by
Angela la Fontaine
Ó2005
based on the novel by
Billy Lee Harman
HI
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New Orleans, LA 70116
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FADE IN:
EXT. THE DESERT JUST NORTH OF
Two lizards lick each other’s neck in the foreground. Behind them, fading out them and the stars, a mushroom cloud rises fire orange, from the dark desert into the starry sky. The middle of the mushroom cloud glows white.
We zoom into the whiteness until we see fading into it THERESA, an adolescent black girl with blue eyes standing in a corner doorway in the French Quarter of New Orleans, on a rainy night. Theresa sings “Amazing Grace” a capella, as tourists passing in the drizzling rain drop change into a beer box at her feet.
MONTAGE (as Theresa continues to sing O.S.):
1) Slaves build pyramids in
2) Moses leads his people through a red divided sea.
3) Genghis Khan’s troops’ horses stumble at the
4) Black boys SLAVEY and excellent OLIVER stand dismounted back to back in a cloud of dust, flailing their swords against a thundering horde of Saracens on horseback.
5) Chinese spike down railroad tracks in the western
6) A flying saucer swoops out of a starry sky and along the
7) Theresa, tied to a stake, burns in a bonfire.
O.S. Theresa stops singing.
THERESA
Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!
EXT. THE STARBOARD SIDE OF A SHIP SAILING – NIGHT
Captain AHAB, facing the sea in wind and rain, rails away as STARBUCK emerges from the lower decks and stops a few steps behind him. We see Ahab’s mouth railing, but the wind and rain drown his sound, until he whispers.
AHAB
It’s a wide, wide world and a deep unsounded sea.
The white whale bounds in the distance, as Starbuck turns away to return to the lower decks.
AHAB
Starbuck?
O.S. bagpipes pick up “Amazing Grace” where Theresa left off.
EXT. THE UNSOUNDED SEA TRANQUIL BENEATH CLEAR SKY – DAY
PIP floats alone at the surface, no whale or ship in sight.
EXT. BATTERY WAGNER ON
Black men, mostly on foot, but some on horseback, die under a barrage of fire while their white LEADER dies leading them on. All is silent until the leader speaks.
LEADER
Onward, 54th! Onward!
EXT.
Unarmed men in ragged gray uniforms pick corn out of shit and eat it, while armed men in dirty blue uniforms look on.
INT. A FIFTIES KITCHEN – DAY
JIMMY’S MOTHER and NORMA play Scrabble at the kitchen table. The sun streams through a window, lighting motes of dust.
INT. FORD THEATER – NIGHT
Abraham Lincoln’s head, looking like the head of Captain Ahab, drops to his chest at the sound of the shot, as his wife sits beside him. His wife turns and rises enough to fall to cover his body. The bagpipes stop playing.
EXT. A DOORYARD – DAY
Lilacs bloom.
EXT.
The two lizards sit on an arm of a cross between two other crosses. On the other arm sits an alien like those in Close Encounters of the Third Kind, shaped much like the lizards, especially the eyes. But the alien glows white in front of an orange sky behind, as the lizards sit green. The lizards and the alien quietly watch. No one else is on the crosses.
EXT. THE STATUE OF MARY DYER ON BEACON HILL – DAY
The camera looks up to Mary and the dome of the
The director’s title shows as this scene fades.
INT. A FIFTIES BEDROOM – DAY
Norma sits on a side of the bed, her face in her hands as the sun shines through a window, lighting motes of dust.
NORMA
How bitter. How sweet.
EXT. THE LEVEE AT THE FRENCH QUARTER OF
The rising sun brightens the spires of Saint Louis Cathedral as it dries the dew on the grass where four children sit.
Theresa sits between Slavey and excellent Oliver, as they gaze across the river. Theresa is in mid-adolescence, while Slavey and Oliver are in mid-elementary school. The PRES, also of the younger age, sits beside Slavey. Pres is the only Caucasian in the group.
PRES
They left me, alone in the
THERESA
Shh. Don’t tell anyone.
PRES
Don’t tell anyone what, Theresa?
THERESA
That we’re from outer space.
OLIVER
Ah, you can tell them.
SLAVEY
Yeah. Nobody cares.
OLIVER
Yeah. Nobody’d believe us, anyway.
THERESA
That’s why we can’t tell them. They’d lock us up in a loony bin, or try to. The Ku Klux Klan, Hitler on the horizon, Stalin lurking in Lenin’s shadow. We have some serious work to do this trip. Wouldn’t that narrow our focus?
The children again gaze across the river, into the sunlight.
EXT.
BOB (the alien) and GEORGE and GRACIE (the lizards) giggle and snicker.
BOB (sounding like Bob Hope)
I think you two will find this interesting.
GRACIE (sounding like Gracie Allen)
Yeah, George. But maybe not very funny.
GEORGE (sounding like George Burns)
Sure, Gracie. Let’s see what happens.
The alien and the lizards glance up at the sky. The sun shines through little wisps of clouds. The sky is blue.
EXT. BACK ON THE LEVEE - DAY
SLAVEY
So how’d it go in Pine Level? How does our story begin, this time?
THERESA
Hell, Slavey, you’d appreciate it! Anyway, here we go, still again!
The children gaze into the sun, then bow to listen to Theresa.
EXT. THE MUSHROOM CLOUD AGAIN ABOVE THE DESERT – NIGHT
The vacant white center fades to Theresa again, younger now.
EXT. A LOWER-MIDDLE-CLASS SMALLTOWN NEIGHBORHOOD – DAY
Theresa, now the age of the boys, walks through the white neighborhood, carrying her lunchbox and a couple of well worn books and a torn tablet on her way home from school. A white boy rides past her on his bicycle and punches her shoulder carrying the books and tablet. Theresa’s lunchbox comes up so quickly that it knocks the boy from his bike. He sprawls on his back beneath the bike, like a dying roach.
A WHITE WOMAN rushes through the front screen door of the nearest house, but she stops with one foot still on the porch, her other on the first step, her mouth wide open.
WHITE WOMAN (shrieking)
What do you think you’re doing?
THERESA (not shrieking)
Why do you all push around?
Theresa walks calmly on, while the boy and his mother gawk.
INT. THERESA’S LIVING/KITCHEN/DINING ROOM – DAY
THERESA’S MOTHER stares at Theresa with her mouth wide open and pulls two pine kitchen chairs together, face to face. With both of her hands, she puts Theresa into one of them. She takes off her apron and sits on the other.
THERESA’S MOTHER
What do you think you were doing? They might have done anything to you! They might have . . . ! Oh, Theresa!
The mother pulls her child from the other chair and holds her tight in her arms as her apron falls from her lap to the pine plank floor and her tears flow down Theresa’s neck.
EXT.
Theresa’s mother’s apron falls onto Bob’s head.
MONTAGE (as Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture plays):
1) Russian serfs are working the, not their, land.
2) Russian aristocracy is having a ball in
3) Russian soldiers are starving to death.
4) French soldiers are freezing to death.
5) Horses are starving to death.
6) Russian soldiers are eating the horses.
7) Russian aristocracy wagons its richness.
8) French aristocracy are eating cake at
9) White men in white sheets are riding, in dust.
EXT. THE MUSHROOM CLOUD AGAIN, BURNING THE LIZARDS – DAY
INT. A BRICK HEARTH, SALAMANDERS IN ITS HOMEFIRE – NIGHT
Before the hearth, Theresa sleeps on a rag rug, beside a rocking chair. In the chair, an old man dozes with a shotgun in his lap, as the riders pass outside. We hear the horses and see the torchlight through windows.
EXT. AN 1812 RUSSIAN CAMP DETAINING FRENCH PRISONERS – DAY
The overture dies away. The ragged uniforms of the French and Russian are hardly distinguishable. A fat Russian GENERAL sits on a skinny white horse in the presence of his skinny white TROOPS and the skinny white prisoners. The sun is bright, while the ground is wet. Either way, all there is soaked. The general rears his head. The horse does not.
GENERAL
While they were strong, we did not spare ourselves, but now we can even spare them. They too are men. Eh, Lads?
But after all is said and done, who asked them to come here? It serves them right, the bloody bastards!
TROOPS
Hurrah!
EXT. THE
The flying saucer soars across the jungle as French and American and Vietnamese troops shoot with rifles and flail with swords and toss hand grenades as the jungle burns.
EXT. THE MOONWALK ON THE FRENCH QUARTER LEVEE – DAY
The sun is setting behind the cathedral. A black man plays a saxophone at the top of wooden steps down to the river. LEV, an old man in a heavy dark blue serge suit, sits on a bench on the boardwalk wet with rain. Lev’s hair and beard are gray and long, and his hands are on his knees, as he gazes into the river. Pres sits beside him, and looks askance at him. Lev’s eyes keep gazing into the river. The river is muddy.
PRES (quietly)
I’m from outer space.
LEV (quietly)
I’m the ghost of Leo Tolstoy.
PRES (looking up)
Why are you a ghost?
LEV (not looking up)
I didn’t love my wife enough!
PRES
Maybe you can help us war against the clingons.
LEV
Will it help me find some peace?
A freighter passes moaning, the river above its waterline.
EXT.
BOB and GEORGE and GRACIE look askance to each other. The mushroom cloud is behind them, but the orange is closing into the white. Their eyes widen with the closing.
GEORGE AND GRACIE
When’s the killing going to start?
BOB (bowing)
As soon as we stop interrupting!
INT. A MIDDLE SCHOOL CLASSROOM – DAY
All the children are black. A white nun in her black and white habit stands at the front of the classroom, another at the back. Sunlight streams through large sash windows open wide. Theresa sits near the middle of the classroom.
FRONT NUN
Can any of you children tell me what the Declaration of Independence says are your unalienable rights.
Theresa raises her right hand slowly, without smiling.
FRONT NUN
Theresa, as usual.
THERESA
Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
A boy sitting by a window near the back of the schoolroom spits out the window. Some of the children look, but none laugh. The back nun storms forward.
She cracks the boy’s knuckles with a ruler. The boy now gazes out the window, not crying out or moving his hands from the desktop. The other children look away.
EXT. THE
The flying saucer swoops across the alluvial plain of the
INT. ANOTHER MIDDLE SCHOOL CLASSROOM, A FEW YEARS LATER – DAY
All the children here are also black. The WHITE TEACHER, in a short-sleeved white shirt, with his tie loose at his unbuttoned collar, sits silently sweating near the only window. The window is open hardly enough for a breeze to reach the teacher. Slavey sits near the middle of the class.
WHITE TEACHER
Alright, that’s it. You don’t have to wait for the bell. But hold up, Slavey. Just a minute.
The other boys and girls leave the room, as Slavey remains in his seat. The white teacher approaches, and Slavey sits up in his chair and grins at him. The white teacher looks down at Slavey, and now Slavey looks down. But the white man grins.
WHITE TEACHER
You’re a smart kid, Slavey. President of your eighth-grade class, a lot of friends thinking you’re as smart as you know you are. You’ve got a lot of potential.
Slavey shrugs and glances back toward the window.
WHITE TEACHER
Well? What do think you might do with all that potential?
Slavey shrugs again but this time looks up at the white man.
SLAVEY
I don’t know? A lawyer maybe?
WHITE TEACHER
Oh, son. A nigger can’t be a lawyer. How about something with your hands. How about maybe a carpenter, like Jesus’s father.
EXT.
George elbows Gracie on the cross. Gracie frowns as Bob bows his head again. George and Gracie now bow theirs also.
INT. ANOTHER CLASSROOM, A FEW MORE YEARS LATER – DAY
All the children here are white. But, again, a nun in her black and white habit stands at the front of the classroom, another at the back. And, again, sunlight streams through large sash windows open wide. Pres sits near the middle of the classroom. He is now adolescent.
Norma, now adolescent and very blonde, sits by a window near the back of the schoolroom, gazing out the window. BEATRICE sits between her and Pres, blinking sidelong glances at Pres.
FRONT NUN
Who has done the assignment? Who has memorized the preamble to the Constitution? Beatrice?
Beatrice blinks at the nun but does not answer.
FRONT NUN
It is indeed spring, Beatrice. But you must pay attention, nevertheless.
The back nun smiles and glances at Norma, who is still gazing out the window. The back nun frowns and looks forward again.
EXT.
Slavey and Oliver tap dance in rain, a beer box at their feet. Norma stands across the street, beside the entrance to a strip joint. A very blonde woman in pasties and a g-string comes to the open door and hands Norma some money.
NORMA’S MOTHER
Get your books. Don’t wake me up. I love you.
NORMA
I love you too, Mama. Thanks.
EXT. THE ATLANTIC OCEAN SOUTH OF
The flying saucer rises from the waves and swoops south to
EXT.
Bob and George and Gracie all giggle now, above the flying saucer parked behind the cross. Now Gracie elbows George.
GRACIE
We have to start paying more attention. Just be quiet for a minute! Will you?
George kisses her, with a flick of his tongue, as Bob blinks. But then they scowl again, in the orange sky behind them. They focus forward.
EXT. THE MOONWALK ON THE LEVEE – DAY
The now adolescent Pres sits again beside the still old Lev.
LEV
My advice is that you don’t marry that lovely child until you return from soldiering. I’m speaking from experience.
EXT.
Norma and Beatrice sit on a bench,
NORMA
They’re sending my mom to a nuthouse.
BEATRICE
Oh, dear. Oh, Norma. I’m so sorry. I am so sorry. When my mom died . . . . Oh, Norma.
Beatrice’s head sinks to Norma’s shoulder, as they weep until Norma raises her bleached blonde head and touches Beatrice’s cheek. As Beatrice lifts her head, Norma looks into her eyes.
NORMA
What do you think about marriage?
Beatrice looks into Norma’s now somewhat smiling eyes and mostly stops her sobbing.
BEATRICE
I think. I hope it must be nice.
NORMA
How, Beatrice? I need to know!
BEATRICE
Well, it’s pretty basic, I think. Kissing is lovely, and no job on Earth is more important than raising children, making sure people grow up being good for each other. And all that’s very hard to do alone.
Norma’s head is bowed now as she listens, but Beatrice suddenly looks down and up to her, into her pale blue eyes.
BEATRICE
Oh, Norma, I’m sorry. I didn’t think, and my mom’s dead, and my dad takes care of the money where your mom was working. What’s wrong with me? I didn’t think!
NORMA
Oh, Beatrice, that’s okay. You’re my friend, and I don’t have many. And Mom says I should be a movie star. That’s why she bleaches my hair. You know?
BEATRICE
Is that why you asked me about marriage?
NORMA
No. The social worker said I’ll have to go to an orphanage, when Mom goes to the loony bin. I don’t know Mom’s relatives or have a husband. But I could get married. I’m sixteen.
BEATRICE
Oh, Norma . . . ! Do you remember my friend Slavey, in the public school?
NORMA
Yeah. Sweet guy! What happened to him? I don’t remember when I saw him last.
BEATRICE
His dad took his family to
Norma now starts, and finds Beatrice’s eyes looking into hers.
BEATRICE
They killed his dad, and his mom couldn’t support Slavey and his brother and sister well enough to satisfy the social workers. So the social workers sent the kids to foster homes, and then they put their mom in a loony bin. She couldn’t handle losing her kids, too.
MONTAGE:
1) Stereotype white loony bin with a black woman in it.
2) Small but clean apartment with the black woman and black children in it with a white female social worker grimacing.
3) The stereotype loony bin with the woman in it still.
The sky above the church and Norma and Beatrice darkens, and rain begins lightly to fall. But Norma and Beatrice remain on the bench, holding hands.
NORMA (now sobbing wildly)
Oh, Beatrice. I am so sorry.
BEATRICE (weeping and smiling)
I know we’re going to be alright.
The sun breaks through the clouds and rain a little.
EXT. THE BENCH ON THE MOONWALK ON THE LEVEE – DAY
Norma sits beside Jimmy in his white uniform. With her hands on the bench, she swings her feet in saddle shoes beneath the bench. The sailor’s arms splay across the back of the bench, to his left and behind Norma as she leans forward like Lev. His spit-shined shoes outstretched, the sailor grins.
