Shawshank Redemption, The
- By Frank Darabont.
1 INT -- CABIN -- NIGHT (1946)
A dark, empty room.
The door bursts open. A MAN and WOMAN enter, drunk and
giggling, horny as hell. No sooner is the door shut than
theyre all over each other, ripping at clothes, pawing at
flesh, mouths locked together.
He gropes for a lamp, tries to turn it on, knocks it over
instead. Hell with it. Hes got mor
THE MESSENGER: THE STORY OF JOAN OF ARC
by
Andrew Birkin
and
Luc Besson
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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.
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INT. CHURCH - DOMREMY - DAY
Utter simplicity --
The camera is moving toward an Indian city. We are high and far away, only the sound of the wind as we grow nearer and nearer, and through the passing clouds these words appear:
No mans life can be encompassed in one telling. There is no way to give each year its allotted weight, to include each event, each person who helped to shape a lifetime. What can be done is to be faithful in spirit to the
Michael Script
-Night.
-Good night.
Right here is fine.
Think this is bleak enough?
My ears are frozen, my feet are frozen,
this is as far as it goes.
Malt wont like this.
-Whats he not going to like?
-Hell find something.
Besides us, you mean?
Yes.
Huey....
You sit in the sled.
Santa, Sparky...
...presents...
...reindeer...
...fake snow.
-What are we missing?
-Children.
Let them out.
Let them ou
In black, we hear a chain-gang chant, many voices together, spaced around the unison strike of picks against rock. A title burns in:
O muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending...
A wanderer, harried for years on end...
On the sound of an impact we cut to:
A PICK
splitting a rock.
As the chant continues, wider angles show the chain-gang at w