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#1411
General JFC / Re: JFC and Milch - NewsFeed.
June 10, 2010, 06:18:20 PM
John Hawkes  (Sol Star in Deadwood) speaks about Milch and Deadwood.



JH: I think that was the best job I've ever had. Amazing group of actors, and [creator] David Milch is a genius. I don't know how else to put it. He's by turns intimidating and altruistic; it's all a bundle of contradictions. He's never mean or anything, but he's just such a smart, confident man. It was great. It felt like he really knew how to tell a story. He really oversaw all the writing on the show, I would say. Although a lot of people's names are on scripts, I think every line of dialogue on that show went through his filter. All the story points and things like that.

He would come on the set and—I guess he's legendary for this from other shows he's been on—he would "Milch it." He would come on the set and watch a scene, and then he'd quote Blake, or tell a story of trying to wrongfully sue a casino, or a joke about a drug buy, or he'd recite a piece of a Shakespeare sonnet. You just never knew what it was going to be. I know every actor on that show has the experience of getting the scene they're about to do the next day, making some decisions, figuring out what they were going to do, and then having David come in and just by telling an anecdote that seemingly had nothing to do with the scene, everything would change. The dialogue wouldn't change, but suddenly the scene would mean something totally different to you that you never ever could have imagined. It's kind of thrilling, the way he works. And then he would leave, once the scene was in a place he wanted it to be. At first it was like, "Well, we've got one director, and now this guy's coming on the set and messing with things." Then later, we'd be freaking out if he wasn't showing up right before the camera was rolling. We wanted him there.

AVC: Between the sets, the cast, and the writing on Deadwood, it probably wasn't so hard to get into character.

JH: You could just put on the wardrobe! It was so amazingly done by Jane Bryant, who does Mad Men now. She's one of the most amazing wardrobe designers I've ever met. You'd get your stuff on, and if you were lucky, you had an early call. I think it was Molly Parker who said that if you walked out on that street before anyone was there, and the sun was just rising, there was a strange, palpable sense of transportation to another time. I know that myself, sometimes I'd shoot for 14 or 15 hours, and then I'd go back to my home in the armpit of Hollywood and walk to the 7-Eleven with cars screaming by on Sunset, and even at 35 miles per hour, it felt like they were going 90. It felt loud and crazy. [Laughs.] I'm not a Method guy, but sometimes I'd come home from work and feel like I'd been displaced and dropped from an old time to a new time.

It was just an unbelievably great job. I don't have anything but positive things to say about that cast and that whole experience. Great cast and great stories and great crew. The Perfect Storm was an impressive set—and I've worked on a lot of Hollywood movies with bloated budgets and big sets—but Deadwood was a set unto its own. It was several blocks of deer carcasses hanging and bleeding, and horseshit everywhere. People would come to the set to visit, and if they wanted to watch a scene, they had to walk through mud and urine. [Laughs.] A lot of people made short visits. It was just fantastic. We shot, I think, 25 miles north of L.A. on the old Gene Autry Melody Ranch, and I never once drove onto that set without a smile on my face.

AVC: It's too bad the show ended so soon.

JH: Yeah, man. I agree. That one would have been a lovely feature film, I think. It's too bad they didn't make one of those. Wrap it all up in two hours. But I don't think that's happening. The sets are all gone. [Laughs.] Even though not a week goes that someone doesn't ask about it still, years later, wondering if it will come back.

Quoted from:
http://www.avclub.com/articles/john-hawkes,41960/
#1412
One more problem: when I was "beautifying" archived episode 18 (I know someone who needs to read it here), it exceeded the limit. Would you increase that a little bit, please, just in case.
That's all for tonight. I am so glad I have time off, good to learn something useful.

See you tomorrow. Glad you wrote to Back.
#1413
General JFC / Re: Barry's Bar & Motel
June 10, 2010, 12:22:24 AM
Oh, thanks for telling me,  I thought I'm getting nuts!
#1414
What the hell's happening? The threads multiply! Besides I didn't open any of them myself! Trish, if that's you, have pity, I'm losing my mind, ahahaha ;D

But- I still can't manage to post a picture of Butchie, no luck with any others. I add to the album and that's all I can do. Maybe I'll try tomorrow, with clear head.
#1415
So, Waxon, is it easy to post those pictures here?
Would you like to open a thread for the trivia? I think this "bar" thread is good for general conversation, however, since the BB is not exactly crowded yet, that is not important.

