milk. The farmers wife supervises
things, collecting a sou from each boy.
Napoleon, 9, stands apart from the group, drinking his
milk, a book under his arm, lost in thought, gazing across
the cornfield at the school buildings, which are
beautifully colored by the late sunlight.
BREMOND
(overly cheerful)
Good afternoon, Bonaparte.
Napoleon ignores him.
BREMOND
What are you reading?
No reply. Dufou
conventional.
Im a conventional kind of guy.
Thats all I ever wanted to be,
just conventional.
A little house in the suburbs,
a white picket fence...
maybe a dog,
. kids...
and just to round it out...
a wife.
Will you marry me?
Walter...
my darling...
I love you very much.
But why do we need a piece of paper
from the state of New York?
One bad experience, thats all.
You just had one bad experienc
SISTER MARGUERITE is locking up for the night, shutting doors, turning off lights, finally walks off down the corridor. Suddenly a terrified scream is heard, the voice of a young woman.
EXT - CONVENT - NIGHT
Lights in the windows flick on.
INT - TOP CORRIDOR - NIGHT
The nuns are running up the corridor in their night dresses and caps, calling urgently in French. They reach the door of Sister Agne
milk?
Please, please, teIl me now.
Drink up your milk. Weve going to go
in about five minutes, all right?
Youve spilt your milk.
I told you, youre too Iittle.
Shit, Patsy, can you not drink a glass
of milk for once without spilling it?
No, no, no.
What are you doing?
Daddy, why dont the Flintstones
ever go to the beach?
l dont know. Dont change the subject.
Where does Mommy
keep your sweaters?
Mo
you want a whole one?
Yeah. Hit me big time, baby.
Hey, Einstein. If you figure out
that Citizen letter, let me know.
Congratulations on the op.
Its a big shot.
Thanks.
How are you doing? You okay?
Im good.
Youre starting early today.
Yeah, Im gonna get chip-faced.
Want to join me?
Id love to, but I have
a pressing social engagement.
Beth!
Brownie meeting.
Mike, give me a beer and....
Milk.