In chapter 11 - Ellie, Robyn and Homer save Lee from a restaurant because Lee had been shot. Ellie and Robyn’s job was to get a bulldozer and put Lee in the bucket of it while Homer got a getaway car. On Page 148, it shows that Homer is risking his own life to try and save Lee’s. “Homer was out of the car. It was a station wagon, a BMW, and he was opening the tailgate and helping Lee in.
Pages 123-124, lines 8 – 28, Pro Taberna, Clementis (In Front of Clemens’ Store) Clemens, however, did not run away, but hurried as fast as he could to the store. After he arrived there, he stood in front of his store motionless. He saw the doors wrenched off, the store torn apart. Eutychus was standing outside the store with his Egyptian thugs, and he was smiling. Eutychus while laughing said, “My dear fellow!
News anchor; Harry Reasoner described it as a test that “used human beings as laboratory animals in a long and inefficient study of how long it takes syphilis to kill someone.” Even as the Public Health Service was exposed, they remained impenitent and said that the black men volunteered themselves to be used as an experiment. The Government later ended the experiment. The Public Health Service still justified its actions by saying that the experiment was for the “greater good of science”. At the end of the experiment, 28 men died directly of syphilis, 100 died as a result of related complications, 40
Immediately, the three realize that it was Gatsby’s car and rush back to the Buchanan’s house where Nick finds Gatsby standing by the bushes. The audience would then have to wait until later the next day to discover the driver was in fact Daisy and not Gatsby, but in the novel Gatsby tells Nick as soon as they arrive to the Buchanan’s that Daisy was driving his car. This may be a slight alteration of the dialogue between the movie and novel, but it affects those watching who
I put my trash in my cup holder for now until I get to school to throw it away. When the light turns green and I lift my foot off the brake and push my foot onto the gas and begin driving once more. When I arrive at school I drive into the parking lot and look for my spot to park my car, when I find it I pull my car into my spot and then I press the brake pedal until I’m stopped. I put my car in park and turn my car off by taking my keys out. I then grab my garbage and my backpack then I open my driver’s door, close it behind me and as I walk to the entrance of my school I throw my trash away and press the lock button on my car key.
As Thomas walks alone down the convent corridor, Isabelle notices a police official outside the building with a gun. Frantically screaming Thomas’s name, Isabelle chases after the man and eventually gets his attention just as the front doors of the building swing open. At the height of this moment, an intense piano accompaniment can be heard as the building doors swing open. The final note from the piano is drawn out as Thomas, shown in a medium-shot, turns toward Isabelle as she runs down the corridor. With the convent doors now open, the viewer is able to see a squad of police outside.
I neared my home and decided to stop by the gas station to pick up some drinks and some gum. I made a right turn onto the street, and since it was a corner, I had to drive onto the merging lane on the other side of the street once the traffic light had turned green. I was never sure how it had happened, whether it was my fault or the other driver’s fault, but I blacked out for a few seconds and I reacted too slowly. What was worse, I accelerated instead of braking. I had just made it across the intersection and was in the merging lane when a silver car, larger than mine, had attempted to cross the merging lane into a parking lot.
Just then I saw my friend make a dash across the road. There was a loud blare of horn, a squeal of brakes and I saw a car knock into my friend. He fell as though his feet were swept from under him. Fortunately the car was not moving very fast and the driver managed to stop the car before a wheel could run over my friend. All traffic stopped.
On the interstate we were cruising along with the top down. Then in my rearview mirror I saw my friend, Mike Sorum, in his 1996 Firebird. He begins to hint that he wants to race by revving his engine and rolling his axle. I knew for a fact that I could beat this guy easy; however what I didn’t notice was the highway patrol that was right behind him. The highway patrol officer looked down at his computer to check on Mike’s plates because of all the noise he was making.