cement his ego.
Hey, its not every day
somebody wins the bowling trophy...
let alone the Nobel Prize.
Barkley Michaelson,
your father called.
He has just won the Nobel Prize.
Lucky fucking son of a bitch.
Congratulations.
Congratulations, Dr. Michaelson.
You rock.
Thank you. Thank you.
If anyone in this room ever doubted
my intellectual superiority...
or your great fortune
to be under my incompar
cement walls blur past as the panel van descends a
circular ramp to a lower level. As it straightens out, the
view through the windshield reveals a gathering of men and
vehicles - marked and unmarked DC police cars - and two black
SWAT vans.
The panel van - with Marcells Crab House painted on its
sides - pulls to a stop. The back doors open from the inside
and Starling is the first one out - well
cement ring on the beach.
Editor JOHN STOTHART
Director of Photography JOHN HOOPER
Thelma is peeking in the exposed corner of a window of a
boat shed where her brother Richard is with Miss Marissa,
who is stroking his face and begins taking his shirt off.
Music by LAURENCE JUBER
Screenplay by ANTHONY SIMMONS
Thelma takes her paper bag of groceries and leaves the
window where she was spying, an
cement steps, where she is knocked unconscious. The
baby begins to cry.)
Frollo: A baby?
(Frollo uncovers the babys head, seeing the deformed infant.)
Frollo: A monster!
(He looks around, searching for a way to dispose of the creature. He
sees a well, and rides over to it. He is about to drop the baby down the
well when a voice (a lightning flash between Clopin and the Archdeacon)
shouts out
has pulled to a stop at a red light.
Suddenly a hand thumps against the glass next to Sykes
head... and alien hand. Sykes jumps. Its a NEWCOMER
DERELICT standing there, weaving, mumbling in his own
language. In one filthy hand holds a quart carton of
milk. We know immediately what he wants. Sykes rolls
down the window.
SYKES
Take a hike.
Sykes gets a whiff of the derelicts breath as the light
ch