a silent, stone-face wisp of a child,
watches her father. Margaret races in.
MARGARET
Father! A post rider!
Martin pointedly continues his work without looking up.
MARTIN
Very well.
Margaret waits, then, seeing that her father isnt going
to come, she turns and races out.
EXT. FRESH WATER PLANTATION - DAY
The post rider rides up to the house. ABIGALE AND ABNER,
a middle-aged African couple, ste
plantation,
just south of New Orleans.
I had lost my wife in childbirth.
She and the infant had been
buried less than half a year.
I wouldve been happy to join them.
I couldnt bear the pain of their loss.
I longed to be released from it.
I wanted to lose it all:
My wealth...
... my estate...
... my sanity.
How many aces are in a deck?
Are you calling me a cheat?
No, Im calling you a piece of stin
block the door.
This way nobody comes in...
and it stays between me and you, OK?
Could you take the gun out of your mouth, please?
Look, its just as effective if you put it to your temple.
Just makes it easier to talk.
What sort of policeman are you?
Im a forensic psychologist.
Its a fancy way of saying...
Im a guy who walks into a room like that...
and determines the hows and whys.
Then you dont
plantation.
- Youre the bosss son?
- You could say so.
- Stand by, fiirst watch.
- Excuse me.
Can I get by?
Permission to go on watch, Captain.
A new breed, our Mexican recruit.
A young machine.
He follows orders without question.
Hes so uptight he could
crack nuts with his butt cheeks.
- Permission to come up?
- Yes, Lieutenant.
Stand by main vents.
- Shut out main engines!
- All hands forward!
It is very early in the dawn - blue light filters through the jungle and across a foul swamp. A mist clings to the trees. This could be the jungle of a million years ago.
Our VIEW MOVES CLOSER, through the mist, TILTING DOWN to the tepid water. A small bubble rises to the surface; then another. Suddenly, but quietly, a form begins to emerge; a helmet. Water and mud pour off revealing a set of bea
LITTLE SWEETHEART
Oyster Blues plays. Serene view of short pilings in the
water along Bob Sikes Channel, St. George Island.
NELSON ENTERTAINMENT presents
An ANTHONY SIMMONS Film
Flocks of sea birds are flying over the shore.
JOHN HURT
KAREN YOUNG
A bucket of seawater is being hoisted from a docked boat.
Thelma walks by, underneath the hoist. As she walks by she
watches it being dumped into a b
PAN DOWN TO A ROW OF 몷TELLERS몶 CAGES몸 with long lines of PEOPLE waiting to collect their unemployment checks. A sign above the first window says 몷A - F몸, the second window is designated 몷G - L몸 and so on.
CLOSE ON THE SECOND WINDOW -- Waiting his turn at the head of the line is a BLACK MAN in his early 30몶s. He kills time by trying to make a beat-up old wooden yo-yo perform the ba
Bamboozled
by
Spike Lee
BLACK SCREEN
We HEAR the voice of MALCOLM X.
MALCOLM X (V.O.)
Youve been hoodwinked. Youve
been had. Youve been took.
Youve been led astray, run amok.
Youve been bamboozled.
His followers ROAR.
CUT TO TITLE:
"BAMBOOZLED"
CUT TO CRAWL:
WHITE LETTERS ON BLACK
WE HEAR the VOICE of PIERRE DELACROIX.
DELACROIX (V.O.)
Satire. 1a. A literary work in
which human vice or folly is
r
The Witching Hour
Screenplay by ANNE RICE
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FADE IN:
EXT. A SCOTTISH MOOR - NIGHT - 1670 A.D.
Far off, a massive stone castle looms. Trees silhouetted an
the horizon against the star-dotted, qreen-purple sky. The branches of one tree seem to reach
for the stars...
TRACKING IN - the tree is A HOODED FIGURE: SUZANNE - 20, golden hair spilling from her hood,
dazzling green eyes. Nestled in the f
101 Dalmations Script
My story begins
in London...
not so very long ago.
Yet so much has happened since then,
that it seems like an eternity.
At that time,
I lived with my pet...
in a bachelor flat
just off Regents Park.
It was a
beautiful spring day,
a tedious time of the year
for bachelors.
Oh... thats my pet,
Roger Radcliff,
a musician of sorts.
Im the one
with the spots.
My names Pongo.
As fa