ARCTIC BLUE
by Ross LaManna
FADE IN:
1 EXT. BOREAL FOREST - ALASKA - (AERIAL SHOT) - DAY
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Flying. Not at the intangible height of a jet, but at
spitting distance from the treetops. Were in central
Alaska, the Big Lonely, just north of the Arctic Circle.
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A thick forest follows the contours of mountain foothills
like a deep-pile carpet. Up at treeline the forest thins to
tundra, a grassy
We are moving through a small airfield full of parked light planes. There are no people around. We move through the cluster of planes towards a hangar on the edge of the field.
INT. HANGAR - DAY
We are still moving through light planes, but now we are inside the hangar. Some of the planes have their engine covers open, parts strewn around. Others are partially covered with tarps or have sections
Tomorrow Never Dies
Screenplay
by
Bruce Feirstein
(for educational purposes only)
FADE IN ON:
EXT. DESOLATE MOUNTAIN RANGE - HIGH ANGLE - DAWN
Super: THE KHYBER PASS, AFGHANISTAN
Were looking down at what used to be called "The End of the Known
World." A landscape that is both beautiful, and forbidding.
In the center of this vista, there is a deep ravine.
Pushing in on the ravine, there appears t
Silent and endless. The stars shine like the love of God... cold and remote. Against them drifts a tiny chip of technology.
CLOSER SHOT
It is the NARCISSUS, lifeboat of the ill-fated star-freighter Nostromo. Without interior or running lights it seems devoid of life. The PING of a RANGING RADAR grows louder, closer. A shadow engulfs the Narcissus. Searchlights flash on, playing over the tiny ship
The Naked Jungle Script
Thats a Siji bird.
Kind of rare.
You usually dont see them
this far down the river.
- Something must have scared it.
- Us, perhaps.
No, they are used to my boat.
Although the jungle doesnt often
see someone as pretty as you.
Are you flirting with me, captain?
Wouldnt dare, Mrs. Leiningen.
Very tough man, your husband.
I havent had a chance
to ask you before,
but how well d
Name Of The Rose Script
Having reached the end
of my poor sinners life...
my hair now white...
I prepare to leave
on this parchment my testimony...
as to the wondrous
and terrible events...
I witnessed in my youth...
towards the end of the year
of Our Lord .
May God grant me
the wisdom and grace...
to be the faithful chronicler
of the happenings that took place...
in a remote abbey
in the dark no
GLADIATOR
by
David Franzoni
FIRST DRAFT REVISED
April 4, 1998
FADE IN:
EXT. NEAR THE GERMAN FRONT - 180 A.D. - DAWN
The rising sun unveils steep hills and luxuriant mountains
untouched by man. Snow flurries dart in the frigid air
and on the horizon CROWS gather.
EXT. DIRT ROAD
A column of Praetorian Cavalry flank two enclosed wagons
as they rattle along a rock and log accordion road. On
all sides
THE TALENTED MR. RIPLEY
Screenplay By
ANTHONY MINGHELLA
Based On The Novel By
PATRICIA HIGHSMITH
1st November 1999
1958
PROLOGUE: INT. RIPLEYS CABIN. EVENING.
Fade up on Ripley, as in the final scene of the film,
sitting, desolate in a ships cabin. The camera rotates
around his face, which begins in light and ends in darkness.
RIPLEY (O/S)
If I could just go back. If I could rub
everything out. S
The Man hands his coat to coat check woman and thanks her. When he turns we get our first view of DR. RICHARD KIMBLE, a tall, athletic man, with a trim beard.
He moves from the outer lobby into a fabulously decorated ballroom where a fashion show is taking place as a medical fundraiser. Doctors and their spouses, hospital brass and sponsers mingle. Women sit near the runway watching the models. M
Master And Commander Script
- (chickens clucking)
- Come on, come on. Its all right.
Yes, yes, its all right.
Wake up, Will.
Starboard bow ahoy!
- What is it, Slade?
- Thought I heard somethin.
Sounded like a bell.
- Native fishermen, perhaps.
- Or a reef marker, sir.
Mr Calamy, the lead, if you please.
- By the mark, five fathom.
- Five fathom!
- Sand and broken shell.
- Sand and broken shell.
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