dance!
- Do you like them?
- Very much.
Good, good.
Because I have to go
to Avignon in a fortnight.
- But you just got back!
- I know.
- For how long?
- Only... three weeks.
- One.
- Two.
- One!
- T... two.
All right, one.
Come on, go to sleep.
Kiss.
Sleep tight.
(cock crows)
(laughs)
Ive never seen so many gloomy faces
around here.
I shall be back in a week.
Then go. The sooner you leave,
the so
dance floor, making it a
wild scene. Fred Is a lion now, roaring away on his tenor,
driving everyone nuts.
CUT TO:
INT. LUNA LOUNGE - LATER
After the band quits to take a break, FEMALE FANS come onto
Fred, but he moves away, refusing their attentions.
CUT TO:
INT. LUNA LOUNGE - BACKSTAGE - LATER
Fred dials a pay phone.
CUT TO:
INT. The MADISON HOUSE - NIGHT
We move through the empty living room -
mask of flesh. Hes no middle aged
Russian mobster, hes ETHAN HUNT, an American in his early
thirties. He gestures to KASIMOV contemptuously. JACK hands
ETHAN a hypodermic kit and he goes quickly back into the
room.
ETHAN
(in English now)
Get rid of this scum.
Immediately, there is activity, and PEOPLE everywhere. TWO
OTHERS come into the room and carry KASIMOV out.
ETHAN goes quickly to
dance.
Herb Gorson, please.
Here you go, babe.
Peyton!
Oops. Sorry.
Yeah?
Herb, hi. Its Julie Hastings.
Listen, I found some memos
when I was researching the Von Hoffenstein deal
that I dont think I was supposed to find.
Theyre from Strack to a guy named...
Claude Bellasarious.
Theyre records of payments
to various people on the Zoning Commission.
Well, I think theyre payoffs.
Yeah, well, what I
dancing NATIVES)
Shoom boom boo ba! Shoom boom boo
ba --
모
STANLEY
Andy!
모
ANDY
(startled)
Oh!
모
The boy suddenly turns off, becoming introverted... awkward.
Frustrated, Stanley stares at his son.
STANLEY
Andy, this has to stop. Our house
isnt a television station. There
is not a camera in that wall.
모
Andy glances over at the wall. Hmm.
STANLEY (contd)
(trying to cope)
Son... listen to m
MASKS to protect them from the toxic air. In a
LONG LENS STACK it is a marching torrent of anonymous
isolated souls.
INT. JAKE몶S APARTMENT - NIGHT
The room is a tiny CUBICLEprison cell meets 747 bathroom.
Narrow cotwall-screen droning away in the B.G. --
PERKY NEWSCASTER
The Bengal tigerextinct for over a
centuryis making a comeback. These
cloned tiger cubs at the Beijing Zoo
are...
Jake labori
the stairs.
SARAH (in an affected voice): I cant talk to you now. Im in
rehearsal.
She continues grandly on and heads for her room.
MOTHER: You were supposed to be home an hour ago to baby-sit for
Freddie! Dont we at least deserve an explanation?
SARAH stops and leans over the railing. She speaks with a
melodramatic solemnity.
SARAH: As Meanders Queen, Ive been ... meandering. Dither me no
THE MASK
Revised by Chuck Russell
Third Draft
April 21, 1993
SHOOTING DRAFT
EXT. HIGH SEAS - DAY
The dragonhead prow of an ancient Viking ship cuts through the thick fog of the rough North Atlantic Sea.
MUSIC EXPLODES: WAGNERS "GOTTERDAMMERUNG" (Twilight of the Gods)
SUPERIMPOSE: THE TENTH CENTURY A.D.
EXT. BOW OF THE SHIP - DAY
Viking explorer LEIF ERICSON carefully studies his fob compass as he
dance
around the fire -- Rappers, Skin heads, Punkers, Dead Heads. Drinking,
smoking, making out. Party time on a hot summers night.
A group of SURF NAZIS at the waters edge. Nobody messes with these guys.
Their boards jammed in a semi-circle in the sand, staking out their turf.
They pass a bottle around. Loud LAUGHTER.
The LOST GIRLS, YVONNE and ANGEL, walk along the shore. They are cool --
wild
MASK cloaks his face.
A PAIR OF EYES
glare at Pamela from behind the cut-outs in the plastic
vizard.
PAMELA
gasps, stumbles backward.
THE FIGURE
flips up his mask to reveal
JIMMY HOWELL
a gangly teen, wearing a hockey jersey... skates slung over
his shoulder.
JIMMY
Hey, Mis Whittington, whats up?
PAMELA
My blood pleasure. You scared the
hell out of me.
JIMMY
Oh. Sorry. Im on my way to the
ring an