bottle
of lilac vegetal. Its from both of us.
I drew you this picture.
- Here.
- Thank you.
I want you to have my Zippo.
Dad, you had this since the war.
Thanks.
Thanks, everybody.
God bless us...
...everyone.
Navin!
Will you pass me the potatoes
and the collard greens?
- Navin, darling.
- Im sorry I spoiled the party, Mom.
You didnt spoil the party.
I brought you a Twinkie.
Im not hungry right n
glass window of the narrow buggy is the
stern figure of an Amish man in black topcoat and
flatbrimmed hat, his bonneted wife in muted colors,
the face of a boy, attired like his father, peering
out.
The horses breath smokes on the frosty air, the buggy
CREAKS on its springs, and theres the rhythmic CLIP-
CLOP OF HOOVES on the pavement.
4 ANOTHER LANE
??
Two Amish buggies reach a crossroads, join
GLASS SYRINGE - broken on the floor.
Clothes on a chair...
Puddles of water on the floor...
ANGLE ON SLEEPING EYES - Between waves of light they snap open and
dart about in confusion.
ON JONATHAN WALKER as he sits up. Water splashes. Hes in a tub
of long-cold water. His neck aches like hes been sleeping forever.
TIGHT ON WALKER - hes in his early thirties, dark featured.
HIS P.O.V. - looking arou
Glasses on.
I bag the snake.
Key in the bag.
Bag to the boat.
No radio unless absolutely necessary.
Code Red.
minutes to blackout.
Drop everything.
Walk away.
If the cops get you,
tell them the truth.
You know no one.
Got it?
Got it?
You have your passport?
The plane leaves tomorrow
at seven hundred.
And remember,
no names and no guns!
Are you high?
Then stop dreaming, bitch.
This isnt a game ton
bottle.
The alarm RINGS; the bell hammer tugging the piece of kite string tied to the trigger of the bottle; water is misted onto the face of -
BRIAN STEVENSON, a dark-haired twelve-year-old with eyes that dont miss much. Awake now, he shuts off the alarm and snaps on the Tensor lamp next to his bed. We are
INT. STEVENSON HOME - ATTIC ROOM - NIGHT
A huge poster shows the history of train engines
glass of ale.
No. Not my dreams, Da.
lll work my own land someday.
Without land, a man is nothing.
Thats it. Yeah.
Land is a mans very own soul.
A miracle-
thats what youre looking for.
And by God, if you manage it...
your old da will be
smiling down on you...
from heaven above.
Her beautiful eyes
Were a terrible
God bless your soul, Joe Donelly...
for the second time.
God rest your soul, Da.
Say
waste.
But next year maybe!
Excuse me.
You havent met Adriana Trentini.
Carletto Sani.
And Tonino Collevatti.
- Want to change?
- Are we playing or not?
Let the children play first,
then the champions.
- You can change in the Hte.
- Whats that?
The cabana.
Dont you know German?
Very bad. Learn it at once!
Arent you playing?
Later. I dont feel like it now.
Do you like him?
- Do you?
- Oh, hes not
glass amidst
thunderous tearing sounds as the two cars become one in
death. The convertible screams past with hardly a notice.
The driver of the limousine dies instantly as his body is
jettisoned through the windshield. The other man is torn as
the cars screech over him. The woman is brutally thrown into
the back of the front seats as a cloud of dust and flying
rocks engulfs her. The disastrous m
glass with all of the
pawn shops possessions.
MR RABINOWITZ
So look, the table too already.
5.
HARRY
Hey, what do you want from me? I
cant schlep it on my back.
MR RABINOWITZ
You got a friend.
TYRONE
Hey man, I aint my lepers
schlepper.
Harry chuckles.
MR RABINOWITZ
Such a son. A goniff. Your mother
needs you like a moose needs a hat
rack.
The pawn shop owner clucks his tongue and slowly counts o
waste her heart
on some Swedish aristo-brat?
Even if he is gorgeous.
If hes stupid enough to cheat...
the world should know
hes dumb enough to get caught.
Exactly. Im in the elevator.
See you in a minute.
Good morning, how are you?
Bitter, party of one.
You should try it sometime.
Barbados by myself?
I wouldnt last five minutes.
It was just what the doctor ordered.
I slept in, I did my yoga,
I re