wish-fulfillment level--the "coffins of black" are the chimneys the boys work in; the "Angel" who releases them is a wise legislator or rich benefactor (like Oliver Twist's Mr. Brownlow) who releases them from the bondage of their labor with the key of social legislation or of wealth; the green plains represent a happier future. At this level, the dream represents only a wish or a hope. On the
pal! What is this mess?
Are you a church boy?
Give it to me!
You are old,and ugly.
Do you want to fuck her?
Police! Lets beat it!
Take the car. Im gonna bring the kid.
-It went wrong.The kid is missing! -They are shooting,lets go!
-You said you could drive. -I can,cool down.
Turn! Watch it!
-You asshole! -I didnt do it on purpose.
Noone saw a thing. Dont say a word,ok?
I twisted my leg!
twisting the overall straps
so tight they choke him, he struggles. It does no good; his
father starts marching across the field, dragging and
strangling Danny.
DANNY
Da!... Dad...
The fathers drunken anger makes him oblivious -- until
CRACK! The 2x4 propeller slams him across the back, knocking
him to the ground and making him drop Danny.
The father rolls over to see 10-year-old Rafe, holding the
twist.
Uh... You ready?
Just turn the crank here, those drop back,
these split. Gives you twice the space...
Stop boring me with your absurdities.
Whats it made of?
Its called wood. Its oak.
Oak. An oak closet?
Huh! Why am I even amazed?
I dont know. Why are you amazed?
One would think you would know closets
are made of cedar. If not, we get moths.
Well, lady, theres not a real big
moth problem o
twisted around
and around and around,
so much that when you let go,
it just spins you like crazy,
to where youre just a human blur.
And then youd box.
So youd be... I mean, crazy dizzy.
And then, so,
we end up at some hotel room
and office chairs to be spun around in.
Im Dave England,
with Ehren McGhehey,
and this is Dizzy Boxing.
Yeah! Spin that bitch.
Oh, shit.
-Lets get it on!
-Kill him.
Break
shooting them all?
- Thats exactly what I would suggest.
- Well, he who lives by the sword...
- Stays alive a day longer.
- Hes right, you know.
- Not you, too.
I mean about staying alive.
Paul, youre my friend. Let it go.
I really dont think you understand
the kind of men youre dealing with.
I understand theyre
butchering the soul of Africa.
- You talk like a bloody missionary.
- And why not?
Th
twist.
Thank you, Mr...
The names Bond. James Bond.
Xenia Zaragevna Onatopp.
- Onatopp?
- Onatopp.
- Your accent... Georgian?
- Very good, Mr Bond.
- Youve been to Russia.
- Not recently.
I used to drop in occasionally.
Shoot in and out.
Its very different now.
A land of opportunity.
With a new Ferrari in every garage?
No, not quite. That belongs to a friend.
A tip for your friend: the French num
twists and freezes in a blurred snap roll.
BLACK again - knock, knock sound - curtain opens to horrified faces.
CUT TO:
BLACK AND SILENCE
CIRCUS
FADE IN TO steam shooting out of a huge old half-rusted calliope. The music is very loud and raucous. Moving up and back we see the black awning entrance to the freak tent, where FREDERICK TREVES, Resident Surgeon and Lecturer on anatomy at the London Ho
shoot to the still-locked doors of the cubicle,
and he utters one confused word --
MALE NURSE
-- how -- ?
-- and then someone rams all six of his needle-sharp pencils
eraser-deep into his throat.
The Nurse gurgles and staggers -- falls back against the
Victrola, hitting the turntable crank as he goes down,
causing it to start spinning like a pinwheel.
"Keep Your Sunny Side Up" now blares through
shoot you again?
Ralph snarls and Nowlan clips on the magnetic shackles.
(CONTINUED)
3.
??
Nowlan prods Ralph to his feet, escorts the prisoners away.
??
EXT. PRISON BUILDING - ESTABLISHING -- DAY
The Prison Building scorches under Isaacs twin suns.
??
INT. GERNSBECKS OFFICE -- DAY
Nowlan and Bester prod the two prisoners into chairs across
from Warden Gernsbeck.
In his tailored suit and gold Rol