WALL OF CAVERN - JUST AFTER
The BOY eases his way along, holding the Zippo like a torch. The
flickering light shines on the ram ... it is squatting serenely on
the rear floor of the cavern. The animal is strangely unfazed by
the BOYS appearance.
Now the Zippos light shines on --
A COLLECTION OF DUSTY CLAY JARS. All 12 of the jars are intact
except for one which is broken open.
The stone the BO
squat Mr. Rabinowitz shakes his head as Harry and
Tyrone push the set into his store.
He stands behind a cage of bulletproof glass with all of the
pawn shops possessions.
MR RABINOWITZ
So look, the table too already.
5.
HARRY
Hey, what do you want from me? I
cant schlep it on my back.
MR RABINOWITZ
You got a friend.
TYRONE
Hey man, I aint my lepers
schlepper.
Harry chuckles.
MR RABINOWITZ
Such a
wall of granite so sharp and
jagged that snow cannot stick to its face. This is how all
North America once looked -- raw, indomitable.
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Then, abruptly coming into the SCENE is a colossal etching
across the landscape too deliberate to be of natural origin.
Bisecting this country like a metallic ribbon -- or a scar,
depending on your point of view -- is the 800-mile-long
Trans-Alaskan Pipeline
wall.
Whered they get it?
Never seen a fish.
How about you, handsome?
Havent I seen you somewhere before?
Oh, it doesnt matter.
I like party crashers.
- Hes not a party crasher.
I brought him.
- Oh.
- I wouldnt mind
being followed by a cop.
I hate low, underhanded people
like policemen pussyfooting after you.
Because Im a marked
woman, you know.
Im liable to blow up
the Panama Canal any minute no
Wall to wall people. The fact that casino gambling
happens to be illegal in New York doesnt stop these
Connecticut slummers, hollow-cheek nightlifers, and junior
wiseguys from having a good time.
AT THE CARD TABLE
NICK CONKLIN, holding a dollar cigar, is trying to pull a
winning hand. In his late thirties, Nick has the sort of
quiet good looks that takes an extra glance to appreciate.
His Moe Gin