steel tank, rubbing his
skin raw with a wire brush. JEROME MORROW.
Having completed his scrupulous ablutions, Jerome arches his
lean frame through the small, oval door of the metal room
with practised ease.
Securing the thick, fireproof windowed door behind himself, he
turns a switch to release gas into the vacated chamber. The gas
instantly ignites in what is now revealed to be a gleaming
modern
parched lips, glazed eyes.
BELLOWS of respirators push in and out, labored, failing.
IMAGE RESOLVES TO A VIDEO ON A SCREEN.
PULL BACK to reveal a number of SCREENS, each with a
different set of images. We are in a NEWS VAN. A
TECHNICIAN and DIRECTOR sit watching.
The voice belongs to an ANCHORMAN whos now overimposed.
ANCHORMAN
Only after the numbers had reached into
the thousands were officials
parched terrain, the tiny fields of cultivation, strands of sound are woven through the main titles, borne on the wind, images from the life we are seeking:
British: "Who the hell is he?!", lower class British: "I dont know, sir." . . . "My name is Gandhi. Mohandas K. Gandhi." . . . A womans voice, tender, soft: "You are my best friend, my highest guru . . . and my sovereign lord." . . . A man (G
hair combed straight back above steel-rimmed glasses.
GLORIA PEREZ walks at his side. Shes a good six inches shorter
than Ray, with a sweet face. Attractive but no stunner.
About five kids applaud. Ray takes the podium.
RAY
Thank you for having us. Well each
talk for ten or fifteen minutes, then
open it up to your questions...
IN THE AUDIENCE
Suzie Toller suddenly gets to her feet. As she pas
Legally Blonde Script
Here it is!
Thanks.
Did you guys sign it?
Did you sign the card?
And five and four and--
Hey, girls, sign!
All right! Here you go!
- Elles gonna love it! - Thanks.
You go, girl!
Hi, girls! Here, sign!
Thanks!
There she is.
Thank you.
I love that restaurant!
I heard Madonna went into labor there.
Oh, gosh! I have to go shopping!
Ill see you tonight. Bye.
Bruiser, whats this?