I cleaned up my profile and will not post on FB anymore, done!

I am an idiot, I posted the page link instead of URL. Of course it wouldn't work!
Thanks again, Trishah.
#1416
I swear I did all the same, Trish, and have got (grammar?)only a link :-[

You guys both are way ahead of me!

Now, how to make those images bigger, let's say up to the size of videos?

And, Waxon, I'd say it was Moana, but I'm not sure.
#1417
Trish, the sound in the videos is breaking up, that was not happening when I first posted them. Is that my computer (although I have FIOs), YouTube or is that something else?
Would you, please, check?
#1418
General JFC / Re: Barry's Bar & Motel
June 09, 2010, 05:39:44 PM
Trish, the e-mail should be an invitation to the renovated headquarters, not something grand though, and I think it would be better if you and Back (or any one of you) could write that. Would you mind asking  Back to write an e-mail? I read again his letter to Milch and liked his style very much. By the way, maybe we should send a thank you letter to Milch, not that it would produce any results for JFC. That would  be just a sign of our appreciation of the show and gratitude. I don't know if that's such a good idea though. He never answered to Back's letter or anything else we sent as I know.

The horizontal layout is interesting, if we also could incorporate still shots/pictures from JFC. Think of something else, you have the knowledge. Parade is just a symbolic word for a celebration here, I think. Whatever we could accomplish would be OK by me. Definitely better than doing nothing.

#1420
Shaun awakens and sees John standing in the corner of his room.

Shaun: What's up John?

John: Get down with the beast Shaunie!

Shaun: (gets out of bed leaving his new girlfriend still sleeping, he walks over to John) What do you mean John?

John: Open mike night at the Snug Harbor Shaunie! Flying saucers pulled over the El Camino.

Shaun: (laughs at John and puts his hand on his shoulder) I'm with you Johnny.


--SpiritontheWater

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Barry: (picks up Teddy and a small gift bag that was sitting on the pool table) I'll be back tomorrow Ramon, I have forgotten that I have a date with a blue light.

Ramon: A blue light?

Barry: A blue light Ramon, somewhere between Hollywood and Redondo beach...

Ramon: Allright then, I'll get some fliers stapled up around the street.

Barry: Thank you Ramon. And if Noah stops by, tell him please that I will need his assistance.

Ramon: I'll try to find the doctor too.

Barry: (as he closes the screeching door behind him) And your cousin Ramon, for the door...

Ramon: He's on his way this morning.


--SpiritontheWater

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Kai and John are sitting on the beach cross legged in the dawn sun rising behind them on the far side of the mountains. No shadows on the sand yet, just a gray twilight only brilliant enough to cast everything that is the beach into a blue air. The surf is flat, glass. Just the tiniest ripple at shore?s edge and in the silence, a rustling of ocean, sand, shell and rock rubbing one another smooth in a whisper.

Kai: Yeah, my crazy hippy trippy parents were real surfers from back in the day. My mom, she surfed pregnant with me up to six or seven months. She wanted to give birth in the ocean on her board like a dolphin, but my dad said, no - that was too far out even for him. and once I was born, dad had me on his board with him when I wasn't more than six months old, cradling me in his arms, riding little three footers, that's how good he was, kept his balance, took the wave and never dropped me. Until the day came when he dropped me on purpose.

John: Purpose.

Kai: Yeah, on purpose. I was only a year old maybe. C'mon Kai baby, he said, swim baby. No lessons, no instructions, not even a warning. He just dropped me into the water, just like that.

John: Just like that.

Kai: Yep. But I was fearless.... no fear whatsoever of this great big ocean.

Kai spreads her arms wide as if to embrace the entire Pacific into her own bosom.

Kai: As a matter of fact, I laughed and giggled the whole time. I thought it was a game.

John: A game.


