drivin the horses,
whippin em.
And theyre spittin and frothin
all at the mouth.
And theyre comin right at us.
And I see the future.
Theres no death,
cause you and l,
were angels.
That is poetry.
I love you, Mal.
I know you do, baby.
Ive loved you
since the day we met.
(studio audience applause)
Hi, Dad,
how was work?
What work?
Im unemployed.
Where the (bleep)
have you been, huh?
Well, you look n
exclusive stop-action camera.
Come on.
Lets play ball.
OK, lets go. (gives instructions)
(siren)
(woman sobbing)
Please, Mother. Hell be all right.
Do you suppose maybe
its something... internal?
How would l know?
lm a lawyer, not a doctor.
Children!
Jeffrey. Ginger. Cut that out.
This is a hospital.
Let em. If theyre gonna break a leg,
this is the place to do it.
Oh, l... Im terribly sorry.
All
Pitch black. Dead quiet. Dim faint light appears in the distance, approaching, growing larger. As the light nears, we recognize car headlights. Closer and closer until the car is bearing down upon us with great force. . .
2 INT. CAR 2
Two men in the front seat, FISHER and MOORE. Fisher drives. All seems quite normal until we take a closer look, sweat matts hair, dirt stains on white tuxedo shirts
SAM ACE ROTHSTEIN, a tall, lean, immaculately dressed man approaches his car, opens the door, and gets inside to turn on the ignition.
ACE: (Voice-over) When you love someone, youve gotta trust them. Theres no other way. Youve got to give them the key to everything thats yours. Otherwise, whats the point? And, for a while . . . I believed thats the kind of love I had.
(Suddenly, the car explode
Ali Script
Thank you very kindly.
Ladies and gentlemen, right now wed like to introduce...
the star of our show, the young man youve all been waiting for.
So lets all get together and welcome him to the stage with a great big hand.
How about it for Sam Cooke?
Before we do anything, we?d like to say how are you doing out there?
- Is everyone feeling all right? - Yeah!
How are you doing?
- You doin