peel off each others clothes;
kissing bare flesh as it is exposed to the sun. Cathy helps
him unhook her bra, their lips join in passion.
JOHN
Its true.
CATHY
What?
JOHN
Everything DOES taste like chicken.
John moves his hand under her skirt, glides the panties slowly
down Cathys legs. She takes his hand and guides it back
under her skirt. The skirt gets in the way, she removes it.
They begin to
potato salad, rolls and butter, wine and
coffee.
SYLVIE
When you start to eat like this something
is the matter.
No answer from REGGIE. SYLVIE begins reading a magazine
as REGGIE continues eating.
REGGIE
Sylvie -- Im getting a divorce.
SYLVIE
alors! From Charles?
REGGIE
Hes the only husband Ive got. I tried
to make it work, I really have -- but --
SYLVIE
But what?
REGGIE
I dont know
potato
salad as a plump and pretty middle-aged woman (HELEN
GREENING) pulls him into a bear hug, planting a kiss on
him.
HELEN
Mmmmmm-glimmmeee-kisss! Im so
proud of you! What the hell took
you so long?
MIKE
Hey, dont ask me. Ask the man who
put in the good word.
ANGLE ON T.J. GREENING, Helens husband, Mikes best
friend. Hes forty, stocky, looks up, horsing around with
some of the kids in the nex
peeling walls of the house,
which is evidently an old one and in bad decay. A cat scuttles swiftly between
their bare legs, as they reach the salon door.
The Valet tries the handle. It is locked. Behind it the voice goes on, rising in
volume.
OLD SALIERI
Show some mercy! I beg you. I beg you! Show mercy to a guilty
man!
The Valet knocks gently on the door. The voice stops.
VALET
Open the door, Si
Potatoes, sir. Potatoes.
- All right.
No-- No offence, madam.
No offence.
All right, boys.
When youre finished here,
you can go and clean up in the kitchen.
I left some table scraps
in there for your supper.
Oh, yes, and, boys...
last night you forgot
to put out the lantern!
If you forget that again,
therell be no table scraps for a week!
Youre standing on my ear.
Easy. Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Easy, Ri
SEVEN
by Andrew Kevin Walker
8/8/94
1 INT. OLD HOUSE -- DAY 1
Sunlight comes through the soot on the windows, more brown than
bright. SOMERSET, 45, stands in one corner of this small,
second-story room. He looks over the ceiling, looks down at the
worn wooden floors, looks at the peeling wallpaper.
He walks to the center of the room, continues his study, taking
his time. He halts, turns to one wa
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 now.
Feeling different again?
Its like I dont fit in.
Its like I dont belong here.
Its your birthday, and its time you knew.
Youre not our natural-born child.
Im not?
You were left on our doorstep...
...but we raised you
like you were one
peeling radiators.
Reverse low angle shot (as if dogs pov): camera tracks quickly along the
corridor, which has an old faded carpet and large, dark oil portraits
propped up on the floor against the walls on either side.
Dog stops outside ROSALEENs room and sniffs at the door.
ALICE runs along the downstairs corridor away from camera, past the old
furniture and the house plant, and mounts the stai
peels
carrots, trying to get dinner made. Stanley marches past.
STANLEY
Is he in his room?
모
JANICE
Of course hes in his room.
(aggravated)
All his "friends" are in there.
모
Stanley glowers. He huffs upstairs.
INT. KAUFMAN HOUSE, HALLWAY - 1957 - DAY
Stanley hurries up to Andys shut door. We hear little Andy
doing VOICES.
모
ANDY (O.S.)
(as WORRIED GIRL)
But professor, why are the monsters
g
potatoes and drops the thin slices into the mason jar.
He adds water and makes a paste of the starch.
Behind Shorty is a spirited barbershop conversation. ONE MAN is
getting a haircut; TWO OTHERS are watching (TOOMER, JASON)
one of them from behind a newspaper. A middle-aged barber,
CHOLLY, is doing most of the talking.
CHOLLY
After I hit the number that woman wasnt no good
to me at all.
The m