Master Gunnery Sergeant HARTMAN walks along the
line of
blank-faced recruits.
HARTMAN
I am Gunnery Sergeant
Hartman, your Senior
Drill Instructor. From now on, you will speak
only when spoken to, and the first and last
words out of your filthy
sewers will be "Sir!"
Do you maggots understand that?
RECRUITS
(in unison)
Sir, yes, sir!
HARTMAN
Bullshit! I cant hear you. Sound off like you
got a
p
ON A YOUNG ADULT
Struggling through a horse stance, his face in real pain. He is trying his best to hold the stance, but his legs are quivering. He drops out of the stance onto his knees. Master Kwan is right beside him.
YOUNG ADULT
Sifu Kwan, was that long enough? Its been 10 minutes...
Sifu Kwan shakes his head and puts his hands behind his back as he walks past the student.
KWAN
Masters of the Kitchen, the Robe and the
Ritual. All monks.
Lord Chamberlain ... The official closest to the Dalai Lama. A
monk.
Norbu Thundrup ... A sweeper who works at the Potala.
The Yigstang and the Tsitang ... The Tibetan Government. Monks
and laymen.
Taktra Rinpoche ... The Regent who replaced Reting Rinpoche.
A monk.
Ling Rinpoche ... A senior tutor, a monk.
Kashag ... The Dalai Lamas per
Master.
A 17th century city on the water, churches, spires, an ancient
bridge. The Thief wastes no time, unceremoniously...
...CUTS the painting from its frame with sure, perfect strokes.
Rolls it quickly in acid-free paper. Opens the cylindrical tube,
pulling out...
...another CANVAS which we cannot see. Deftly unrolls this,
fitting it carefully into the stolen paintings now-empty frame.
Re-hang
Master often says
Retribution knows its time
Who knows how you and I will end up?
Time to work!
This early?
Ive got to eat! So do my boys!
Take the whole box
Thats okay. Keep it
Dont worry about it! Just go!
Want to use the back door?
Aint no rules against schmoozing
with cops
The front doors fine. Got used to it
Prat Avenue!
Prat Avenue
Is Uncle Kwun in?
Uncle Kwun! Someones looking for you!
Bye
GONE IN 60 SECONDS
by Scott Rosenberg
4/6/99
"I wonder," Toad said to himself presently, "I wonder
if this sort of car starts easily?"
Next moment, hardly knowing how it came about, he
found that he had hold of the handle and was turning
it. As the familiar sound broke forth, the old
passion seized on Toad and completely mastered him,
body and soul ... He increased his pace, and as the
car devour
Zen concentration. Body weight centered, eyes
forward and on the next section.
??
EXT. URBAN STREET - DUSK
SLOW MOTION ON a black sedan.
Creeping along store fronts. Past a Winchells.
PEOPLE splash steps down rain-washed sidewalks in DREAM
MOTION. The sedan turns past the FIRST VIRGINIA BANK and
into an alley.
??
INT. BLACK SEDAN
TWO MEN and ONE WOMAN in SUSPENDED TIME put on overcoats
and hats.
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
WILD THINGS
by Stephen Peters
rewrite by Kem Nunn
FADE IN:
MAIN TITLE SEQUENCE -- BLACK
INTERCUT -- QUICK FLASH-FORWARDS
INSIDE A STEAMY SHOWER -- A wet naked woman and man wrapped
around each other in ecstasy -- legs, arms, hair, mouths.
BLACK -- MORE TITLES -- then
Moonlight reflects on a vehicles shiny surface. FISTS THUD into
flesh. O.S. -- a man slams of the hood, rebounds away.
BLACK -- MOR