MONTAGE (as The Animals sing “Saint James Infirmary” O.S.):
1) Jimmy paints a battleship bulkhead gray at sea.
2) Norma looks out at the Mojave from a window of a bus.
3) A sign ahead of the bus announces
4) Norma and Jimmy sit on a public bench on a Pacific beach.
5) Norma plays scrabble again with Jimmy’s mom in her kitchen.
6) Jimmy drops his sea bag in their bedroom, and he grins.
7) Norma looks aside as Jimmy packs his sea bag.
INT. A CLASSIC FIFTIES DINER – DAY
Norma waits tables. She balances plates of burgers and fries on her arms, laughing and talking with everyone she serves. Her hands on her hips, she stands behind the counter, looking wistfully through the plate glass window to the street. Jimmy plays the pinball machine in a corner.
A new convertible car pulls up. Norma sees that the license plate is not of
NORMA
What can I getcha?
MAN
That guy there likes you.
NORMA
Which guy?
MAN
The sailor playing pinball.
NORMA
Sailors like every girl they see. That’s why they’re sailors, grabbing every breeze they can catch, then sailing on. It’d be nice if a flyboy would sail in here. Where are you sailing from?
MAN
I’m sailing from south of the border: “
Norma glances at Jimmy, who glances at Norma. Jimmy’s hands are on the pinball machine, but the machine is waiting for a new game to begin. Jimmy does not feed it another nickel now.
NORMA
Yeah, sure. I’m a waitress, not a dreamer.
MAN
You’re a dreamer. I’m going to say this quietly and quickly, so your boyfriend won’t come over here and pick a fight, because I don’t have time for that. You’re young, and all young people dream, and not all young people are as beautiful as daylight.
You’re young and as beautiful as daylight, and I saw you before I opened that door, like a camera lens clicking. I caught you smiling at that customer down there.
The man points a thumb at a customer at the end of the counter away from the pinball machine. Jimmy pulls a nickel from a pocket of his sailor suit and puts it into the machine, but he doesn’t pull the knob. Norma turns a little away from the man, toward Jimmy, frowning. But the man speaks again.
MAN
Alright, here’s the deal.
With one hand, he pulls his wallet, from an inside coat pocket. With the other, he moves his hat from the jukebox station onto the stool on Jimmy’s side of him. He pulls a business card from the wallet, and after it a hundred-dollar bill, with the same hand. He lays the bill on the counter, and the business card atop it.
MAN
That’s in case you don’t do what I’m going to ask you to do. I’m flying high enough for one day, and so I’m going to land here for the night. Tomorrow, at 10:00 a.m., I’m going to come back here and park out front, and hope you’ll be there. If you are, we’ll fly to
Norma now looks into his eyes, and she finds him looking into hers, warmly. Her waitress scowl goes away as does his producer scowl, as he rises from the stool. Norma looks down at the card and the money, then up at the man.
MAN
If you’re not here tomorrow, call me. Come see me, come to the city of angels, whatever you want. I shouldn’t have said I’ll make you a star. You’re a star already. I can just see it. I can see it.
The man, his scowl returning, turns away and walks out of the diner, waiting until he’s outside before returning the porkpie hat to his head. Norma watches the
JIMMY
You’ll never need painting.
INT. JIMMY’S MOTHER’S KITCHEN – DAY
The sun shines bright through yellow gingham curtains. Jimmy’s mother is filling a flowery china sugar bowl, from a beige ceramic canister. Norma enters.
JIMMY’S MOTHER
Jimmy left early?
NORMA
Yeah. I miss him already. I’ll be a little late tonight. I love you, Mama.
JIMMY’S MOTHER
I know. Jimmy told me.
Norma touches the back of her right hand to the back of the mother’s left one, and she returns to Jimmy’s bedroom for a large straw handbag. She tries to smile as she leaves the little house. But she cannot.
EXT. THE STREET IN FRONT OF THE DINER – DAY
The top of the convertible is down now, as Norma throws her straw bag into its backseat and rides away with the man. They ride the coastal highway, the sea on one side of the convertible, the mountains on the other, deserts beyond. Norma’s sunny hair is blowing in the wind.
EXT. A HOUSE ON THE WESTERN EDGE OF
A red Studebaker sits in the drive, and people in their Sunday best stand and sit chatting on the porch of the small white clapboard house.
BEATRICE
Isn’t that your pal HARRIMAN?
Pres also shades his eyes and looks into the afternoon sun at a dust cloud rising in the distance. So does
Yeah, that looks like Uncle Harry’s car.
Beatrice hugs her first son, as the car emerges from the dust. Harriman steps from the car and onto the porch, and the chatter of the
BEATRICE
These are friends from our church.
Harriman grins and nods and salutes, then leans on a roof support framing the porch steps, the support furthest from the swing he faces. He folds his arms and smiles.
BEATRICE
You haven’t eaten, have you Harry?
Harriman shrugs and shies, smiling away from Beatrice’s look.
BEATRICE
Go inside. See what’s left.
Pres opens the screen door and follows Harriman through it.
INT. THE KITCHEN OF THE LITTLE CLAPBOARD HOUSE – DAY
Pres opens the refrigerator, and Harriman peers into it.
PRES
Potluck. These
Pres hands Harriman a paper plate. Harriman picks up a serving spoon from the counter and fills much of the plate with potato salad. He adds some fried chicken.
HARRIMAN
I don’t know about the chicken, but I sure wouldn’t miss Beatrice’s potato salad.
Pres hands Harriman a plastic fork and some paper napkins, and they walk on out the kitchen screen door.
EXT. THE BACK PORCH OF THE
They sit at the top of the steps, between the azaleas blooming beside them. Harriman fills his mouth and chews awhile.
HARRIMAN
Been a while now, since you ditched that bomber in the Pacific and hung out with me at Yale! You ready to do some real work, some real Skull and Bones stuff?
PRES
You got something?
HARRIMAN
I got what you asked for!
PRES
What did I ask for?
Harriman fills his mouth again and chews and swallows.
HARRIMAN
We’ve found you a Russian functionary, and we’ve figured a way to get him out of
PRES
Harriman, I think that’s the most words in a row I’ve ever heard you say.
Harriman grins and fills his mouth again.
PRES
Okay! How do we do it? What’s the next step?
HARRIMAN
Well, it has to be a secret. So, you’re fired.
PRES (grinning)
But I was just getting good at this oil business!
HARRIMAN
Oh, you’ll stay in the oil business for a while. But you’ll be on your own, not just working for us. We’re going to back you in your own oil exploration company. So you can say you’re exploring for mineral rights around
PRES
Now that was a bunch of words. I’ll try to keep the trips short. And it’s necessary, something we cannot not do. Beatrice won’t like it, but she’ll understand. She understands.
HARRIMAN
You’re a lucky soldier. We’ll get it done this winter.
Harriman slaps Pres on a shoulder and fills his mouth again. The sun is setting on
EXT. THE SIDEWALK BENEATH THE
Norma, her hands on her knees, keeps air from a ventilation grate from blowing her skirt entirely up.
MONTAGE (black and white):
1) Norma’s face smiles and laughs across a wide movie theatre silver screen.
2) Norma tosses a pitch at Yankee Stadium, to a batter who swings and misses.
3) Norma, frowning, leaves a room where a man sits weeping at a typewriter.
MONTAGE (in full color):
1) Norma is naked against a red background, like a valentine.
2) Norma, in black, kisses a cheek of FITS JR. in a suit behind a podium, as his wife looks on smiling, dressed pink in a pillbox hat. A title phrase from “Camelot” plays O.S.
3) The fire orange mushroom cloud of desert dust rises again.
INT. ANY STAGE IN ANY HUGE ROOM FULL OF PEOPLE – NIGHT
Norma stands before the gowned and tuxedoed grinning crowd. Her arms stretch wide open, and so does her mouth in a laugh few can hardly imagine from themselves. Norma’s white dress sparkles, like the disco ball above.
NORMA
I boffed the pres!
EXT.
Bob and George and Gracie are weeping.
INT. THE OVAL OFFICE – DAY
Fits Jr., the president of the
FITS JR.
Is it serious? It better be, for all this!
HARRIMAN
Maybe less serious than
FITS JR.
Alright, suggestions. No, everyone out. My back hurts. Never mind. Thanks.
The teacups and saucers rattle, and everyone scurries out, except ROBERT FITS. Robert sits on one of the chairs brought in extra for the meeting. He balances a teacup on one knee.
FITS JR.
We could get rid of her. We have that power.
ROBERT FITS
To stop that little blonde child? The power?
FITS JR.
Ah, so you like her. Maybe we could say it was you, and that she exaggerated. We could say you’re tired of your wife, after having all those kids. Christ, my back hurts!
ROBERT FITS
Well, you’ll think of something. You and Pops are smarter than I am. Maybe you can turn this into something political and remunerative, like Grampa turned bootlegging into unions. Well, you know I’ll try to look aside and help, within my conscience. My conscience, my family values. What about
Robert rises from his chair and sets his cup and saucer on the presidential desk. He turns and leaves the office.
EXT. THE MOJAVE – DAY
Norma gazes from the bus, below the hovering saucer.
INT. A NIGHTCLUB IN EASTERN LOS ANGELES – DAY
The club is closed. HUFFA, a fat man, sits alone at a table, drinking. A sign over the bandstand welcomes people to
HUFFA
How did you get in here?
GOON
The door was open, Huffa.
HUFFA
You know my name! Talk!
GOON
Business proposition. You know that movie star Norma Jean. We appreciate your arm-bending for the Teamsters here, and we know you’re still stuck in this drug sludge here but would like to move on. We want you to do us a favor.
HUFFA
We? I should ask who? What’s the favor?
GOON
Get her to kill herself.
Huffa looks into his drink, which looks like scotch after rocks have melted in it, nearly fire orange at the top but with dregs in the bottom. He does not offer a drink to the goon. But he does look at the goon.
HUFFA
First, why should she kill herself? Every red-blooded man on Earth is hot for her pants, and she must make a lot more money than I do, and honestly. And, second, if I did that, every red-blooded man on Earth would be out to off me, if they knew. You gotta be joking.
GOON
Why she might kill herself is that you’ll tell her you’ll kill her if she doesn’t, like you break legs of union scabs. The rest is none of your business. Make up your mind.
HUFFA
What’s in it for me?
GOON
No cash now, but we can open doors for a union executive, from
HUFFA
I hear she’s not as dumb as she looks.
GOON
Don’t worry about it. You’re a smart guy, and you can help yourself by telling her your name is Jimmy. You don’t need to know why.
MONTAGE:
1) Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid dying.
2) Custer dying at the Little Bighorn.
3) Robert Fits dying in the kitchen.
4) The bloody beach at
5) The rocky beach at Big
MONTAGE:
1) Norma, in a taxi on
2) She lies on the beach at the base of the rocks and lets the waves roll over her.
3) Sopping wet, she makes a telephone call from a highway pay booth.
4) Still wet, she tells a taxi driver to take her to an address in
5) In the taxi, she tries to brush the sand from herself and to fluff her wet sunny hair.
EXT. THE CURB IN FRONT OF A LARGE PINK STUCCO HOUSE – DAY
Norma gets out of the taxi and hands the driver some money. She is now quite dry and fluffed and holds a box of candy to her breast. She looks across the lawn at the pink stucco building. She puts shoes on and walks to the door.
EXT. THE COURTYARD OF THE
The courtyard is furnished with white wicker rocking chairs. Old women sit in most of them, and old men and younger men and women sit in most of the rest. Rosebushes border the courtyard, with some lilac bushes interspersed. Three Eucalyptus trees stand together at one corner. Norma’s mother rocks beneath the trees. She is talking to herself.
As Norma walks to her mother, her mother looks up and stops talking to herself. Norma bows and kisses her mother and sits in the empty rocker beside her. She places the box of candy in her mother’s lap.
NORMA
Hi, Mama. I’m sorry I haven’t been here lately.
NORMA’S MOTHER
I know! Where was I for you?
NORMA
In my heart, Mama. Always.
MONTAGE: Norma and her mother chatter and eat the candy, until the sun deserts the courtyard.
EXT. AT THE CURB IN FRONT OF THE PINK STUCCO HOUSE – DUSK
Norma climbs into another taxi. She looks once more at the stucco house. She bows her blonde head.
NORMA
INT. A MOTEL ROOM – NIGHT
Norma lies on the bed, gazing at a picture on the wall before her, a print of a painting of a Viking galleon sailing in fire orange light from the sun setting huge behind it.
On the stand at one side of the bed is a bottle of Jack Daniels. On the opposite stand is a bottle of pills.
Norma fills her mouth from the smaller bottle.
The screen fades out to white.
It fades back slowly.
EXT. AGAIN THE PORCH OF THE HOUSE IN
Theresa and Pres sit on the swing and gaze across
PRES
Poor Norma. I thought she had . . . . I thought she . . . . I thought . . . .
THERESA
I know. I love her, too. She’ll be alright, eventually. We know that.
The sky is very clear, and the sun is very bright, and Theresa and Pres sit silently a moment on the white wooden swing.
EXT. THE BOMB AGAIN – NIGHT
In the central white, Custer is shooting away at the Indians, as
EXT. BACK ON THE
PRES
Yeah, well. Okay, tell me about the bus. It’s been so long since we’ve talked. That little bus was so great in our infinity, and I wasn’t there! Where does the time go, in our immortality?
THERESA
Oh, it wasn’t all that big a deal, in time. I was Christmas shopping after work, and my feet hurt. I just sat down and wouldn’t get up.
EXT.
George opens his mouth, but Gracie touches it with a finger.
GRACIE
No, now pay attention.
EXT. A DOWNTOWN BUS STOP IN
A bus stops, and Theresa boards it. She drops an FDR dime in the fare box and steps from the bus. She boards again at the back door and sits in a front seat of the colored section. Several of the white seats in front of her are empty.
The bus makes a few more stops, and all the seats in front of Theresa fill with white people. The bus stops in front of the Empire Theater, and Theresa looks out at the marquee. The film it names is On the Waterfront.
On the bus stop bench sits a man in a white suit and cowboy boots and hat. A guitar, in its case, leans against his end of the bench. He does not board the bus.
O.S., through the remainder of this scene, Hank Williams sings “Your Cheating Heart”.
Another white man boards the bus and walks back to Theresa’s seat. She is sitting on the aisle, and the man beside her at the window nudges her knees with his. She moves her knees aside to let him out, and she slides over to the open window.
The white man towers over her and glowers at her, as she looks out the window at the marquee and the cowboy. The white man looks forward to the DRIVER, whose eyes the inside rear view mirror reflect.
The driver slides out of his seat. With a pistol in a holster at his hip, he makes his way back to Theresa.
DRIVER
Are you going to get up?
THERESA
No.
DRIVER
I’ll have you arrested!
THERESA
You may do that.
The driver turns without another word. He and his pistol make their way back to the front of the bus and out onto the street, where the driver drops a nickel into a pay telephone near Theresa’s window, in front of the theatre.
DRIVER
Right. Whatever means necessary.
Most of the passengers remain in their seats until a patrol car arrives with two policemen in it. The policemen board the bus with pistols in their holsters and nightsticks in their hands. The driver and the glowering white man step aside.
POLICEMAN
Why didn’t you give the man your seat?
THERESA
Why do you all push us around?
POLICEMAN
I don’t know. But the law is the law.
Theresa rises from her seat and follows the policemen off the bus. The silent one opens a back door of the patrol car for her entry. The other steps into the front passenger seat.
INT. THE
The policeman who has not spoken holds Theresa’s hands to take her fingerprints. Still he does not speak, or look into Theresa’s blue eyes.
THERESA
Can I call my family?
The policeman shrugs the question to a DESK OFFICER.
DESK OFFICER
Later. Don’t cause any trouble.
THERESA
Can I have a drink of water?
No one answers. A female jailer takes Theresa’s arm gently and leads her through a steel bar door and up a steel stairway. She leads her to a cell and opens that steel bar door. She peers into the darkness of the cell.
FEMALE JAILER
Would you rather not be by yourself?
THERESA
It doesn’t matter much to me.
