bloodstained dress...
... in which she had held
her dying husband in her arms.
Thats so terrible.
You know what you could get
for the photograph...
...of the man firing those shots?
With syndication rights,
maybe two million marks.
What a thing to say at this moment.
Youre a very scary person.
What did I say?
You dont know what you said?
Youre a parasite!
You live off other peoples troubles.
Its
HUDSON HAWK
Screenplay by
Steven E. de Souza
Revisions by
Dan Waters
Based on an original idea by
Bruce Willis & Robert Kraft
A Silver Pictures/Flying Heart Films June 14, 1990
Production
NOTE: THE HARD COPY OF THIS SCRIPT CONTAINED SCENE NUMBERS
AND SOME "SCENE OMITTED" SLUGS. THEY HAVE BEEN REMOVED FOR
THIS SOFT COPY.
FADE IN:
EXT. VINCI COUNTRYSIDE - RENAISSANCE - DAY
Beneath a jawdroppingly s
We are moving through a small airfield full of parked light planes. There are no people around. We move through the cluster of planes towards a hangar on the edge of the field.
INT. HANGAR - DAY
We are still moving through light planes, but now we are inside the hangar. Some of the planes have their engine covers open, parts strewn around. Others are partially covered with tarps or have sections
It is very early in the dawn - blue light filters through the jungle and across a foul swamp. A mist clings to the trees. This could be the jungle of a million years ago.
Our VIEW MOVES CLOSER, through the mist, TILTING DOWN to the tepid water. A small bubble rises to the surface; then another. Suddenly, but quietly, a form begins to emerge; a helmet. Water and mud pour off revealing a set of bea
"HUNTER"
Written by
Jim Thomas and John Thomas
"HUNTER"
FADE IN
1 EXT. OUTER SPACE 1
The infinite blackness punctuated by a billion stars.
As we slowly DESCEND through the varied shades of blue
of the Earths atmosphere, we HEAR the first strains of
a haunting, Central American FLUTE, joined by a swelling
background of JUNGLE SOUNDS. We descend further,
through a lush JUNGLE CANOPY, backlit by a s