It is 7:14 P.M., Monday, September 22, 1975, and we are watching the network news programs on CBS, NBC, ABC and UBS-TV, the network of our story. The AUDIO is OFF; and head shots of WALTER CRONKITE, JOHN CHANCELLOR, HOWARD K. SMITH and HARRY REASONER, and of course, the anchorman of our network, HOWARD BEALE, silently flit and flicker across the four television screens, interspersed with the news
Nighthawks Script
You talk, we cut your face, hear?
Your purse. Put it in my hand, bitch.
I said put it in my hand!
You busted my mouth!
- Come on, he-man.
- Ill cut you, man.
I got the hots for ya.
Drop it. Drop it!
Drop it!
You got one more shot to drop it, man.
- Ill cut you, man.
- Come on, badass.
Come on. Cut me, badass.
Come on. Come for me.
Come on.
Come on! Come on, badass.
You got the r
Silent and endless. The stars shine like the love of God... cold and remote. Against them drifts a tiny chip of technology.
CLOSER SHOT
It is the NARCISSUS, lifeboat of the ill-fated star-freighter Nostromo. Without interior or running lights it seems devoid of life. The PING of a RANGING RADAR grows louder, closer. A shadow engulfs the Narcissus. Searchlights flash on, playing over the tiny ship
THREE KINGS
a screenplay by
David O. Russell
Story by
John Ridley and David O. Russell
Draft Date: 6/22/98
FADE IN:
EXT. IRAQI DESERT - DAY
WIDE ANGLE POV of wide open desert, flat grey sky.
THE CAMERA is running forward, toward a big sand berm in the
distance. There are O.S. sounds: SOLDIERS EQUIPMENT
CLANKING, BOOTS RUNNING ON SAND. Hear a MANs BREATHING.
The back of his helmeted head and his u
A SILHOUETTED MAN in front of mirror dons his Marine dress blues. Spit polish shoes laced. Medals clipped to jacket. All in CLOSEUP. We never see him fully.
The Man puts HIS HAT squarely on his head. EYES glint.
On the mans dresser: MARINE MEMORABILIA. Three Purple Hearts, photos of a WOMAN (his wife), PHOTOS OF MARINES in combat locales.
TIGHTER INTO THE PHOTOS
We HEAR PANICKED VOICES, EXPLOSION
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