The female jailer slams shut the door to that cell, and Theresa follows her to another cell, with two women in it. The female jailer had slammed the door of the empty cell, but she closes this one closer to a clink.
The cell is furnished with steel shelves serving as bunks and a steel toilet with a steel sink above it. Theresa turns back to the bars between her and outside.
PRISONER
Is there anything I can do for you?
Theresa turns from the bars and looks at this prisoner, and at the other black woman with them there, sitting silent on her lower corner shelf. Theresa looks at the toilet and the sink above it, above which hangs on a hook a steel cup.
THERESA
Can you get me a drink of water?
The prisoner smiles and bows her head and rises from her shelf. She drips some water from the tap into the cup, shakes that water out, and drips some more. She hands it to Theresa.
THERESA
Thank you.
PRISONER
You’re welcome.
The two of them sit on two of the steel shelves.
PRISONER
So what are you in here for? You look like a nice lady, like a Sunday school teacher or something! Not like us.
Theresa laughs and keeps herself from weeping.
THERESA
I wouldn’t give up my seat on a bus.
PRISONER
Yeah, those bus drivers are pretty mean.
THERESA
So what are you in here for? Sunday school or not, you seem very nice! Thanks again.
PRISONER
That’s a story you don’t want to hear.
THERESA
Yes, I do. And we are here together.
PRISONER
Okay. My husband died. And I got hooked up with this jerk who beat me up. I got sick of it and went after him with a hatchet. I don’t know what got into me.
THERESA
And here you are? How long?
PRISONER
Three months now. The jerk’s trying to get me out. He’s trying to drop the charges so I’ll go back with him. But, screw him.
THERESA
Yeah, really! But what about you? Is anyone trying to help you, your family or anyone?
PRISONER
Nobody else knows I’m here! Hey, could you do me a favor? I know you’re a good person, but could you do me a favor?
Theresa, still keeping from weeping, reaches from her shelf to the other and touches this other prisoner’s knee, as the third prisoner stays quiet in her dark corner.
PRISONER
If I give you my brothers’ telephone number, will you call them and tell them I’m here? I know you’ll be out of here soon!
As Theresa nods, the female jailer returns and opens the cell.
FEMALE JAILER
Theresa. Telephone call.
She leads Theresa back down the stairs to a telephone on a table in a corner of the stairwell. Theresa sits and dials.
THERESA
Mama. I’m in jail! Is RAYMOND there? No, they haven’t beaten me. I need to talk to Raymond. Raymond, call our friends.
Theresa listens a few seconds longer and smiles at the sound of the dial tone of Raymond’s having hung up. She hangs up on the dial tone, and the female jailer leads her back to the cell. The prisoner is writing with a stub of a pencil on a scrap of paper. Theresa sits down on her shelf.
THERESA
He said he’d be right down and get me. He sold his Studebaker for the Scottsboro boys’ defense fund. And that’s the least of the reasons he can’t just come and get me. We still don’t have a car, and he is still a prince. Oh, well. Oh well.
The prisoner, mouth wide open, holding the scrap of paper in one hand, the pencil in her other, looks at Theresa. Theresa and the other prisoners sit silently together awhile, until the female jailer opens the door again, wider than the prisoner had dropped her jaw.
FEMALE JAILER
Your friends are here.
The female jailer leaves the door to the cell open as she leads Theresa down the stairway. The prisoner rushes from the cell and throws the scrap of paper down the stairs. Theresa picks it up at the bottom of the stairs. She looks back up the stairs and smiles. The prisoner returns to the cell.
Downstairs, some black and white people await Theresa. Theresa collects her purse and signs some paper, as Raymond rushes in. Raymond hugs her tight as though she were himself.
EXT. THE PORCH IN
THERESA
Poor Raymond. He loved that Studebaker. He sat in it in front of his barbershop, trying to impress me. He brought flowers in it to our house and gave them to Mama, when I wouldn’t come to the door. I’m glad I married him.
PRES
Do you think we’ll ever see them again, him and Beatrice. You know Beatrice made me buy our Studebaker when I told her about Raymond’s. They could be in
THERESA
Beatrice will guide him back by suppertime, I guess. You know we have good friends here.
PRES
I know. So tell me more! What happened next?
THERESA
Well, everybody jumped into confab mode. Telephones were ringing all over black
MONTAGE:
1) Black women mimeograph fliers asking for a bus boycott.
2) Black men and women and children run through neighborhoods dropping them on steps.
3) Black women meet in churches discussing the issue.
4) Black men meet in smoke-filled rooms shouting about the issue.
5) A headline on the front page of the Sunday Montgomery Adviser announces the progress.
6) White men meet in smoke-filled rooms shouting about the issue.
7) White women meet in churches discussing the issue.
8) Oliver watches from his kitchen window as a bus passes.
9) RACHEL, Oliver’s wife, enters the kitchen.
EXT. OLIVER’S FRONT PORCH – DAY
Another bus passes with no black passengers and very few white passengers. Oliver and Rachel hold each other’s hands.
RACHEL
There ain’t no stoppin’ us now.
EXT. THE
Theresa arrives for her court appearance and finds a crowd, some greeting her and some trying to shout her down. Nixon accompanies her, as do a WHITE GENTLEMAN and a WHITE LADY who were also among her friends at the jail. Raymond walks behind them, watching around while scowling.
WHITE GENTLEMAN
Just don’t say anything inside.
WHITE LADY
Just be your lovely self, Theresa.
NIXON
Remember, we want a guilty verdict.
The white man nods, and Theresa turns and puts a hand of hers on a shoulder of Raymond’s. She looks into Raymond’s eyes and keeps from weeping, and then she looks across her hand and Raymond’s shoulder to the prisoner, standing in the crowd. The prisoner is waving, and now she shouts.
PRISONER
They’ve messed with the wrong one now!
The largest black church in
Oliver stands with both hands on the pulpit. He is speaking incoherently to the shouting in and outside the church, until one phrase rises through, loud and clear.
OLIVER
Until justice rolls down like water!
Theresa, sitting between her mother and Raymond in the front row, as all the crowd cheers, weeps.
EXT.
The sun rises, full of peace and warmth, to the street.
MONTAGE:
1) Children and their parents behind them sing “We Shall Overcome” as they stroll through the sunlit city street.
2) The children kneel to pray in the street, and their parents kneel to pray behind them.
3) Firemen let loose water on the children and parents from fire hoses, smashing them.
4) Policemen let loose dogs on the children and parents, without muzzles, tearing them.
5) Children and their parents are loaded into paddy wagons and hauled away, bruised.
6) Children and their parents huddle together in jail cells.
7) The sun sets orange on the wet street empty of people.
The sun rises, full of peace and warmth, to the street.
MONTAGE:
1) Children and their parents behind them sing “We Shall Overcome” as they stroll through the sunlit city street.
2) The children kneel to pray in the street, and their parents kneel to pray behind them
3) Firemen let loose water on the children and parents from fire hoses, smashing them.
4) Policemen let loose dogs on the children and parents, without muzzles, tearing them.
5) Children and their parents are loaded into paddy wagons and hauled away, bleeding.
6) Children and their parents huddle together in jail cells.
7) The sun sets orange on the wet street empty of people.
Another rosy fingered dawn approaches.
MONTAGE:
1) The sun rises clear on the families and police and firemen.
2) Tears flow down a fireman’s face, his hand on his valve.
3) He lowers the nozzle as other firemen and police watch.
4) Other firemen drop their nozzles to the pavement.
5) Dogs look up at their handlers, shaking their heads.
6) The children kneel and pray and do not sing.
7) The functionaries load up their equipment.
EXT. THE PORCH ON THE EDGE OF
Theresa is looking into the floor of the porch as Lev looked into the muddy water of the
THERESA
How are MIKHAIL and YASSER doing?
PRES
Mikhail has plans. Yasser, well.
Theresa nods without smiling, but she smiles when Quincy and BEN emerge from their school bus and Raymond and Beatrice emerge from the Studebaker.
Ben runs into his mother’s arms, as
BEATRICE
I’ll start supper.
She follows
EXT. A SIDEWALK CAFÉ ON
As the sun, clear in an afternoon, delights the dome of the basilica of the sacred heart, Pres and Mikhail drink tea.
MIKHAIL
I have a plan. I hope it doesn’t offend you. I haven’t forgotten your telling me you’re a quiet man, or that you don’t like subterfuge. But remember it’s for our wives and children. And, remember, you did kill Fits Jr.
EXT.
George and Gracie and Bob neither speak nor move. The flying saucer sits idle and gray beneath them. The sky remains orange, glowing the cross more than anything else.
INT. THE WAR ROOM OF THE
RICH ABYSS stands behind Fits Jr. People swarm around the room, pushing buttons on panels of lights. Yellow paper clacks from a machine into one of Fits Jr.’s hands, as his other hand grips an arm of his shaker rocker.
FITS JR.
RICH ABYSS
Well, Mr. President, I have to admit that I concurred with Ike. World War II was a world war, and this is an operation to liberate one nation’s people from the people Truman and Churchill put in power, with later local complicity for Cuba from Ike, not to be political, Mr. President. President Eisenhower didn’t wish for an invasion. He hoped for an insurgency. Arthur’s table was round.
FITS JR.
Huh? Well, we have to be careful. The whole world is looking at me, and I need to be as good as Eisenhower, to lead our nation. We have to give.
Rich stands silent, as the yellow paper clacks through his president’s hands. Fits Jr. glances fitfully at the paper.
RICH ABYSS
FITS JR.
Not half our forces have yet hit the beach.
RICH ABYSS
Half the force that’s hit the beach is dead.
FITS JR.
Ask what you can do for your country.
MONTAGE:
1)
2) Bombers flying over
3) A man killing a cow, with a sledgehammer to its head.
4) Castro’s troops at
5)
EXT. A BENCH NEAR THE
RICH ABYSS
How did you get my name?
PRES
Rich, your name is public. You worked with De Gaulle for the Marshall Plan, and now you’re working for the CIA. I’m a graduate of Skull and Bones. So I know more than the CIA does. And I’m from outer space.
RICH ABYSS
Outer space. So you know I managed the U2 project. That isn’t quite outer space.
PRES
Not quite. But it’s in the right direction, and I’m not kidding about being from outer space. I called you because I need your help.
RICH ABYSS
Outer space. Tell me about it. I’m in intelligence. Tell me something in.
PRES
Ask me about what you already know.
EXT.
GRACIE
Yeah, let’s see what this guy knows!
GEORGE
Yeah, Rich Abyss! Interesting name!
EXT. BACK AT THE BENCH ON THE CAPITAL MALL - DAY
Rich looks up to the Capitol and down to the grass before him.
RICH ABYSS
Sometime in the second millennium before Christ, a pharaoh said he saw foul-smelling circles and disks in the sky. Do you know anything about that?
PRES
Must have been when Oliver was arriving. We’ve improved our emission systems since then. We’re using more methane, and we’ve completely eliminated sulfur from the mix, thanks to modern technology. Well, Oliver’s name was Moses for that mission.
Rich looks at the cherry trees and the obelisk for George Washington, and on to the memorial to honest Abe.
RICH ABYSS
PRES
Yeah, Theresa told me about that. That was when Oliver and Slavey landed to be Orlando and Oliver at Roncesvalle. Theresa came along for the ride, because she was in between jobs and thought she’d take a little vacation. That’s when she fell in love with
RICH ABYSS
You’re a stone lunatic! What can I do for you?
EXT.
George elbows Gracie, and Gracie giggles.
INT. THE CATTLEMEN’S CLUB IN
Heads of dead cattle with long horns decorate the walls. Pres, DICKY,
DICKY
Here’s the deal, John! Would you like to be President of the
CONDUNDRUM
It sounds crazy. Well, of course it sounds crazy. Well, it sounds crazy.
DICKY
Don’t talk crazy. We’re not goof-offs. We’re important people in this world.
CONDUNDRUM
Alright. Let me be sure I’ve got this straight. Someone’s going to assassinate Fits Jr., so
Switch parties! Are you too proud for that? And Christ has nothing to do with it! Don’t be maudlin.
PRES
So it’s set.
CONUNDRUM
DICKY
‘at’ a boy, John.
EXT. THE TORCH OF THE STATUE OF
Theresa appears as she sang in the doorway, then instantly becomes older. Oliver and Slavey appear as they danced in the rain, then instantly become older. Pres stands aside from them, looking like he did at the Cattlemen’s club.
THERESA
I’m sorry.
OLIVER
So am I, but he hasn’t kept his promises.
SLAVEY
And he could get all Earth blown into outer space, worrying about who’s blinking.
THERESA
Yet many of his words are very good.
EXT.
MIKHAIL
Yes, I can find a crazy to do that.
EXT. THE BENCH NEAR THE
PRES
Here, Mr. Abyss, is what you can do for us. We’ve got some people in place to put Fits Jr. into a parade route in
RICH ABYSS
I can and shall.
The sun is setting orange over the capital mall.
EXT. THE FRONT OF THE
MONTAGE:
1) In a window of the repository, a dark-haired young white man sweats in a short-sleeved shirt and tie, looking like a Mormon missionary, with a rifle.
2) In a window next to that window, a light-haired young white man looks like a banker or an attorney in an air-conditioned office, with a rifle.
3) Fits Jr. passes in a Lincoln Continental convertible with the top down. His wife sits beside him in the back seat. Again the pink and pillbox hat.
4) Two shots sound in quick succession as we see both windows and the flames from the rifle barrels.
5) A bullet pierces Fits Jr.’s neck and hits Conundrum.
6) A bullet splatters Fits Jr.’s brain all over his wife.
7) The dark-haired man shoots again.
8) The bullet sparks the pavement behind the car.
9) Fits Jr.’s wife scrambles onto the trunk of the car, reaching for hands of secret service agents.
INT. THE OVAL OFFICE – DAY
Fits Jr. sits at the desk, as a child peers from beneath it. The child salutes, and water floods through the French doors from the rose garden, like the
EXT. THE
In drizzling rain, azalea blossoms fall on the river. As a freighter passes moaning, George and Gracie sit beside Bob, Gracie on his right, George on her left, facing the freighter. Leaning on George’s left shoulder is the Mona Lisa. On Gracie’s right is Munch’s Scream. Monk’s “Dream” plays O.S.
BOB
It’s getting so I can’t tell a rose from any other name.
INT. THE
Pres enters with sunlight behind him outside the door. Huffa sits at a table drinking dregs, as he did when the goon hired him to kill Norma. The club is more ragged than before, and no instruments are on the stage. Pres quietly pulls out a chair and sits.
PRES
Jimmy, want a job?
HUFFA
How did you get in here?
PRES
The door was open. Trash.
HUFFA
Trash is a matter of opinion.
PRES
Fine. Oliver Wendell Holmes said that trash isn’t trash. He said it’s just something in the wrong place.
HUFFA
Dirt. He said that about dirt, and he was a lawyer. Are you in the wrong place? Are you a trash lawyer? What do you want?
Huffa looks down into his rocks glass with no rocks. His eyes shift up to his eyebrows.
PRES
I have a proposition for you.
Huffa’s eyes peer back down to the dregs in his glass.
PRES
Do you remember Norma Jean?
Huffa’s eyes peer back toward his eyebrows.
PRES
It’s the same sort of job, but better.
Huffa sighs and looks at the empty bandstand.
HUFFA
I’m listening.
PRES
I know your business. You’ve built a clientele in
HUFFA
I do my job. I’m getting into bigger unions next, to help better people who just do their jobs. Just tell me about the job and the money, and I’ll do my job. Your philosophy is none of my business.
PRES
Well, it’s pretty basic. Fits dead can’t help your huffing and puffing. So, to save your butt and your legitimate business, we want you to find someone suicidal. In the strip club business, that could be easy for you.
HUFFA
I told you your philosophy is not my business. My business is my survival, like what that goon promised me for killing Norma Jean.
PRES
Right. So just find some sucker who’s been stealing from your illegitimate business, the prostitution and drug dealing, someone with a family, like Norma Jean.
HUFFA
To kill himself? For what?
