twists tea bag around a spoon to extract last drops of
tea. His hand moves to his felt pen lying on the table. He
moves his hand to the paper, open at the obituary section. We
SEE several names crossed out. He circles one funeral listing.
ANGLE
Galvin sitting, raises cup of tea to his lips. Looks around
deserted coffee shop. Sighs.
INT. SECOND FUNERAL HOME AND STREET - AFTERNOON
Galvin outside a
L.A. Story Script
My name is Harris K. Telemacher.
I live in L.A. And Ive
had seven heart attacks, all imagined.
I was deeply unhappy
but I didnt know it,
cause I was happy all the time.
I have a favorite quote about L.A.
By Shakespeare:
"This other Eden...
demi-paradise...
this precious stone...
set in the silver sea of this earth,
this ground... this Los Angeles.
Anyway, this is what happened t
JFK
FADE IN:
Credits run in counterpoint through a 7 to 10 minute sequence of
documentary images setting the tone of John F. Kennedys Presidency and
the atmosphere of those tense times, 1960 through 1963. An omniscient
narrators voice marches us through in old time Pathe newsreel fashion.
VOICE
January, 1961 - President Dwight D. Eisenhowers
Farewell Address to the Nation -
EISENHOWER ADDRES
twist and shout
for your favorite star
And when youve
practiced every step
Thats in your repertoire
You better come on down
And meet the nicest kids in town
Whoo!
Nice white kids
who like to lead the way
And once a month
we have our Negro Day
And Im the man who
keeps it spinnin round
Mr. Corny Collins
with the latest greatest
Baltimore sound
So, every afternoon drop everything
Whoo!
Bo
On a distant, rainy hill, the old Frankenstein castle, as we knew and loved it, is illuminated by ANOTHER BOLT OF LIGHTNING.
MUSIC: AN EERIE TRANSYLVANIAN LULLABY begins to PLAY in the background.
ANOTHER ANGLE
As we MOVE SLOWLY CLOSER to the castle. It is completely dark, except for one room - a study in the corner of the castle - which is only lit by candles.
Now we are just outside a rain-spla
Clerks Script
[ Telephone Ringing ]
[ Ringing Continues ]
Hello.
What ?
No, l dont work today.
Im playing hockey at : .
Why dont you call Randal ?
Cause Im fuckin tired !
I just closed last night.
Jesus.
What time do you think
youre gonna come in, : ?
Be there by : ? Where ?
Swear youll be there by :
and Ill do it.
: or l walk.
[ Slurping ]
its a meaningless end
to the story
Got no time
for the
The Killers Script
Okay, I can lick you.
Okay, you think youre such a big shot,
but youre a little nut.
Bang bang, youre dead!
May I help you, please?
May I help you, please?
Were looking for a Jerry Nichols.
- Does he work here?
- Oh, yes, indeed.
Where is he?
Well, I-Im afraid you wont
be able to see him now.
Hell be in class another, uh...
hour and a half.
Im sorry, lady. We dont have
the time
Krypton, is empty for the moment. But the signs of its members are ever-present: around the great floating slab that is their conference table each has his (or her) own console of crystals - a transparent container marked with the identifying insignia, c.f. the symbols on each of their robes in Part I.
As Non and Ursa follow two paces behind. Zod strides along the slab, ignoring console after con
The camera is moving toward an Indian city. We are high and far away, only the sound of the wind as we grow nearer and nearer, and through the passing clouds these words appear:
No mans life can be encompassed in one telling. There is no way to give each year its allotted weight, to include each event, each person who helped to shape a lifetime. What can be done is to be faithful in spirit to the
THE LOST WORLD
JURASSIC PARK
screenplay by
David Koepp
EXT. TROPICAL LAGOON - DAY
A 135-foot-luxury yacht is anchored just offshore in a
tropical lagoon. The beach is a stunning crescent of white
sand at the jungle fringe, utterly deserted.
ISLA SORNA
87 miles southeast of Nublar
Two SHIP HANDS, dressed in white uniforms, have set up a
picnic table with three chairs on the sand and are carefully