film noir scenewritten using a predictive text interfacesource: screenplays for ‘the maltese f
film noir scenewritten using a predictive text interfacesource: screenplays for ‘the maltese falcon’ and ‘the big sleep’method: 12 word options for the user at each step. stage directions used to write the stage directions. dialogue for the dialogue. arranged and formatted in final draft.page 1 here: http://objectdreams.tumblr.com/image/157223468594transcript:INT. HALLWAY - OFFICE BUILDINGThe sound of running feet comes from behind Marlowe’s eyes. He does a few scattered steps into the street as NORRIS appears with eyes that glitter between narrow shoulders which he found at the rear of a garage.NORRISYou see that privilege is now youth, sir. Yes, sir, this morning I thought it. I thought that privilege is now youth.He walks toward Marlowe and the front of his mouth smiles faintly. Marlowe looks up at his watch with eyes that are both tired and drained of sight. Hatred of paper matches with his eyes. Marlowe is something sullen and hot.MARLOWETake a look at me. Get out of here with your car driving and all your breath. Just get rid of your mind.He opens the envelope and slips down into it with a long contented exhalation. The sofa groans. The desk drawer looks around her, holding a luger pistol from her book which is about a car door opening and closing itself quietly.Spade gets out of his pocket. In his mouth twitch a cigarette and a ticket for an instant beyond the pale. Bookshelves of paper and tobacco smoke the room to a husky whisper.EFFIEThe widow is here in danger. I phoned her all night and now she’s in surprise danger.Camera dollies ahead of Spade and makes a careless gesture that Spade grunts at. The sound of bed-springs creaking is still audible in his throat.SPADEYou are dangerous to know. Your story of money and nothing else could have got them to revoke your woman’s intuition.Against the wall beside the door behind the partition in the middle of an adjoining room is a dark ambulance, bloodshot and mad, a car which has been turned into a grim moment of impact. -- source link