she wouldnt have
to marry this man.
Or Saint Katherine of Alexandria.
They tried to kill her by crushing
her to death on a wheel.
But she made the wheel explode
and all the splinters
killed people in the crowd.
The patron Saint of fireworks.
Thats where we get
the Catherine wheel from.
I did say thank you, Damian.
Right, I brought in this picture.
This is a hero of mine.
Who knows who this is?
garlic.
He breezes through unchallenged, exiting into the--
8 INT. MAIN HALL - NIGHT
Here the party is in full swing. Harry blends smoothly into
the crowd of foreign dignitaries, businessman and minor mid-
east nobility. They are a high-octane mixture of new oil money
and old European money, and run the spectrum from stodgy
bankers to playboy arms dealers.
Harry strolls amiably among the glitteri
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- a tourist, visiting a friend,
was struck...
... by a -pound block as he
walk ed down the stage-door alley.
The cinder block hit me
on the flat side...
... of the block itself,
as if it were hurled at me.
- when the ferry dock ed,
he was napping.
A deck hand wok e him and told
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Night Flier Script
( radio static )
( man )
1-0-1 BRAVO LIMA,
COME IN, OVER.
- -
BRAVO LIMA,
I CANT HAVE YOU SITTING
IN THE MIDDLE OF MY RUNWAY,
RESPOND, OVER.
THIS IS BUCK KENDALL
TRYING YOU AGAIN.
- -
BRAVO LIMA,
YOU GOTTA MOVE IT,
AND I MEAN NOW NOT LATER.
WHY DO ALL THE WEIRD ONES
HAVE TO FLY AT NIGHT ?
OKAY.
YOU DONT
WANNA M
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
GLADIATOR
by
David Franzoni
FIRST DRAFT REVISED
April 4, 1998
FADE IN:
EXT. NEAR THE GERMAN FRONT - 180 A.D. - DAWN
The rising sun unveils steep hills and luxuriant mountains
untouched by man. Snow flurries dart in the frigid air
and on the horizon CROWS gather.
EXT. DIRT ROAD
A column of Praetorian Cavalry flank two enclosed wagons
as they rattle along a rock and log accordion road. On
all sides
The sun shines brightly on the classic facade of the main library at Fifth Avenue and 42nd Street. In the adjacent park area, pretty hustlers and drug peddlers go about their business.
FRONT STEPS
A few people lounge on the steps flanked by the familiar stone lions.
INT. MAIN READING ROOM - DAY
People are dotted throughout the room sitting at the long oak tables polished by decades of use. Readin
A Texas Ranger patrol car pulls into the parking lot and a real live Texas Ranger, EARL MCGRAW, steps out. McGraw is in full ranger uniform - button shirt, cowboy hat, boots, mirrored shades, tin star and a colt revolver on his hip.
Its about an hour and a half before sundown and McGraw is off duty for the day.
The only other car in the parking lot is a 1975 Plymouth
(Charley Varricks car).
INT.
Malloy sits over a table fiddling with the tape. He is young, half-shaven, dressed in T shirt and jeans. He looks too --
LOUIS, who stands by the window, looking out on the streeet, with his back to Mallowy. Louis is dressed in an old-fashioned suit.
LOUIS
So you want me to tell you the story of my life...
MALLOY
Thats what I do. I interview people. I collect lives. F.M. radio. F.F.R.C. I just