farm will be yours.
Meanwhile, you should fix up
your place up there.
Later youll be able
to rent it to a farmer...
or leave it to your kids.
- For that, Id need a wife.
- So?
There are plenty of girls
around here...
whod jump to marry
a Soubeyran.
Theres Chaberts daughter.
I bet if you wanted to...
I have no mule...
Im using yours.
I have no hens or goats...
theyre too much trouble.
I dont wear
wind is joined by another sound that mixes with it. A distant rustling. It gets closer and louder. Its shallow breathing. It gets ominous. Were interlopers on the floor of the forest and something is coming. SUDDENLY:
A MOCCASINED FOOT
rockets through the frame scaring us and ...
EXTREMELY CLOSE: PART OF AN INDIAN FACE
running hard. His head shaved bald except for a scalp-lock. Tattoos. Hes twe
THE BRIDGES OF MADISON COUNTY
Our story begins in 1965, on a hot afternoon in August.
FADE IN
EXT. IOWA LANDSCAPE - DAY
Rolling green hills, lush farmland, vast open space. Not a
house or sign of life in sight. On a long dusty road, a TRUCK
is driving across the screen. Clouds of dirt follow in its
tracks -- its motor, the only sound we hear.
INT. TRUCK - DAY
FRANCESCA JOHNSON is sitting in t
windows --
chickens peck among the straw that covers the earthen
floor.
??
INT. CONFESSIONAL BOX - CHURCH - DAY
A little wooden grill slides open and the friendly face of
the village PRIEST peers at us. He glances about,
perplexed.
PRIEST
Is anybody there?
A small hand appears -- then the face of a girl aged about
10, peering up at him through the grill. The Priest
smiles a trifle wearily.
PRIEST
farm.
/ learned cows dont find
bottle rockets as funny as / do.
Then there was this old lady
who had me for a couple weeks.
/ dont want to be unkind,
but she was a little off-balanced.
Scrub clean before supper.
And that means wash
under your fingernails...
...and back of your ears
and dress in your Sunday best.
I expect your schoolwork done every
night, laid out for my inspection.
-Is that clear
wind up like that.
Edie, come here.
I want to talk to you.
Father, whod want to kill Joey?
Stay away from him! Stay away from him!
Edie, listen!
Remember time and faith are great healers.
Father, my brother is dead and you talk about time and faith.
My brother was the best kid in the neighbourhood and everybody said so.
Im in the church if you need me.
Youre in the church if I need you?
Did you e
Mr. 3000 Script
You dont like me because
I dont sign autographs.
You dont like me because
I dont smile for the camera.
You dont like me because
I dont suck up to the press.
You dont like me
because I make a lot of money.
But you love me.
Because Im one of
the greatest hitters alive.
[Crowd cheering]
ANNOUNCER:
Were back in Milwaukee,
and the sound you hear
reverberating
across the cities and farm
farm, brick by brick, from the coarse clay of the earth.
A finely-made rocking chair, missing only the dowel on
which Martin is working, sits on the work table. The
chair is a work of art, thin and light, a spider-web of
perfectly turned wood, no nails, no glue. Sitting on the
woodpile, SUSAN, 4, a silent, stone-face wisp of a child,
watches her father. Margaret races in.
MARGARET
Father! A post
wind.
Okay, were back in.
- " Rolo Chuckles " - Whoo!
Heads or tails?
- Mmm... heads. - Oh!
- Whats "tails"? - You dont wanna know.
Moaning
Sword Unsheathing
What is it? Too waxy?
Shh. I heard something.
Was it, um, a strange sucking sound?
Chuckles Oh!
Say, what do you think about smacking me in the face a couple of times?
Not hard. Well, kinda hard.
Chuckles What do you say?
- No. - Oh, come
wind. The umbrella-like clothes
line on which it hangs bangs against a dirty glass door as if
trying to get in.
THROUGH THE GLASS DOOR a woman paces inside, agitated. The
VOICES rise over the banging, becoming intelligible --
INT. LIVING ROOM, NELLS APARTMENT - DAY
-- becoming a fight. JANE, 30s, dark-haired, furious, wheels
across a diminutive, neat, but poor living room.
JANE
Itll take a month