Day At The Races Script
This way to the sanitarium.
Free bus to the sanitarium.
This way to the Standish Sanitarium.
Standish San... Standish San...
This... This way to the Standish...
Stand... Free bus. Free bus.
Standish Sanitarium.
Free bus to the sanitarium.
Just got room for a few more.
- Sanitarium?
- No, racetrack.
You dont wanna go there.
Youre sick.
Im going to the races!
All right. You
Desperate Living Script
Boy: LETS GO!
COME ON!
COME ON!
YEAH!
[CHILDREN YELLING]
Second boy:
LETS GO! LETS GO!
Second boy:
LETS GO! LETS GO!
COME ON!
COME ON!
[CHILDREN YELLING]
[CHILDREN YELLING]
YOU MUST REALIZE,
BOSLEY,
YOUR WIFE IS ONE OF
THE MOST NEUROTIC WOMEN
IVE EVER EXAMINED.
I STILL THINK
A FEW MORE MONTHS
IN THE SANITARIUM
WOULD BE HELPFUL.
IT MAY BE TOO EARLY
TO TRUST HER
IN HER NATUR
House on Haunted Hill
By
Dick Beebe
Story by
Dick Beebe & William Malone
Adapted from the screenplay by
Robb White
Blue Revisions: 13 Jan 1999
Production Draft: 2 December 1998
NOTE: THE HARD COPY OF THIS SCRIPTS CONTAINED SCENE NUMBERS.
THEY HAVE BEEN REMOVED FOR THIS SOFT COPY.
FADE IN:
BLACK SCREEN
And in the darkness, a TICKING sound is heard. Soft and
steady -- soothing -- and then a BANG!
S
HALLOWEEN
a screenplay by John Carpenter and Debra Hill
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1 MAIN TITLE SEQUENCE
OPEN on a black screen. SUPERIMPOSE in dark red letters:
HALLOWEEN
FADE IN TO:
Darkness, with a SMALL SHAPE in the center of the screen. As MAIN
TITLES CONTINUE OVER, CAMERA SLOWLY MOVES IN ON the shape.
We get closer and closer until we see that the shape is a HALLOWEEN
MASK. It is a large, full-head platex rubbe
The Manchurian Candidate Script
- Joint raided!
- No, no.
Its just our Raymond,
our loveable Sergeant Shaw.
All right, lets go, you men! Come on!
- Lets go!
- Come on, Sarge. Gertrude buy you beer.
Whats the matter him?
Im afraid our Saint Raymond,
he dont approve.
Well, maybe hes got a girl
back home or something.
Him? Our Raymond? Are you kidding?!
- Silvers, how about the robe?
- What do you m
A top-secret, experimental, offensive/defensive military installation hidden away in the countryside outside Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
CLOSE on a beautiful, intricate, state of the art computer panel as it is lifted out of a large console. A huge, dimly lit display board, sporting a galaxy of small running lights, looms above.
The panels removal creates a large, vulnerable opening, inside of wh
Mata Hari Script
Right.
Look. Is any woman worth that?
Surely, you regret having betrayed
your country.
- You can still have a chance...
- Youre wasting time.
Come on, out with it.
Who is she? What is her name?
Tell us, you fool!
Mata Hari.
Thats her name, isnt it?
- Let me alone.
- Oh, shoot him.
She bewitches them.
Why not? She bewitched all Paris.
Shes Frances greatest enemy.
The woman has bec
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Metallica: Some Kind Of Monster Script
So, what were gonna do is,
were gonna play back
some of the bands new songs.
Therell be no cameras allowed
in there.
Therell be no video,
no bags in there.
You can only walk in
with paper and a pencil.
- Were ready.
- Are there any questions?
You want a single?
Camera over here.
Was there ever a moment you
thought about stopping with Metallica
or the whole
FADE IN: "Mr. Sandman" plays as the camera pans through trees to the front of the house that Laurie Strode is babysitting at. We cut into the house:
LAURIE
(to the kids:)
I want you to listen to me. I want you to go out the house, and down the street to the McKinseys house,I want you to knock on their door. I want you to tell them to call the police and send them over here.Alright? Now do as I sa
TRAIN WHEELS grinding against track, slowing. FOLDING TABLE LEGS scissoring open. The LEVER of a train door being pulled. NAMES on lists on clipboards held by clerks moving alongside the tracks.
CLERKS (V.O.)
몭 Rossen 몭 Lieberman 몭 Wachsberg 몭
BEWILDERED RURAL FACES coming down off the passenger train. FORMS being set out on the folding tables. HANDS straightening pens and pencils and ink