mother!
Whens the flag on that butterball gonna pop?
- Professor.
- Doctor.
- How you doing?
- Cant complain.
Why dont you and the kids watch
some football with Danny?
Give her the cake. There you go.
Thank you, Danny!
- Happy Thanksgiving.
- Welcome.
Lets get you a drink.
You moved.
Keep your arms still!
I miss Liz so much.
Ill see something on the TV,
and Ill want to call her and tell her.
Yeah
MOTHER,
AINT IT?
YEAH, SURE IS
A POWERFUL MOTHER.
" BANKIN OFF
OF THE NORTHEAST WINDS "
" SAILIN ON
A SUMMER BREEZE "
" AND SKIPPIN
OVER THE OCEAN "
" LIKE A STONE "
[GUNSHOTS]
THIS IS
THE SHOOTING SEASON.
NOWS THE TIME TO GO
TO LLOYDS DISCOUNT STORE
FOR ALL
OF YOUR GUN SUPPLIES.
LISTEN
TO THESE VALUES.
REMINGTON SHOTGUN
FOR ONLY...
[SALLY BUCK]
YOU LOOK REAL NICE,
LOVER BOY. REAL NICE.
MAKE YOUR
MOTHER and FATHER just coming out of a neighbors house.
Mother and Father stare at the POV, at first in puzzlement, then slow,
growing horror.
MOTHER
Michael?
4 CLOSE SHOT - MICHAEL - CRANE
The fathers hand reaches up and rips off the Halloween mask,
revealing MICHAEL, 6, underneath, a bright-eyed boy with a calm, quiet
smile on his face.
CAMERA PULLS BACK, revealing the blood-stained butcher kni
mother.
There he is.
Oh, you look so handsome
in that suit.
And Rose.
Yes, well-- Rose.
Rose from Edmonton.
You remember
Rose from Edmonton.
Rose from Edmonton.
Your dear sister
jennifer.
Hi.
Alex.
Alex. I thought
that was you.
I didnt know you
were back in the picture.
I thought you had fled to, um--
Patrick. Patrick, shut up.
To the hills
or wherever--
He comes back
when it counts.
Yeah, but Im
Mother Nature, I think Mother wants us to."
William Gaylin
The second title fades off, leaving a dark screen.
The darkness gradually gives way to a dawning light.
We are confronted with sight of a barren, empty landscape. A
wide expanse of wasteland.
Suddenly, without warning, an elephant tusk falls from the sky
and crashes onto the parched ground. The earth-shuddering
impact causes the tusk to r
mother, and listen to me.
A man who does not pay his taxes is no more than a thief.
- My father was a Musketeer. - I know.
Planchet. Not here.
Ive heard otherwise. Youve heard wrong.
Not only a thief, but also a liar.
Im so sorry, little DArtagnan.
Planchet will take care of you.
I do not hope to replace your parents. No one can.
However, I would like to help you in becoming a man.
Its a rather t
mothers going to PTA
today. Well see what your
teacher has to say.
(Takes a big gulp as fly buzzes away)
CHIP
(Giving a pleading look to MOM as
the buzzing of the fly builds in
intensity on the soundtrack)
Aw, Mom! I hate Mr. Stubbins!
MOM
(Moving in for the kill, hissing
the words in a rage)
Dont say the word "hate", honey.
"Hate" is a very serious word!
MOM swats violently and we see fly splat
Mother to see this go.
Still, its fifteen years since she passed on
and its still the same.
I mustnt like change either.
Its not bad.
Youre not saying you like it?
- I do. - Why?
Dunno. Its full of the past.
And boredom.
Talking of boredom,
allow me to introduce...
my first love.
One is marked for life by onanistic practices
in front of a girl painted two centuries earlier.
More vividly,
as my pu
MOTHER comes to remove the blindfold and
Nicholas ogles the cake, laughs. He reaches for a sparkler.
STEP PRINT: Mother intercepts, fussing, fixing his hair...
Nicholas FATHER sits near, smoking, nodding. Hes intense,
thin, wearing a party hat. He notcies the camera without
mugging for it, bends to snuff his cigarette in an ashtray.
SPLICE-JUMP TO/STEP PRINT: a Harlequin CLOWN ties balloon
animal
tongues hanging out.
Im fucking melting here.
Look at me.
Getting them their fucking drinks.
Shes driving me fucking mad, she is.
I was just telling him
about that Deborah.
-Remember Deborah?
-Deborah?
-That fucking sort. Right good-looking.
-Oh, the bank bird.
-So, anyway, I get to the door, right?
-Thats if its true.
I ring the bell, right?
Im standing there, Im waiting, right?
Theres a geezer