Продолжаем разговор о лучших образцах штатовского боевика

[morreth]

Еще два моих фаворита - "Смертельное оружие" и "Последний бойскаут". Нашла, полезла перечитывать. Люди, сколько замечательных моментов не вошло в фильмы! Я понимаю, что кино не резиновое, но все-таки!

Из ПБ:

I'm scared, Joe. Get me out of
this.
HALLENBECK
Must be my trick ear. Sounded
like you said, 'Get me out of
this.'
SARAH
You can take these guys, Joe.
HALLENBECK
I've got cracked ribs and a
concussion.
SARAH
Save me, Joe. Be a hero.
HALLENBECK
I don't believe in heroes.
SARAH
That's no excuse.
He stares up at her for a moment. Then, through bloody
lips:
HALLENBECK
Fuck you, Sarah...
And he smiles.

Из "ПО":

RIGGS
Guess I'll say goodbye.

MURTAUGH
Sure. Come over for dinner
sometime.

RIGGS
No, thanks.

MURTAUGH
Don't blame you. I'm thinking
of arresting my wife for cruelty
to bacon.
(beat)
Merry Christmas, Martin.

Или вот:

PUNK
Hey, old man, got any money?

Murtaugh stops. Stares. Blinks. And proceeds to kick
the shit out of him. A kick. A punch. The Punk lies
on the sidewalk, semi-conscious. Murtaugh scowls and
says:

MURTAUGH
I'm fifty. That's not old,
dickless.

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Кстати о скриптах...

[(Anonymous)]

Вот этот сайт знаешь?
http://www.chez.com/aztaroth/tableau.html
Собрание сценариев, причем оригинальных, в том числе к неснятым фильмам, например: четвертый "Индиана Джонс", "Нейромант" Гибсона, первый вариант "Спайдермена", написанный Кэмероном, "Небесные создания" и даже "Кинг-Конг" Питера Джексона.

А я недавно читал оригинальный сценарий "Леона"

[kurt-bielarus.livejournal.com]

Вот как там все кончалось:

SLOW MOTION
Mathilda appears. She wears Lеon's large overcoat. A
silenced gun at hand. Her face is harsh and immobile like
never before. In front of building's entry, two cops look
at her, stunned. This will be their last expression. She
gets in the corridor. At the end, STANSFIELD laughs together
with his colleagues. Mathilda advances until the white sheet
on the ground. She crouches down, lifts one end. Lеon's got
blood everywhere, but his expression is sweet and relaxed.
Mathilda caresses his cheeks. A man tips on STANSFIELD's
back. The group turns and sees the little girl crouched near
the corpse. Mathilda kisses Lеon's mouth and stands up. She
leaves her gun on the floor.
She looks at STANSFIELD, straight in his eyes, with a big
smile. STANSFIELD doesn't understand. Mathilda pulls her
hand out of a pocket and launches something to him.
STANSFIELD catches the object. It's a metal ring. STANSFIELD
understands lesser and lesser.
Mathilda opens her overcoat: inside, a dozen of granades
everywhere. One lacks its ring.
STANSFIELD UNDERSTANDS EVERYTHING.

COMPLETE, GENERAL, ABSOLUTE EXPLOSION
The shockwave shakes everyone in the street. Still in slow
motion, thousands of debris fall on the street. A rain which
is even sadder than usual.

Да, душевно

[morreth.livejournal.com]

Я себе представлю выражение лиц продюсеров при прочтении этого.

Вот еще неплохой момент - из того, что все таки попало в

[kurt-bielarus.livejournal.com]

Mathilda opens her lunch box and gets out a pistol which has a silencer. She stands next to Leon and aims at the dealer.

LEON: Okay, your turn.

MATHILDA: A little to the left please. (The dealer looks surprised, but moves to the left)

DEALER: It's not my dope!

LEON: Do it. (Mathilda fires. A paintball lands on the dealer's shirt and he starts to scream.)

DEALER: What the fuck?! What the... Hey?

LEON: Now the safety shot. (Mathilda shoots again, this time hitting lower down his body)

LEON: No. The second shot goes higher. With the first shot you knock him out. With the second you aim for the heart and lungs. But never the face. Because that way you can kill anybody and tell the boss that was your client, and they can't prove it. Got it?

MATHILDA: Got it, never the face.

LEON: Okay, pack up.

DEALER: Mister, what the fuck is going on? What the...(While Mathilda tries to remove the silencer from her gun, Leon fires twice killing the dealer.)

LEON: When you use the silencer a lot you find it can get very hot. You want to use something to protect your fingers. A black, damp cloth is perfect for it. (Mathilda finishes packing up and sets the powder stash alight.)

LEON: What are you doing?

MATHILDA: No women, no children right? Who do you think this is going to kill, donkeys and monkeys?

MATHILDA: There, now its clean.

LEON: Let's get out of here...

---
That evening in an expensive New York restaurant Mathilda celebrates her first hit with Leon.

MATHILDA: I thought we don't have the right to drink.

LEON: We're making an exception. For a first client.

MATHILDA: Well, since we're making exceptions, how about a kiss? Like in the movies?

LEON: No, Mathilda.

MATHILDA: yes...(with a cheeky grin)

LEON: No. (Mathilda gets up and climbs up the table to lean over...)

LEON: Mathilda, stop. Everyone is looking.

MATHILDA: Yeeesss...

Mathilda leans in close, but Leon begins to pull her back into her seat. A waiter arrives with a bottle of champagne and Mathilda pours it haphazardly into her glass.

WAITER: Enjoy... (Leon hides the bottle of champagne under the table.)

MATHILDA: You really don't believe me, do you?

LEON: What?

MATHILDA: When I tell you I'm in love with you.

LEON: Please, Mathilda stop. Just change the subject.

MATHILDA: Okay, okay, sorry... So how old were you when you made your first hit?

LEON: Nineteen.

MATHILDA: Beat ya!