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"Here is an excerpt from the opening sequence in The Last Boy Scout.
Setup: Star running back Billy Cole receives a phone call at halftime of a football game, telling him he has to start scoring touchdowns, there’s a lot riding on this game. If he doesn’t, bad things will happen. Pressure on and popping some pills, Cole heads out to begin the second half, a crazed look in his eye…
DOWN ON FIELD
The huddle breaks.
The L.A. team trudges through the snow to the line of
scrimmage.
Cole adopts a three-point stance.
Everything happens in hyper-real SLOW MOTION:
The snow falls. The receivers breeze past, in motion to
begin their patterns. Moving like gazelles.
Cole's fingers paw the cold earth. Gouging it.
He is like a spring. Coiled and ready.
The ball is snapped.
Turf and snow. Erupting.
A fire******* series of POPS as linemen collide.
Legs churning.
The ball floats through the snowy air. Pitch-out to
Cole.He takes it on the run. Tucks it under his arm.
Behind him, the quarterback bites the dust, leveled.
Cole turns the corner. Picks up a blocker.
Feet pounding. Arms pumping.
Up ahead, the free safety barrels toward him. Low and
hard.
Cole does not blink. He reaches beneath his jersey.
Pulls out a GUN.
Pumps THREE SHOTS into the free safety's head.
The bullets go straight through. On the back of his helmet.
A mixture of blood and fiberglass.
Cole keeps going, jogging for the end zone.
Around him, sound. Fury. Impact. Confusion.
Another defensive back. Straight ahead.
Reacts with almost comical terror. Dives to one side.
Cole FIRES. Blows out the guy's knee. Ends a career.
Keeps going.
We are now in full-scale panic.
The players are fleeing the field. Shouts. Pandemonium.
A few brave men gather around the fallen players.
POLICE are on the field now. Running full out. They've got
riot guns, ****ed and locked. Sprinting through the
snow.
Cole crosses the goal line. Touchdown.
Drops the ball.
Turns, facing the cops. His eyes are insane.
The crowd is screaming. People are running back and
forth like extras in the Keystone Cops.
The first TWO BLASTS from the cops' RIOT GUNS go high and
wide. One SHOT BLOWS APART the base of the goalpost.
The forty-foot-high monument pitches over, collapsing
like a wounded giant. Lands in a shower of snow and ice.
Cole is oblivious to the bars crashing around him. He
smiles and says:
I'm going to Disneyland...
Puts the GUN to his helmet. FIRES.
Here's a piece lifted from a site...
"Here is an excerpt from the opening sequence in The Last Boy Scout.
Setup: Star running back Billy Cole receives a phone call at halftime of a football game, telling him he has to start scoring touchdowns, there’s a lot riding on this game. If he doesn’t, bad things will happen. Pressure on and popping some pills, Cole heads out to begin the second half, a crazed look in his eye…
DOWN ON FIELD
The huddle breaks.
The L.A. team trudges through the snow to the line of
scrimmage.
Cole adopts a three-point stance.
Everything happens in hyper-real SLOW MOTION:
The snow falls. The receivers breeze past, in motion to
begin their patterns. Moving like gazelles.
Cole's fingers paw the cold earth. Gouging it.
He is like a spring. Coiled and ready.
The ball is snapped.
Turf and snow. Erupting.
A fire******* series of POPS as linemen collide.
Legs churning.
The ball floats through the snowy air. Pitch-out to
Cole.He takes it on the run. Tucks it under his arm.
Behind him, the quarterback bites the dust, leveled.
Cole turns the corner. Picks up a blocker.
Feet pounding. Arms pumping.
Up ahead, the free safety barrels toward him. Low and
hard.
Cole does not blink. He reaches beneath his jersey.
Pulls out a GUN.
Pumps THREE SHOTS into the free safety's head.
The bullets go straight through. On the back of his helmet.
A mixture of blood and fiberglass.
Cole keeps going, jogging for the end zone.
Around him, sound. Fury. Impact. Confusion.
Another defensive back. Straight ahead.
Reacts with almost comical terror. Dives to one side.
Cole FIRES. Blows out the guy's knee. Ends a career.
Keeps going.
We are now in full-scale panic.
The players are fleeing the field. Shouts. Pandemonium.
A few brave men gather around the fallen players.
POLICE are on the field now. Running full out. They've got
riot guns, ****ed and locked. Sprinting through the
snow.
Cole crosses the goal line. Touchdown.
Drops the ball.
Turns, facing the cops. His eyes are insane.
The crowd is screaming. People are running back and
forth like extras in the Keystone Cops.
The first TWO BLASTS from the cops' RIOT GUNS go high and
wide. One SHOT BLOWS APART the base of the goalpost.
The forty-foot-high monument pitches over, collapsing
like a wounded giant. Lands in a shower of snow and ice.
Cole is oblivious to the bars crashing around him. He
smiles and says:
I'm going to Disneyland...
Puts the GUN to his helmet. FIRES.
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