floor, crosses to a desk, finds a chewed-on pen. Turning back
to the beds we reveal--
THE LOWER BUNK
where Rudys cellmate, NICK MASON (32), rugged, mustached and
well-built, sleeps soundly. In contrast, his bed-wall is a COLLAGE OF
PHOTOGRAPHS, twenty, maybe thirty of them. Almost a mural.
All of them photos of A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG GIRL, mid-twenties,
smiling out from beaches, parties and snowy scen
pen and lunges at the FOURTEEN year old,
stabbing him repeatedly in the chest. They fall to the floor.
The ADULTS try to pull them apart. The NINE year old struggles
ferociously, SCREAMING and kicking like a mad man.
INT. HOSPITAL WARD - 1972 - DUSK
In the b.g. we see the Nine year old Boy sleeping. A DOCTOR
and the boys FATHER, a hard-looking MAN in his forties, walk
through the door. We MOVE wi
All Or Nothing Script
Gotta be careful, floors wet.
Do you want a hand?
Did you break down?
What? - Did you have an accident?
No. Some fucking monkey cunt nicked my bike, man.
Fucking cunt! Fucking cunt!
Here, Pen...
fancy going out?
When?
Saturday?
Yeah, right, then.
Dont be so enthusiastic.
One-three. - Yeah?
Im clearing Cranston Road in a minute or two.
Can you just wait?
Here.
Are you there,
and electrical tin openers.
Suddenly, as Renton crosses a road, a car skids to a halt, inches from him.
In a moment of detachment he stops and looks at the shocked driver, then at Spud, who has continued running, then at the Two Men, who are now closing in on him.
He smiles.
INT. SWANNEYS FLAT ROOM DAY
In a bare, dingy room, Renton lies on the floor, alone, motionless and drugged.
RENTON (V.O.)
Flirting Script
I remember the smells most.
Stale lockers with fruitcakes
rotting into the wood.
Crusty shoe polish.
Damp towels.
Quink ink for fountain pens.
Disinfectant on the floors
of the shower block.
Fresh chalk.
Moldy oranges blue with mildew.
And on a rainy day...
the deep, rank, wild smell
of discarded football boots.
And I remember pain.
But...only vaguely.
I had a thick hide by then.
floor with her own camera. And
amidst all the vengeful shouts and wails, a curious thing
happens:
As one of the Patients picks up the Nurses blood-spattered
camera and puts it to his eye, the image on screen abruptly
SMASHES TO:
INT. CEREBRAL HYGIENE ROOM - CONTINUED - GRAINY BLACK & WHITE
-- and dead silence -- and we find ourselves watching old
soundless 16mm footage of what happened next: a bl
floors it.
EXT. ROAD
As Rods car tears off, down the road, the other car that was parked at
lovers lane drives up and pulls over, lights still off.
EXT. WOODS
Stacy heads deeper into the woods. When she finally stops to catch her
breath and wipe away her tears, she hears someone approaching her.
Suddenly, the footsteps stop. Stacy senses that someone is watching her.
STACY
Rod?
No answer.
STACY
I
FIGHT CLUB
by
Jim Uhls
based on a novel by
Chuck Palahnuik
2/16/98
SCREEN BLACK
JACK (V.O.)
People were always asking me, did I
know Tyler Durden.
FADE IN:
INT. SOCIAL ROOM - TOP FLOOR OF HIGH RISE -- NIGHT
TYLER has one arm around Jacks shoulder; the other hand
holds a HANDGUN with the barrel lodged in JACKS MOUTH.
Tyler is sitting in Jacks lap.
They are both sweating and disheveled, both around
floor rooftop.
His parents argue
three stories below.
Her accidental shotgun blast
hits Sydney in the stomach...
as he passes the arguing
sixth floor window.
He is killed instantly,
but continues to fall...
only to find,
five stories below...
a safety net
installed three days prior...
for a set of window washers
that wouldve broken his fall...
and saved his life... if not
for the hole in his stom
The Jacket Script
- Target four. Wanna take the other truck?
- Roger.
Move by the truck.
Move in right there.
Roger. Hes wounded. Hit him.
Start hitting the truck.
Get the truck and him.
Go forward of it and hit him.
Roger.
Go ahead and store that.
Another guy moving right through.
Good. Fire. Hit him.
Get down on the floor.
I said, down. Down.
You. Down. Now.
Let me see your hands.
Let me see yo