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
with deep grill, its sculptured side panels ending in air
scoops ... All cock and balls, it stands alone in the lonely cool
before dawn ... An old-school totem to speed and style... And then
SOMEONE approaches...
Through the mists of morning ... In leather coat and jack boots ...
Hes early 30s, with the vaguely whimsical confidence of a shimmer
that refuses to fade ...
This is RANDALL RAINES, who
Guilty As Sin Script
Sustained.
Proceed, Mr Schiff.
when you entered that
Suite 405 of the Holiday lnn.
Mr Lombardo was alone in
the room with Richard Colbert,
a deputy director of the
lnternal Revenue Service,
who was kneeling beside a coffee table
counting out stacks of $100 bills.
And will you tell the jury
how you knew of this...
Therefore, with probable cause,
you applied for a warrant?
- Ye
M i M i C
a revision
by
Matt Greenberg
and
Guillermo del Toro
June 19th 1996
FADE IN:
THE SCREEN
Stygean darkness.
Wet CLICKING SOUNDS. A BEAM of purplish ULTRA-VIOLET LIGHT
reveals a mosaic of moving forms... COCKROACHES. They skitter
restlessly under the beams intensity. SERIES OF SHOTS -- the
UV Beam passing over various parts of the space. Pipe webs,
walls, girders -- all covered with the ins
with cocaine.
She rouses herself to smear some powder on her gums. As she does, we see from her eyes that she is thoroughly, completely whacked out of her mind...
She stands, stumbles across the room, pausing to glance at a photograph on the wall:
Two men. Soldiers. Young, rough-hewn, arms around each other.
The Girl throws open the glass doors... steps out onto a balcony, and there, beneath her