CHARADE
FADE IN (BEFORE TITLES)
1. EXT. FRENCH COUNTRYSIDE -- DUSK
Silence -- complete silence for the urbanite, though the
oncoming darkness is punctuated by the sounds of farm
country -- a few birds, a distant rumble of thunder from
some heavy clouds on the horizon, a dogs barking.
CAMERA PANS the green, squared-off flatland, lit only by
a fine sunset in its final throes. Then, gradually,
start
farms stretching to the horizon. Maybe
its not heaven, maybe its just Tennessee. But as long as
theres been an America, men have fought and died for this
place -- as volunteers.
Far off, but visible from the plane is
A BARN - DAY
The barn is unpainted except for hand lettering that says
"McCawley Crop Dusting." Another plane noise, this one made
by kids, brings us to TWO BOYS, sitting in the shel
Mississippi Burning Script
Precious Lord
Take my hand
Lead me on
Let me stand
I am tired
I am weak
I am worn
Through the storm
Through the night
Lead me on
Through the night
Take my hand
Precious Lord
And lead
Me home
Take my hand
Precious Lord
And lead
Me home
Uh-oh.
What is it?
- What do they want?
- I dont know.
Just pass me. Pass me.
- Is it a cop?
- I cant see.
- What the fuck are they playi
farm. A working farm. A
farm where honest Americans make
their living.
One particular justice, ROBERT WAKEFIELD, younger than the
others, is clearly bemused by this performance.
MR. RODMAN (CONTD)
The government, in its haste, has
employed an army of criminals whose
allegiance to the truth is, at
best, questionable --
Judge Wakefield interrupts --
ROBERT
Mr. Rodman...its too bad your
client didnt
farm.
Idealized images of Dorothy.
RODERICK (V.O.)
Ah! That first affair, how well one
remembers it! What a noble
discovery it is that the boy makes
when he finds himself actually and
truly in love with some one! A lady
who is skilled in dancing or singing
never can perfect herself without a
deal of study in private. So it is
with the dear creatures who are
skilled in coquetting. Dorothy, for
ins