duck huntin with your daddy?
Oh, yeah.
We gonna go next weekend.
- Aw, shit!
- Oh, man, Kirby.
Made me miss my shot.
You know these motherfuckers down South.
I wonder if half the time
they believe what they be sayin.
Whats a nigger gonna do?
We got blood in this land
from slaves.
Been to war. Spilt our blood.
Shit, I been to war. I spilt blood.
Ha! Thats right.
Tell em, Kirby.
You over there figh
SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE
By Jeff Arch
Rewritten: Nora Ephron & Delia Ephron
May 10, 1992
FADE IN:
CLOSE ON SAM BALDWIN
A card: Chicago.
Hes in his thirties. His neck is pinched into a crisp
dress shirt and tie. His expression is vacant, faraway.
A breeze blows but he doesnt react to it. In the
distance the architecture of the Chicago skyline.
SAM
Mommy got sick and it happened
just like that an
Sam. Bein shes
in there by her little old lonesome,
Ill let you have her for free.
I told you bout that "Sam" business,
didnt I? Hm?
Sorry, Mr. Wood.
I mean, uh... Officer Wood.
(car starts)
(country music fades in)
Well, a bow-legged Polly
and a knocked-kneed Paul
A bow-legged Polly
and a knocked-kneed Paul
A bow-legged Polly
and a knocked-kneed Paul
They cant get together at all
Just like the w
ducks back into HALL and signals an okay to Helen.
Before the door behind her closes, we see the COP prepare to
stand guard outside. HELEN walks past the stall with the
high heels to a stall several doors down.
CLOSE UP HIGH HEELS:
And a tattoo that the cop missed seeing on one of the
ankles. The shoes are kicked off. The feet disappear from
view as
HELEN, a few stalls away, methodically places t