PRES
To save his family from your destruction, and all of our families from nuclear destruction, but my philosophy is none of your business.
HUFFA
I still don’t get it, and I still don’t care about your philosophy. So you’re going to have to be more clear.
PRES
Suicide by police. Now listen.
INT. THE
Police lead the young Mormon-looking shooter in shackles down a hallway, as journalists photograph the progression. A fat man in a white suit and hat breaks between reporters and shoots the shooter several times before police shoot the shooter shooting the shooter.
EXT.
Gracie and George and Bob are placid, seated on the cross.
EXT. THE CAFÉ ON
PRES
So, Mikhail, what’s your plan? You know your name is the name of the angel God asked to send Satan to hell.
MIKHAIL
I know. I’m not supposed to. Remember that Marx said that religion is the opiate of the people. But I do know, because I pay attention to all the world, and more because I love Raisa. I know you understand that, and so my plan begins with you. You have to get more global quickly.
EXT.
Bob and George and Gracie still sit on the cross, placid.
EXT. THE VIA DOLOROSO – DAY
Pres and Yasser sit drinking tea at a table outside a little kiosk in the wall stones as the sun lights dust on the cobblestones, which magnifies into fireworks overhead, and then subsides to the dusty sparkle, beneath the clear sky sun. Yasser wears his checked headscarf, while Pres is hatless.
YASSER
You can’t stop it. They’ve started it again, and it won’t stop until they stop, and they won’t stop. Their heritage is older and less fair than ours. Peace can’t come from age-old greed. And I am not Odysseus. I’m at a loss.
MONTAGE:
1) Hector nods his plume to his wife and child in
2) Arrows fall silent on the walls of
3) Horses drag a bull dead around a Spanish bull ring.
4) Snow falls on the Trojan horse.
5) Achilles drags Hector dead beneath the walls of
6) The French are eating horses in the snow.
7) Odysseus arches the arrow to keeping his marriage.
PRES (O.S.)
I know. They won’t willingly stop. Many of them believe God gave them the whole country, and many of them covet the country whether God gave it to them or not, and most of them will try to use religion as an excuse, but all of them is not a world majority, or even a majority in
YASSER (O.S.)
Who’s going to stop them? The world majority or the majority in
PRES (O.S.)
I call it
YASSER
Well, at least you don’t call it the former British mandate, and you speak a worthy ideal. So, I think you may be a friend to anyone worthy of a friend, but I have to say again that people calling thievery religion would make that idealism our tombstone if we stood by it alone. Anyway, who are you, and how did you gain your references, those for this meeting.
PRES
I’ll answer that in a moment, if you’ll forgive a question in the meantime. Have you read Kipling’s The Jungle Books?
INT. THE
A belly dancer dances on the bandstand, before a dismal crowd.
YASSER (O.S.)
Children’s books. Books for children.
PRES (O.S.)
From a winner of the Nobel prize for literature. From an Englishman in
PRES (O.S.)
Do you know what he called the “Master Words”?
YASSER (O.S.)
“We be of one blood, ye and I.”
INT. NORMA’S AND JIMMY’S BEDROOM IN
Norma is sitting at the vanity, taking off her makeup as Jimmy lies on the bed, reading a hard-covered book.
EXT. BACK IN
PRES
I am a friend. And I gained my references through other friends, and you do not stand alone. But I know you’re right that the problem is horribly out of balance, and I know it will take some time and so I’m not asking much from you, not now. All I’m asking of you now is that you work toward the ideal as best you can, in the best ways you can find to do.
YASSER
I do that anyway. So I’ll give you the promise, all on my side and asking nothing from you, about whom I know nothing beyond what I see and hear now. I will never produce an imbalance, never cause more Israeli eyes to be taken than Israelis take from my people. I don’t have the power.
PRES
Then isn’t it an empty promise?
YASSER
The promise is I’ll do the best I can.
PRES
Then I believe it’s a good one!
INT. BACK IN NORMA’S AND JIMMY’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
JIMMY
Norma, what do you think of this? I read poetry a lot out there at sea, and this got my attention. I guess because I’m supposed to be military, while they make me salute anything that moves and paint anything that doesn’t. Ah, never mind.
NORMA
No, Jimmy. You know I care. Tell me.
JIMMY
Okay: “One crowded hour of life is worth an age without a name.” Alan Seeger, died in the first World War. Whadaya think?
NORMA
Sounds like Pete Seeger, singing about that Indian drowning drunk in a ditch at home, after helping to raise Old Glory at
JIMMY
Norma, sometimes I think you know too much! How did an Indian get the name Ira?
NORMA
Just be careful, Jimmy. Please.
INT. A HOTEL ROOM IN
Theresa and Slavey and Oliver and Pres pace the room, sit down and stand up, look out the window.
SLAVEY
How’d you get in here.
PRES
I snuck in.
OLIVER
You’re getting good at that.
PRES
It’s my job.
THERESA
Enough. Oliver and Slavey, it’s time for you to do your job. And, Oliver, I’m disappointed in you. What are you doing?
OLIVER
You know what I’m doing. I’m working for you.
THERESA
You should be working for Bob, and sometimes you don’t act like it. Your screwing around on Rachel is going to screw up memories of what you’ve done and screw up what more memories of you could do. It’s called legacy here, what you’re screwing up. You need to remember Rachel at the well. And the coat of many colors. You’re acting like Fits Jr.
OLIVER
Oh, please!
THERESA
Oh, please?
OLIVER
Alright. I’m Sorry! But remember Siddhartha Gautama? He wasn’t one of us, but he tried to be like the best of us, and he said that giving up sex was the hardest part for him! Look how beautiful these Earth women are, with all their softness and warmth, their grace! Just look at you, your onyx eyes, far-seeing.
Theresa’s eyes turn from blue to brown, and she becomes much older as her eyes shine more and darken more. Oliver fattens like the Buddha, and Theresa dances like Shiva, for a few seconds. Then all returns to its former aspect, except Theresa’s eyes. They now shine black, like onyx.
THERESA
But they’re Earth women. And you’re not an Earth man. And you’re not right, in this.
OLIVER
Well, again, look at you. If I had come here as a woman, I’d have to be a lesbian.
THERESA
Oh, please! And it has nothing to do with that transvestite police pepper picker Pickens.
OLIVER
Alright. You’re right. I’m sorry, and I know how sorry I am. It’s time for Slavey and me to sing our swansongs anyway, like you said. Just let me try to make it right with that.
SLAVEY
But I’m going first.
THERESA
I know you’ll do well, Slavey. Oliver, you’ve got two shots, as far as I see it. You have to sing two swansongs, one to a rainbow at the Lincoln Memorial, and one to all of Earth in the land of the Vikings. But yes, Slavey shall vacation in
MONTAGE:
1)
2) The
3) The statue in
4) Women being dunked in
5) The looting and conflagration in
6) The little girl running naked down the road in
7) Rachel Corrie crushed in dust.
INT. THE OVAL OFFICE – DAY
OLIVER
I just. Really.
No. Let me tell you why you’re here.
Oliver breathes in deep and glances up. He nods, silently.
You’re here because we’re a nation at war. The war is within, and the war is without, and it is as real as anything and maybe more real than whatever you think, whatever my people or your people think, whatever anyone thinks. So, here’s what your people and my people are going to do. We’re going to make a consolidated gesture. For justice for all.
Oliver’s head remains bowed where his nod has left it.
You are not going to march on the capitol of this nation. You are going to meet with your people, peacefully at the steps of the monument to one of my people, the predecessor of mine who first brought forth legislation specifying your people as having the same rights of citizenship in this nation as my people. Do you understand?
EXT.
The cross falls back onto the flying saucer, kicking up a lot of dust, in slow motion. Bob and Gracie and George rise from the dust, laughing. They sit back down on the fallen cross.
EXT.
UNCLE REMUS sits on a three-legged stool and leans back against a rail fence, between a small white boy and a small white girl, both standing. The road is dry, a dusty way before them, and a briar patch is down the hill, below the road. Uncle Remus looks up to the children and down to the road, and below to the briar patch.
UNCLE REMUS
So Br’er Fox he tell Br’er Rabbit he qwine th’ow him into dat dere briar patch below, ef he do’n’ do like Br’er Fox say he ought.
The children look down to the patch and back to Uncle Remus.
UNCLE REMUS
But Br’er Fox do’n’ know dat Br’er Rabbit wa’ bo’n an’ raised in one o’ dem briar patches. So, Br’er Rabbit, he say: “Please do’n’ th’ow me into dat briar patch.”
Br’er Rabbit, he lay low.
The children scowl down to the briar patch and smile now at Uncle Remus, who is smiling up at them.
INT. THE OVAL OFFICE – DAY
OLIVER
I understand.
The main door to the office opens, but the aide opening it remains outside. Excellent Oliver stands and grasps the offered right hand of the also standing President of the
EXT.
Gracie and George and Bob are dancing on the flying saucer.
EXT. THE CAPITAL MALL BEFORE THE
The mall is full of people shouting and singing, peacefully. Theresa and Slavey and Oliver and Pres stand aside from the throng and look up to the monument to President Lincoln, and down and across to the throng.
PRES (grinning)
Surveys say 40 thousand people might show up.
Theresa looks at Pres and her other partners and at the throng waving and singing like universal strength.
OLIVER (scowling)
A thousand for each day Bob conversed with the first clingon.
SLAVEY (grinning)
A thousand for each year you wandered in the same wilderness, Oliver.
THERESA (scowling)
A thousand for each decade between my burning and this white guy’s emancipation proclamation.
PRES (placidly)
Well, you know I said, in my little book about how virtue is power, that Earth is made of ten thousand things. So, I could say that there are four persons here for each of those things, but look out there. They’re a whole lot more than 40 thousand strong.
THERESA (shining)
And it’s a rainbow. Even we aliens are here. I love Earth, this rainbow. This rainbow, after so much rain. Here, at least for a moment, this capital mall is greener than anything has ever grown on this planet, on any side of any hill.
The crowd sings “We Shall Overcome” and waves flowers and has a good time, as people stand and speak from the steps of the memorial. Oliver rises to the stage. The people quiet.
OLIVER
I have a dream.
A rainbow spans cherry blossoms and all the strong throng, as the huddled masses sing, the capitol in the distance. A dove flies from the blossoms to the rainbow, and across the fruited plain. She drops her olive branch in wind.
EXT. THE STUDEBAKER TRAVELING ACROSS WEST TEXAS – DAY
Lev drives, as he and Pres listen to the radio playing Hank Williams singing “Jambalaya”. Pres pushes a button and finds Barbra Streisand singing “Happy Days Are Here Again”. Lev pushes a button and finds Nina Simone singing “Sunday in Savannah”. Pres pushes a button and finds Bob Dylan singing “Blowin’in the Wind”. Lev pushes a button and finds Elvis singing “Peace in the Valley”. The Studebaker’s windows are wide open. The olive branch falls on its hood. Pres and Lev laugh out loud. The branch blows away. The sky is high.
EXT. BACK BEFORE ST. LOUIS CATHEDRAL – DAY
Presley keeps singing O.S., as Nina resumes “Sunday in Savannah” contretemps. Beatrice and Norma hold hands on the bench, as Theresa leans against the gate to Jackson Square and the azaleas, young again with her eyes blue as the sky. Oliver and Slavey lean against a pillar of the Cabildo, gazing toward the Presbytere. Now it is not raining in New Orleans.
EXT. A WEST TEXAS OIL FIELD – DAY
Lev and Pres play teeter-totter on an oil well pump, as the pump creaks awhile in the afternoon sun, before Lev and Pres interrupt it’s sound, with their conversation. Pres is wearing a white Stetson, Lev a black one.
LEV
I love that movie, Giant.
PRES
Yeah, but you don’t do metaphors.
LEV
I hope that’s what metaphors are for, a Zen slap in the face.
PRES
Lev, I think you are the most professional person I’ve ever met, and I’ve met a lot of people.
LEV
That’s a professing. Anyway, you said Beatrice says Ben’s a fagot. You should have paid more attention to him. I hope he’s gay, you know. How’s Quincy?
Wind rises, blowing the brush and dust of the oil field. Pres and Lev have to speak more loudly. They hold onto their hats.
PRES
Both my sons are fine. But that’s not what I wanted to talk with you about. Slavey and Oliver are going to get their butts killed pretty soon, and I think we should throw a wake for them before they go. I thought you might wish to join the party.
LEV
A going away party! And I know just the place!
PRES
Talk on, my friend. But no ballet, and nothing intellectual, if you please.
LEV
No problem. I found this great little bar in New Mexico. It’s in a ghost town I visited a few years ago, while I was looking around to find some interesting ghosts to hang out with. A lot of interesting ghosts hang out in New Orleans, but I was trying to widen my horizons.
The pump creaks and clunks with the sun behind Lev’s head when his head rises. Lev and Pres now have to shout, above the pump and rising wind. Lev is wearing pointed-toe Cossack boots. Pres’s hat blows away. Lev tosses his.
LEV
We’ll get ‘em later. It’s a gold-mining ghost-town, but it’s in cattle country. And it’s famous because BILLY THE KID used to hang out there, or hide out there, whatever. Some guy from Michigan owns it now. It was a drugstore, in the kid’s days.
PRES
Wait a minute! Now it’s a saloon, but it used to be a drugstore? What’s up with that?
Lev rises and stands on his end of the pump. His gray beard and his Cossack sleeves blow in the wind.
PRES
Well, that’s impressive, but history needs to be more impressive than that, to get these Earthlings’ attention.
Lev plops back down on his end of the pump. Pres lurches a little and takes a tighter grip on his end.
LEV
It’s a ghost town. I already told you that. Nothing there is the same as it was. This PENROD guy came out from Michigan because he was tired of being an electrical contractor but had made enough money at it to buy the drugstore, which wasn’t even a drugstore by that time, and he turned it into a saloon. He calls it the White Oaks Saloon, because the name of the ghost town is White Oaks, and it used to have a pretty happy-go-lucky saloon named that, before the town went bust. It was a fancy establishment, even had a sign out front saying ‘no scum allowed’. But that didn’t stop Billy the Kid from going in there. It was also a whorehouse.
EXT. WHITE OAKS IN ITS BOOMTOWN DAYS – NIGHT
Floozies drape the balcony rail of the White Oaks Saloon.
PRES (O.S.)
Okay. New Mexico. Volcano cores. Whorehouse? What else?
LEV (O.S.)
The grass is brown, like here and on the Russian steppes, but it isn’t flat. It’s cattle country, and the name of the county seat is Carrizozo, Spanish for great grass. But the cattle have to do a little hill-climbing to get to all that great grass, and there’s a plain of burnt dirt, called the valley of the fires, just outside Carrizozo. I thought some of your people might have done that in some sort of invasion. But White Oaks is up in the hills. Not in the valley.
EXT. THE VALLEY OF THE FIRES – DAY
The saucer sweeps down, scorching acres of Earth.
PRES (O.S.)
Is it near Roswell? We might have burned the valley accidentally! We have conventions in Roswell from time to time.
LEV (O.S.)
Phh! About eighty miles west. But that’s not why I think it’d be a great place for a party for us. That Penrod character moved out there because he wanted to be a gold miner, but he still goes back to Michigan for fruit harvests, to work with the illegal aliens. Yeah, I thought you’d find that funny, but he has a Mexican wife named MARY. Together they throw a great party, and the drugstore has a big backroom. Sorry for the chuckle.
EXT. A MICHIGAN CHERRY ORCHARD – DAY
Mexicans of all ages climb ladders and gather the fruit.
PRES (O.S.)
Yeah, alright! A big backroom? What do they do there, deal drugs?
LEV (O.S.)
Maybe sometimes. But mostly, except for the pool table they put there, they don’t use it other than for Saturday nights. Saturday nights, they have a big ball, with the best musicians from all around the county. They call it a dance, but it reminds me a lot of old times in Petrograd. Except that they wear Stetsons instead of plumes. Their boots are almost as pointed.
EXT. BACK IN THE OILFIELD - DAY
Lev turns his face and looks across the vast Texas steppes.
