hero
cops...
MIKE
Appreciate, that vote of confidence,
Brook.
BROOKLYN
Hey, am I supportive, or what?
ANGLE ON TOMMY: in the hallway, trying to show SCOTTYS
date -- a "real" BIMBO, whos spilling out of her woolly
sweater and tight jeans -- how to stand on his SKATEBOARD.
She shrieks a laugh, toppling off. HELEN, passing by with
an empty platter, catches the action.
??
INT. KITCHEN - SAME
ELLIE, a
Network Script
This story is about Howard
Beale, the news anchorman on UBS TV.
In his time, Howard Beale
had been a mandarin of televisin,
the grand old man of news, with a HUT
rating of and a audience share.
In however,
his fortunes began to decline.
He fell to a share.
The following year his wife died
and he was left a childless widower
with an eight rating and a share.
He became morose and iso
heroes. May
this year of Our Lord 1536 bring
victory to the Clan Macleod.
VILLAGERS
(cheering)
Death and damnation to the
Fraziers! Long live the Clan
MacLeod!
Riding in the column:
CONNER MACLEOD
The ice hockey spectator, 466 years earlier. The same age
but rough-hewn, not yet possessing the quiet strength of
later years. Eyes alight, huge claymore sword strapped to
his side.
Carved into the bla
The Majestic Script
-What about the kid who rings the bell? -What kid? What bell?
The kid. After the mine caves in, he rings the bell to alert the town.
-Is that in the script? -What if we gave the kid a disease?
-A disease? -Braces on the leg, that sort of thing.
-But he runs. -He could hobble.
A How Green Was My Valley thing. Is that McDowall kid available?
-Too old. Plus, hes English. -So?
-Th
hero. Harry floats with just his eyes above
the surface, silent as a water snake, as a guard passes on a
footpath nearby.
After a few beats Harry slips out of his tanks and fins,
letting them sink, and climbs the frozen ladder onto the dock.
He moves like a ninja into the shadows of the boathouse.
Opening a WATERPROOF BAG, he pulls out a walky talky.
HARRY
Honey, Im home.
5 INT. / EXT. SURVEILLAN