Moulin Rouge Script
I hope you split your breeches, kid!
Control yourself, Aicha.
They talk like they were Herculeses,
all of them.
And after a few turns,
they pant, they gasp, and they wheeze.
- One has to give them smelling salts!
- What is the matter?
My shoes are soaking wet.
I shall die of cold.
- Then take them off.
- I cant. I havent any socks on.
When the wine arrives,
you pay for it as i
splits the black-and-white sky, revealing a single
shattered oak in a desolate landscape. Below, a HUMAN
SILHOUETTE stumbles through the darkness, the top of his
head flat, his arms long and heavy, his boots weighted with
mud.
Suddenly the storm fades. Light creeps into the scene, and
color, as we DISSOLVE TO:
THE PACIFIC OCEAN
melting into a hazy morning sky. In a box canyon off the
coast highwa
House on Haunted Hill
By
Dick Beebe
Story by
Dick Beebe & William Malone
Adapted from the screenplay by
Robb White
Blue Revisions: 13 Jan 1999
Production Draft: 2 December 1998
NOTE: THE HARD COPY OF THIS SCRIPTS CONTAINED SCENE NUMBERS.
THEY HAVE BEEN REMOVED FOR THIS SOFT COPY.
FADE IN:
BLACK SCREEN
And in the darkness, a TICKING sound is heard. Soft and
steady -- soothing -- and then a BANG!
S
split up to continue their search. Soon after,
one of them hears a strange shriek-type noise in the distance, but
ignores it and moves on. He then encounters an ice wall, which holds
a frozen human. Suddenly, the tracker is attacked by a creature we
cant quite see, due to fast camera cuts. The creature and human
roll around in combat, the creature slashing the man until he kills him.
The mans fri
split raw from the
cold.
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His hands are too numb to hold the matches. After several
attempts at striking one, he slumps down next to the pile of
wood, exhausted and frustrated.
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DISSOLVE TO:
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The snow has covered the pile of branches. Eric still sits
next to it, partially covered in snow himself.
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ERIC
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His face is a death mask: eyes half-open and dull, lips a
purplish bl
FLAME and EXPLODING MUD scatter above us. Men scream and die around us. The screams amid the GUNFIRE and EXPLOSIONS are piercing and terrible, as though the jungle itself is frightened.
An AMERICAN wearing a jungle hat with a large Peace Sign on it, wearing war paint, bends TOWARD US, reaching down TOWARD US with a large knife, preparing to scalp the dead.
OUR VIEW MOVES AWAY, along with the runn
flames, another
literally collapses under a hail of bullets and the third collides with
one of the BOMBERS, causing both planes to tumble out of the sky.
Its a turkey shoot as the CAMELS fly through the German formation,
turning sharply to attack again before the enemy pilots can recover.
McKECKNIE blasts at the NOSE GUNNER of a German BOMBER, pumping so many
bullets into his plane, the NOSE SECT
flames. A
lizard scuttles into the shadows.
FERNANDO (V.O.)
"And those who are enlightened
before the others are condemned to
purse that light in spite of
others..."
COLUMBUS stares down at the documents, moving them away
from the rain drips. He stares out by the window, and we
see:
A devastated landscape. Flooded roads, half-destroyed
huts, broken trees... A dog picks its way through the mud.
FE
flame. It passes; its
blue fire surging into the screen.
"THE THING"
A thundering...
FADE TO:
A BLIND AND FERAL WHITENESS
... Glacial desert... gusts of snow... superimpose:
ANTARCTICA 1982 WINTER
A SOUND
Loud and strident. A helicopter streaks across frame. It
travels precariously close to the ground; its chassis
battered and swayed by the wind.
INT. COPTER
Red dials beam on the faces of two men
the time I was two,
Alean and my dad had split.
Clean sheets.
She figured shed make a pit stop
at Nannys rooming-house
- till she got back on her feet.
- Here you go, Einstein.
Why must we equate
intelligence with white men?
What of W.E.B. DuBois?
Alain Locke!
Alexandre Dumas.
Next youll tell me
Jesus was a Negro.
And Jesus! Mohammed!
Dinah Shore.
Clean sheets.
Clean sheets.
Excuse me.