LEV
The saloon still has the old drugstore counter, like the one in the movie The Grapes of Wrath, where the owner undersells the kids the candy canes. Besides, the county’s named for Abraham Lincoln. Alright?
EXT. WASHINGTON SQUARE IN NEW YORK CITY – DAY
A hatless young black man playing chess with an old white man in a beret hands a small waxed paper packet to a black girl. She hands back some money, and walks away without a word. Both men focus on the game.
EXT. CALVARY – DAY
Bob and George and Gracie sit quietly with crowns of thorns on their heads, and huge teardrops on all their cheeks.
EXT. A MUNICIPAL BENCH ON THE DETROIT RIVER – DAY
In the shadow of the Detroit Renaissance Center, Theresa and Slavey and Oliver and Pres look across to Canada.
THERESA
You know, I bet Norma would like to come. We can get her out of Heaven for that.
OLIVER
Yeah! And how about James Dean! He’s dead, too!
THERESA
He’d be hitting on Norma or Lev. Not the right focus.
SLAVEY
Yeah, and she’s waiting for that sailor Jimmy.
OLIVER
And Lev is going back to his wife.
PRES
How about Billy the Kid?
THERESA
Does anyone know where in hell he is?
EXT. THE SIDEWALK IN FRONT OF THE WATTS TOWERS – DAY
Pres and GENE AUTRY lean against the fence.
GENE AUTRY
You want to do what with my DC3?
PRES
I want your gooney bird to fly some alien friends of mine to New Mexico for a wake. It seems to me to be a Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer kind of thing. By the way, how can you own a baseball team?
GENE AUTRY
Well sir, we pay the players very well. Better than that Roy Rogers character paid Trigger, stuffing his carcass and sticking it in a museum, not for Trigger but for him.
PRES
I know, Gene. You’re the real king of the cowboys. You sing and know the happy trails of sky. I’ve always said so. You want to come?
GENE AUTRY
Nah. You go ahead. My plates too full already, without a bunch of aliens filling it.
EXT. CALVARY – DAY
Bob and George and Gracie still have the tears on their cheeks and the thorns on their heads, but now they have Emmett Kelly noses on their faces.
BOB
Happy trails, y’all!
INT. GENE’S DOUGLAS DC-3 AIRCRAFT FLYING – NIGHT
Pres pilots the craft as he and Theresa and Slavey and Oliver sing “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer”, “Somewhere Over the Rainbow”, and “All the Way”. The stars fade into dawn.
THERESA
I’m on vacation! This is so great!
SLAVEY
Do you think Lev and Norma can find the way.
THERESA
They’ve already found the way. They’re just not real sure of they’re footing yet.
OLIVER
Lev’ll have to pick her up off site. He doesn’t think he’s ready to go in quite yet.
THERESA
Yeah, well. They’ll figure it out.
EXT. CALVARY – DAY
GRACIE
Will you two shut up?
EXT. THE GRAVEL RUNWAY OF THE CARIZZOZO AIRPORT – DAY
The plane lands lurching, and the aliens emerge from it, laughing into the New Mexico sun. A small gray-haired man beckons to them from a doorway through some large plate glass windows of a small building otherwise of wood. The aliens jostle each other to the little man, who coughs.
INT. THE LITTLE TERMINAL BUILDING – DAY
The small man holds the door open with his right hand as the aliens enter the building. With his left hand, he covers his mouth as he coughs. Inside, he holds out his right to Pres.
COUGHING COLONEL
Jimmy Roberts, United States Marines, retired. Can I get you all some coffee?
PRES
Pleased to meet you. Sure, I guess.
The others nod. All shake the colonel’s hand, giving their first names. The colonel fills and hands around paper cups from an electric coffeemaker on top of a small refrigerator. He removes a quart carton of half and half from the refrigerator and sets it on top of the refrigerator beside a jar of sugar Norma might have had on her counter in San Diego. After he hands the coffee around, he gestures to the cream and sugar. The aliens follow the colonel’s gesture.
COUGHING COLONEL
Help yourself.
All help themselves and share a spoon from a cup of water beside the sugar. The aliens look at each other and grin.
PRES
How’s business? Who flies in here?
COUGHING COLONEL
I’m not sure you want to know.
PRES
I guess you must have flown in the Marines.
COUGHING COLONEL
Fighters.
PRES
Bombers.
Pres points to his chest but looks at the floor, not smiling. The colonel looks out the plate glass windows past the runway.
PRES
I was only in the Army Air Corps, World War II.
COUGHING COLONEL
I was in Korea. Had to leave because of this.
The colonel hits his chest with his right fist and coughs again. He takes a breath, deep but very slowly. He coughs again, and exhales as slowly. All glance, while no one speaks. It’s an embarrassing moment. Pres reopens.
PRES
I’m not sure we planned this trip very well. It doesn’t look like you have a rental car agency here. I feel stupid mentioning it. Any suggestions?
The coughing colonel’s pale blue eyes look straight into Pres’s, then around at the other aliens. He offers a smile of kindness to Theresa and nods to her understanding eyes. He starts to scratch his belly, but he scratches his head, instead. He looks out the windows, past the airstrip to the rolling grass.
COUGHING COLONEL
That pickup over there.
He indicates to his right with a thumb, while still looking forward across the airfield. The pickup is O.S.
COUGHING COLONEL
I don’t use it much, because I’ve got the van out front. Fifty bucks a week, if you want it. Sorry I can’t do better. Or . . . .
Pres pulls pocket cash and offers a hundred-dollar bill.
PRES
Appreciate it. That’ll do fine. We’ll bring it back in a few days.
The colonel accepts the money with a glance of respect and appreciation, again into Pres’s eyes.
EXT. THE AIRFIELD – DAY
The aliens retrieve some luggage from the gooney bird and carry it to the pickup, where the colonel awaits them. They throw it into the bed.
COUGHING COLONEL
Real estate? Looking around? Thinking of staying?
MONTAGE:
1) Again the Mongol hordes at the wall in Kabul.
2) Chinese people carrying stones from the Great Wall.
3) The same people building homes of the stones.
4) The same people building a railroad across New Mexico.
5) The same people in an opium den in San Francisco.
6) Needles discarded beneath a park bench in Sweden.
7) The statue of the little mermaid.
PRES
Nah. Just a party with some friends. But I love the view.
COUGHING COLONEL
Yeah. Forever is a nice way to look.
The colonel hands Pres keys to the old Ford pickup. Pres steps onto the driver end of the seat, and Theresa swings onto the passenger end. Slavey and Oliver pile into the bed, and Slavey parks his butt in the wheel of a spare tire lying flat back there, while Oliver sits on the bed-bottom and leans his back on a side, crossing the ankles of his legs stretched out. All look up at the bright New Mexico sun.
COUGHING COLONEL
Y’all have fun now.
The aliens wave and head up the road past the valley of the fires, toward the vast tourist vista of Carrizozo.
EXT. THE CROSSROADS GIVING CARRIZOZO IT’S RAISON D’ETRE – DAY
The pickup pulls into the motel on one of the four corners. The sign in front of the motel says it’s the four seasons.
INT. THE FRONT DESK OF THE MOTEL – DAY
Chimes hanging on the door chime as Pres enters the lobby. A distinguished-looking woman stands behind the desk, looking down at some paper. Pres walks to the desk and waits.
HER HONOR
Oh, I’m sorry! How can I help you?
PRES
Reservations. Under a bush, maybe in parks. Could be under Martin Luther, or maybe X. I’m sorry, too. I’m having fun. Ma’am.
Pres lowers his eyes, showing he sees his vacation isn’t hers. Her honor grins nevertheless, brightening her large and light brown eyes beneath her short and dark blonde hair.
HER HONOR
We don’t do reservations here. But we have rooms available. How many do you want?
PRES
Two, with two beds each. Is that possible?
HER HONOR
Of course! We even take credit cards!
Now Pres grins and hands her honor a BankAmerica Visa card.
PRES
I don’t wish to offend you, but you seem to me to be too distinguished for what you’re doing.
HER HONOR
I’m also the mayor. This is a small town.
PRES
Well, the view is lovely. Oh, we’re here to meet with some friends, an old bearded guy and a thirty-something beautiful blonde. Can you tell me if they’ve checked in?
HER HONOR
Nine. You and your other friends are in ten and eleven. You’re not going to sue me for giving you their room number, are you? They asked me to tell anyone who asks that they’d be in the bar across the street. I don’t know why they called it a bar. It’s a very nice restaurant. Very nice.
PRES
Yah hah! Not a chance! I mean of suing you, taking you to court. You know what I mean. I’m married. Thank you!
Her honor laughs him out the chiming door.
EXT. THE MOTEL’S GRAVEL PARKING LOT – DAY
Pres walks to the room doors, and the others join him from the pickup. Pres tosses a key to Oliver and opens one of the doors. Slavey opens the other door and turns back to Pres.
SLAVEY
Norma and Lev? Are they here yet?
PRES
They’re in that bar across the street.
INT. OLIVER’S AND SLAVEY’S ROOM – DAY
Oliver and Slavey stash their stuff and check themselves in mirrors. They slap each other’s back and head out the door.
INT. THERESA’S AND PRES’S ROOM – DAY
Slavey and Oliver stride in. Theresa is standing on the dresser, as Pres applauds and the others join in.
THERESA
I have a dream!
SLAVEY
Yubba dubba doo!
Theresa jumps down from the dresser, and they all head out.
EXT. THE INTERSECTION IN FRONT OF THE MOTEL – DAY
The four aliens stride across the motel parking lot to the entrance to the bar across the street, which also has a sign calling it four seasons, and a drive-up pickup window.
INT. THE FOUR SEASONS BAR AND RESTAURANT – DAY
Norma is standing at the jukebox, looking as though she lives there, chatting with about a half dozen natives, while Lev is at the bar, chatting with one man. It’s quite a crowd and quite a mix for any time or place. The aliens enter.
Nearly everyone in the bar is in a Stetson hat, Caucasians in white Stetsons, Hispanics in black. Theresa and Slavey and Oliver sit in a banquette, all on one side to await the others’ joining them, Theresa in the middle, Slavey outside. Pres’s blue eyes glance around, and he strides to the bar, to Lev. He listens a moment.
LEV
So what do you think about the Israel/Palestine situation?
TREASURE HUNTER
I’m an American. That crap’s been going on since Joshua fit the battle of Jericho. I can’t do anything about world peace, or even worldwide economics. I just work the goods I find, into my pockets.
Pres taps the shoulder of Lev’s away from the treasure hunter.
Lev touches the nearest forearm of the treasure hunter and turns, to find Pres frowning at him in a brown study.
TREASURE HUNTER
No problem.
LEV
Oh, ho! You finally made it! Where in hell have you been?
PRES
Not in hell. We’ve been flying from Atlanta in a gooney bird.
Pres orders some beers and carries them to Norma Jean, who gives him a big tearful hug and accepts the same, and one of the bottles of beer. Pres carries the rest of the beer on to the banquette and places the bottles around to his alien friends. The other aliens are chatting, catching up on new times, but Pres doesn’t sit. He leans against one of the benches and glares around the room. He returns to Lev and again listens before getting his attention. Several white hats tip to Pres as he approaches the bar. Pres responds with blinking eyes and frowns.
LEV
Not tomorrow.
TREASURE HUNTER
No problem.
Pres squeezes in between Lev and a WHITE HAT on his left.
WHITE HAT
Long time no see, Kemo Sabe.
Pres looks at the man and turns away to glare at Lev.
PRES
What in hell is going on here? I’ve never seen so many DEA agents in one place, ever.
LEV
Oh, they’re not DEA agents, anymore. I thought you might want to know about this. This little bar or restaurant, or whatever the local Chamber of Commerce or chapter of the Masons wants to call it, is the main world club of drug enforcement defectors. When they wish to make more money, a might mess of them comes traipsing here. Opportunities abound you know, and this little place is a funnel. Didn’t your Skull and Bones pals tell you that?
PRES
Lev, it isn’t my specialty. And I was hoping for a vacation.
Lev now glares, straight back into Pres’s glare, and shudders.
LEV
Well, it should be your specialty! Nothing is more disruptive of your mission here on Earth than the drugs these salivating suckers conjure up. Anyway, these salivating suckers don’t like music. So we won’t see them up the hill. Russia was never as bad as this.
Pres takes the hit. He nods and pat’s Lev’s old Slavic back. He returns to the banquette and now sits, but still he scowls.
THERESA
What’s the matter, young fellow?
PRES
Oh, Lev reminded me of something. I’m going to get Manuel Noriega to give me a cigarette boat, and then I’m going to bury him beneath the Miami courthouse. Then I’m going to take some OPEC sheiks for rides in the boat. I guess I’m rambling. I don’t know.
THERESA
Sounds like a plan to me. Just make sure you don’t take Idi Amin or ol’ Fidel for rides in it. Lev must have told you something good.
Norma interrupts the conversation by sliding Pres over as she glides grinning into the banquette. Lev sees and follows, leaving the treasure hunter, to slide Norma and Pres over.
LEV
Any room for an old Slav?
PRES
You’re a pain in the butt!
LEV
Let me tell you a story.
PRES
Yeah, a story! The only story of yours I know about is more than a thousand pages long in fine print, in any language. We’re here for a vacation, not to listen to some old Russian ghost sob about his sense of purgatory.
LEV
Well, this story isn’t about purgatory. Or maybe it is, but it’s about here, about the little ghost town where we’re going. And I’ll keep it as short as I can.
NORMA
I like stories. Although they all seem bitter sweet.
THERESA
Tell your story. I love your stories, long or short.
OLIVER AND SLAVEY
Story! Story! Story!
LEV
Okay! Okay! Okay!
The aliens and ghosts filter out the bar noise as Lev begins. They bow their heads to hear Lev’s story.
EXT. CALVARY – DAY
Gracie and George and Bob play cards atop the flying saucer. Their tears and thorns and nose bulbs are gone, and a cribbage board sits beside them on the saucer, upside down. The board’s pegs are scattered in and out of their little storage slot. Gracie and George and Bob look serious. The cross is the card table. No money, only cards.
LEV (O.S.)
Once upon a time, in a place not far away or long ago, lived a beautiful PRINCESS. She was beautiful as the sun, but she didn’t know how beautiful she was, and so she wished to be a cowgirl. So, the first handsome COWBOY who came along and saw her beauty easily swept her off her feet and took her for his bride.
MONTAGE (as Gene Autry sings “Back in the Saddle Again” O.S.):
1) The princess’s bright and shining face and blonde hair beneath a white Stetson, first as a young child and then in late adolescence.
2) A young blond cowboy watching the princess ride a bucking bronco. Then the young cowboy riding the range, then requesting her hand.
3) The cowboy riding the range, wiping sweat from his brow.
4) The princess washing dishes, wiping sweat from her brow.
5) The princess and the cowboy grinning at their CHILD in the princess’s arms in a hospital bed, the cowboy in a Stetson, the princess not.
6) The front porch of their little unpainted clapboard house, as they sit in plastic chairs. The princess, her hat back on, holds the child.
7) The princess and the child in a grocery store, the child now near adolescence, as they and the grocers smile.
8) The cowboy still riding the range.
INT. THE BARROOM OF THE NEW WHITE OAKS SALOON – NIGHT
The princess stands beside a MEXICAN in a black Stetson, about the age of the cowboy. Lev strides, in a brown Stetson and his long hair and beard, to another side of the princess. He leans to kiss a cheek of hers.
MEXICAN
Watch it, now.
Lev leans back without kissing, and he looks at the Mexican.
INT. THE BALLROOM OF THE NEW WHITE OAKS SALOON – NIGHT
The princess dances with the Mexican, while the Cowboy and the child sit talking with others, men and women in one of the banquettes back there in the ballroom.
LEV (O.S.)
The cowgirl’s husband thought little of this dancing, because he loved his lovely princess, and they could afford groceries, and had a lovely child. Life was right and easy, as it could be.
INT. THE BANQUETTE IN THE FOUR SEASONS BAR – DAY
Norma’s blonde head is still bowed, as the aliens look at her with trepidation. Nevertheless, Lev continues his story.
