looking friend.
It certainly is a nice day,
isnt it, Miss Brice?
Yes, Miss Glassman. Its a lovely day.
Of course, at first youll be nothing
but an orderly, more or less.
Its long hours, terrible pay.
Its dirty, often degrading,
sometimes dangerous.
Do you know why you work here?
- Maybe I shouldnt ask you that.
- No, no. Thats all right.
Its something that all of us
who work here have to ask ours
looks down from on high
Will his battle be lost
by mixin the races?
We want beautiful babies,
not ones with brown faces
Never, never, never, I say
For the Ku Klux Klan is here to stay
Never, never, never, I say
Cos the Ku Klux Klan is here to stay
These Ku Kluxers are better
with lynchings than with lyrics.
Just read the file, Mr Anderson.
I can do without the cabaret.
- You dont like me much, do
A beautiful, sprawling suburban estate at sunset. Classic wrought-iron gates protect a winding driveway which snakes its way up through a neatly manicured lawn.
INT. WAYNE LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
ALFRED PENNYWORTH, the Wayne family butler, fluffs up a cushion in the large, elegant living room. A kind-looking man in his late forties with dark moustache and hair, he epitomizes the proper British moor d
looked at her. Looked at her again. I
didnt know what she was talking about.
"Theyre making a film at Universal
called Man of a Thousand Faces.
My friend Jimmy Cagney
is playing Lon Chaney.
Irving discovered him and made
him the biggest star in silent film.
He was only at the time. He was
even too young to sign the checks.
But not too young to run a studio."
Im thinking to myself, wow,
this cant
look like hell.
- Morning, Mrs. Schwartz. Schnatzie.
- Good morning, Gracie.
Hart.
Yes, sir.
ETA, minutes.
No problem. Breakdown?
Yes, sir. Negative.
Do not need assistance.
Ten-four. Yes, sir, I know its hot.
Hey, you cannot park--
Its an emergency. Official business.
Aside, please. Thank you.
Official business. Step aside.
Hey, get lost! Im waiting here.
FBI. You might want
to stay out of this.
look into the lenses.
Yes, in this little rural
town of the Apulia,
where the land is not generous,
the opportunities offered by
the movie industry seem more
appealing than those offered
by the agricultural reform.
Castellanetas night
smells more like pomade
than like ripe crops.
And the young ones dream,
enraptured by the sweet
rhythm of tango.
...of the other communities.
But, alas, in Rossano
looking down, almost like the POV of the person shes having sex with. She id breathing extremely heavily; her face is red-hot and sweaty. Every time she moves, she makes a deep moaning noise. She looks likes shes on the verge of pain and ecstasy.
GIRL
Oh yes, Telly it hurts, oh yes, oh yes, please Telly, Telly.
The CAMERA backs up to reveal Telly having sex with the girl. Telly is seventeen years
look UP TOWARD the window, theres nothing there. The pigeons wheel above the plaza. We FOLLOW, finally losing them to the sky. SLOWLY that sky BLEEDS from gray to blue.
And as we PAN BACK DOWN...
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. MARSH - SUNSET
Were no longer in a plaza, but in a vast marshland. Not in the past, but in the present. The sun sparkles over the water. Two silhouetted figures move past in the distanc
oriented, frantic:
OWENS
Why did I fall on you?
FRY
Hes dead. Capns dead. Christ, I was
looking right at him when --
OWENS
I mean, I mean, chrono shows were 22
weeks out, so gravity wasnt supposed to
kick in for another 19. I mean, I mean,
I mean, why did I fall at all?
FRY
You hear me? Captains dead. Owens too.
OWENS
Oh, no. Not Owens, not.... Wai, wai,
wait. Im Owens. Right?
They swap nightmare
look like hell.
-Morning, Mrs. Schwartz. Schnatzie. -Good morning, Gracie.
Hart.
Yes, sir.
ETA, minutes.
No problem. Breakdown?
Yes, sir. Negative. Do not need assistance.
Ten-four. Yes, sir, I know its hot.
Hey, you cannot park--
Its an emergency. Official business.
Aside, please. Thank you.
Official business. Step aside.
Hey, get lost! Im waiting here.
FBI. You might want to stay out of this.
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