female.
-Oh really?
What about this one?
We saw ovaries.
Did we?
I dont know very much
about ovaries.
You dont look young anymore.
What?
-You look very plain.
Gang.
Hey Dad, why dont you
get remarried?
Why do you say that?
I just simply think so.
Thanks for the dinner.
Its your turn for the dishes.
Its like a ceremony for worshipers.
Theyre pretty much the same,
lonely.
Happy people wouldnt
go to
that smell?
Oh, thats that new cologne
lm trying out. You like it?
Smell like pepper spray.
Now get up, man,
and practice your routine.
l want you tight, and lm gonna be
back to check on those dancers.
- All right.
- Yeah.
Get your swag up, man.
You need to check
on that cologne, Pop.
Goddamn it.
Wheres Michael Vick
when you need him?
Whoa, Biscuit.
Get out the way!
What yall doing?
Go! Get
FEMALE LEGS in high heels walk INTO
FRAME. The VOICE belonging to the legs talks down to Baby
Herman in a maternal coo.
VOICE (O.S.)
Mommys going to the beauty parlor,
darling. But Im leaving you with your
favorite friend, Roger. Hes going to
take very, very good care of you...
(voice turns
ominous)
... cause if he doesnt, hes going
back to the science lab!
Roger gulps as he watches the legs disa
like
these men -- buried in the shadows and as frozen and worn
as their leader -- have come to the very edge of the world
to be swallowed by this wilderness.
NUMIDIAN ARCHERS, tall Africans, out of place in this
freezing land, stand behind their leader -- JUBA -- who
has the whip-like body of a dancer. Each carries his
recurve bow as if it were a delicate musical instrument.
Quivers of brigh
DANCER
She is hard at work to music o.s.
FULL SHOT -- AUDIENCE -- CENTERING ON PREACHER, IN AISLE SEAT
Among the members of the sad burlesque audience, he is in strong contrast:
a sour and aggressive expression. Music o.s. We MOVE IN fast to a HEAD
CLOSE-UP.
MEDIUM CLOSE SHOT -- THE DANCER
INSERT -- PREACHERS LEFT HAND
Labeled H-A-T-E in tattoo across four knuckles, it grips and flexes.
INSERT