A renegade medical student builds a body out of several corpses and tries to re-animate it. It doesn’t work.
A British super spy is ordered to investigate a wealthy bullion dealer. The agent spends months pouring over records and investigating the particulars of the target’s company eventually finding nothing conclusive and is then assigned to a new case.
Owing to the machinations of a crazed bomber, a small business owner finds himself teaming up with a cop in a race across the city. They must reach a certain payphone in a distant subway station in time to answer the bomber’s call or a train arriving at that station will be blown up. They have too little time; the cop diverts on to target train in an attempt to defuse the bomb. Acting by himself, the small business owner just barely makes it to the phone on time. It is being used by a besuited white collar worker. Our hero asks politely, twice, to use the phone but is rebuffed. Desperate to avoid a tragedy, he shouts aggressively at the businessman, scaring him into releasing the phone. A beat cop, witnessing this, draws his gun on the small business owner, who nonetheless insists on answering the now ringing phone.
The cop shoots the small business owner dead. He will later claim he was in fear for his life, despite the small business owner being unarmed.
A rebel against Rome is captured, enslaved, and forced to fight as a gladiator. He loses his first bout.
As you may recall, they didn’t have any local currency, which is why they had to pod race in the first place, and their winnings weren’t enough to buy the freedom of Anakin’s mom.
So I propose this:
Watto: I am the only junk dealer who has the engine piece you need to fix your ship
Qui-Gon: We have 10 thousand galactic credits
Watto: Your galactic credits are no good here
Qui-Gon: What? Seriously? You expect to turn a profit being a junk dealer on a fairly unimportant planet and you refuse to accept the currency of the ginormous star empire that you are literally in the middle of? Wow you are terrible at business, despite the fact that you’re a mildly offensive Jewish stereotype
Watto: Haha, I was just kidding, it’s a negotiating tactic, of course I’ll take galactic credits
Or alternatively:
Watto: I am the only junk dealer who has the engine piece you need to fix your ship
Qui-Gon: We have 10 thousand galactic credits
Watto: Your galactic credits are no good here
Qui-Gon: OK, hang on, we’ll go find a moneychanger of some sort, although we’ll probably get screwed on the exchange rate. Back shortly!
Or even:
Watto: I am the only junk dealer who has the engine piece you need to fix your ship
Qui-Gon: We have 10 thousand galactic credits
Watto: Your galactic credits are no good here
Qui-Gon: You know how we’re jedi knights, and everyone knows that jedi knights are the powerful and magical enforcement arm of the ginormous and wealthy star empire that we’re right next to? Plus we have light sabers? Well, if you give us the engine we will owe you a HUGE favor. If you don’t… well, it’s VERY imortant to us that we get that engine piece. Are we in agreement?
Watto: Absolutely!
Man wakes up after an accident in an abandoned hospital. Staggering out into the street, he encounters a man who briskly runs up and promptly starts to eat him, whereupon he dies of shock and re-animates. No one survives in the whole of the British Isles and America nukes the works.
Just rereading the thread and bumped it for this one in particular 
A luxury ocean liner on its final voyage is capsized by a giant wave and the few survivors climb up to the bottom of the ship for rescue, their numbers decreasing with each new predicament. When they reach the rescue point, the cutting torch pierces the hull, all the remaining air races out at 300 MPH, the “air pockets” cease to be and the ship slips into the deep, taking survivors and rescue team with it. The salvage yard moves on to another scrap project.