what it is.
Im gonna tell you what it is.
Conspiracy, collusion, compllcity.
Thats all it is.
Let me break it down like a fraction for you
about my man Fred Bud Kelly.
Fred Bud Kelly made skates
out of whiskey bottIes...
...at his uncIes farm in the earIy s.
That was over there in Nova Scotia.
Im gonna tell you something else. You
never seen his name on the StanIey Cup.
You know why that is?
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
farm.
Thats the best plan I heard all war.
Well, boys, lets ride!
- Hello, Liberty, Missouri!
- Lets go home, back to our farms.
Planting corn, harvesting corn,
eating corn.
Corn gonna shoot me?
- Then I love it.
- Lets go!
We got problems.
Got a garrison in town.
Were in occupied territory.
- Hands off your hip.
- Are you scared?
Pick your fights. You taught me that.
- Jesus, mercy.
- Thats Char
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
farms and forests. He ponders something. Birds
sing.
MAN (O.S.)
Is something wrong?
Somerset does not respond, just stares off. The MAN, 34, wears a
real-estate brokers jacket and stands beside a FOR SALE sign in
the muddy lawn.
MAN
Is there something the matter?
Somerset turns to face the man, then looks back at the house.
SOMERSET
No. No... its just that everything here
seems... so strange.
MAN