Wolfen Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1981
- 115 min
- 526 Views
Not till it's my turn.
How's it going?
Identification?
- My face.
- I need credentials.
All that separates you from a guard dog
is a brain.
All right, Captain.
Good dog!
- Hey, Dewey. What's happening?
- Hi, Captain.
- What's this?
- ME's report.
Oh, yeah? What's with the morgue?
No answers to a lot of questions.
- Is that it?
- That's it.
What's the matter with you? You bored?
I'm thinking.
You're just not used to the expression.
Dungeman? Did you find out
what they were doing there?
Anniversary party
with 100 of their closest friends.
We know! We're checking the guest list.
Big party at the family compound.
It breaks up at 5:00 a.m.
They head back to their penthouse.
...a little booze, a little drugs.
They decide to boogie.
They were married there.
- How do you know that?
- I asked.
- You really are thinking.
- It's better than the Sunday crossword.
Maybe.
- Any Jack the Rippers out there?
- No psychos missing from the loony bins.
If it is the Ripper,
the ME can't find a trace of any weapon.
What?
Who knows?
with their hands.
- That driver was a Haitian, right?
- Yeah.
One tough son of a b*tch.
Worth three normals.
Ex-Papa Doc Secret Police.
Ton Ton Macoute.
Van der Veer had
a big liquor import business in the islands.
How that Haitian gets jumped
beats the sh*t out of me.
Voodoo? There's 80 goddamn sects
in Manhattan alone.
Come here, I want to show you something.
The meat and potatoes.
- Business and political enemies.
- Fuchek, what do you got?
Business enemies he ain't got.
Just one big corporate family.
Political, well, there's the action.
The family's got interests
on every continent.
Funding a government overthrow.
Putting a mine in some holy ground.
Moving a town.
A real friend of the Third World.
International terrorism, huh?
- You got quadrant four secured already?
- Yes, I do.
- Punch me up 20 on this.
- Roger, 20.
Got a demo run faction.
Unknown radical connections.
Wait, wait. Give me the stats on 20.
- Well, hello! That's Van der Veer's niece.
- Have the police pick her up.
Give me 20.
Somewhere in the world, every other day...
...a corporate executive is kidnapped
or assassinated...
...netting ransoms in excess of $1 billion...
...and forcing the expenditure of $50 million
in corporate security measures.
Transnational terrorism would rival
their victims in profit if you guys...
I want her.
...sophisticated Joseph Richmond, central
chemical plant manager in Columbia.
Yeah?
Good morning.
Hi! Good morning. Come in. Sit down.
Translation
Translate and read this script in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Wolfen" Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 28 Mar. 2024. <https://www.scripts.com/script/wolfen_23606>.
Discuss this script with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In