a smile on my face without feelin like the good Lord gypped me.
INT. RALPHS
It is late, the supermarket all but deserted. We are tracking in on a fortyish man in Bermuda shorts and sunglasses at the dairy case. He is the Dude. His rumpled look and relaxed manner suggest a man in whom casualness runs deep.
He is feeling quarts of milk for coldness and examining their expiration dates.
VOICE-OVER
looms in a LOW ANGLE, part of the clutter behind the gymnasium.
A CAT enters FRAME.
CAMERA DOLLIES FORWARD, prowling with him through the landscape of trash receptacles and shadows.
CLOSE ON CAT
Which freezes, alert, sensing something just beyond human perception.
A sourceless wind rises, and with it a keening WHINE.
Papers blow across the pavement.
The cat YOWLS and hides under the dumpster.
Milk Money Script
You ever fart and sneeze
at the same time?
You ever barf up something
you know you didnt eat?
I got sick one time
and barfed a whole shrimp.
I mean, I know I chewed it.
I got a better one.
Once, I barfed so hard
that I pulled a string bean
out of my nose.
That was gross.
Oh, thats so slimy.
Ew.
You know when you just
wake up, and youre sick,
and youre just waiting
to suck it dow
STAND BY ME
Writer: I was twelve going on thirteen first time I saw a dead human being.
It happened in the summer of nineteen-fifty-nine. A long time ago.
But only if you measure in terms of years.
I was living in a small town in Oregon called Castle Rock. There were
only 1281 people, but to me it was the whole world.
Radio: Hey its the bossman Bob Cormier here. Its a beautiful Friday
morning i
humans go.
And I think you could say, Roger is
a rather handsome animal in his way.
I could see no reason
why my pet...
didnt deserve
an attractive mate.
At least I was determined
to do my best.
Of course, dogs are a pretty
poor judge of human beauty.
But I had
a rough idea...
of what
to look for.
Hmm!
Unusual breed.
Very unusual.
Hmm!
Oh, surely not.
Well now,
what have we here?
Hmm.
Well, a lit
Downtown L.A. Noon on a hot summer day. On an EXTREME LONG LENS the lunchtime crowd stacks up into a wall of humanity. In SLOW MOTION they move in herds among the glittering rows of cars jammed bumper to bumper. Heat ripples distort the torrent of faces. The image is surreal, dreamy... and like a dream it begins very slowly to...
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. CITY RUINS - NIGHT
Same spot as the last shot, bu
milk.
Dont stay out all evening.
Thank you.
So he can talk. - Sure.
I just havent had
anything to say be fore.
Youre kind.
- I dont know about that.
Weve been luck y... this place
and a job for Nieminen.
What does he do? -Hes a night-
watchman at the coal yard.
Just a couple of nights
a week, but still.
We can soon apply for
a council flat.
Theyll be taking in new
applications in a year or two.
T
human man?
- Shh, Maggie!
- No, give me that!
- No! Ooh!
- Maggie! Maggie!
Hes cute. Who is he?
- None of your business.
Well, I, for one...
Am shocked...
and appalled.
Shh! Dont, Maggie. Shut up.
Life doesnt have
to be this hard, Mag.
If you just prepared a little, you know,
maybe went back to school?
Oh, right.
Cause that worked so well the first time.
I mean the literacy place.
Retard "U."
- I
HUMAN
SILHOUETTE stumbles through the darkness, the top of his
head flat, his arms long and heavy, his boots weighted with
mud.
Suddenly the storm fades. Light creeps into the scene, and
color, as we DISSOLVE TO:
THE PACIFIC OCEAN
melting into a hazy morning sky. In a box canyon off the
coast highway, we see row after neat row of trailer homes, a
makeshift village for beach bums.
INT. TRAILER - D
milk.
He could just be loading a shotgun.
Shut up. Lacey, theres been somebody following us.
-Somebody on horseback? -Yeah.
Come on.
Some kid.
Thats a hell of a horse.
Aint it, though?
You hunting us?
-I aint hunting you. -Then how come you following us?
I aint. Im going to Langtry. I dont even know who you are.
-Whered you get that horse? -Its mine.
-How old are you? -Sixteen.
-Lyin