PARADE?
THAT WHAT YOU CALL IT?
I CALL IT A JERKOFF.
RUSS, YOU ASKED
FOR HOURS.
I GAVE EM TO YOU.
NOTHING HAPPENED.
LOOK, I TOLD YOU
I DIDNT KNOW WHEN
IT WAS GOING DOWN.
BUT THIS LOCATION FITS
THE PENTAGRAM PATTERN.
MY INFORMANT SAYS
THIS IS WHERE
HES GONNA STRIKE NEXT.
I CANT RISK IT ANYMORE.
ITS TOO THIN.
I GOT MEN SITTING HERE,
BUT HES LIABLE TO HIT
ON THE WEST SIDE TONIGHT.
HEY, RUSS.
THEY LOS
1. Introduction
These days, we can see easily some gathered people on TV who demonstrate against KOREA-U.S. FTA (KORUS FTA) on the street around Seoul City Hall and hold candles on their hands, which is a kind of demonstration parade in the Republic of Korea. Even though a lot of people in Korea raised objection to FTA, KORUS FTA which made a lot of issues was ratified in the National Assembly
Bernice, dont you want
to get my hair brushed up
- before my mommy gets home?
- I sure do, honey.
You run up and get the brush.
Oh, that kid and her hair.
Puts me in mind of yours
when you was little. The colour.
This side of the street
dont get the afternoon sun.
My hip and my leg
ache me somethin awful.
(Footsteps)
I got the hairbrush!
Uh, Marnie, mind my leg.
(Mama) I never had time
to take
SOUTH OF 57TH STREET - NIGHT
11:30 P.M. The area is deserted except for a few STROLLERS window-shopping the department stores. And way down near 55th Street, TWO roaring drunk middle-aged men, Howard Beale and MAX SCHUMACHER, reeling along and hooting it up. NARRATION continues OVER -
NARRATOR
- who was president of the News Division at UBS and an old friend. The two men got properly pissed -
wall.
Charlie spins around to stop him --
CHARLIE
Whoa -- where do you think youre
going, hotdog.
Cavello butts him with his head, sending Charlie to the
floor. Then, crosses his arms in front of his face and
plunges through the WINDOW.
Nick, not missing a beat, gives a small sigh as he
follows.
NICK
(sighs)
Fabulous...
He takes off after him.
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EXT. STREET UPPER EAST SIDE - NIGHT
Nick, short
STREET, which is bathed in
beautiful BLACK AND WHITE.
MANS VOICE (OS)
Honey, Im home.
SUBURBAN HOME.
GEORGE PARKER enters the front door and hangs his hat on the
coatrack. 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.
street...
terrified of the civilian population,
any one of whom could be an I.R.A. gunman.
I was just a petty thief stealin scrap metal.
In Belfast, that was a dangerous occupation.
Get down, Gerry, for fuck sake.
Tommo!
The I.R.A. had already given me three warnings,
and when a British patrol mistook me for a gunman, that got me into real trouble.
- What do you think? Tryin to fuckin shoot us. -
PARADE.
YOULL BE
THE BEST-LOOKING ONE THERE.
OHH.
BYE, HONEY.
ILL LEAVE A TV DINNER
IN THE FRIDGE.
YOUR OLD GRANDMA
GOT HERSELF A NEW BEAU.
EXCUSE ME, MISTER,
BUT DO YOU HAVE
ANOTHER PIECE OF GUM
FOR HER?
OH, YESM, MAAM,
I DO. HERE.
TAKE ONE FOR YOURSELF.
THANK YOU, NO.
ITS JUST TILL
THE DRAMAMINE WORKS.
SHE GETS CARSICK.
I ONLY GET CARSICK
ON BOATS.
BUT IT SEEMS TO ME
THATS MORE THE FISH SMELL
T
parade for you and so forth.
- A parade?
- Get that out!
Why, you publicity-sick,
flag-simple goob!
Just because your parents
and the country...
Whos kidding who, Mother?
Johnnys up for re-election in November.
Youve got it all figured out.
Johnny Iselins boy, Medal of Honor
winner. That should get you votes.
Im your mother.
How can you talk to me this way?
You know I want nothing for myself.
My
Street. Domestic installation.
Im nearly done.
Ooh, Ill be wired up to the world soon, me... in touch with all parts.
- Nearly done. - Goodley.
I spend me life and me fortune in them slot boxes. Really, I do.
Ooh, but them uniforms are not very becomin.
You look like you been chucked in a tool bag, you.
Put me right off, that has.
And I always liked a man in a uniform, me.
- Oh, I bet you did. -