music.
An old maid in night-dress looks in. Abruptly the woman stops playing.
The emotion leaves her face, it whitens and seems solid like a wall.
CUT TO BLACK
Sc 8 EXT UNDERWATER BEACH DAY Sc 8
Under water a long boat passes overhead, its oars breaking the
surface.
Sc 9 EXT BEACH DAY Sc 9
Amidst a riotous sea a woman, ADA, is carried to shore on the
shoulders of five seamen. Her large Victori
music.
- Well, if you want, you know, I could...
- Loud!
- Well, I could go talk to him if you...
- "Left My Wallet in El Segundo."
- He left his wallet?
- Hippity-hop music!
You know, they calls it hippity-hop music,
but it dont make me
want to go hippity-hop.
Hm.
And Othar dont like that music neither.
- Its been disturbin Othar then, has it?
- Well, how could it help but do?
"Left My Wallet in
music
to my ears.
Gosh, mister...
you sure know your
convenience stores.
Its my business to know
convenience stores.
- Yes.
- Okay, squirt...
fill up the rest of that smiley
bag and Ill be on my way.
Hey uh...
how much money you figures
in this here bag?
Uh, right about
five-hundred dollars.
Whats this?
Ten percent of the gross.
Dont spend it all on dope.
( chuckles )
Thanks.
Hey, man...
you forg
music in the main ballroom.
INT. THE BALLROOM
Short Round enters and stares across the smoky nightclub. On the stage, he sees a giant paper-mache dragon laying curled around the pagoda.
Now, the dragons eyes light up, its nostrils exhale smoke and its enormous jaws open. Out of the dragons mouth walks the star of the stage show:
WILLIE SCOTT, a dreamy beauty singing a sultry solo white the orche
local.
And you, Peralta, the boneyard.
I dont want our boards
hitting a piling.
I better not see any dings.
If you wanna surf the cove,
you gotta earn it.
Look at that right.
I got it, Chino.
Hey, here.
Hey, you should get out, man.
Lets go, brother. Get out there.
Vals!
What the fuck?
Go back to the Valley, kooks!
Are you guys lost or what?
- This is private.
- Youre not the law.
Go back to the
eye, a prominent set of jaw. Not exactly
what old Jacob
Ammann had in mind, maybe, but a well set-up man
nonetheless, and at
ease among men. Hes among a group of men including old
STOLTZFUS,
the local healer, FISHER, BIEILER and Bieilers stout
young son, Tom.
STOLTZFUS
Lapp was a good farmer.
None better.
BEILER
But not the man to buy a horse
for you.
(and)
Hochstetler, wasnt it your
father
s
down, couple of
billion to go.
INT. CATINA - DAY
Ellie buys two packs of thumbtacks from the general store merchant. Then
sits at a table and nurses a beer, when PALMER JOSS approaches.
PALMER
Arecibo, right?
ELLIE
Does it show?
PALMER
Yea. (opens up a box of crackerjacks, and offers some)
Crackerjack?
ELLIE
No. Thanks.
PALMER
Mind if I sit down.
ELLIE
Sure.
PALMER
I hear the locals; they call
music are the most direct reflection of the national identities. During the international matches such as rugby and football games, it is easy to clarify fans supporting national leagues from their flags, tattoo, face painting, clothing, songs and rituals. In generally, England fans waved the red, white and blue of the "Union Jack"----the flag of union. However, "as the UK has been restruced thro
A SILHOUETTED MAN in front of mirror dons his Marine dress blues. Spit polish shoes laced. Medals clipped to jacket. All in CLOSEUP. We never see him fully.
The Man puts HIS HAT squarely on his head. EYES glint.
On the mans dresser: MARINE MEMORABILIA. Three Purple Hearts, photos of a WOMAN (his wife), PHOTOS OF MARINES in combat locales.
TIGHTER INTO THE PHOTOS
We HEAR PANICKED VOICES, EXPLOSION
music!
Sorry.
Move your caboose
and shake it loose!
One, two, three, four!
Start the train!
Come on, men!
Follow me into a round robin!
Ladies, the inner circle!
Come on, ladies!
God wouldnt have given you maracas
if he didnt want you to shake them!
Okay now, ladies,
when I say ""stop""...
youre gonna find
the man of your dreams.
Stop!
Remember, hes the boss on
the dance floor, if nowhere else.
M