fish guts
all over you, put a label underneath:
"Typical Filipino Cannery Worker" !
Probably pay better than this.
Ill be out on the water in my boat...
...and every time I make a set...
...therell be a floating
nursing home...
...with sons of bitches and
their cameras capturing the moment.
And what boat is this?
My boat.
You dont have a boat, honey.
Remember?
Oh, yes, I do.
Im getting it back to
Farm yard -- Dorothy enters left b.g. along road -- Toto following
her -- CAMERA PANS right -- she comes forward thru gate -- runs forward to
Aunt Em and Uncle Henry working at Incubator --
DOROTHY
Aunt Em! Aunt Em!
MS -- Aunt Em and Uncle Henry working with baby chicks in incubator --
Dorothy runs in -- speaks to them -- Dorothy picks up baby chick -- CAMERA
TRUCKS back as Aunt Em and Dorothy co
farm. A working farm. A
farm where honest Americans make
their living.
One particular justice, ROBERT WAKEFIELD, younger than the
others, is clearly bemused by this performance.
MR. RODMAN (CONTD)
The government, in its haste, has
employed an army of criminals whose
allegiance to the truth is, at
best, questionable --
Judge Wakefield interrupts --
ROBERT
Mr. Rodman...its too bad your
client didnt
farm.
Idealized images of Dorothy.
RODERICK (V.O.)
Ah! That first affair, how well one
remembers it! What a noble
discovery it is that the boy makes
when he finds himself actually and
truly in love with some one! A lady
who is skilled in dancing or singing
never can perfect herself without a
deal of study in private. So it is
with the dear creatures who are
skilled in coquetting. Dorothy, for
ins
farms and forests. He ponders something. Birds
sing.
MAN (O.S.)
Is something wrong?
Somerset does not respond, just stares off. The MAN, 34, wears a
real-estate brokers jacket and stands beside a FOR SALE sign in
the muddy lawn.
MAN
Is there something the matter?
Somerset turns to face the man, then looks back at the house.
SOMERSET
No. No... its just that everything here
seems... so strange.
MAN
farm equipment, his
movements jerky with panic. As he continues searching, the camera
moves past him, into the darkness of the hold. We hear Whittlesley
mumbling between low, ragged breaths. At the back of the boat the
camera finds...
A STACK OF CRATES... clearly labeled NATURAL HISTORY MUSEUM. Move in on
these as... The CRATES VIBRATE. The boat has started to move!
Whittlesley stands bolt uprig
farm couple in a poor wagon.
PREACHER
You say the word, and Im on my way.
LAP DISSOLVE TO
CLOSE SHOT -- PREACHER DRIVING
He brakes his car in a small riverside town; then proceeds.
PREACHER
You always send me money to go forth and preach
your Word. A widow with a little wad of bills
hidden away in the sugar-bowl.
LAP DISSOLVE TO
CLOSE SHOT -- PREACHER DRIVING
He shifts into second gear, climbin
Farm dwelling.
Original beams.
Barn.
Apple orchard.
Trout stream.
Seclusion.
Superb view.
Will sacrifice."
- Go on.
- Thats all.
- Thats all?
- You dont see it, do you, Father?
A fellow wants to sell his house,
he puts an ad in the paper.
Whatd you expect him to do,
take it to the United Nations?
Theres more to it than that,
isnt there, dear?
Certainly, Mother. What some people
dont see is the wh
fish salad on white bread
with mayonnaise...
...a Tab and a couple of Twinkies.
- Here, darling.
- Mom, thanks.
Youre gonna like that shit, man.
I got you a present.
- Gee, Elvira.
- I made it myself.
We got you something, too. A half bottle
of lilac vegetal. Its from both of us.
I drew you this picture.
- Here.
- Thank you.
I want you to have my Zippo.
Dad, you had this since the war.
Thanks.
Th
farm...
youre dead wrong.
Cause right about now,
the driver of the said vehicle
will be pulling over
to the side of the road
to help a beautiful young lady,
in roadway distress.
Hi.
My goodness, mister,
Im so glad you stopped.
I was starting to get a little
scared being out here all alone.
With hardly anything on
to protect me from the elements.
- Uh-huh.
- Ohh, wow!
Wow!
( giggling )
Look at all