from all other races...
...is that they have no sense of ownership at all.
Where they live, theres nothing you can own.
Only trees and grass and animals.
These Bushmen have never seen a stone or a rock in their lives.
The hardest things they know are wood and bone.
They live in a gentle world, where nothing is as hard as rock, steel or concrete.
Only miles to the south, theres a vast city.
And he
THE LIMEY
by
LEM DOBBS
draft 08/03/98
NOTE: THE HARD COPY OF THIS SCRIPT CONTAINED SCENE NUMBERS.
THEY HAVE BEEN REMOVED FROM THIS SOFT COPY.
Wilsons first impression of Los Angeles was blue. He was in
the sky at the time, so it was a curious reversal, looking
down rather than up at the color he had always felt was
natures finest.
Swimming pools. Hundreds of them. Pockmarking the landscape
like m
Macbeth Script
Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Pour in sows blood
that hath eaten her nine farrow;
grease thats sweaten from the muderers gibbet
throw into the flame;
finger of birth-strangled babe,
ditch-deliverd by a drab;
Make the gruel thick and slab,
like a hell-broth boil and bubble,
for a charm of powerful trouble.
When shall we three meet again?
In thunder
from the inside, all exquisitely engineered to rig
in seconds, press new suction cups to the inside of the dangling
window pane. A small remote control clicker...
...RELEASES the outside suction cups. The windows weight now
supported by the interior rigging. The outside equipment pulled
INTO the apartment in a single tug. The WHINE of a motor, and the
pane pulls UP, the Thief expertly POPPING it