The Mother Script
Im gonna be sweating like an old donkey.
You know how cold you get in London.
Come over to this side.
-Can I help you with that?
-Thank you very much.
Cross the road and turn right.
-Which one is it?
-That one, I think.
Come on, they invited us.
Its us.
Hi. Sorry.
-Hello.
-Hello, dear.
-God, youre early.
-Not too early, I hope?
No, come in. Its great to see you at last.
Bobbys b
Judgment At Nuremburg Script
I didnt know it was so bad.
Couple of incendiaries,
these old buildings go up like cellophane.
Theres a wall that separates
the old section of Nuremberg from the new.
Goes back to...
How far does it go back, Schmidt?
-1218 sir.
-1219.
This is where the Nazi Party
held their rallies, isnt it?
They all came here.
Hitler. Goebbels. The whole crew.
Thousands of them, from
Murder, My Sweet Script
I remember you as a noisy little
fellow, son. All of a sudden, you get quiet.
Is your book of answers lost,
or are you waiting for your lawyer?
Maybe you dont think
murder looks good on you.
- Maybe I didnt do it.
- Maybe he didnt do it.
Look, Marlowe, were arraigning you.
We dont like you, but it aint personal.
We just follow a routine after a killing.
Wheres Randall?
He
DARK CITY
by
Alex Proyas
& Lem Dobbs
Revised draft May 9, 1994
INT. OPENING MONTAGE
OVER BLACK a low rumble increases in volume.
FADE UP:
A GLOVED HAND wraps around a bulky scissor-switch, thrusts
DOWN.
SNAP! - Electricity arcs through darkness.
OS SOUND of MACHINERY turning on.
TITLES OVER
MONTAGE OF CLOCKS - VARIOUS. The clocks are frozen, then second
hands turn - TICKING gets louder...
EXT. CI
Immortal Beloved Script
Ludwig van Beethoven, the man
who inherited and increased...
... the immortal fame
of Handel and Bach...
... of Haydn and Mozart...
... is now no more.
He was an artist.
And who will stand beside him?
He was an artist.
And what he was,
he was only through music.
The thorns of life
had wounded him deeply.
So he held fast to his art...
...even when the gate through
which it