GoF script-exerpt!!

[Tim]

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire shooting script as of July 30,
2004: The First Task

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HERMIONE
That's it.
(to Harry)
Harry. That's it!
(hurrying off)
Of course the incantation will
have to be rather powerful and
you'll have to leave a window open...

Harry watches Hermione go MUTTERING off, then turns, looks for Cho.
Gone. He frowns, then passes out of FRAME, the CAMERA moving toward a
WINDOW...

EXT. HOGWARTS CASTLE - LATE AFTERNOON

...and through, soaring over the grounds to the dense trees of the
Forbidden Forest, circling the CRIMSON GLOW of the clearing, where
newly erected STANDS teem with students...

EXT. ARENA STANDS - LATE AFTERNOON

...descending into the clearing itself, where Fred & George conduct a
few last minute transactions...

FRED
Step up mates! Who fancies a
flutter on tonight's bloodbath?

GEORGE
Smart money's on Krum to survive!

FRED
One'll get you ten if Potter
dies. OW!

Hermione POPS George hard in the arm, glowering disapprovingly as...

GEORGE
We'd cut Harry in, of course...

...the CAMERA tracks back with her into a TENT, where...



INT. TENT - LATE AFTERNOON

...Harry paces. Hermione snaps shut the flap.
Smiles nervously.

HERMIONE
How're you feeling? OK?

Harry nods. Hermione glances about.
Fleur sits in stony silence. Krum
lies on a bench. Diggory paces.

HERMIONE
The key is to concentrate. After that, you just have to...

HARRY
Battle a dragon.

HERMIONE
Right...Oh, Harry!

Overcome, she throws her arms around him, when -- FLASH! -- Rita
Skeeter strolls
in, PHOTOGRAPHER in tow.

RITA SKEETER
Young love. How stirring. If things go
unfortunately tonight, you two may even
make the front page.

HERMIONE
You.

RITA SKEETER
Oh don't even start, you silly girl. I
can tell you where it'll end.

KRUM
You haff no business here. The tent is for
champions. And...friends.

Everyone turns, stunned to hear Krum speak. Skeeter studies him
appraisingly (as does Hermione), then smiles thinly.

RITA SKEETER
No matter. We got what we wanted.

As she exits, Dumbledore enters from the opposite end. With him are
Karkaroff and Madame Maxime and Barty Crouch.

DUMBLEDORE
Good evening, Champions.
(as they assemble)
You've waited. You've wondered.
And now the moment is here. A
moment only you four can fully
appreciate. Which begs the
question: Why are you here,
Miss Granger?

HERMIONE
Oh. Sorry. I'll. Just. Go.

DUMBLEDORE
(as she exits)
Barty.

Barty Crouch steps forward with a SMALL BAG of PURPLE SILK. SMOKE
weeps from the bag's SEAMS while its belly WRITHES with some sort of
interior activity. Crouch seems at great pains to simply keep the bag
in his hands.

BARTY CROUCH
Surely it's been ... agonizing ...
for you all... speculating...
these many weeks as to just what it
is that awaits you tonight. Within
this bag lies the answer...

As Crouch fumbles with the bag, Rita clucks her tongue softly as she
MURMURS to the phlegmatic photographer.

RITA SKEETER
Oh, Barty, what a magnificent
ruin you've become. And to think
you almost ruled the world. Of
course, that was before. Then the
cookie crumbled. I'll never forget
forget the day it happened. It's
quite remarkable to see a man
lose everything in the blink of
an eye. To see him...
(a hard smile)
...completely lose his grip.

As Crouch gains some dominion over the bag, he holds it out before a
wary Fleur.

BARTY CROUCH
Miss Delacour, if you will...

FLASH! The photographer steps forward to capture the moment and Moody
is revealed, having heard Rita's every word.

Fleur swiftly withdraws her hand from the squirming silk and finds a
tiny MODEL of a DRAGON bearing the number "2." It pads angrily over
her palm, lets out a TINY PUFF of SMOKE.

BARTY CROUCH
The Welsh Green. Mr. Krum...

Krum reaches in, draws "3."

BARTY CROUCH
The Chinese Fireball...

Then Cedric: "1"

BARTY CROUCH
The Swedish Short-Snout. Which leaves...

HARRY
The Horntail.

Dumbledore's eyes darken as they peer into Harry's palm. The
miniature Horntail rears up angrily, lets out a ROAR and emits a TINY
BALL of FIRE.

BARTY CROUCH
These represent four very real
dragons, each of which has been
given a golden egg to protect.
Your objective is simple: Collect
the egg. This you must do, for
each egg contains a clue, without
which you cannot hope to survive
the next task. Any questions?

The Champions stand mute.

DUMBLEDORE
Very well. Good luck to you all.
Mr. Diggory, at the sound of the
cannon, you may pro--

KA-BLOOM! Filch fires a SMALL CANNON a tad early, causing all present
to nearly jump out of their skins.

Cedric stares at the tiny dragon in his hand, then closes his fingers
over it and strides away. CAMERA RISES behind the remaining TRIO as
Cedric exits...rising higher as the nseen crowd ROARS...rising into
the peak of the tent where the canvas undulates with the FLAMES that
FLICKER beyond...cycling slowly back down to...

Harry. Standing alone. As he begins to move, CAMERA tracks after,
following him through the tent and into...

INT. ARENA - LATE AFTERNOON

...the ROARING arena, where HUNDREDS of SCREAMING FACES wheel above
him and THREE MASSIVE BANNERS hang TATTERED and SMOKING. Only the
banner opposite, emblazoned with the HOGWARTS CREST, is wholly
intact. Then...

A FIREBALL BURSTS through the center of it and the banner
DISINTEGRATES, revealing...the Horntail. Yellow eyes blzing. Spiked
tail punishing the ground where a GLIMMERING GOLDEN EGG lies. Harry
points his wand to the sky:

HARRY
Accio Firebolt!

Instantly, CAMERA CRANES high, soaring above the clearing and the
forest that contains it, leaving the shrieking voices behind, finding
Hogwarts Castle on the horizon. A PINPRICK appears in the sky,
lengthening, drawing closer in a RUSH of AIR. And then...Harry's
FIREBOLT streaks into view.

CAMERA CRANES DOWN, plummeting back into the abyss of SCREAMING
VOICES, tracking the broom right into...

Harry's hand.
Instantly, Harry ROCKETS into the air, clothes snapping, hair
fluttering off his SCAR.

Engraged, the Horntail's head swivels, yellow eyes tracking Harry's
every move. As Harry DIVES...

...the Horntail SPITS forth a BLAZING ROPE of FIRE. Harry swoops,
streaking under the flames, straightens out, DIVES again, then looks
down and...

...sees the dragon's SPIKED TAIL lashing up like a whip.
Harry rolls sideways, strangling the Firebolt's handle as the
dragon's tail whistles past and a GUST of WIND buffets him.

Rolling upright, Harry jets away, dodging one volley of FIRE after
another, then loops down and ...finds himself heading directly at the
Horntail. Furious, the dragon rises up, sends forth an errant BLAST
of FIRE and, for the briefest of moments, leaves the golden egg
exposed.
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