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He ponders, before reaching for 2 twigs and rubbing them together frantically in front of the candle, trying to ignite the flame. He rubs harder and harder before suddenly the twigs break in his hands. He stares at them before crunching them further in his grip. He breaths heavy, wiping his face with his hand. He looks up at the sky beginning to get darker. The forest canopy begins to dim.
THE DIG Written By Tyler Green Collin McCord 7.EXT. TODD’S HOME NIGHT Cut back to present time. TODD is sitting on the front porch of his home next to MAUREEN. She is on the phone and there is a bag on her lap. MAUREEN (on the phone) Okay. Okay, we’ll be waiting outside with the money. MAUREEN hangs up the phone. MAUREEN (to TODD) He’ll be here any minute. TODD is staring ahead in shock. TODD (frightened) You don’t have to give it to him. We can just take it and leave. MAUREEN And go where? TODD It doesn’t matter! Somewhere they won’t find us. MAUREEN (looking at ED’s truck parked next to the home) Todd, you left evidence everywhere. If they don’t find us, the police will. TODD (frantically) We’ll bring back the truck. It’ll be fine. We can start a new life somewhere! MAUREEN 1 There’s fingerprints all over his body! (Pauses) Todd, it’s too late for running. I have to tell the police. TODD (upset) I’ll bury him! I’ll dig a hole deep enough and MAUREEN Todd… TODD (upset) It’s not fair, he was a criminal! TODD stares at his mother with defeat. MAUREEN (comfortingly) It’ll be okay. TODD (apologetically) I’m sorry. MAUREEN (sighing) It’s not your fault. A car pulls up in front of the home. TODD and his mother stare at each other and then stand up and walk towards the car with the bag. 2
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Despite the large crowd, Robi realized something was wrong when she kept seeing a female carrying an infant, frantically combing the rows of people.
FINALS WEEK (OR, THE UNEXPECTED FOLLY OF ADDERALL) written by Harsh Karthik BLACK We hear a pencil scribbling, and a CRACK SMASH CUT TO INT. POWELL LIBRARY, FIRST FLOOR, NIGHT. A pencil is clutched tightly in a hand that is on the verge of breaking it, with the nib a good inch away, having left a light jagged trail. THAT VOICE (o.s.) How did we end up here? We tilt up to discover the face of a tense bespectacled STEVEN MEEKS (18), frantically reaching for his sharpener as his attention instead gravitates towards his open MyUCLA GPA page, and as he zooms in onto his GPA... THAT VOICE (o.s.) Do people here ever shower? This place is awful. Smells like balls. He shuts the momentary distraction as he resumes his search for his sharpener, which is misplaced, and possibly buried under the sea of papers lying in front of him. His hand is greeted by the speedy hand of JAKE RYAN (21), who reaches out to grab it to sharpen his own pencil. Steven is visibly surprised (and enraged) by this, and scrambles for it. STEVEN (Staring at Jake highly subdued, but highly anxious) Hey Jake, I need that back. JAKE (o.s.) (speeds up sharpening) One sec, man. STEVEN Dude, I really GIRL (o.s.) Guys, we need to focus. We move from Steve to discover the girl, CLAIRE STANDISH (20), sitting next to Jake. CLAIRE We’re almost halfway done with this. We can’t stall anymore! STEVEN I know but he Claire returns Steven’s reply with a stern look. Jake promptly returns the sharpener. STEVEN I… I’m sorry Jake, this final’s really getting to me. I’ve been memorizing these formulas and terms for ten straight hours. I’m just trying so hard to maintain that 4.0. As the camera pans back, we see three students crowding behind him, like his fanbase. RANDOM STUDENT (arriving from the back) You got 4.0? You got 4.0! RANDOM STUDENT #2 VOTE FOR USAC ELECTIONS! RANDOM STUDENT #3 Hi I’m from the Daily Bruin, how do you cope with having to maintain your 4.0 and what is your secret to success? STEVEN II’ve downed a good eight cups of coffee, and I’ve made two cheat sheets for the same fucking subject. JAKE Hey man, take it easy, you’ll STEVEN That’s coming from you Jake, your flashcard folder looks bigger than a user manual. CLAIRE Steven, it’s okay. at 11AM we’ll be done with this. We’ve tested each other with questions for half a day, we’re making progress. JAKE Wait, did you guys read the email the T.A. sent us ten hours ago? CLAIRE Email? STEVE TA? JAKE Yeah, it was something about chapter 18. CLAIRE I haven’t checked my email in a day. Claire pulls out her laptop, with Steven promptly opening his too. STEVEN (stops typing and fretting on laptop) I’m not in your T.A. section, right? JAKE Yeah, I’ll just give me a sec… Jake pulls out his laptop and looks for the email. STEVEN What was it about? JAKE (looking for email restlessly) Chapter 12. Ah, found it. STEVEN (mutters “Ah, fuck.”) What? What about chapter 12? JAKE Sent. CLAIRE What?! STEVEN (anxious) What? JAKE Check your email. CLAIRE (opens email) Fuck me. STEVEN I prepared so much for this chapter. (holding up whole cheat sheet) I made this for it. CLAIRE Face it, Steven, it’s no longer relevant! JAKE Sorry about that, guys.
