SWIRLS WITH us as we DASH TOWARDS it, the dark
holes widening as we DIVE at them, PLUNGING HEADLONG INTO
BLACKNESS --
TUMBLING DOWN the rabbit hole.
After a long silent moment, we hear a MAN SNEEZE.
INT. DIME STORE
The DARKNESS BECOMES a curtain that is yanked open as the
same MAN steps out talking to himself.
MAN
Hi, Susan... no. Hi, Susie...
We realize he has just stepped out of a photo booth.
swirling DOGFIGHT continues. The German REACHES OUT for
JACKS HAND ...
BAM! BAM! BAM! A SUDDEN BURST OF GUNFIRE hits the GERMAN. He looks at
JACK with a kind of confused SORROW ... and ROLLS OFF THE WING.
JACK
(shocked)
NO!!
ANOTHER CAMEL is flying just a few feet off JACKS TAIL . .. It dives
away.
TRACER FIRE rips into JACKS PLANE ... He SPINS AROUND, confronted with
a TERRIFYING SIGHT!
The 24 g
-- TERMINATOR 2 SCRIPT --
1 ext. city street - day 1
Downtown L.A. Noon on a hot summer day. On an EXTREME LONG LENS the
lunchtime crowd stacks up into a wall of humanity. In SLOW MOTION they
move in herds among the glittering rows of cars jammed bumper to bumper.
Heat ripples distort the torrent of faces. The image is surreal,
dreamy... and like a dream it begins very slowly to
dissolve to:
2 e
SPHERE
BY
PAUL ATTANASIO
Based on the novel by
Michael Crichton
BARRY LEVINSON VERSION SHOOTING SCRIPT
FADE IN:
EXT. OCEAN FLOOR - DAY
BEGIN TITLES.
MOVING AMONG the hallucinatory variety of creatures --
barbaric, distorted, sublime -- that haunt the ocean floor.
All but unknown to man except in the deep preconscious brain
that houses the family album of the race... Where we remember
that they ar
DISTORTS, becoming --
CUT TO:
CHEERING VILLAGERS LINING A ROAD
Loch Shiel, Scottish Highlands, 1536. Glamis castle
towers over thatched huts by the shore.
A DRAWBRIDGE CRASHES down like thunder, skirling BAG-
PIPES and DRUMS.
THE CLAN MACLEOD
Two hundred strong, rides out to battle, tartan cloaks,
bronze shields, claymores flashing in the sun.
Hatchet-faced FATHER RAINEY chants prayers.
FATHER RA