men.
FRANCO
Loco.
WHITTLESLEY
No! Im not crazy! As God is my
witness, Im telling the truth.
Franco barks an order and several sailors grab Whittlesley by the
arms. They start to lead him back to shore.
WHITTLESLEY
Dont do this! You have to believe
me. Your lives are in danger.
The sailors laugh. But with an almost super-human strength born of
desperation, Whittlesley throws them off. He pulls out
men wearing long grey aprons are fitting the packing for a
piano. On one of the mens arms is a tattoo of a whale in a wild sea.
Sc 5 EXT SCOTTISH HOUSE GROUNDS DAY Sc 5
The girl wearing her skates sits on a small black pony. An old man is
pulling it, but it wont move. (In the background, another aspect of
the grey stone house.)
Sc 6 INT SCOTTISH HOUSE FLORAS BEDROOM NIGHTSc 6
The woman lifts b
fashionable girls
wearing their hair these days...
when they pick up their drunk sisters
in the middle of the night?
Is that even a dress?
Just drive.
- Shit.
Youre drunk!
Shh. Dont let Sydelle know.
Oops.
I was very clear.
You can only stay here
if there was none of your nonsense.
- Excuse me. Im gonna go to bed.
- And throw up all over my white carpets?
Absolutely not.
Take your things and go.
off.
Here lies--
- Weaver, Ive forgotten who we buried.
- Thomson.
Ah, yes.
Here lies Corporal Herbert Thomson...
serial number ...
valiant member
of the Kings own...
or the Queens own
or something...
who died of beriberi
in the year of our Lord ...
for the greater glory of--
- What did he die for?
- Come off it.
No need to mock the grave.
I dont mock the grave or the men.
May he rest in peace.
Lone Star
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EXT. TEXAS SCRUB -- DAY
Two men in shorts and Hawaiian shirts are poking around a
sandy section in the middle of scrub flats.
SERGEANT CLIFF POTTS is in the f.g., a plant-and-tree
guidebook in hand, as SERGEANT "MIKEY" HOGAN works a metal
detector over a large, sandy bank in the b.g. Both are Army
career men with a morning off to pursue their hobbies.
CLIFF
We got ocotillo, devils w
is dead. The
former wlfe of Wall Street wizard...
Didnt you go to school with her?
...jumped from her
fashionable penthouse apartment.
Mrs. Griffiin had recently divorced
her longtime husband -
- Gilbert Griffiin. The Wall Street
baron remarried only yesterday.
- Morning, Mohammed.
- Morning, Miss Eliot.
Elise!
- Oh, God. What a tragedy!
- Poor Cynthia.
And your lips!
Elise arrived with
Gunil
men in dark suits are sitting in the front seat. A
beautiful, younger, dark-haired woman sits in back. She sits
close up against the door and stares out into the darkness.
She seems to be thinking about something. Suddenly she turns
and looks ahead. The car is slowing and moving off to the
side of the road.
DARK-HAIRED WOMAN
What are you doing? You dont stop
here ...
The car stops - half on, half
men.
Anything special for me?
Ive only a few minutes.
Yes, sir. New man here.
Oh, yes. Come in.
Private Robert E. Lee Prewitt, reporting
to the Company Commander, as ordered.
At ease. Wheres that service record?
"Born in Kentucky.
Enlisted first at Fort Meyer, Virginia.
"Bugle Corps, First Bugler."
Prewitt, I always make it a policy
to talk to my new men.
Now, I have a fine, smooth-running outfit
a morose type. Im not a depressive character. I-I-I, uh...
(laughing)
... you know, I was a reasonably happy kid, I guess. I was brought up in Brooklyn during World War II.
CUT TO:
INT. DOCTORS OFFICE - DAY
Alvy as young boy sits on a sofa with his mother in an old-fashioned, cluttered doctors office. The doctor stands near the sofa, holding a cigarette and listening.
MOTHER
(to the doctor)
men in your life.
Oh...
I also see women.
Lots and lots
and lots of women.
Oh...
lets get out of here.
The gods did not choose
Sissy Hankshaw
for her thumbs per se,
but rather for the use
that she would make of them.
Hitchhiking would become
her customary mode of travel.
Hitchhiking would become,
in fact, her way of life...
a calling to which
she was literally born.
"Greater freedom
of movement."