LEV
So, while the neighbors weren’t surprised when the cowgirl left her husband and her son to ride fences like a cowboy with the wild Mexican, the husband was devastated. He sat moping at home, staring out the screen door of their little house, wondering what to do. So, the moping turned to smoldering that threatened to combust.
Theresa bows her head, folds her hands together, and looks again at Norma. Norma, her head still bowed, does not move. But tears drip to her folded hands.
EXT. A LITTLE ADOBE HOME ON THE RANGE – DAY
INT. THE ONE ROOM OF THAT LITTLE HOUSE – DAY
The princess opens a pine wardrobe and finds it empty.
PRINCESS
I have nothing to wear. I have to go home and get some clothes.
MEXICAN
We could do the laundry. No, we’ll buy you some clothes. Forget laundry.
PRINCESS
We could, but I have to go sooner or later. We have to finish this.
MEXICAN
I’ll finish it. We’ll finish it. I’ll go get your clothes.
The princess smiles. She looks at the Mexican. Their mouths come together, lightly and warmly. They hug.
EXT. THE FRONT PORCH OF THE COWBOY’S HOUSE – DAY
The Mexican strides onto the porch and knocks on the screen door. Nearly immediately, the cowboy comes to the door, points a .38 magnum revolver at the Mexican’s head, and shoots through the screen. The bullet enters the Mexican’s right eye and exits the back of the left side of his neck. Blood spurts as he falls, his hat floating above him.
INT. A HOSPITAL ROOM – DAY
The Mexican lies in bed with bandages, IV’s, etc.
INT. A JAIL CELL – DAY
The cowboy lies on a steel shelf, like Theresa’s
INT. THE FOUR SEASONS BANQUETTE – DAY
Theresa unfolds her hands. She turns them up and open toward Norma, but without moving them closer to Norma’s bowed head.
LEV
Of course the husband went to jail, but the wild Mexican didn’t die. The husband was convicted of attempted murder, and the Mexican only lost an eye, and a lot of mobility. I guess, to this day, the husband remains immobilized in a prison cell for years, but the Mexican was walking with a cane within a few months. No, I’m not kidding.
Theresa moves her hands nearer to Norma, but Norma lifts her head. Tears flow down her face, but she smiles brightly.
NORMA
So then what happened?
Lev now lifts his head from his story and looks at Norma.
LEV
The last time I was up at the saloon, the princess was tending bar. She was wearing no Stetson, and her hair was cut in a pageboy haircut, a little like Jackie Fits used to wear, not cowboy-cut at all. But her Mexican was right there with her, sitting by the woodstove that heats the place.
NORMA
Yes. That’s what I said. Bitter sweet.
Lev looks back down to the table, again into his river. But soon he slowly raises his eyes to the others. He sadly looks at Norma, then at Pres. All, except Lev and Norma, shake their heads. Lev looks at Norma again. He shakes his head.
LEV
That guy I was talking to at the bar told me he’s a treasure hunter. He says there’s drug money buried in these brown hills. He told me that the Lincoln County News has reported a person who died in prison but never turned over the money, and he said there are other events like that, that never hit a newspaper. He says he thinks some of the money might still be in the hills. He said that’s why he’s here.
Now Norma shakes her head and looks around at her friends. She wipes her right cheek with the back of her left hand. Then she looks at Lev again.
NORMA
What kind of treasure hunter is that? Aren’t treasure hunters supposed to be looking for gold doubloons sunk to the bottom of the sea?
LEV
That’s what I wondered. I could understand someone wishing something like that, for adventure. But I don’t see how someone can want to hang around with a bunch of drug dealers just to find out where to dig up some money.
PRES
Theresa, sometimes I think you talk too much.
Theresa grins broadly, as her eyes change back to blue and back to brown, and her wrinkles go away and return. Slavey elbows her and grins, and Oliver frowns as Pres bows his head and shuts his mouth. Lev and Norma just sit quiet.
OLIVER
Neither do I understand. It seems to me that people might wish to have some reason to live, some kind of productive purpose for their lives.
SLAVEY
Or just for beauty, as Norma said.
THERESA
Yes. It’s like religion. People try to make religion into ritual or rules and totally ignore the sense of their own hearts that the only reason to live is to make others happy, and that that’s the way to find happiness for oneself. Bob told this world that in his second commandment, saying it’s like the first one. But people ignore both commandments, by leaving out the second. But yes I talk too much. We all know all of this.
PRES
Yes. Sorry. I’m sorry, Norma, Lev.
Theresa pats Pres’s hands, folded on the table.
THERESA
Anyway, being happy for one’s neighbors beats the hell out of drugs. Does the treasure hunter have any kids?
LEV
No. He said he just travels around with his wife in a camper truck.
THERESA
Maybe he just likes to be alone with his wife.
LEV
He asked me to play golf with him tomorrow.
EXT. THE CARRIZOZO GOLF AND COUNTRY CLUB – DAY
A golf ball bounces across a fairway amid the brown hills, touching subtitles saying, “Happy days are here again.”
INT. THE FOUR SEASONS BANQUETTE - DAY
PRES
And no one’s with him here! Are you going?
LEV
Hell, no! We’ve got better things to do than beat a pale ball across some pale grass. Tomorrow’s Sunday, the jam session up at White Oaks, and we’d better get back to the motel and change, if we’re going to the dance tonight.
The aliens and ghosts cheer up, but Norma frowns back from her cheer. But then she grins from all her face.
NORMA
I’m hungry! Can we eat first? I haven’t been hungry since I made that stupid choice in ’62. I can hardly wait to see if a ghost can enjoy a meal like I did when I was on Earth every day.
THERESA
It wasn’t an entirely stupid choice. It was time for you to find new friends. So how do you like these other boys?
NORMA
Lev’s a little ghastly. But I didn’t know boys could be so much like girls. Do you guys think I’ll ever see Jimmy again?
THERESA
You’ll see him again.
Norma bows her head again but looks up quickly.
NORMA
Good. But I’m still hungry. What do they have here? Do they have a menu? Is it any good, Lev?
LEV
I know a better place, just up the street. A little Mexican diner, the only other restaurant in town.
NORMA
As long as I don’t have to wait tables.
EXT. THE CROSSROADS – DAY
The aliens and ghosts cross to the motel and pile into the pickup, the girls in front with Pres driving again, the other boys in the back. Lev has a six pack of Coors in hand, and he hands cans to Slavey and Oliver, to pop as Pres drives into the town away from the crossroads. Pres parks diagonally at a two-step curb, in front of the tiny diner squeezed between two other storefronts. They all bound frowning from the pickup, but step grinning up the curb, to the diner.
INT. THE MEXICAN DINER – DAY
The diner is like the San Diego diner, except that there is more wood and less chrome and leather and that the windows to the street are at the front end of the counter and banquettes, not along the banquettes and parallel to the counter. The aliens and ghosts sit in a board banquette, eating.
Norma eats with her blue eyes wide open, chewing and swallowing tacos and cheese and chopped lettuce and beans, her fork and fingers shoveling it all into her unpainted mouth, never touching her napkin, until she finishes, grinning.
NORMA
Boy that was good.
PRES
I wish Beatrice were here. I wish I could tell her what this is all about. Well, she knows.
EXT. CALVARY – DAY
Gracie and George and Bob are lounging back against the cross, with the cards scattered like the cribbage pegs.
GRACIE
And well does Norma.
EXT. THE WINDING ROAD THROUGH RANGELAND UP TO WHITE OAKS – DAY
The aliens and ghosts, riding in the pickup truck, have changed into old-movie cowboy clothes, mother of pearl snap-closed shirts, Stetsons and boots, spurs, etc. Pres parks the truck in front of the saloon, and they all pile out. Lev tips his black Stetson to a cowboy departing on horseback. A hand-scrawled sign beside the saloon entrance says “No scum allowed”. The ghosts and aliens enter, Lev in front with Norma at his back.
INT. THE FRONT ROOM OF THE WHITE OAKS SALOON – DAY
Lev swaggers, his spurs jingling. Penrod is playing poker with cowboys in the corner where the potbelly stove heats the place, using buffalo nickels for chips. Lev stops, his thumbs in front belt loops. Norma and the aliens stop behind him.
PENROD
Uh oh. Look what just blew into Dodge.
LEV
Gi’ me a beer.
PENROD
You know where it is. Mary ain’t got time for you.
LEV
I can’t see the cooler! Where’d you get that bar?
PENROD
Oh, somewhere. I stole it from one of these empty old buildings. I got tired of having people sit on the bar instead of at the bar, and so I got a bar they could belly up to! Who are those beautiful women you’ve got with you?
Lev, his thumbs still in the belt loops, turns back to look at his entourage. Norma and the aliens wait silently, shadows in the sun setting behind them outside. Norma’s bleached hair shines brilliant. Theresa’s eyes shine dark and kind.
LEV
Friends. Norma and Theresa. The guys are competition, but not much competition. I think they’re city slickers. You know how that goes. How are you, Mary?
Mary quietly sets an open can of Coors on the bar beside Lev.
MARY
What do your friends want?
NORMA AND THE ALIENS
The same.
MARY (smiling)
Easy to please.
NORMA (scowling)
Let me do it.
Norma walks around the end of the bar to the cooler and opens it. With her two cool hands, she scoops four cans of Coors out of the ice and sets them on the bar all at once. She pops the tops, two at a time.
NORMA
There you go, boys. You too, Theresa.
Mary wipes her hands on a towel, as though she has done the work herself. She smiles at Norma and Lev, as Lev and the aliens grab their beers from the bar. Norma looks around and sees only friends.
NORMA
How do we pay?
MARY
If you do it yourself, just leave the money on the cooler, a buck a beer. But Johnny’ll be here any minute to tend that for the dance. Then we can relax and have a good time.
INT. THE BACK ROOM OF THE WHITE OAKS SALOON – NIGHT.
A pool table sits idle, a tipless cue stick lying on it, at the front end of the dancehall. CURTIS, with his band, his fiddle and bow in his hands, stands on a low plywood platform in a back corner, lit more than the rest of the room. A disco ball sits on a table in a banquette where no person sits.
CURTIS
I want you all to have a good time.
People, men and women and children, sit in all the other banquettes along a wall, and dance on the large space of concrete floor nothing else takes up. Lev throws his black hat on the floor, and he and Norma dance around it. Norma waves her white one, then places it beneath the black. Slavey and Oliver dance with women young and old.
Pres stands mostly idle talking here and there, and the evening dwindles into his mood. Then Lev and Norma take to the bandstand, where Lev borrows Curtis’s violin and plays “The Way We Were”, as Norma sings it. People go on home.
EXT. THE PICKUP ON THE WINDING ROAD BACK DOWN THE HILL - NIGHT
Pres again is driving, as Norma and Theresa ride beside him, pushing buttons on the radio. Slavey and Oliver and Lev sit in the back, shivering for the fun of it, beneath the stars.
EXT. THE FOUR SEASONS CROSSROADS – DAY
Stars fade, and the sun rises. A man in a white Stetson and cowboy boots with duct tape strapping the soles to the insoles walks into the crossroads, from the hills. His right hand holds a stick with a nail pointing from one end, with a beer can skewered on the nail. His left hand holds a large bag slung over that shoulder. Her honor emerges from the motel office. She squints at the man. The sun is behind him.
HER HONOR
Good morning, RABBIT.
RABBIT
Mornin’, Mayor.
INT. THE MEXICAN DINER – DAY
NORMA
I’m gonna have to stop doing this! I guess?
LEV
I guess I don’t think so! We ready to roll?
EXT. AGAIN THE WINDING ROAD UP TO WHITEOAKS – DAY
This time Lev is driving, with Pres in back with the women, Slavey and Oliver in front with Lev. In view of the saloon, but distant from the road, a brick mansion sits in the dust of the range. Lev parks the truck in front of the saloon, no horses tied up outside. It’s Sunday.
INT. THE FRONT ROOM OF THE SALOON – DAY
The ghosts and aliens enter from the early afternoon sunlight and find some people sitting at tables, playing guitars, singing. The aliens and ghosts nod around at them and go to the cooler. Each grabs his or her own poison. They turn back around the bar. They lean and listen. The music stops.
PRES
Who owns that big brick house, some gold miner?
All the guitars are acoustic, and all the musicians wear Stetsons. GALE, a woman in a white Stetson, looking like she has been through many winds but weathers them well, replies.
GALE
Nobody knows. Just some of us live there. Maybe a ghost owns it. This is a ghost town. Maybe we own it! You know?
LEV
Maybe, Gale! Where’s Penrod?
A HATLESS MAN with no guitar sits alone at the table where Penrod was playing poker, near the stove between the players and the ballroom. His not especially western clothes obviously need laundering. He sets down his beer.
HATLESS MAN
Looking for gold.
NORMA
Where’s Mary?
GALE
Home. I guess. They trust us! What are you all doing up here on a Sunday afternoon? Well, Lev’s a pretty good fiddler!
BREEZE, a woman in a black Stetson, who was not playing when the ghosts and aliens entered, bends now from her chair. She opens a guitar case at her feet and pulls from it a guitar, much like Gale’s but not as seasoned. Then she pulls some papers from the case, sorts through them, puts them back, face up. She looks down at the paper and begins to strum and sing “Puff the Magic Dragon”. But she falters and returns the guitar to the case.
LEV
What happened to what’s his name?
BREEZE
What’s whose name?
LEV
The guy from El Paso, the guy who thought I insulted him by not riding his horse he said was outside here, after I came in and told him no horse was outside. It was the night Gilbert told me to leave Gwen alone, but I don’t know if you remember that, Breeze. Weren’t you with him, the guy from El Paso?
BREEZE
El Paso. He went back. I’m with Curtis now. You know Curtis, the bandleader last night. Curtis is teaching me music, because he loves me, and I love him. I’m writing a song about it, all of it. I love it up here in this ghost town. I’m happy here with my friends. Everyone here understands me.
Norma says not a word, and the saloon suddenly dims. The door to the road is still open, and the afternoon New Mexico sun has shined through it on everyone there, from the entrance of the ghosts and aliens to this moment. The cloud that darkens the door is a man in a black hat, limping on a cane. Behind him in the sunlight is a blonde woman in no hat, in sandals. The sun shines bright through her hair.
MEXICAN
Hey, Lev.
The Mexican stops his steps and replaces his right hand with his left on his cane. After patting a shoulder of Lev’s, he switches his hands again and limps on back to the stove, where he sits on a chair alone beside it.
PRINCESS
Penrod asked us to come by and keep an eye on the place. Hey, Lev.
The princess also gives Lev a pat on the shoulder, and a hug from the arm of hers patting, and a kiss on his cheek on her side.
PRINCESS
Nice to see you again! Are these people friends of yours?
LEV
Yes. Very good friends! How are you doing, Gilbert?
MEXICAN
Good, thanks. Gwen takes good care of me.
An adolescent boy comes in from the sunlight, as Lev smiles.
CHILD
Hey, Lev.
LEV
Hey!
Lev, smiling, lightly touches a shoulder of the passing child.
LEV
Oh! How’s HARLAN?
Lev looks around at everyone in the room, one at a time. No one seems to hear his question. Except the princess.
PRINCESS
He’s still up there. Why don’t you go get him. I haven’t seen him in a couple of days. Go get him away from those chickens. Yes! Go!
LEV
Come on, y’all.
EXT. THE ROAD IN FRONT OF THE SALOON – DAY
Norma and the aliens follow Lev out into the afternoon sunlight. They climb into the pickup without a word, and Lev drives them further uphill. He drives them beyond the asphalt and onto gravel and turns onto a dirt road with grass down its middle, going further up the mountain. At the top of the mountain, he stops the pickup and jumps out, and so do the others. Lev stares around and at the ramshackle ranch house there. Chickens pluck and cluck all around the yard. Little white clouds float about the sky.
LEV
Maybe he’s in his shop.
Lev walks into a shed a few yards from the house, while a man in a black Stetson walks from the house with a big grin on his face, but an aura of just having been awakened, and no indication of surprise. Lev emerges from the shed.
