what it is.
Im gonna tell you what it is.
Conspiracy, collusion, compllcity.
Thats all it is.
Let me break it down like a fraction for you
about my man Fred Bud Kelly.
Fred Bud Kelly made skates
out of whiskey bottIes...
...at his uncIes farm in the earIy s.
That was over there in Nova Scotia.
Im gonna tell you something else. You
never seen his name on the StanIey Cup.
You know why that is?
farming purposes of through careful landscaping, in the shape of parks and lakes. The castle dominates itself, an enormous pile, compounded of several genuine castles, of European origin, of varying architecture - dominates the scene, from the very peak of the mountain.
DISSOLVE:
GOLF LINKS (MINIATURE)
Past which we move. The greens are straggly and overgrown, the fairways wild with tropical weed
manages a Carpeteria.
DARRYL
Damnit, Thelma, dont holler like
that! Havent I told you I cant
stand it when you holler in the
morning.
THELMA
Im sorry, Doll, I just didnt want
you to be late.
Darryl is checking himself out in the hall mirror, and
its obvious he likes what he sees. He exudes over-
confidence for reasons that never become apparent. He
likes to think of himself as a real lady killer.
farm...
...and an uncle, who was a Northern
guy, black Northern guy...
...came out of the field one day
and started narrating...
...Antonys speech, the funeral oration.
- From Shakespeares Julius Caesar?
- Yeah. Wed heard stuff from the Bible...
...but my first time as a kid,
I was hearing...
...great words having great meaning.
What brings us to Montreal?
To Paris? To London?
What takes us into
CHARADE
FADE IN (BEFORE TITLES)
1. EXT. FRENCH COUNTRYSIDE -- DUSK
Silence -- complete silence for the urbanite, though the
oncoming darkness is punctuated by the sounds of farm
country -- a few birds, a distant rumble of thunder from
some heavy clouds on the horizon, a dogs barking.
CAMERA PANS the green, squared-off flatland, lit only by
a fine sunset in its final throes. Then, gradually,
start
FARM BRIENNE - DAY
A lovely, late-summer afternoon. A small group of boys,
in their school uniforms, are impatiently gathered around
a rough table, covered with stacks of thick bread and jam
and tin mugs of milk. The farmers wife supervises
things, collecting a sou from each boy.
Napoleon, 9, stands apart from the group, drinking his
milk, a book under his arm, lost in thought, gazing across
the
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
management.
Let me go directly
to the point.
Im for doing
some replacing.
Ive discussed
the Replacement Party...
with people
all over this country,
and Im often confronted
with the statement:
"I dont want to get
mixed up in politics,"
or "Im tired of politics,"
or "Im not interested. "
Almost as often someone says, "I
cant do anything about it anyway. "
Let me point out two things.
Number one: Al
farm.
Thats the best plan I heard all war.
Well, boys, lets ride!
- Hello, Liberty, Missouri!
- Lets go home, back to our farms.
Planting corn, harvesting corn,
eating corn.
Corn gonna shoot me?
- Then I love it.
- Lets go!
We got problems.
Got a garrison in town.
Were in occupied territory.
- Hands off your hip.
- Are you scared?
Pick your fights. You taught me that.
- Jesus, mercy.
- Thats Char
The Musketeer Script
Okay. Whew. Ohh!
Yeah. You went on the defensive too soon.
Ah, you gave too much ground. A Musketeer would never do that.
A Musketeer doesnt fight his duels after a morning of farm chores.
No, but they drink and carouse all night. So its much the same thing.
Time to eat. Dont fill his head with that.
DArtagnan wishes to serve his king as the bravest of Musketeers.
Well, I mig