PLASTIC MAN
by
Larry and Andy Wachowski
March 17, 1995
FADE IN:
INT. CAGE
We are a lab mouse.
Our world is a cage; the laboratory beyond the wire mesh
has the sprawling limitlessness of a universe with dark
endless voids and immense technological instruments
gleaming with celestial light.
We can hear a WOMANS VOICE though we cant understand
what she is saying.
There are several other lab mice in
"HUNTER"
Written by
Jim Thomas and John Thomas
"HUNTER"
FADE IN
1 EXT. OUTER SPACE 1
The infinite blackness punctuated by a billion stars.
As we slowly DESCEND through the varied shades of blue
of the Earths atmosphere, we HEAR the first strains of
a haunting, Central American FLUTE, joined by a swelling
background of JUNGLE SOUNDS. We descend further,
through a lush JUNGLE CANOPY, backlit by a s
The Lion In Winter Script
Come for me!
Youre gaining on it, Johnny.
Am I, father? Am I really?
Off you go now.
Run along and practice.
Hell make a good king.
Hell be ready.
Thats the way.
Come on, my son!
Have you found religion,
Henry?
Will you look down from heaven and
see whos sitting on your throne?
I must know before I die.
Theres a legend of a king called
Lear, with whom I have a lot in com
Predator
Written by
Jim Thomas and John Thomas
FADE IN
1 EXT. OUTER SPACE 1
The infinite blackness punctuated by a billion stars.
As we slowly DESCEND through the varied shades of blue
of the Earths atmosphere, we HEAR the first strains of
a haunting, Central American FLUTE, joined by a swelling
background of JUNGLE SOUNDS. We descend further,
through a lush JUNGLE CANOPY, backlit by a setting su
FREDDYS DEAD - THE FINAL NIGHTMARE
FADE IN:
INT. DC-10 AIRLINER - NIGHT
JACOB JOHNSON is sleeping. It doesnt look like a pleasant
experience. He is sixteen, dirty blonde, his eyes visibly
moving under closed lids as he sits huddle under a blanket in
his window seat. The lights are dim -- the shade on the
window closed -- a bead of sweat dribbles down his forehead.
The HUMMING of the jets eng