HARLAN
I hope they don’t kill any horses this year. I know how you feel about that. Who are your friends?
LEV
Theresa, Oliver and Slavey, Pres. Oh, and this is Norma. And this is Harlan.
Lev, smiling and waving around, returns attention to Harlan.
LEV
Harlan’s the greatest saddle maker on Earth. Ask the chickens, but don’t ask the power company. He does alright without electricity.
NORMA
You’re showing us too many people too fast! Maybe that’s why no one can remember the names of the characters in your books. What’s that about killing horses?
HARLAN
It’s a tourist attraction here. People care more about sports than they do about history. So, every year, we replicate the pony express with a race to White Oaks from Capitan, across the range.
LEV
And, most years, at least one horse is run to death. I’ve seen my share of cavalry charges, and I feel sadder for the horses than for the humans, because the humans think it up.
NORMA
But you make saddles to ride them.
HARLAN
I think it’s more comfortable for them.
NORMA
But why ride them? Why dominate them?
HARLAN
They’re my friends. It’s playing together. I’d give them a ride if I could. Anyway, I like to make saddles, and I think of that as reincarnating cattle, and I don’t ride much, anymore. My kids do, but I don’t.
THERESA
Where are your kids? They don’t live up here, do they?
HARLAN
All Over. They’ve grown and gone their way.
LEV
But they follow in their father’s footsteps.
HARLAN
Well, my son’s a trainer. And my daughter’s a jockey.
LEV
The winningest woman jockey in the world.
Norma looks quickly at Theresa, who is crouched with chickens pecking at her hands, and fluttering away.
NORMA
Can we see some of your saddles?
HARLAN
Sure, if you’d like. Come into my shop.
The aliens and ghosts follow Harlan into the shed.
INT. HARLAN’S SHOP – DAY
Harlan gestures around the small space, at saddles of many shapes and styles and different kinds of leather, as we see him speak but do not hear him. Some of the saddles are plain English, and some are intricately tooled American. One, unfinished on a rack, is smaller than the other saddles. It is plain English but died red and green. Norma touches it.
HARLAN
It’s a gift, for a friend’s daughter.
NORMA
Do you sell many of these gifts of yours?
HARLAN
Not many. But I get enough from one to last a while. I don’t pay rent anymore.
Norma looks around and lightly touches a large tooled leather photograph album lying to a side of the workbench. She removes her hand and looks at Harlan.
NORMA
What’s this book?
Slavey and Oliver, having seemed like accidental tourists here, now look at Norma and catch Harlan’s pause. Harlan slowly picks up the book and opens it in the center of his workbench, and turns the pages and points to photographs, as again we see him speak, but do not hear him. The photographs are of him and Kim Novak. We hear bells and see sunlight.
Except Harlan, no one speaks here now, and Harlan closes the album and steps from the shed. The aliens and ghosts follow him out to the sunlight. All of them squint.
EXT. JUST OUTSIDE HARLAN’S SHOP – DAY
Theresa looks into a ceramic jar half full of something pasty, on a one-plank bench beside the entrance to the shop.
THERESA
What’s this stuff?
HARLAN
It’s what I glue the saddles with. I make it myself, out of sweet potatoes.
Harlan and the ghosts indulge in a little more conversation we don’t hear, and some nods and smiles and pats on backs and hugs we certainly see, and they all pile into the pickup. This time, Theresa drives, with Harlan beside her, while all the others ride in the back. All wave farewell to the chickens, as they go back down the mountain.
INT. THE FRONT ROOM OF THE SALOON - DAY
Harlan and the aliens and ghosts listen to a little more of the drug music, as more conversation we don’t hear carries the ghosts and aliens back out the door, after Lev shakes hands with Harlan.
HARLAN
Always a pleasure to see you again, sir.
EXT. THE FRONT OF THE SALOON - DAY
The hatless man follows the aliens and ghosts out to the sunlight and sits on a weathered one-plank bench on the side of the door away from the sign that says no scum is allowed. As the ghosts and aliens beginning to pile into the pickup turn back and see him, his dirty clothing turns into loose white apparel endemic to Mexico, and his dirty sneakers turn into huaraches. As the ghosts and aliens watch, his skin and hair darken as his irises turn from blue to yellow. A straw sombrero lies beside him on the bench. A pistol and bandoleer lie in its brim. The hatless man grins into the sun.
LEV
Son of a gun. It’s Billy the Kid.
The aliens and Norma look askance at each other and the sun. Billy stops metamorphosing, looks to his paraphernalia beside him on the bench, and squints again into the sun. Lev shakes his hands beside him and looks at the Kid.
LEV
So, what’s happening, man?
Billy stops squinting and grinning and bows his head like Lev. Clouds are forming in the New Mexico sky.
BILLY THE KID
Where in hell am I? I don’t know either! I swear I don’t know either, but it seems to me that a minute ago I was working for a homeless shelter in Boston, the cradle of liberty, accounting for money, just a minute ago. Now I’m back here. Oh, my God. Go figure.
PRES
Just make it quick. I’m sick of this crap.
Lightning strikes. Clouds quickly hide the sun. Rain falls.
BILLY THE KID
I felt in the arms of Santa Clara. But, yeah, yeah, yeah! Alright?
NORMA
Well, a little rain won’t kill me. I’m already dead! You know?
The aliens squeeze into the cab of the truck. Pres, in the driver seat, starts the engine and the windshield wipers, but they leave the doors open. And Pres leaves a leg hanging out, and Theresa leaves both her knees outside the passenger door, as Slavey and Oliver huddle between. Norma and Lev perch on the hood, as Billy resumes his talk without moving himself or his paraphernalia. The rain falls harder from the dark sky. Lightning flashes. Thunder crashes.
BILLY THE KID
I went to work for that homeless shelter because I wanted to do something better than kill greedy ranchers. I wanted to do some good without killing, but I’ve found at that homeless shelter named for Francis of Assisi’s girlfriend that there ain’t no such thing as non-profit, that non-profit is homeless!
A steer’s skull appears on the bench beside Billy’s sombrero, no horns only holes where they once were.
BILLY THE KID
Everybody is trying to profit. There, it was the board of directors getting kickbacks from the renovation construction projects and passing on some of their profit to the shelter’s executive management. And they get away with it by buffaloing the front line of their disservice. That corruption’s worse than the big dig, because it digs deeper. But maybe not as high as the United Nations.
Rain fills the sombrero’s brim, rising above the bandoleer, splattering the skull.
BILLY THE KID
Yeah, “What I hear you saying.” That’s what they say, those mental health professionals calling themselves non-profit social workers, some kind of non-directive neo-Freudian baloney, I think. They don’t hear what any of those poor people, you poor people, we poor people, are saying. They’re just hearing what they wish to think. I mean, get real, you know! Lev, you know!
Lev smirks a little but does not answer with any words.
BILLY THE KID
They’re trying to fit the poor into their own poverty, to fund their private success, their fame, whatever. Publish or perish, pride or avarice, all of them are trying to screw the rest of life, like those pedophile priests. Are you aliens?
Slavey now weeps, his right hand on Theresa’s left shoulder.
SLAVEY
I’m so sick of being alien.
Theresa places an arm around Slavey’s shoulders, with a kiss.
BILLY THE KID
And that city, the city of most of the pedophile priests, calls itself the cradle of liberty. Yeah, right, I’m repeating myself, after the people who called it a city on a hill, preaching Jesus’s sermon on the mount, lowered the hill with bulldozers. Can we call union corruption a beacon, a flying saucer?
Theresa steps from the truck and stands in the pouring rain, pulling Slavey with her. She laughs, then giggles, then listens. Lev and Norma slip from the hood and stand.
BILLY THE KID
Yeah, y’all, I know about New Orleans and Huey Long taking those construction turnarounds to build those housing projects and Charity Hospital to let them go hell in a hand basket. Yeah, y’all. I know.
Pres shivers in his relatively warm seat in the pickup truck. He is not happy in his encampment, but he does not move. Oliver stays beside him, but apparently reluctantly.
BILLY THE KID
I’ve been dead for scores of years, and I’m still pissed. I know killing is wrong, but I still want to kill someone, something. If not kill, then what?
The mushroom cloud rises fire orange but murky beyond the range in the now dwindling rain, behind cows mooing on the now muddy range.
BILLY THE KID
Yeah, I’m sorry for eating cows, but both sides in the Lincoln County wars were trying to profit from that. For what?
George, or Gracie, drops from the sky beneath a parachute and perches on the crown of the soaked sombrero. She, or he, pat’s a hand of Billy’s, but Billy doesn’t seem to notice.
BILLY THE KID
Oh, what the hell. Hell, I’m dead, and so I’m still rotting. But, at least I never, but maybe I did. For what?
Gracie or George scampers over the sombrero’s brim and up to the crown of the skull. Whether George or Gracie, the lizard again has those crocodile tears in his or her eyes, in the midst of the drizzle.
BILLY THE KID
I know nobody cares!
In my hometown!
Drug music!
The rain dwindles a little more, as Billy bows his head. But thunder sounds again as Billy raises his head again.
BILLY THE KID
What pisses me off most about that homeless shelter is that the human resources director stuffs herself fat from bagels Starbuck donates, while she says she loves black people because they all have southern accents. Does anyone know who Starbuck is?
Pres now slides out of the truck.
PRES
He is the mate who fished me from the sea.
BILLY THE KID
Exactly, off Nantucket, Massachusetts, after the Puritans sailed into Boston’s old harbor, ostensibly for religious freedom, and hanged Mary Dyer. They hanged Mary for not quaking from hers, on the land they’d reserved as a training ground for killing native Americans, for not quaking from theirs. No, you haven’t had enough of this!
EXT. BOURBON STREET – NIGHT
Slavey and Oliver are tap dancing in the rain.
BILLY THE KID (O.S.)
How doesn’t a human resources specialist know that African Americans are the most ultimately homeless people of all Earth, kidnapped from their homes to our southern colonies, for the venality of people such as that person, that so-called human resources specialist?
EXT. IN FRONT OF THE WHITE OAKS SALOON - DAY
Oliver now slips from the truck. The rain subsides to a drizzle, and the thunder fades away. Oliver and Slavey do not dance, and Theresa is no longer giggling.
BILLY THE KID
What pisses me off most on my home Earth is crap, what one of those psychologists or social workers or whatever told me when I told him I was crazy, at the oldest homeless shelter in New York City. That anti-social sucking sucker asked me why I though I was crazy, and I told him I didn’t know anyone else on Earth who thought someone who ruins the career of a female intern in his care and doesn’t know what is is, someone who can’t preside over his own zipper, shouldn’t preside over a nation. Is a cigar a cigar or a tower of trade?
Out of the rangeland rises a pyramid. The naked little Vietnamese girl runs down it in the rain, as its peak rises above the rest of it and grows an eye. The little girl lies down at the base of the pyramid and goes to sleep, amid scattered cow skulls and scrolls and books and computers.
BILLY THE KID
That shrink said that that’s what politicians do. And then he said that what he heard me saying was that I resented other people’s success. Well, granted, I was pretending to be homeless. Yeah, well pretending! Pretending?
In the drizzle, a young blonde woman in a windbreaker the color of the mushroom cloud stands between the brick mansion and a bulldozer. The bulldozer crushes her and drives into the house as the bricks fall onto the bulldozer. The young woman lies alone in mud behind the bulldozer.
BILLY THE KID
Do you know anyone who’s found home?
PRES
Nonsense. We’re out of here.
The aliens and ghosts listen no more to Billy the Kid. They leave him there in the now hardly misting rain, and they head back down the road to Carrizozo. Rain drips from barbed wire, along the way between the rangelands.
THERESA
He’ll be alright. Someday, after he feels for the fish Francis and his brothers used to pay their rent, as much as he does for the other cattle. Chattel, what the hell.
PRES
Theresa, this time I’m not sure you’re right. Mies van der Rohe, what a name for someone who built a landmark for whiskey, in the home of he who vanquished Al Capone. How did Thomas Dewey n’er preside? God is in the details? Details of what? Architecture? What details? Whose?
THERESA
The Irish. Bonnie Billy was born with the name William Patrick McCarty. The twentieth century was the century of Irish strife. Of course, it started earlier, but the twentieth century was the century of complexity and most of its civil killing. Billy’s hell, his confusion, is his part in the hypocrisy, people calling each other Christians but killing each other because they read the Bible differently, like Shiites killing Sunnis in the cradle of civilization, while potatoes could glue them all together.
SLAVEY
So, in his despair, he looks for blame. And he finds it in hypocrisy everywhere. He seeks the seeds and finds them everywhere, even in the best of places, in the best of intentions. Billy’s hell is that he cannot die.
OLIVER
And so he seeds a new crusade himself, within himself while no one else will fight.
THERESA
And now he loves Sainte Claire. Yes, that’s his hell.
PRES
Is that what you hear him saying?
THERESA
Yes, Fits Jr.’s fits.
The rain drips silently from the barbed wire.
INT. THE GOONEY BIRD – NIGHT
The aliens and ghosts crowd around the door to the cockpit, where Theresa copilots Pres. Ahead are many stars, and all the party silent looks to them. Constellations never less outline. Pisces fades into Aquarius.
PRES
Anybody know what drugs are for? Alcohol or any of that stuff Earthlings do to change their minds, or hearts? What’s up with that?
OLIVER
Boredom.
SLAVY
It’s for fun.
LEV
It’s to be braver than usual.
NORMA
Or maybe to be kinder than usual.
PRES
Maybe to forgive ourselves our weaknesses?
THERESA
And so to forgive others’?
MONTAGE:
1) A church steeple (Notre Dame de Paris).
2) A mosque minaret (Hassan Tower, Rabat).
3) A capitol dome (Massachusetts, Boston).
EXT. THE FRONT OF A NASHVILLE HOMELESS SHELTER – NIGHT
The building is of gray concrete and neoclassical. Billy the Kid and Rabbit sit on the grand steps, with a more colored man sitting between them. The Grand Ole Opry is dark a few blocks away. The cowboy in white sits alone on its steps. His guitar is still in its case. He lights a joint.
BILLY THE KID
What I hear you saying is, can you spare any change until I can figure out how to turn water into wine, lead into gold, whatever.
RABBIT
No, I’m saying we should get an education, so we can turn words into wine or gold, words of promise ambiguous for all.
BILLY THE KID
That should be easy. Suckers are born every minute to play against each other. I love Marie Antoinette.
RABBIT
Yeah, me too, and Mary Queen of Scots, and Maud Gonne, and Welsh rabbit, and beer.
BILLY THE KID
I don’t hear what you’re saying! How about you, RODNEY?
RODNEY
You honkies are a mess. I came here from Watts, from those towers in the city of angels, after those white folks kicked my ass. I figured I couldn’t make it in Hollywood or New York City, but might be able to make it in Nashville, as a country singer, like Charlie Pride. But I ain’t got no pride, and so I’m doing day labor as a security guard, and sleeping here most nights, even if inside is full. I guarded Heather Clingon at the Grand Ole Opry last week. She said she’d just played the Apollo. Them politicians. Go figure.
RABBIT
I hear her saying she’s just trying to get along.
BILLY THE KID
Yeah, right.
The three of them lean back on the concrete steps as other homeless around them begin to stir from their huddling. Some elbow each other and mutter. Some stand and shudder.
RODNEY
Dawn is coming soon.
EXT. CALVARY – DAY
BOB
Now the plot is thickening. You two have served well, but watch what Slavey does now. He’s finding his way from the labyrinth now. Then Oliver shall.
EXT. THE OLD CITY OF JERUSALEM – DAY
An old man sells Coca Cola from a cart on the cobblestones in front of an outdoor shoe store. Slavey slurps some Coca Cola.
SLAVEY
But democracy gives you more right than the Israelis. I mean to all this land, from here to Tel Aviv and back across the Jordan. I mean democracy, the right of the majority to rule. Muslims are the majority here, all across the land. So, isn’t it your land?
COCA COLA SALESMAN
What about you? Your swarthy color is not the majority in your land. Do you think that all those people of your color, who are fighting and dying and being imprisoned as criminals in your country, merely for requesting the same rights as the majority, have no right to complain? No right to complain?
