shades.
SEBASTIAN (cont d)
Damnit.
Sebastian leans back in his chair and closes his eyes.
He s obviously tired. He opens his eyes and stares up at
the ceiling. Painted across the white matte finish in big
red letters is a brief reminder - You Should Be
Working. Sebastian sighs, leans forward and begins
pecking away again.
LATER:
The television is now only static. We pan by his alarm
clock.
phrase it like that.
- How would you phrase it?
- She has, um, these dreams.
- Is she a clairvoyant?
- No.
Does she talk to dead people?
Communicate with the dead?
What? Detective, this isnt a seance.
I was gonna ask
does she wear a turban? (Laughs )
One of those crystal balls
with a lamp shade?
- None of that.
- Just checking.
Tell me what happened.
She dreamt the child
was taken to an orchard
shades?
Expecting the sun to come out?
Something I said?
Your taste in music, mate.
Its shite!
- Get in there!
- Lets go, man.
- How you doing?
- Get in.
- Wheres Liam?
- Dont know, mate.
Wheres Liam? Wheres Liam?
You said he was at the bookies.
Hey, hey. Wheres the strips?
- The strips?
- Yes, the strips.
In the pipeline. Guaranteed.
Ill give you "pipeline".
Go on, in there.
- Christ Almighty!
-
shades her eyes and pinpoints the source...
A SMALL MIRROR reflecting rays of bright sun, housed within a
locket and chain. Its held by EDWARD, a haunted-looking boy
of seven with a precocious grin and piercing eyes. He sits
on a fallen tree trunk, patiently waiting for her arrival.
CATHERINE
Thanks for the horse.
Hes a shy child, yet comfortable with Catherine.
EDWARD
You liked him?
CATHERINE
He
-
Mona Lisa Smile Script
All her life she had wanted
to teach at Wellesley College.
So when a position opened
in the Art History department...
... she pursued it single-mindedly
until she was hired.
It was whispered
that Katherine Watson...
... a first-year teacher
from Oakland State...
... made up in brains
what she lacked in pedigree.
Which was why this bohemian
from California...
... was on he
shade.
Yeah.
Hmm.
Mmm.
My place is wrong?
Yours is the first place
Danzer and Dora will look if they...
If they know.
- Whats in the satchel?
- Its full of money.
That would be the day.
- Whered you get the pistol?
- At the gettin place.
- Did you buy that gun?
- No. I found it.
- Llewelyn.
- What? Quit your hollering.
Whatd you get for that thing?
You dont need to know everything,
Carla Jean.
-
shade, quick!
- Let him alone.
- But, Merridew.
Hell be all right.
Simons always throwing a faint.
Now lets decide
what were going to do.
Thats why Ralph made a meeting--
so as we can decide what to do.
We got most names.
Those two-- theyre twins.
Sam and Eric.
- Im Sam.
- Im Eric.
Im Ralph.
- And you ?
- Douglas.
- Yours ?
- Charles.
And what are all your names ?
Henry.
Maurice.
Robert.
Wilbur.
shades cast a golden glow on the tables. The patina of age is everywhere. It is very quiet.
LIBRARIAN
A slightly stout, studious looking girl in her late twenties circulates quietly among the tables picking up books and putting them on her cart. Everything seems completely normal and peaceful.
POV
A single eerie musical note signals the presence of something strange looking down on the Librarian
A Texas Ranger patrol car pulls into the parking lot and a real live Texas Ranger, EARL MCGRAW, steps out. McGraw is in full ranger uniform - button shirt, cowboy hat, boots, mirrored shades, tin star and a colt revolver on his hip.
Its about an hour and a half before sundown and McGraw is off duty for the day.
The only other car in the parking lot is a 1975 Plymouth
(Charley Varricks car).
INT.
SNOW FALLING ON CEDARS
Screenplay by Ron Bass and Scott Hicks
Based on the novel by David Guterson
May 4, 1998
NOTE: THE HARD COPY OF THIS SCRIPT CONTAINED SCENE NUMBERS
AND SOME "OMITTED" SLUGS. THEY HAVE BEEN REMOVED FOR THIS
SOFT COPY.
EXT. THE SUSAN MARIE, SHIP CHANNEL BANK - NIGHT
Fog. Penetrated only by sound. The LAPPING of sea at a
drifting hull. Tendrils of mist part, revealing...
...a f