--congadrumbum

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The HEAVY "Short change hero" (2009)
The Heavy, Short Change Hero

At the door of Bill Jacks house.

Alejandro: Mia madre! Quatro... four..... four years, I need to....(he pushes astonished Bill aside) por favore! (Alejandro walks straight to Zippy's cage where he looks in Zippy's eyes and freezes up).

Bill: Yeah, don't let me wring your neck, barge the fuck in! I am not the one to ask, that damn crap machine better start making sense or pay the mortgage..... drags here every fucking delinquent degenerate within hundred mile radius!

Vietnam Joe: Found him wanderin' near my plants, Bill!

Bill: (sniffing the air) Are you stoned out of your fucking mind, Joe?

Vietnam Joe: (happily chuckling) Best harvest, Bill, gold seal of approval. Wanna spliff?

Bill: I should confiscate what you got, right here and now!

Dismissing the threat with a nod, Vietnam Joe steps inside the house. Zippy's loud "squawk" turns their heads in the direction of Alejandro. His face is pale, he is leaning on the table for support.

Vietnam Joe: Hey, lookee there.... What do you think your parrot said to that man, Bill?

Bill: Nothing I want to know about.... must've been clearing his sinuses!

Vietnam Joe finds a half full bottle of beer on the coffee table and finishes it off. He makes himself comfortable on the couch and pats the place next to himself, inviting Bill to join him.

Vietnam Joe: You think, Bill, is that maybe, you know, possible for a man to unfuck what's been really fucked up?


--svengali2

#1421
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Regina Spektor - "Fidelity" [OFFICIAL video]

Just before dawn Mitch awakens and looks over at Cissy laying on the bed on the floor.

As quietly as he can he gets up and pulls on his shirt and shorts.

He walks out the club house door and down the steps to the car, his surfboard is sticking out of the rear window, he stops for a moment and puts his hand on the board, he caresses its rail for a second and then walks over and opens the car door and gets in. He sits and looks though the rear view mirror for a moment, the first few steps of the club house are reflected in it. He starts the car and pulls out of the driveway.

Cass wakes up in time to see Mitch closing the car door, she slides back down in the seat and watches as he drives away.

Cissy awakens and looks over to see that Mitch is gone, she stares at the ceiling. She reaches over for her cigarettes. She lights one up and lays back again to stare at the ceiling. She blows a cloud of smoke up into the air above her.

Cass starts the Porsche and begins to follow Mitch at a distance.

They drive through the empty streets of IB and down the highway toward the border. When they reach the coast line, both alternately watch the waves and each other; Mitch through his rear view mirror and Cass through the half open tailgate glass past his surfboard.

Butchie awakens and sees images of Kai on the ceiling, she is putting on a red hat to cover up a row of stitches across her half shaved head. John is staring at her with a smile on his face., he is pulling a wad of money out of his pocket and handing it to her.

Kai sits in the airline terminal, she is watching a young couple, both tanned from their island vacation, they are kissing each other and gently caressing.

A young Mexican woman watches as Doctor Smith locks his bicycle to the railing and then follows him as he walks out to the end of the pier.

Beneath the pier, several men sleep, several plates and bowls lay half buried in the sand around them.

Barry walks over to the jukebox and presses the buttons to play a song. Ramon turns the knob on the range top and ignites the burner's flame.

Freddy stands at the window looking out at the parking lot, behind him Palaka attempts to play the scale on the saxophone. Freddy cringes at the missed notes but does not turn .

Cass parks the Porsche next to Mitch's station wagon, he is already dropping his board in the surf ready to paddle out. He looks back and sees Cass standing in the parking lot watching. Cass tears up as the sun breaks the horizon.

Kai's plane takes off and rises into the sky.

Shaun awakens and smiles seeing the young girl beside him. He closes his eyes again, still smiling.


--SpiritontheWater

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Bill is talking on the phone while the deafening sounds of "I Love my Dog" blare from the old fashioned boom box on the coffee table. He is covering his ear with his free hand so that he can hear better.

