works over at the
liquor store, get him to buy a couple.
Sure.
You girls behave!
Were goin to groceries.
Tell Andy, he owes me
for little Kenny!
And dont be waistin
time on that bag-boy.
He aint a bag-boy, Mama!
Sort of wasted space.
- She dont like my boyfriend.
- Yeah, I can see that.
Hey, Johnny, quit it!
Sorry, Mrs. Doyle.
Hey!
You werent at church today.
Coy and I headin over there now.
as possible.
Finally, if we cannot afford to open this high school, our town will have a serious problem with the number of unemployed youths who graduate from middle school with nothing to do. If they cannot find good jobs, they might be tempted to commit crimes, use drugs, or, if they are girls, engage in prostitution. Giving these children another option would both save them and help society.
A school bus. TWO very buxom PROSTITUTES are being handcuffed by a plain clothes special agent, CHESTER DESMOND. Another AGENT has his gun to the spread eagled BUS DRIVERs head. The KIDS inside the bus are screaming. The phone inside Chester Desmonds car starts to ring. Desmond walks to the car.
INT. DESMONDS CAR - DAY
Desmond picks up the ringing phone.
DESMOND
Yes...
INTERCUT WITH:
COLE
COLE
Ch
space.
Travis is now drifting in and out of the New York City night life, a dark shadow among darker shadows. Not noticed , no reason to be noticed, Travis is one with his surroundings. He wears rider jeans, cowboy boots, a plaid western shirt and a worn beige Army jacket with a patch reading, "King Kong Company 1968-70".
He has the smell of sex about him: Sick sex, repressed sex, lonely sex, but
SPACED APPROPRIATELY THROUGHOUT THE PRECEDING
SEQUENCE. THE FINAL TITLE READS:
T H E N O T - T O O - D I S T A N T F U T U R E
The camera commences a long, slow pull-back from the pile of
elephant tusks. Gradually they are revealed as human
fingernails magnified many hundreds of times.
The tree trunks are mere hair follicles. The firewood,
whiskers. The slate, flakes of skin.
INT. INCINERATOR. EA