slaughter...
The lead figure, HACKS, again and again with his
tomahawk...
Blood and flesh cover his arm as the vicious blade rises
and falls amid the SCREAMS in the darkness...
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. SOUTH CAROLINA COUNTRYSIDE - DAY
Beautiful sunlight. AERIAL SHOT of a post rider galloping
along a road through peaceful untamed woodlands. Soaring
old-growth elms arch over riverside maples along the
sho
slaughtered by a psycho.
Cynthia Swann Griffiin is dead. The
former wlfe of Wall Street wizard...
Didnt you go to school with her?
...jumped from her
fashionable penthouse apartment.
Mrs. Griffiin had recently divorced
her longtime husband -
- Gilbert Griffiin. The Wall Street
baron remarried only yesterday.
- Morning, Mohammed.
- Morning, Miss Eliot.
Elise!
- Oh, God. What a tragedy!
- Poor Cynt
slaughter you.
- Well see about that.
Youve got three cars.
Why do we always go in this wreck?
Come on. Im in a hurry.
Are you backing out?
I missed class for this.
Im seeing my partners after.
Why do you think Im dressed up?
So you can shout at them.
You like that.
I dont shout.
- So tell me, did you screw her?
- Screw who?
Whoever was there
when I rang last night.
I was alone last night.
Anyway
THE MESSENGER: THE STORY OF JOAN OF ARC
by
Andrew Birkin
and
Luc Besson
??
FADE IN:
EXT. CHURCH - DOMREMY - DAY
FADE UP on ripples on the surface of a puddle. Slow PAN
UP: the water becomes placid, and in it we see the
reflection of an inverted CROSS on the top of a small
church. We move across the little churchyard and in
through the open doors.
??
INT. CHURCH - DOMREMY - DAY
Utter simplicity --
Arcade
by
David S. Goyer
Last revised November 6, 1990
INT. ARCADE WORLD -- ELECTRONIC DARKNESS
We dont know if its night or day. Its just black.
And maybe...maybe intermittent SPARKS racing by. So quick we barely
perceive them. Like the sparks you imagine when your eyes are closed.
BREATHING,
slow and hollow, filling up the entire world. Its eerie as hell. A
feeling of utter loneliness.
And now