Cat Stevens - I love my dog.
Bill: How's graduating first in your fuckin' class from the police academy made you a worldwide specialist on helicopters?... No, I'm not pulling my rank, Anderson, you're still wet behind the ears rookie, whether I'm retired or not! I'm a trained observer... in fact my prime directive was "observe and report" and if necessary fire a warning shot!...... I am telling you..... What? What? Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Hang on a minute, Anderson!

(Bill takes a few steps to the boom box stretching the phone cord, when he takes one more step, the phone falls from the table precariously hanging in the air suspended by the wires. Bill raises his voice) What I listen to in my free time is not of any fuckin' concern to anybody besides my-fuckin'-self and my bird, Anderson!....No, I didn't get a dog, would you listen to me, something's going on at the Elephant Cage, there's no time to waste going through the fuckin' chain of command, especially through that fat asshole, who's gonna lose his post in the next election the way he runs his sinking ship! The minimum the police could do.... Anderson!

(Bill slams the receiver on its cradle, walks to the boom box and turns the sound off.) That's all I'm gonna take of this bullshit, Zip! You have lost your single remaining marble! Who in their right mind would ever consider listening to a song about a dog written by a guy named Cat, for Christ sake!.....Yeah, right, and I would've converted into a goat worshiping pagan were I given such a name, may God forgive his egotistical bastard parents for that offense to human dignity.....

(As soon as Bill settles on the couch with a sigh, there's knock at the door. Bill opens it to Vietnam Joe and a man whose head is covered with a black bandanna, Alejandro)

Bill: Look, who the cat dragged in! And who are you?

Alejandro:
You have a talking bird?

Bill: I am at the end of my rope!


Thanks to congadrambum for the quote.


--svengali2

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Butchie shuts off the engine to the VW bus and checks the waves. The rising sun is flashing amber off every surface around him and glaring the windshield.

Linc and Tina sit staring out at the horizon as well, they are parked on a small sandy rise about half way between Butchie and Mitch.

Butchie takes a swig of beer and picks up a large manila envelope off the passenger seat, on the front is written "Shaunie" He reaches in the envelope and pulls out a stack of photographs.


Cat Stevens - If I Laugh
There are several pictures of a young Shaun taken on the same day, close ups from a day on the beach, his long blond hair matted from the water, in each photograph Shaun is making a different goofy face and silly pose. Butchie laughs and his eyes tear up as he looks at the pictures - Butchie standing on a stage with his tongue out holding a trophy in the air, next to him Linc Stark holding up a sponsor banner - He and Kai, Butchie thin and strung out looking, nine year old Shaun standing in front of Kia sticking his tongue out and flipping the bird at the camera. Butchie shakes his head and looks out to the surf again.

Tina is holding a folded piece of paper, on the front is the word Mom, she looks out at the sunrise and sees images of her walking away from the Yost house with Cissy standing in the doorway pushing a toddler Shaun behind her legs and angrily shouting insults at her younger self crying and walking away. Young Shaun is watching as she drives away.

Tina smiles as she sees Shaun at the contest smiling up at her in his wetsuit, waving to him when he stops and looks back while jogging down the sand to paddle out for his heat. Then as he rides the wave gracefully, cutting back effortlessly over and over again and then finally as he catches air on his best wave of the day. She lets out a tearful laugh. Linc looks over at her but does not speak.

Cass stands on the shore filming as Mitch walks up and down the board.

Mitch glides along a small wave, he sees before him the image of a young Butchie standing on the same longboard in front of him; little Butchie with his arms outstretched, knees bent in his small red board shorts, looking back up at Mitch, smiling and laughing, and the wave is forming endlessly inches away from the boy s small feet.

Cass zooms in as close as she can and laughs as she sees an image that looks as if Mitch is no longer on a board but is instead walking on the wave.

Mitch closes his eyes and rides the wave blind, he laughs as he steps, eyes closed, back and forth to the end of his board and back again. Cass pulls back to look not through the camera, but to see with her own eye.


--SpiritontheWater

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John stands over Shaun, watching him sleep in bed with the girl. On the night stand next to the bed is an unopened condom.

John: Don't you know a dog's gotta have mustard on it? You don't know hot dogs for shit! (picks up the condom and puts it in his pocket) Get down with the beast!

