boy. Hes picking me up
this morning.
CHIP
Here we go again.
MISTY
Hes really cute!
MOM
(Watching the cute little
birds nibbling seed from
the bird-feeder in kitchen
window)
Cute is not enough, Misty.
You know that.
CHIP
She sure can pick em!
MISTY
(Exasperated)
He goes to college with me!
DAD
Leave her alone, Chip.
(To MOM)
I think its great she has a
new beau, Beverly.
MOM smiles kindly, picks u
boy, beside an open cellar door, who
gestures towards the open door. "IT" looks down.
"IT"
(a low gasp)
Heyy!
(then he shouts to all
and to us)
Heyy!
We DOLLY IN fast to, and TILT DOWN into, open cellar, into:
CLOSE SHOT -- A LEG
A skeletal leg in a rotted fume of stocking and a high-heeled shoe. We
HOLD a moment, then PULL UP and AWAY over the converging heads of several
CHILDREN. A CHILD whim
boy.
Ill lower his temperature some,
I promise you.
All right, hot shot. Were going to finish
this discussion behind the woodshed.
Thanks a whole lot!
Relax, you can charge a stud fee
by the time that story gets around.
If Im still alive.
I couldve gotten hurt back there.
So could I. Aint it lucky you were handy?
- You should take me along as a regular.
- Pace would kill you, sonny.
Whats so impo
Shawshank Redemption, The
- By Frank Darabont.
1 INT -- CABIN -- NIGHT (1946)
A dark, empty room.
The door bursts open. A MAN and WOMAN enter, drunk and
giggling, horny as hell. No sooner is the door shut than
theyre all over each other, ripping at clothes, pawing at
flesh, mouths locked together.
He gropes for a lamp, tries to turn it on, knocks it over
instead. Hell with it. Hes got mor
"48 HRS."
by
Roger Spottiswoode and
Walter Hill
&
Larry Gross and
Steven E. De Souza
FADE IN:
OPEN COUNTRY - DAY
Endless green hills bisected by a ribbon of highway. A road
gang clearing brush by the side of the road... Twenty-five
men in prison fatigues sweating through their mid-afternoon
labor.
THREE GUARDS
Flank the working prisoners... Mountie hats, shotguns,
sidearms, sunglasses; they look