trustee--
says he hasnt touched
his accounts.
Now tell me he was
on drugs and depressed.
Well, there is a drug thing,
yeah.
Come on, Bill.
He drove up north
with a couple of rocks
in his pocket.
-He jumped in a lake.
-Hey, were not looking
to hit any home runs here, okay?
The kid had money.
lts going to get investigated
and youre the right guy today.
You going to give me a cruiser?
Boa. B-O-A.
My
Trustee Company Lt.
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SUBTITLES: "The producers would like to thank the Forestry Commission Doune Admissions Ltd, Keir and Cawdor Estates, Stirling University, and the people of Doune for their help in the making of this film."
"The Characters and incidents portrayed and the names used are fictitious and any similarity to the names, characters, or history of any person is enti
MR. BEAN
By
Richard Curtis
And
Robin Driscoll
INT. NATIONAL GALLERY. BOARDROOM - DAY
A very grand room, with lots of wood and some very famous portraits round the walls.
A group of grave gentlemen and gentlewomen. They are the trustees of the National Gallery. LORD WALTON, a very grand man, sits at the table head. To his right sits his assistant, GARETH. All are deep in thought. LORD WALTON fidge
How High Script
[Bong Water Bubbling, Knocking On Door]
[ Hip-Hop ]
Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong From the bong
[ Bong Water Bubbling ] Hits from the bong From the bong
Hits from the bong Pick it, pack it Fire it up
Come along and take a hit from the bong
Put the blunt down just for a second
Dont get me wrong Its not a new method
Inhale, exhale
Just got an ounce in the mail
Id like a blun
All around this is an almost totally black screen. Now, as the camera moves slowly towards the window which is almost a postage stamp in the frame, other forms appear; barbed wire, cyclone fencing, and now, looming up against an early morning sky, enormous iron grille work. Camera travels up what is now shown to be a gateway of gigantic proportions and holds on the top of it - a huge initial "K"