This had become possible thanks to two sorts of innovation. The first concerned the rules themselves. Under the original international capital accord struck in Basel in 1988, banks were meant to hold capital worth 8% of their assets. Since some assets are safer than others, and some banks are better at lending safely than others, it seemed sensible to allow banks to calculate how much capital the
shadow of a large plane crosses the desert floor. Then,
an old DC-3 flies fifty feet above the Police Sedan.
5.
INT. POLICE SEDAN - DAY
They watch the plane disappear over a small rise in the
desert. They look at each other and wait some more.
EXT. MEXICAN DESERT - LATER
From the direction of the landing strip, a moving van
lumbers down the road, two TEENAGERS in the cab.
INT. POLICE SEDAN - DAY
argument..."vegetables?"
"shit," "burgers"...Suddenly another voice rises above the
others.
BECKS VOICE/ RADIO
Okay, cut the chatter. Youre
not out of here, yet. Whos the
hook? Seven?...You got a hook on
container 22?
A pause, then more voices.
SIXPACKS VOICE/ RADIO
(redneck drawl)
The mans asking if youre hooked
on 22, you dumb shit.
JONES VOICE/ RADIO
Watch your mouth, Sixpack. Hello,
Shack, Se
shadow among darker shadows. Not noticed , no reason to be noticed, Travis is one with his surroundings. He wears rider jeans, cowboy boots, a plaid western shirt and a worn beige Army jacket with a patch reading, "King Kong Company 1968-70".
He has the smell of sex about him: Sick sex, repressed sex, lonely sex, but sex nonetheless. He is a raw male force, driving forward; toward what, one canno
shadows creep.
Drift little sleeper, off to dreams.
Slumber through the midnight screams...
??
(CONTINUED)
3.
??
SHERIFF #1 keeps his gun on Young Roger as SHERIFF #2 looks
into the bedroom... almost gets sick.
SHERRIFF #2 (O.S.)
Roger? Roger? What have you done?
Young Roger keeps singing the lullaby as Sheriff #1 and
Sheriff #2 cuff him, and lead him away from the carnage.
??
EXT. GRANDFORT HACI
English?
- Yes, yes, but...
- I want you to get into the car...
- No, no.
- OK, come on.
- Listen to me. If you want the car,
- take it. I wont say anything.
- I just want you to get into the car.
- I dont wanna get into an argument.
- Dont touch me!
If you want the car,
you have the car! Take it!
Fuck. Oh, shit.
Would you put your fucking hands...?
You get up, you big tub of guts.
Jimmy.
- J
argument.
I figured the worst they was gonna do was lean on him a little bit.
Maybe he gave them an argument.
Hes been giving Johnny the Boss a lot of arguments lately.
He wasnt a bad kid, that Joey.
A canary.
Maybe he could sing, but he couldnt fly.
Come on, Ill buy you a drink.
Ill be in there later and....
Father Barry is here.
Same thing happened to my Andy five years ago.
-Youre the boys fat
A high AERIAL SHOT of the island features the Statue of Liberty prominently in the foreground then TRAVELS ACROSS the harbor, OVER the Battery and Lower Manhattan to Greenwich Village.
EXT. EAST 77TH STREET - DAY
A car is being hoisted up by a municipal tow truck while its owner is having a terrible screaming argument with a parking enforcement officer. DANA BARRETT comes home pushing a baby bugg
arguments, sir. None whatsoever.
Until the hearing,
youre out of the field.
The hearing is totally warranted.
Wouldnt I be better
on the Citizen case?
I have a background
in profiling and decoding.
I could contribute.
Like you contributed last night?
By putting yourself
and agents in jeopardy?
Ill save the rest
for the review board.
You will bury yourself
under a mountain of paperwork.
Discussion
shadows of large factories . . . And as we move nearer, coursing over the parched terrain, the tiny fields of cultivation, strands of sound are woven through the main titles, borne on the wind, images from the life we are seeking:
British: "Who the hell is he?!", lower class British: "I dont know, sir." . . . "My name is Gandhi. Mohandas K. Gandhi." . . . A womans voice, tender, soft: "You are my