The sun shines bright in the dust motes on the cobblestones.
SLAVEY
I don’t mean to meddle, but aren’t you saying the Israelis have a right to take your land, your houses, whatever?
COCA COLA SALESMAN
I’m saying that I’m in Jerusalem selling Coca Cola, and my family needs no more than it gets from my selling this stuff your country likes to drink to rot its teeth and guts. I could tell these American tourists with their children what this stuff will do to their teeth and their children’s teeth, but I’m sure they already know it, and it’s not my job. So, with your permission I beg you to honor, I shall return to doing my job, to keep my family happy. However, I wish everyone well, and so I’ll offer you a way to better answer. I’ll tell you how to find my brother.
Slavey doesn’t answer, except by a nod and a sunlit scowl.
COCA COLA SALESMAN
He tends a garden, on the hill across the way. It’s outside the Lions Gate, on the near side of the Mount of Olives, above the Garden of Gethsemane. It’s a terraced garden, and it’s called the prayer garden, because the Roman Catholic Church says Christ prayed there, for a little peace before his crucifixion. My brother is the gardener.
Slavey, still scowling, follows the salesman’s upward gesture.
COCA COLA SALESMAN
It’s about a fifteen-minute walk, leisurely in the weather we almost always have for such walks here. Sit beneath an olive tree, on the stones supporting one of the terraces, with a clear view of the sky and the walls of this city. If my brother is not too busy talking to other tourists, he will come to you and stand before you, gazing across the lower garden. If you ask him something, he will sit beside you and answer all your questions until you seem to him ready to leave. Then he will rise and drop on the walk his walking stick. Rise from the stones yourself and pick it up. Hand it to him with a little money. My brother sells answers. I sell Coca Cola.
Slavey kisses the old man’s hand and nods farewell.
EXT. THE ROAD BETWEEN THE CITY AND THE MOUNT – DAY
Slavey negotiates traffic crossing the thoroughfare, as a young woman with a cell phone crosses the same thoroughfare, but toward the city. Horns honk and brakes screech as the young woman carries her conversation into the traffic. Slavey stops until he sees she’s safe.
EXT. THE WINDING NARROW ROAD UP PAST THE GARDENS – DAY
A BOY leans against the stones that border the road and guard the gardens. He elbows himself with effort away from the wall and ambles to Slavey, who is ambling up the hill. He stands squarely in front of Slavey and looks into his eyes.
BOY
What do you want to see? Just here is the Garden of Gethsemane. I can show you there the oldest olive tree in all this land. It’s huge, but just down there is the tomb of Mary, very beautiful and full of beautiful paintings, and very cool on this hot day.
SLAVEY
Let me see. I would very much like to see the Garden of Gethsemane, if only you will promise not to cut off an ear of mine. I have a use for both, if you can tell me the secrets of the place.
BOY
Not a chance, of either cutting off an ear of yours or telling you the secrets of the place. Think what either would do to my tip.
EXT. THE GARDEN OF GETHSEMANE – DAY
The boy gestures to a huge old olive tree, and Slavey looks carefully but wanders quickly around the outer path and back out the gate, as the boy follows.
BOY
And the tomb of Mary, just here. It’s just a little back down, there across the road. Everyone wishes to see the tomb of Mary. Everyone knows who Mary is. You’ll find it beautiful.
Slavey follows the boy back down to the entrance to the tomb, but he baulks at the dark coolness below the stone entrance.
SLAVEY
No. Maybe some other time. Thank you.
Slavey hands the boy a fistful of shekels. The boy accepts them and pats slavey on a sleeve of his T-shirt. Slavey smiles and walks on up the hill, to the gate to the prayer garden. He looks at the gate, then through it. He enters.
Finding no humans there, he walks along the terrace graveled at the level of the gate. About halfway to the furthest end of the garden, he follows the Coca Cola salesman’s instructions and sits on the stones beneath an olive tree and gazes up to the sky and down to the lower garden and across to the old city.
An OLD MAN, garbed more Afghan than Israeli or Palestinian, appears from the end of the garden Slavey has not traversed. The old man uses an unhewn tree limb as a walking stick, to help him walk in his rubber sandals. He stops before Slavey.
OLD MAN
I’ve been to the United States.
SLAVEY
Yeah, me too.
OLD MAN
I live up there now.
The old man waves his hand toward some houses on the hill above across the way. On balconies of the houses, clothes hang drying on lines. The old man sits on the stones, beside Slavey. He rests his hands and chin, on the tree branch.
OLD MAN
I know more about America than you do. You talk about democracy, about how the people have the right to rule, and you use that notion to excuse depriving others of the right to just live quietly. You say you care for common concern, but you care more about thinking your car is better than your neighbor’s. If your neighbor disagrees, you call him stupid.
The sky is clear, as the Coca Cola salesman has promised.
SLAVEY
I don’t own a car, and I’d like to ask you about you, about your view of things.
OLD MAN
Nice prelude. But I was telling you about me, about how I feel. You don’t call your neighbors stupid to their faces, but to other neighbors you also think are stupid. You do that because you think you’re being smart, by fooling your neighbors, by being sneaky. Have you heard of the Kasbah?
SLAVEY
Yes. The mythical den of thieves.
OLD MAN
It’s mythical, alright. But it’s far from fictional. It’s a presence, both cultural and geographical, wherein was founded the response of Islam to people like you. If you’re wondering where I learned enough English grammar to use words like “wherein”, the answer is Harvard University. I’m a Ph.D. in English literature, and I live up there.
Again the old man waves to laundry breezing the afternoon sun.
EXT. CALVARY – DAY
Gracie and George are standing on the flying saucer, playing electric guitars. Each of them has a foot on the cross, propping the guitars they hold in their hands. Bob sits on the cross, patting along on bongo drums. O.S., Bob Dylan sings “It Ain’t me, Babe”.
OLD MAN (O.S.)
You, being an American, think I’m bitter being a Ph.D. and living in a house without electric or gas washing or drying machines. My family likes spending time washing, and my family likes the smell of the clothes drying on the line, and the feel of the air blowing through them. It’s better than electric air-conditioning. It’s always fresh.
Gracie and George and Bob are rocking it up pretty good, while Dylan’s singing is arrhythmic and pale to their beat.
OLD MAN (O.S.)
And it’s better than sitting around thinking up ways to lie and steal, like our people do in the Kasbah, like your people do everywhere. The Kasbah, and all the breaking of promises and other lying at which Islamic people have become competent is nothing except retaliation against the silliness of western culture. The silliness of western culture.
Bob and George and Gracie drown Dylan in screeching feedback.
OLD MAN (O.S.)
Did I say silliness? Of course I said silliness! You Americans and Germans and French think, when your neighbors buy a Cadillac or Mercedes or Citroen, that they’re picking on you if your only car is a Ford or a Volkswagen or a Renault or a Fiat. Ford built the car for all people, and “Volkswagen” means people’s vehicle. People’s vehicle?
George and Gracie break their guitars on the cross.
OLD MAN (O.S.)
Am I preaching? Of course I’m preaching! You people are so crazy that, when someone catches you in your silliness, shows you yourselves how crazy you are, you just think up some way to be stupider. And that’s the whole reason for the problems here now between Islam and Judaism. You westerners, you Americans, you people. We nearly had it figured out.
EXT. THE PRAYER GARDEN – DAY
The music turns to Simon and Garfunkel singing “For Emily”.
SLAVEY (quietly)
You mean because we supported the Zionists after World War II.
OLD MAN (noisily)
Zionists, schmionists! Areall you Americans totally deaf? You instigated the problem by teaching all those nice Semitic Jews who emigrated to New York to be like the rest of you people. After Joshua died of old age, the biggest problem we had here in this holy land was Europeans. You know!
EXT. THE HOLLYWOOD FREEWAY – DAY
Cars are smashing into each other, getting on and off. Everyone is talking on a cell phone. No one shakes a fist.
OLD MAN (O.S.)
Think about it! Joshua himself told the Israelites to cool it, to stop all that warring and greed and to start paying more attention to the Ten Commandments, and they did, mostly. From then on, things were relatively calm here, until the Romans started trying to take over everything and everybody. Colonization, you know. You must!
EXT. THE AMAZON RAIN FOREST – DAY
People are sitting beneath their shelter of sticks and leaves. They are placid as smokestacks smoke over the river. They are eating in the rain, nearly naked.
OLD MAN (O.S.)
I’m not a Ph.D., or a Muslim, for nothing! Sure, David and his baby-chopping temple-building son caused some problems, but it wasn’t like Joshua’s or Hitler’s efforts at genocide. Romans tried to turn the whole wide world into Egypt, and everyone in it that wasn’t Roman, and a lot of other Romans as well, into what Israel was in Egypt.
EXT. VIETNAM – DAY
The naked little girl runs and runs, down the dusty road.
OLD MAN (O.S.)
From then on, until this century, world history has been mostly Europeans fighting over the rest of the world. Thank Ala for Muhammad, coming along and giving us enough pride to resist all that crap, or enough unity, whatever. If Charles hadn’t hammered back Suleiman at Tours, we might have world peace now. We might have world peace.
EXT. JAPAN – DAY
Enola Gay flies and drops her load.
OLD MAN (O.S.)
But, instead, we had to wait for inevitable economics to bankrupt the over-reaching nations, and that took until this century, the last of this millennium, after Christ. No, I’m not a Christian, but those Europeans claim to be, while they do all that coveting of their neighbors’ Saabs. So what were you going to ask me? Do you remember?
EXT. THE PRAYER GARDEN – DAY
Slavey appears to be in a reverie, his head resting in his hands as the old man’s rests on his. He blinks and looks up.
SLAVEY
Oh, you’re right. I did almost forget. Thank you for reminding me. How do you feel about the Jews taking common ground to build a separate nation for themselves? I mean, true democracy gives them no right, since Muslims are more populous across the land than are Jews, don’t you think?
OLD MAN
Don’t I think? I already told you! They won the right to call it theirs. So, if they wish to call it theirs, they can. But it isn’t theirs, and it isn’t ours, or yours. The land, all Earth, a gift from God, belongs to all of us, to you and to me and to them. “This land is your land; this land is my land,” says an American song. I don’t care who calls it theirs, as long as we all can feel at home. I live up there, and that’s my home. What were you thinking about? That’s all!
The old man, having said all this without moving his chin from his hands on his stick, bows his forehead to his hands.
OLD MAN
Parfois, il ne faut pas cultiver notre jardin.
The old man rises from the stones and drops his stick to the gravel path of the terrace. Slavey rises from the stones and stoops to pick up the stick and rises to hand it back to the old man. Slavey bows and walks from the garden, forgetting about the money, then.
INT. A NOT AT ALL LUXURIOUS HOTEL ROOM – DAY
Slavey sits on the bed, his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. He looks at shekels beside his passport on the bed stand. Still frowning, he rises from the bed.
EXT. THE WINDING ROAD PAST THE GARDENS – DAY
This time walking down the hill, from his hotel on the Mount of Olives, Slavey turns into the prayer garden. A family is having a picnic on the terrace of the rocks where he spoke with the old man. The family members glance and look away.
SLAVEY
Have you seen the old man?
FATHER
What?
SLAVEY
Have you seen the gardener?
FATHER
No!
The father turns back to his family, and Slavey turns back to the gate. But, on his way out, Slavey stops at steps from the gravel terrace up to the grassy one where the family is having its picnic. He pulls a pile of shekels from his pocket and stacks them neatly on the stones beside the steps. He leaves the garden and walks on down to the tomb of Mary.
INT. THE TOMB OF MARY – DAY
Slavey descends into the darkness. A man in ceremonial vestments sits reading at a table in candlelight. The man does not look up as Slavey passes by and looks around at the renaissance paintings and older relics. Slavey finds a stone tomb with more candles than the others. He stands gravely.
He starts to leave, but he turns back and stands a while longer. He turns back and walks on out, as the man at the table looks up to him. Slavey nods, and the man nods back.
EXT. IN FRONT OF THE SPHINX – DAY
Slavey stands, his back to sphinx, his eyes looking across the SAND before hers. The wind blows sand in the sun.
SAND (sounding like Clint Eastwood)
My name is Ozymandius, king of kings.
Look on my works, ye mighty.
And despair.
Slavey brushes the sand from his eyes but stands where he is.
SAND (sounding like Meryl Streep)
Let them keep that land.
But let us have our homes.
INT. OLIVER’S PARSONAGE – DAY
Sunlight streams through dust motes by the windows of the Victorian house with Victorian furniture. Slavey’s and Oliver’s children sit politely and look out the windows, as sunlight beams in sparkling dust motes in the air. Slavey’s and Oliver’s wives share hors d’oeuvres.
SLAVEY
I’m sorry. Militancy is not the way.
OLIVER
Any means necessary is the way.
Slavey’s and Oliver’s wives gaze into each other’s onyx eyes. The sun brightens the dust on the Victorian furniture.
INT. AN APARTMENT WITH A VIEW OF THE U. S. CAPITOL – NIGHT
A FAT MAN resembling a bulldog sits in women’s clothing, on a big red modernist sofa, smoking a cigar. A THIN MAN in a dark blue pinstriped suit sits in a French provincial chair, smoking a cigarette.
FAT MAN
We’ll get ‘em. The fucking niggers. You heard those tapes. That’s all they do is breed. You heard those bedsprings squeak. And he’s a Baptist preacher.
THIN MAN
Certainly. Thank God you’re our nation’s top policeman. We have our contacts in the Ku Klux Klan and the Nation of Islam. We’ll get ‘em. Certainly.
FAT MAN
Have we talked about adopting?
EXT. THE FAÇADE OF THE APOLLO THEATRE – NIGHT
Cars and homeless people and other pedestrians, most of them Negroid but some of them Caucasoid, come and go as the marquee is incandescently alight with Slavey’s name below a big black X. Some of the pedestrians enter, some in suits or gowns, some in rags.
INT. THE APOLLO THEATRE – NIGHT
Slavey’s wife and daughters sit in the front row, as he stands at the podium. His hands are firm on the rails of the stand.
SLAVEY
In my visit to the holy land, I prayed among thousands in the mosque at Mecca, all bowing to God and brotherhood. In my visit to the holy land, I sat on a rock at the top of the Mount of Beatitudes, there also not alone. I sat among flowers above the mist above the Sea of Galilee, amid birds and bees.
EXT. KARN HATTIN – DAY
SLAVEY (O.S.)
Beside me, on another rock, sat two lizards necking in the sun, their tongues lightly flitting to each other’s green and shining presences. So I did not feel alone at all, but where were all the Christians? Were they hiding under a bushel?
INT. THE APOLLO THEATRE - NIGHT
A MAN IN THE AUDIENCE stands. He pushes a man standing beside him to the floor, knocking over others and their chairs. Everyone in the theatre looks to see the disturbance.
MAN IN THE AUDIENCE
Get your hand out of my pocket.
The man on the floor rises and pulls a pistol as other men in the audience stand and pull pistols from their pockets and shotguns from their coats. The pistols pierce Slavey’s body, as he falls from a shotgun blast into his heart. SLAVEY’S WIFE rushes to the stage, their daughters behind her. Slavey’s wife covers Slavey with herself. Their daughters cover their mother.
SLAVEY’S WIFE
Oh, God. Oh, God.
All goes silent in this horribly messed up scene, utterly silent as all turns to shining white, then deepest black.
EXT. A JET PLANE ABOVE THE ATLANTIC – DAY
Oliver, in a window seat, gazes down to the silver cloud-tops and on down to the deep blue sea. His wife sits beside him, and his friend RALPH sits in the aisle seat.
RALPH
He was a sweet man.
OLIVER
Indeed he was, always.
All of them peer out the window of the jet aircraft, until Ralph breaks the silence from his aisle.
RALPH
Well, anyway, none of that colored time here. You’ve got work to do, and these are white folks who haven’t done anything to us. Let’s just stick to the schedule and get on home.
Rachel laughs and takes a hand of each of them. Oliver grins at his wife, and Ralph grins at both of them.
OLIVER
Alright, after I see