In The Bedroom Script
I love it here.
I know you do.
I can feel my life, you know?
... pitch to Aderberg, and fall over
the outside corner of the field.
He was expecting a home run.
Pryor didnt say anything.
-Morning, Dr. Fowler.
-Morning, Natalie.
-How you doing, boys?
-Great!
Hey, Duncan,
sure you dont wanna go?
-You wanna get in here?
-No, he wants to stay here.
Scootch up,
get in the middle t
H A N N I B A L
Screenplay
by
Steven Zaillian
Based on the Novel
by
Thomas Harris
Revision
February 9, 2000
INT. PANEL VAN - DAY
Clarice Starling is dead, laid out in fatigues across a bench
in the back of a ratty, rattling undercover van. Three other
agents sit perched on the opposite bench, staring at her
lifeless body.
BURKE
How can she sleep at a time like this?
BRIGHAM
Shes on a jump-out squ
This is Ash, mid twenties, square jaw firmly set and a pair of haunted eyes which dart about quickly in fear. Ash speaks to the CAMERA with urgency:
ASH
Why would you say that I am insane? I wouldnt say that Ive lost my mind simply because Ive heard the voices and seen the godless things moving in the woods. If anything, I think more clearly now than ever before. I know now that there is such a t
He is a bespectacled man in his thirties, hale but somewhat bookish. He stands, tuxedoed, in the wings of a theater, looking out at the stage, listening intently to end of a performance.
In the shadows behind him an old stagehand leans against a flat, expressionlessly smoking a cigarette, one hand on a thick rope that hangs from the ceiling.
The voices of the performing actors echo in from the of
Grainy but unmistakably a man and woman making love. Photograph shakes. SOUND of a man MOANING in anguish. The photograph is dropped, REVEALING ANOTHER, MORE compromising one. Then another, and another. More moans.
CURLYS VOICE
(crying out)
Oh, no.
INT. GITTES OFFICE
CURLY drops the photos on Gittes desk. Curly towers over GITTES and sweats heavily through his workmans clothes, his breathing prog