As the C-130 coasts to a stop, the hatch rotating down on a hot, dusty lifeless airstrip somewhere in Vietnam. Nothing seems to live or move in the midday sun.
TITLES RUN
A DOZEN NEW RECRUITS step off the plane, unloading their duffel bags, looking around like only the new can look around, their hair regulation-clipped, crisp, new green fatigues fitting them like cardboard.
CHRIS TAYLOR is just a
THE SAME SCENE; THE SAME SHOTS. Suddenly time RUSHES FORWARD. Als voice squeaks, the action accellerates.
LEADER (VO)
Run past this stuff.
THE VISUALS SPEED EVEN FASTER. SOMEBODY is running the tapes of
the EXPERIMENT right before the attack...FAST FORWARD.
INTRUDER
You wont believe this.
INT. LAB - The INTRUDERS SLOW the tape and watch with interest.
CU.- THE BEAKER on the pedestal surrounded by
-- 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
Note: Hows this for a change from the finished product?!? ... and NO mention of the powerful Opening Vistas! This is how the script begins ...
[FADE IN]
The screen is a microcosm of leaf, crystal drops of precipitation, a stone, emerald green moss. Its a landscape in miniature. We HEAR the forest. Some distant birds. Their sound seems to reverberate as if in a cavern. A piece of sunlight refracts
"Out of Sight"
Screenplay by
Scott Frank
from the novel by
Elmore Leonard
White Final: 08/05/97
Blue Revised: 09/17/97
Pink Revised: 11/11/97
Green Revised: 12/15/97
Goldenrod Revised: 12/16/97
Buff Revised: 03/17/98
Salmon Revised: 03/23/98
BLACK
We hear TRAFFIC, some STREET NOISES, then...
FADE IN: A MIAMI STREET - DAY
The financial district. Lots of people in suits. A shaky,
spasmodic ZOOM IN