Cissy: (peeks around the corner in to Shaun's room and when she sees the girl in his bed she steps in an walks over to the bed, she looks at the two of them for a few seconds, she looks as if she is about to speak but appears to change her mind. Instead she picks up the girl's purse off the floor next to her shoes and carries it into the kitchen) Let's see who the fuck they sent in to wet his wick. (she find the girls wallet and pulls out an I.d. card) Christina Conner. (she thinks for a second) Conner? Oh shit, don't tell me this is Marilyn's fucking granddaughter, oh that wouldn't surprise me a bit! (she puts everything back in the girl's purse and quietly returns it to the place it was and then walks back out of the room and out of the house)

Cissy: Shit! Forgot to look for a condom wrapper, that boy better have used one, I stuck enough of them in that night stand drawer. After all the talks we've had about it; that little bitch better not have wrapped her bun around it with out one! (she hesitates for a moment but then walks back up the stairs and into the clubhouse, she walks over to the ashtray on the floor next to the bed and pulls out the roach from last night) Goddamn Mitch, hope you're ready to be great granddaddy on fucking direct Tv!, another life in your hands while you're off walking on fucking water! (she walks over to the window and lights it up blowing a large cloud of smoke out the window, she scoffs,) You're not sticking a god damned reality tv camera in his face, I don't care how much money you got!

--SpiritontheWater

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Jerri puts a glass with a whitish colored drink next to Dwayne's computer; she is holding another glass in her hand. Dwayne finishes it in one gulp, and Jerri, shaking her head, takes the empty glass and replaces it with the full one.

Dwayne:
The connection should work, not sure if the camera covers that area, if not.... I will have to find the roundabout, and I.... (typing feverishly, with one hand, he grabs the glass and takes a few sips.) I think.... I .....can! What is that? It's not my Simply Green.....

Jerri:
It's what you fucking deserve, Dwayne, rat poison! Finish it!

Dwayne is focused on the streaming images on the computer screen, without any argument he obeys and, without looking at her, gives Jerri the empty glass, returning to work on the computer.

Jerri: You couldn't find your own dick in the morning! Wheat grass, my ass! Thirty fucking bucks for that protein powder.... tastes like shit!

Young Man: So this guy gets preferential treatment, eh? On what grounds?

Jerri: On the grounds of him becoming a beach bum pretty soon. Oh, and you are welcome to file a complaint with the Health Department, maybe they can shut this fucking place down, I wouldn't give a shit!

--svengali2

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Barry: (standing at the juke box as a song ends) I've got an idea!

Ramon: (stops before opening the door to the kitchen lifting the large, heavy lidded serving tray he is pushing the door open with from his hips) Should I call my cousin?

Barry: Call your cousins Ramon! The Snug Harbor Lounge is having an event! We will not remain nothing but a Sad Cafe, Ramon! We will have our light!


--SpiritontheWater

#1422
Meyer steps out of his car and walks around to open the passenger door for Daphne, they both look off toward the coastline and see the faint brightening of the approaching dawn, Daphne gets out and smooths her dress, tugging it down at her waist.

Daphne: I'm telling you Meyer, I am stretching the limits of what I can endure, I should have known this was no surprise sunrise breakfast. Instead I don't hear from you forever and in my sleep you hush me like a little girl, and without a single word to acknowledge my worry, and I was worried non stop you know , do you know that?

Meyer: I called, and we spoke.

Daphne: You called but we did not speak, we never speak. I am trying to tell you this... and now I am here with you, without complaint I am here and where are we? A cemetery?!, miles from our lovely home! I was actually going to try the recipe your mother has been pushing on me, her latkes, your favorite she said, and fresh bagels from the deli, they are opening now. And seasoned lamb does not keep forever, perhaps if we had your mother's sub-zero.. It is seasoned Meyer, not marinated like your friends do. (Meyer closes the car door and turns to walk down the grassy slope) and in these shoes, did you consider these shoes? Meyer Dickstein you are a neglectful man. Concern yourself with me, would you if I were giving birth? (Meyer reaches the bottom of the slope and turns back toward her) Are you listening? (she steps over the curb and on to the grass) the ground is too soft for these shoes, Meyer. Is there an open grave waiting? Is that why you have brought me here? (she starts to tear up)

Meyer: You will be fine, I brought you here so you may be with me. Just be careful, it is a small slope, take your time. (He reaches out his hand to reassure her, she awkwardly takes the five or so long steps downward and falls in his arms feigning difficulty) There, you see? It is nothing for you. You are a strong woman, we should hike the Sierras at Tahoe this summer, you would enjoy that.

