1492: CONQUEST OF PARADISE
??
by
Roselyne Bosch
REVISED
September 23, 1991
??
??
FADE IN:
CREDITS AND MUSIC OVER:
INT. AUDIENCE ROOM - GRANADA - DAY
We start on a mans elegant slipper. He is seated in a
splendid chair. Moving up the stocking leg, we pass the
garter of Castile, coming to rest on a pair of delicate
hands. His fore finger impatiently plays with a large
topaz ring. Over this, we hear
Music 1 50. Not bad. Music 201, thats a graduate course.
- Renaissance polyphony. - Whats polyphony?
Nothing sexual, preppy.
I told you, my name is Oliver.
- First or last? - First.
- Oliver what? - Barrett.
- Barrett like the poet? - Yeah, no relation.
- Barrett like the hall? - Yes.
Im having coffee with a Harvard building.
Im not Barrett Hall. My great grandfather just gave it to Harvard.
So h
Music From Another Room Script
What do you say
we get ourselves some turkey, partner?
Theyre here!
Now remember,
I want you kids to be especially nice to Danny.
- Why should we?
- Because I say so, thats why.
- Dont touch that pie.
- Im hungry!
Hungry? You dont know what hunger is.
You want to know about hunger,
talk to the Russians.
- Theyll tell you about hunger.
- Grace has Russia on the brain
MUSIC in the woods, tinny and
incongruous, and still we keep PULLING BACK until...
...a car is revealed. A 1946 Plymouth. Parked in a clearing.
3 INT -- PLYMOUTH -- NIGHT (1946) 3
ANDY DUFRESNE, mid-20s, wire rim glasses, three-piece suit.
Under normal circumstances a respectable, solid citizen; hardly
dangerous, perhaps even meek. But these circumstances are far
from normal. He is disheveled
this boxing hall.
You owe us pence.
Ho! Liberace!
Will you give it a rest?
Billy, punch bag.
Youre not going until you do it properly.
Shit.
Give these to Mrs. Wilkinson and her class when youre done. Ill see you next week.
Okay, girls. Left hand on the bar.
Thank you, Mr. Braithwaite.
Pretty arms.
Bottoms in.
Where are you looking, Susan?
Lift. Feel the music. Feel it.
In time, Debbie, please.
Twice. Passing the dog.
A third bounce sends it skidding. It flips; its blades
snapping off like toothpicks. It lands belly-up,
soundless except for the whine of its engine.
The man with the gun rolls out before the explosion.
INT. MAIN COMPOUND
The half a dozen men, playing cards, monitoring equipment,
listening to music -- spring to their feet, startled.
EXT. COMPOUND
The dog reaches
teacher...
which is kind of gross, I mean, the combo.
But he had a lot of money from his last boyfriend who died of AIDS.
And I needed a place to get my shit together.
If you think Im just plucky and scrappy and all I need is love...
youre in over your head.
I dont have a heart of gold, and I dont grow one later, okay?
But relax...
Theres other people a lot nicer coming up.
We call them losers.
H
teach you!
Let go of that!
Whats going on?
Whats the matter?
The poor mans not well.
Dont move!
Dont move or Ill waste you!
Denree!
Kill him!
- Whos that?
- Hes the strong man at the fun fair.
I dont know him.
What do you want?
I have lost little brother.
He didnt come all by himself.
Well, well, kiddies, hard at work?
It looks like youre doing
really well.
Thanks for waiting for us.
Thank you.
J
teaching it.
I didnt know you went in
for that
sort of thing.
Which?
Teaching or seducing students?
Huh? No. No, I dont
if I can avoid it, you know
but you got to subsidize
the old poetry somehow.
I mean, come on.
If poetrys going
to mean anything
you got to take it
directly to the people.
[ Chris ]
That is pure paranoia.
[ Chris ]
That is pure paranoia.
Anybody who wants to
can read poetry.
Yeah
teach me.
Because it was just her and me. And she went to work.
She made 400 pounds a week.
Where was I gonna get that kind of money from?
Maybe if I was like that movie kid, Haley Joel Osment...
...I could pay her that much.
But if that meant being good at drama, forget it.
I was crap at drama.
Cause I hated standing up in front of people.
So, basically, I had to go to school.
The sad