INSIDE RESCUE HELICOPTER – NOON 3 Inside the HELICOPTER NESTOR and MIKE FORNEY are FRANTICALLY searching.
THE DIG Written By Tyler Green Collin McCord FADE IN: 1.EXT. LAKEFRONT NIGHT TODD is using a shovel to dig a hole in an empty field next to a lake. ED’s body, covered in shadow, is lying next to the hole he's digging. TODD is illuminated by the headlights of a nearby truck. TODD stops digging, reaches down in the hole, and pulls out a bag. We see him open the bag but we cannot see what’s inside of it. CUT TO: 2.EXT. LAKEFRONT A FEW MINUTES LATER TODD places the shovel into the trunk of the truck and then drives away. He stares deadpan at the road ahead of him. 3.INT. MAUREEN’S BEDROOM NIGHT The camera pans from underneath a bed to MAUREEN lying in her bed. Her hair is wet and her eyes are open. A silhouetted figure enters the room. The figure stands, almost unsure, at the door’s entrance and then slowly walks in. MAUREEN hears the noise of someone walking towards her and appears nervous. TODD (whispering softly) Mom. Mom, are you up? MAUREEN (relieved and turning to face her son) Todd… where were you? 1 TODD turns on the lamp next to her bed. We can now see his body is covered in dry mud. TODD (anxiously) I can’t explain now. We need to leave. TODD, while standing, takes MAUREEN’s arm but she does not let him pull her out of the bed. MAUREEN (concerned) Why? Why do we need to leave? TODD (frantically) Because… (TODD pauses and then pulls out a large amount of money from his sweater pockets) Look. We have enough to finally get away. MAUREEN (afraid, in a whisper) Todd, where did you get that from? TODD doesn’t answer. MAUREEN (horrified) Tell me you weren’t following your father. TODD (surprised) You knew about the money? MAUREEN doesn’t answer and appears shocked. TODD (visibly upset and speaking quickly) 2 I just wanted to confront him. Make sure he wouldn’t do anything to you again. I didn’t know he had all this cash up there. Where’d it come from? MAUREEN (panicking) Oh God. I can’t believe this. I can’t believe it. Todd, tell me what happened. TODD doesn’t answer. MAUREEN It’s not your father’s money. Oh God. I can’t believe you have it. TODD (confused and angry) What’re you talking about? We need this to leave. We need to take this and MAUREEN (frightened) Todd, what did you do? (Pauses) I need you to tell me exactly what happened. 4.INT. LIVING ROOM DUSK Flashback to earlier that night. ED is yelling at MAUREEN. He is clearly aggressive and drunk. MAUREEN is standing in front of a drawer and not facing ED as he speaks. ED (aggressively) Maureen! MAUREEN does not answer him and she appears lost in her thoughts. ED (aggressively) 3 Maureen, do you hear me? MAUREEN pauses for a moment. MAUREEN (cautiously yet adamant) I’m not leaving with you, Ed. ED (angry) We have to leave! I can’t let that greedy piece of shit screw me over again! He’s digging me a grave without even fucking touching me! MAUREEN breathes in heavily and turns her head towards ED. MAUREEN (remaining calm) Ed, it’s not fair. I never said it was. But we made a mistake and now we’re paying the consequences. And I’ll keep paying those consequences until I’m old and gray if it means Del Foro keeps his mouth shut. ED (agitated) He’s got me by my balls, Maureen! We’re leaving whether you like it or not. Some things are a hell of a lot worse than death! MAUREEN You’re not thinking! What about Todd? Is he supposed to just drop out of school and run away with us? ED Would you rather he wakes up with a bullet between his eyes? MAUREEN (becoming angrier) 4
She closed her eyes and shook her head frantically as she realized she would be easily deflated by the first villain with a pin.