Daphne: You could have told me I'd need hiking boots, do you see what I am wearing? Do you notice anything but my breasts, Meyer?

Meyer: I do notice them my love. They are lovely. May we proceed?

Daphne: I did not ask you that. (Meyer walks away toward the tombstones, Daphne follows trying not to twist her ankles on the uneven grass)

As the two of them draw near, a large twisted pole is seen out of place amongst the white headstones, Meyer kneels down upon reaching it and begins pulling mud and grass away from the end of it. As it is revealed, he mutters acknowledgment to Daphne

Meyer:
Exactly as I knew it. I couldn't be sure at the rate it was traveling but it was so familiar, I thought it could be nothing else. The lighthouse from the Snug Harbor. It was thrown like a missile as I was coming down the hill from losing Barry to those men in black. It was the last thing I saw before the car was stopped in its tracks and then the heat. Invisible heat. I passed out. I couldn't breath.

Daphne:
Oh my God, you were here? (she looks around and then quickly turns around to look behind her, Meyer stands up beside her and they both look across the hillside as they begin to detect the debris line, even with the location of the twisted light pole they see several other scattered objects along the same elevation running the entire length of the hillside and off into the distance)

Meyer: I saw the whole town from here, everything swept away. In a moment I knew I'd lost you. (Meyer steps over to Daphne and wraps his arms around her)

Daphne: What are you talking about? What has happened?

Meyer: I don't know... but I was sure nobody could have survived.

Daphne: Oh my poor man, (she wraps her arms around his neck and caresses his head) Let's go home now, a graveyard is no place for us. Just look at you, I will roast the lamb tonight.

Meyer pulls away from the curb, Daphne has taken off her shoes and is rubbing her feet.

Meyer: We'll stop by the deli for some lox.

Daphne:
You've finished your mother's mustard dill sauce.

Meyer: Let's not mention that to Moshe, I will be satisfied with his kosher.

Daphne:
I can't wait to tell your mother!

--SpiritontheWater


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In the emergency room of a hospital Kai is being propped up on a bed with the help of a heavyset nurse.

Nurse:
The doctor will be back shortly to sign your discharge papers, if you're so dead set on leaving, honey. Are you sure you're not feeling dizzy?

Kai: (she is disoriented and is fighting it) Shit, no, I'm not staying here! (She touches her bandaged head, where it is freshly shaved) Where's that jerk that knocked me out? Who the fuck shaved my head? Jesus, I must look like a freak!

Nurse:
Well, you were brought in unconscious, the doctor had to put in seventeen stitches, staples actually, to close the wound.

Kai: (she suddenly laughs, and the surprised nurse looks at her with suspicion) I got implants! (She lays her head down and closes her eyes. When the nurse leaves the room, and Kai comes to, John is standing next to the bed).

Kai: John, why are you here?.....I think I saw Butchie dead in the water, and he is not answering his cell!

John: 15 years.... a nice round number. You surfed with Shaunie every day he wanted to. You kept Butchie's boards... every day.

Kai: Yeah.... I'm his fuck buddy, John, heard of a pay off? You know, my Mom split when I was three....So..... to sum it up, I look like a fuckin' skinhead, my contract has a two year non-compete clause, I got no money for the plane ticket..... you got a hat, John? (she giggles at the sight of a gigantic red hat that John produces from his pocket, then she carefully puts it on her head so as not to disturb the dressing. John is watching her with the quizzical smile)

Kai: Let's go, John. I'll fly in the cargo hold with you. (when she turns around her hospital gown opens.) Shit, you got a pair of shorts and a tee?

