trees, mushrooms,
and Isadora Duncan...
PAN AWAY FROM THE SHRINE across the room. Late afternoon
light spills into the room, across fine old furniture, to a
small dressing table. A WOMAN applies make up.
ANNIE SAVOY, mid 30s, touches up her face. Very pretty,
knowing, outwardly confident. Words flow from her Southern
lips with ease, but her view of the world crosses Southern,
National and Interna
tree. But she told me I was like water.
Water can carve its
way, even through stone.
And when trapped,
water makes a new path.
-These are the girls from Tanaka?
-Sisters, yes, from Yurida.
This one maybe, the other one no.
Show your respect for mother. You
must not speak, I will answer for you.
Kneel, and head down,
never look her in the face.
-How old are you?
-She year of the rooster.
Only nine
street cleaner...
because you didnt get
your basketball scholarship?
-I guess shes taking it hard.
-Of course she is.
Its like my mom saying
Im an irresponsible louse.
I know that she knows
Im not irresponsible.
Your mother still has faith in you, Hoops.
Just because you cant
play basketball worth a shit...
doesnt mean
you got no other option in life.
-I guess youre right.
-There you go.
Nothing
street name stuff
isnt marketable.
This rap thing, son,
theres no future in it.
Theres no pension,
no plan...
and obviously no dental.
Thats why they all have
those gold teeth.
Oh!
Dad, come on.
Dad, come on.!
Thats what I call a fully loaded Gator
for the haters.
The platinum grille,
Burberry interior.
Hydraulic switches, three-wheel motion,
and look at the wheels.
Oh, boy.
Son, all that Crensha
tree...
but most curious side note...
is the suicide the next day
of Craig Hansen...
volunteer fire-fighter,
estranged father of four...
and a poor tendency to drink.
Mr. Hansen was the pilot of
the plane that accidentally...
lifted Delmer Darion
out of the water.
Added to this,
Mr. Hansens tortured life...
met before with Delmer Darion
just two nights previous.
All I need is a two.
All you need
TREE
Everybody scream, everybody scream
HANGED MEN
In our town of Halloween
CLOWN
I am the clown with the tear-away face
Here in a flash and gone without a trace
SECOND GHOUL
I am the "who" when you call, "Whos there?"
I am the wind blowing through your hair
OOGIE BOOGIE SHADOW
I am the shadow on the moon at night
Filling your dreams to the brim with fright
CORPSE CHORUS
This is Halloween, this i
Miracle on 34th Street Script
KRIS: Youve got them mixed up.
Youre making a mistake.
Youre making a mistake
with the reindeer.
Tsk tsk tsk.
Would you mind stepping out
for a moment?
Open the door!
STOREKEEPER: Im sorry.
The store isnt open today.
KRIS: I dont want
to buy anything...
and Im sorry
to interrupt your work...
but I wanted to tell you
youre making a serious mistake.
- Huh?
- With the r
Street
And drive all the way down
You see, love has a graveyard
An orchard for those
Who fell on their sabers
And paid through the nose
Oh, your shovels a shot glass
Dig your own hole
Bury whats left
of your miserable soul
Down through the ages
All of the sages
- Said dont spend your wages on love
- Dont spend your wages on love
Theres graft and collusion
Avoid the intrusion
And pr
It is very early in the dawn - blue light filters through the jungle and across a foul swamp. A mist clings to the trees. This could be the jungle of a million years ago.
Our VIEW MOVES CLOSER, through the mist, TILTING DOWN to the tepid water. A small bubble rises to the surface; then another. Suddenly, but quietly, a form begins to emerge; a helmet. Water and mud pour off revealing a set of bea
STREET, which is bathed in
beautiful BLACK AND WHITE.
MANS VOICE (OS)
Honey, Im home.
SUBURBAN HOME.
GEORGE PARKER enters the front door and hangs his hat on the
coatrack. He sets his briefcase down and moves into the foyer
with a huge smile on his face. Its a frozen smile that
doesnt seem to be affected by too much in particular--like a
tour guide at Disneyland.
WOMANS VOICE (OS)
Hello darling.