track. He sets his briefcase down and moves into the foyer
with a huge smile on his face. Its a frozen smile that
doesnt seem to be affected by too much in particular--like a
tour guide at Disneyland.
WOMANS VOICE (OS)
Hello darling.
WIDER.
MRS. GEORGE PARKER (BETTY) enters, untying the back of her
apron. She is a vision of 50s beauty with a thin figure and
concrete hair. Betty crosses to her hus
track) Far off places, daring
swordfights, magic spells, a prince in disguise!
BOOKSELLER: (handing her the book) Well, if you like it all that much,
its yours!
BELLE: But sir!
BOOKSELLER: I insist!
BELLE: Well thank you. Thank you very much! (leaves bookshop)
MEN: (looking in window, then turning to watch her)
Look there she goes
That girl is so peculiar!
I wonder if shes feeling well!
WOMEN: Wi
track at : .
You wont recognize me.
Im so thin!
Where have you been?
Youre almost late.
Martha, in this country
we have an expressi for almost late.
Its called "on time."
- You dont seem nervous.
- Im not.
Shes not nervous. Im nervous.
Youre hysterical.
How is Walter
taking it?
Taking what?
Theres nothing to take.
Here he comes!
Thank you, thank you,
thank you, thank you, thank you.
Its a great p
slave owner and an imperialist!
Okay. Thanks.
Appreciate it.
Youre not giving up already, are you? Monica!
First day of college, Im already saving my roommate.
You did not have to save me. I have been saving...
your butt ever since cheerleader camp. Have not!
Really? I remember a time...
a spotter was out of position and one of our cheerleaders...
was gonna do a face-plant.
Who was that cheerlead
track the French
soldiers.
As the lead wagon rolls over a muddy puddle, straddling
it, a MUD-COVERED FIGURE, reaches up, grabs the wagons
undercarriage, pulls itself up and clings, unseen to the
underside of the wagon. The figure, obscured by the mud,
barely looks human.
As the other wagons roll over other muddy depressions in
the road, three more mud-covered figures reach up, grab
and cling to t
The boy looks up, confused and frightened, concerned to see his mother crying in public. She looks at him tenderly.
Her brow furrows. She stops crying. She stares just above his eyes.
Somethings happening: she looks with wonder at the top of his head... his eyes roll upward, trying to see - its a crown!
He raises his hands. He touches it.
A beam of light illuminates the crown, casting its glow
slave ship...
washed ashore on Earth with no way
to get back to where they came
from...
A dishwasher tray filled with beer glasses CUTS ACROSS
FRAME, and we PAN WITH IT as it is slammed down on the
countertop.
Now an interview with a FRESNO HOUSEWIFE standing outside
a supermarket comes on the TV SCREEN.
FRESNO HOUSEWIFE
When the Newcomers were first let
out of the ship, they were
quarantined in
slave!" And he: "Good."
"I am your slave!" And he: "Good."
" For what?" said I.
" For what?" said I.
Free in the end, I am! What good is a caress when bliss...
Free in the end, I am! What good is a caress when bliss...
this man came to possess?
Here I am, readry.
this man came to possess?
Here I am, readry.
The trains are gone, the brakes are gone.
The trains are gone, the brakes are gone.
And I
track came a hobo hikin #
# And he said, boys, Im not turning #
# Im headed for a land thats far away #
# Beside the crystal fountains #
# So come with me, well go and see the big rock candy mountains #
# In the big rock candy mountains #
# Theres a land thats fair and bright #
# Where the handouts grow on bushes #
# And you sleep out every night #
# Where the boxcars all are empty #
# And the su
TRAIN WHEELS grinding against track, slowing. FOLDING TABLE LEGS scissoring open. The LEVER of a train door being pulled. NAMES on lists on clipboards held by clerks moving alongside the tracks.
CLERKS (V.O.)
몭 Rossen 몭 Lieberman 몭 Wachsberg 몭
BEWILDERED RURAL FACES coming down off the passenger train. FORMS being set out on the folding tables. HANDS straightening pens and pencils and ink