CHARADE
FADE IN (BEFORE TITLES)
1. EXT. FRENCH COUNTRYSIDE -- DUSK
Silence -- complete silence for the urbanite, though the
oncoming darkness is punctuated by the sounds of farm
country -- a few birds, a distant rumble of thunder from
some heavy clouds on the horizon, a dogs barking.
CAMERA PANS the green, squared-off flatland, lit only by
a fine sunset in its final throes. Then, gradually,
start
Riders on horseback cross the desert. From this distance they appear to be a company of Army Cavalry Soldiers.
CLOSER ANGLES ON THE RIDERS
Reveal only details of saddles, hooves and uniforms. The riders are silhouetted against the rising sun as they ride into an ancient CLIFF PUEBLO.
The OFFICER IN COMMAND raises his hand halting his troops.
OFFICER
Dis-mount!
RIDERS climb down from their mounts.
Overboard Script
Dock five, the Immaculata?
Its over there!
Oh!
I cannot, I repeat, cannot
sit in this cesspool by the sea
with nothing to do.
So, while you repair your silly boat
engines, I will do some remodelling.
- Ive sent for a carpenter.
- Whatever, diddums. Im shooting skeet.
Hello!
Mr Stayton? Anybody home?
- Hello!
- State your purpose!
- Nice-looking Wetherby you got.
- Its a very expe
Even Cowgirls Get The Blues Script
Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear Sissy...
The surprise of Sissy Hankshaw
is that she did not grow up
a neurotic disaster.
If you were a small girl
in a low-income suburb
of Richmond, Virginia,
as Sissy was,
and your own daddy
sometimes makes jokes
about you being
"all thumbs,"
then you toughen up...
or you shatter.
...Happy birth
Eddie Izzard: Dress To Kill Script
San Francisco.
Town city of gleaming spires.
People live here.
Golden Gate Bridge.
The Romans came here.
They built buildings with things.
Ducks. Cows. Cows who look weird.
And convicts.
(# Spooky modern jazz)
Criminal element.
San Francisco is no exception.
Criminals who look quite ordinary
but are more criminal
than you could ever guess.
lm taken in their
pris