Great Expectations Script
There either is or is not
a way things are.
The color of the day.
How it felt to be a child.
The feeling of saltwater
on your sunburned legs.
Sometimes the water is yellow.
Sometimes its red.
The color in memory
depends on the day.
I wont tell the story
the way it happened.
Ill tell it the
way I remember it.
Help! Help!
Whats your name?
- Whisper. Whats your name? Whispe
plainly refuses.
I a coward, of course. I can never simply boot my lovers down the stairs.
- Ha! - What?
Why don you stay here in Paris and write?
Because Alfred here.
Ie got to go somewhere. Anywhere, I don know.
Maybe I should just curl up and die, yes?
Listen, Buloz. I need francs now.
Let me read this... and wel talk tonight at the Baroness Laginsky party.
I hadn planned to attend. Alfred mig
springtime...
birds-on-the-wing time...
and what a lovely
day for love.
Just me...
just you.
Just you...
just me.
A bit of paradise...
right here for us two.
Just you...
Just me.
Let find
a cosy spot...
where no one can see.
Just us...
just the two of us...
just we...
mighty few of us.
Wee missed
an awful lot...
what bliss itl be!
Just you...
just me.
Wel tie a lover knot...
just say you love me.
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The Final Cut Script
Can I play?
Do you have any marbles?
Yep.
OK.
Thanks.
Youre welcome.
So, whats your name?
Louis. Yours?
Alan.
Youre not from around here,
are you?
No. Im here with my parents
for the day.
What?
Whats over there?
Dont do that. Were not
even allowed to be here.
Come on.
Wait for me.
Lets go back down.
Nope.
Dont!
Alan, dont!
See? That wasnt so bad.
Just dont look down.
Louis!
springtime! Live it up, Alex...
CAMERA INCHES INTO KEN as he winks at his son...
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KEN (Contd)
Got your whole life ahead
of you.
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ALEX
CAMERA CREEPS IN as, oddly, the words strike him portentously...
CUT TO:
INT. ALEXS BEDROOM - LATER
The storm has ceased. The room is QUIET.
As if itself a presence, CAMERA CREEPS across the dark and motionless room
TOWARD Alex, sleeping soundly. CAMERA CRANE