--
-- but, for some reason, its not a human cry, but the
CROWING OF A ROOSTER -- and when we PULL BACK OUT we see that
what were now watching is the Crowing Rooster and four
blazing camera lenses that was the logo of the old PATHE
NEWSREEL. The stentorian VOICE OF PATHE booms OVER:
VOICE OF PATHE
October 11, 1931: Los Angeles!
Dithering, Bernard Herrmann-like strings swell up.
CUT TO (B&W)
A
packed surface.
Once. Twice. Passing the dog.
A third bounce sends it skidding. It flips; its blades
snapping off like toothpicks. It lands belly-up,
soundless except for the whine of its engine.
The man with the gun rolls out before the explosion.
INT. MAIN COMPOUND
The half a dozen men, playing cards, monitoring equipment,
listening to music -- spring to their feet, startled.
EXT. COMPOUND
The
String...
-...walks into the bar.
-Wants a drink. That was funny.
Youre a funny guy.
Oh, l dont know.
l mean, its such a giant city.
How can you possibly meet anyone?
You want the secret to making friends?
-Sure.
-l picked this up in the service.
Youll have a lot of buddies
if you remember this one rule:
lnterested is interesting.
Wow. What do you mean?
Well, everybodys got a story, okay?
And all
(V.O.): Richard...
DR. ROBERTS, a large surgeon, pulls Kimble over to a group of surgeons gathered around a bar. Smoking cigars.
ROBERTS: Cancun. Nat just talked everybody into it...
A hospital equipment rep, NAT, is buying drinks.
KIMBLE: So, whats the deal? If the hospital buys ten new -
NAT: No, no, no, no strings attached, Dr. Kimble. Industrial Hospital Supply has no ulterior motives.
-20世紀 英國詩-
(1) Thomas Hardy(1840-1928) : "The Darkling Thrush"
"The Darkling Thrush"
1 I leant upon a coppice gate
2 When Frost was spectre-gray,
3 And Winter's dregs made desolate
4 The weakening eye of day.
5 The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
6 Like strings of broken lyres,
7 And all mankind that haunted nigh
8 Ha
Metro Script
Backtrack is starting to make up ground
and closing on the outside.
Theyve run past the quarter
pole and Cosy Girl has gone
clear by three lengths.
- Now Backtrack coming out of the pack.
- Come on, Cosy. Come on, Cosy Girl!
Backtrack is gonna be
the danger to Cosy Girl.
They come for home.
Cosy Girl is clear by two.
- One-one-four to Roper.
- But Backtrack is putting in...
- Come on
string!
Hold the spool right.
- I cut him!
- Victory!
Victory!
This way!
Where are you going?
Catch it, its going this way!
Were losing it!
Trust me!
What are you doing here?
Come sit, Amir.
Youre wasting time here.
The kite went the other way.
It will come this way.
- How do you know?
- I know.
But how?
Have I ever lied to you?
How should I know?
Id rather eat dirt.
Would you really do that?
- D
packed llamas. The Indians become increasingly nervous. They speak to each other in bursts of Quechua. The American, who is known to his friends as Indy, glances back at them.
BARRANCA
(irritated)
Theyre talking about the Curse again!
He turns and yells at the Indians in Quechua, his anger giving an indication of his own fears. The party reaches a break in the canyon wall and takes the trail thro
packed hangers, close enough to
feel the different fabrics and descend past the dresses to
the racks of high heels.
MAN (V.O.)
Ive told you before that there is
no such thing as an ex-con like
there is no such thing as an ex-
alcoholic.
We slide along the delicate taper of a stiletto heel and
reach the bottom of the closet where we find a pair of
black Doc Marten boots that are tied together with