HOUSE, BACKYARD - 1972 - DUSK
A small, tract home. The Boy sits on the ground, drawing in
the dirt with a stick. He does not notice as his Father walks
up and stands behind him.
FATHER
What are you doing?
The Boy is startled. He stands up quickly. In the DIRT we see
he has drawn a CHESSBOARD.
BOY
Nothing.
The Father SLAPS him across the face.
FATHER
Dont lie to me! What did the doctors
tell you a
house.
I made it, Pop!
l made it!
Good! Good!
Now come back and get adopted father.
Look at invitation.
What number of house?
-Two-two....
-Correct.
- Twains house.
Continue.
-Did you see that?
-No.
Neither did l.
Stop! Do not move.
Somethings wrong here.
-What is it?
-Do not ask questions. Do as l say.
When l tell you jump, you jump.
One, two, three...
...jump!
Holy Shanghai!
Nice counting.
But
An ancient house, standing lonely in the middle of a deserted landscape in Northern Germany; lying there like a sleeping giant under the starry sky.
But something seems strange: All of the windows and doors have been nailed shut.
Text chart: 몷1976몸
The headlights of a car pierce the darkness. A car halts in the yard. Three MEN step out. One of them is wearing a police uniform. The men switch
Happy Harry Hardon - Did you ever get the feeling that everything in America is completely fucked up. You know that feeling that the whole country is like one inch away from saying Thats it, forget it. You think about it. Everything is polluted. The environment, the government, the schools you name it. Speaking of schools. I was walking the households the other day and I asked myself. Is there li
TRACKING DOWN the line of empty, open capsules. Frozen twilight. The final four capsules are sealed, lids in place.
ANGLE - INSIDE CAPSULE
NEWT, then RIPLEY. HICKS next, his head and chest bandaged. Then BISHOP in his caul of plastic. But the lid of Bishops capsule is misted with hothouse condensation.
CLOSER
A tear of fluid streaks the condensation.
An alarm SOUNDS.
A monitor begins to scroll da
plastic covered MAGAZINE
and BOOK COVERS with names like HONCHO - BUTCH - JOYBOY.
INDICATING A Homoerotic section of the bookshop.
GROUPS OF MEN loiter about the magazine shop flipping through the
books and disappearing in and out of curtained doors.
THE COUNTERMAN is on the phone.
Next to him is a particularly interesting YOUNG MAN on the cover
of one of the magazines - a bright yellow backg
HOUSE perched high up in it??s branches. The boys
cautiously look around and whisper.
JACOB
You see ??em?
RUDY
No. But that doesn??t mean they??re
not here.
After a beat, Rudy gets off his bike and starts walking
towards the tree house. Jacob stays behind, eyeing their
safety.
RUDY (CONTD) (cont??d)
Jacob, come on. It??s cool.
Suddenly, a ROCK comes careening from off screen. It hits
Jacob in the
house.
- Which way you headed?
- Downtown, SoHo.
Nice. A loft?
Yeah. Shes a sculptress.
Lately, shes been making these
plaster-of-Paris bagels and cream cheese.
Really?
Shes trying to sell them as paperweights.
You wanna buy one?
Paperweight?
- Yeah, I would. How much are they?
- I dont know.
If you think you might be interested,
her numbers 243-3460.
243-3460.
- Her name is Kiki Bridges.
- Kiki
HOUSE / STORE - ANOTHER ANGLE
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Sagging clotheslines cluttered with drying laundry run across
a narrow backyard, all the way to a rickety old shed. The
clotheslines are supported by one solitary pole. Linen and
garments billow in the rising evening breeze.
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Cold, foreboding music accompanies the camera as it moves
toward a pair of flapping khaki pants and an olive green
workshirt hanging side
Plastics
are in the same gym class.
- Who are The Plastics?
- Theyre teen royalty.
If North Shore was Us Weekly,
they would always be on the cover.
That one there, thats Karen Smith.
She is one of the dumbest
girls you will ever meet.
Damian sat next to her
in English last year.
She asked me how to spell "orange".
And that little one?
Thats Gretchen Wieners.
Shes totally rich because
her dad inve