I held my son in one arm and frantically sifted the shifting sands thru my fingers to no avail;
INTRODUCTION The Scandal at Karea and the Justified Departure of Fr. Pedro Fr. Pedro was accepted into the G.O.C. Metropolis of Mesogaea (that of Bp. Kirykos Kontogiannis) in February, 2009. Fr. Pedro also received rebaptism, rechrismation, and reordination even though he had the form of the triple immersion and was a cleric of another old calendarist synod (of Russian succession), in accordance with the new practice of Bp. Kirykos to baptize everybody entering his synod without checking the manner or form of the first baptism. For one year, Bp. Kirykos himself and the clergy and laity of the metropolis were very pleased in all aspects with Fr. Pedro’s confession and practice. On 15/28 July, 2009, Fr. Pedro was elevated to the rank of spiritual father – confessor, thereby giving him the right to confess and advise the faithful. (In order to verify this event, two photographs of his elevation to the rank of confessor are found in the list of documents on the website.) On 19 September/2 October, 2009, Fr. Pedro was assigned as rector (officiating priest) of the parish of St. Spyridon in Karea, Athens. (In order to verify this fact, the certificate of his appointment as parish priest is found on the list of documents on the website.) In the meantime, Fr. Pedro noticed that in his parish, where he had responsibility before God and men, the Holy Canons were not being followed by the laity. The first anti‐canonical occurrence was that women would enter the holy altar. The second anti‐canonical occurrence was that some women were scandalized when they saw laypeople receiving Communion every Sunday during Lent, even though these laypeople had confessed and prepared themselves in accordance with the guidance of their spiritual father. First Fr. Pedro asked for the help of Bp. Kirykos. But since Bp. Kirykos did not have any concern or give any advice and did not show any interest in his complaint, Fr. Pedro, as spiritual father and officiating priest of the Holy Church [of St. Spyridon to which he had been appointed], asked a layperson of the parish to give some photocopies of the holy canons and patristic teachings regarding women not being permitted to enter the altar, women not being permitted to speak or teach inside the church, and concerning the frequent communion after confession and with a clean conscience as an Orthodox teaching which should not cause even one scandal but rather the devoutness and joy for their brethren in Christ who received the Lord. (The photocopies which the layperson distributed with the blessing of Fr. Pedro can be found among the documents on the website.) As a reaction to the above, on the Sunday of the Veneration of the Holy Cross, Bp. Kirykos sent his FIRST BLASPHEMOUS LETTER to Fr. Pedro, in which Bp. Kirykos preaches at least five heresies. (A scan of this letter is found on the list of documents on the website). After a few days Fr. Pedro asked a lay theologian to telephone Bp. Kirykos and explain to him his doubt concerning the letter. But once Bp. Kirykos was informed that his letter was blasphemous and heretical, Bp. Kirykos began frantically screaming “Stop talking! Stop talking!” The next day Fr. Pedro received the SECOND BLASPHEMOUS LETTER of Bp. Kirykos, in which he dares to call the photocopies from the Rudder and the writings of St. Basil which were handed out at St. Spyridon’s parish as supposedly containing an “unorthodox mindset!” (A scan of this letter by Bp. Kirykos is found on the list of documents on the website). Two days later Fr. Pedro sent his FIRST RESPONSE to Bp. Kirykos, which Bp. Kirykos still has not responded to even though several weeks have passed. (A scan of this letter by Bp. Pedro can be found on the list of documents on the website). Bp. Kirykos invited Fr. Pedro to defend himself at a clerical meeting of the Metropolis but he forbade the presence of Fr. Pedro’s interpreter, Mr. Christos Noukas. This forbiddance is anti‐canonical because Bp. Kirykos cannot invite a priest to defend himself at a meeting without the priest having the means to express his positions (Fr. Pedro is of Brazilian descent and requires a translator to communicate in Greek). Fr. Pedro, seeing then that Bp. Kirykos was using a Caesaro‐Papist tactic, renounced him because of his many heresies and departed to another old calendarist synod in which he finds more seriousness towards the Orthodox dogmas and teachings, while in the person of Bp. Kirykos he saw a very small amount of seriousness, if not complete negligence. (Proof of the authenticity of the above can be found among the documents on the website.)
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