. Were go for data.
Copy, Houston. Base pedal temp good. Remote pedal actuator good.
Probe primary and auxiliary transponders a-okay.
Shunt voltage three zero.
D.S.N. uplink rate is now 113.
Copy. Well see if we can better that for you.
This is the probes
We need all the data we can get.
Uh, standby. Were getting a low current level here
The remorseless drought had lasted now for ten million years, and would not end for another million. The reign of the terrible lizards had long since passed, but here on the continent which would one day be known as Africa, the battle for survival had reached a new climax of ferocity, and the victor was not yet in sight. In this dry and barren land, only the small or the swift or the fierce could
-- TERMINATOR 2 SCRIPT --
1 ext. city street - day 1
Downtown L.A. Noon on a hot summer day. On an EXTREME LONG LENS the
lunchtime crowd stacks up into a wall of humanity. In SLOW MOTION they
move in herds among the glittering rows of cars jammed bumper to bumper.
Heat ripples distort the torrent of faces. The image is surreal,
dreamy... and like a dream it begins very slowly to
dissolve to:
2 e
Silent and endless. The stars shine like the love of God... cold and remote. Against them drifts a tiny chip of technology.
CLOSER SHOT
It is the NARCISSUS, lifeboat of the ill-fated star-freighter Nostromo. Without interior or running lights it seems devoid of life. The PING of a RANGING RADAR grows louder, closer. A shadow engulfs the Narcissus. Searchlights flash on, playing over the tiny ship
Downtown L.A. Noon on a hot summer day. On an EXTREME LONG LENS the lunchtime crowd stacks up into a wall of humanity. In SLOW MOTION they move in herds among the glittering rows of cars jammed bumper to bumper. Heat ripples distort the torrent of faces. The image is surreal, dreamy... and like a dream it begins very slowly to...
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. CITY RUINS - NIGHT
Same spot as the last shot, bu