Dar Williams- Mercy of the Fallen


--svengali2
#1423
William Shatner "Rocket Man"
"Meet the Jetsons"


She packed my bags last night pre-flight
(Cissy exhales a plume of smoke and gazes out the window towards the Elephant cage and the flying object hovering above)

Zero hour nine a.m.And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then
(Slow motion of Shaun as he leaves the half pipe below rising to the peak of his jump. His motion is effortless and natural)

I miss the earth so much I miss my wife
(Mitch turns away from the window and begins straightening things on the shelf)

It's lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight
(Mitch picks up the rolling papers and places them back in their place)

And I think it's gonna be a long long time
(Butchie sits on his couch - lost and restless as though not sure what to do with his time)

Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
(He begins to straighten things on the coffee table)

Oh no no no I'm a rocket man
(Back at Cissy's, Mitch begins to levitate)

Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone (An expression of acceptance (of his fate) come over Mitch's face)

And I think it's gonna be a long long time (Flashback in time to a scene of Mitch surfing as a teenager)

Till touch down brings me round again to find (The young Cissy is sitting on the sand talking to a group of friends)

I'm not the man they think I am at home
(The young Mitch looks up to see if she is watching just before disappearing into a tunnel of water)

Oh no no no I'm a rocket man
(Inside the wave, Mitch is mesmerized)

Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone
(As he appears from the rolling water, Cissy is watching intently forgetting about the joint she is holding until it burns her fingers and she drops it)

Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids
(Now we see Butchie as a young boy 8 or 9 years old - trying to surf and getting pounded by a wave)

In fact it's cold as hell
(Cissy, looking kind of strung out, shakers her head in disapointment and turns away)

And there's no one there to raise them if you did (Now a scene of Tina leaving the baby on the doorstep and turning away from the door)

And all this science I don't understand
(Now, Butchie as young adult is shooting up - apparently for the first time)

It's just my job five days a week
(He is already a star as evidenced by the posters on the wall behind him)

A rocket man, a rocket man
(Butchie passes out on the floor and camera pans above him - looking down)

And I think it's gonna be a long long time
(Now back in present time - Mitch's feet lowering back to the ground)

Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
(He walks to the window where Cissy is still gazing and looks along side her at the "Elephant Cage")

Oh no no no I'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone
(Now the scene cuts back to Shaun on the half pipe - still effortlessly sailing into the air and gentley touching down.

And I think it's gonna be a long long time ...
(Then rising again, Shaun's motion is as fluid as the waves rolling in the distance. Back and forth, back and forth - he continues. He is lost in the fluidity and repetition of his motions. He is at peace...)


--Waxon

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Bill Jacks is looking at the chess board in deep concentration; Zippy is pacing back and forth on his perch.

Bill: The time delay was Bobby Fisher idea, pal, I'm sure, and you and your "poodle cut" friend got nothing on Bobby, of course he was as mad as anyone in the nuthouse.... dragging his sorry old ass all over to freeze it nowhere else but in Iceland....

Holding his hand above a figure on the board, Bill hesitates. Zippy, with a loud squeaks jumps, does a somersault and holding the perch in his claws hangs from it with his head down.

Bill: Quit your cheap tricks, I haven't touched it, I said "I adjust"..... Now, how come you got free reign, with me being a hapless pawn? No, it's not the endgame, pal, I got somethin' up my sleeve. (muttering to himself) You getting your shitbrain augmented from who the fuck knows where, I may not stand a chance.....

Bill gets up and walking around the room goes to the TV with the sound turned off. For a moment he watches the screen with open disgust, shakes his head and returns to the table.

Bill: We're goin' to hell in a hand basket....or ridin' to heaven in a convertible, and you know, Zip, what my un-fucking-informed opinion is on that subject!


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Jerri: (sets a large steaming cup down on the counter and walks away from it, as she passes a young man sitting at a table she motions toward it with her thumb) It's on the counter. (the man looks at her and then back toward his drink)

Young Man: Would have been too much to ask for you to bring it with you?

Jerri: (freezes in her tracks before reaching the computer tables where Dwayne has come in and gone straight to work at. She turns back to the man) Did you pay for shipping? (she shakes her head and turns back toward Dwayne) No, you did not. ( to Dwayne) And where the fuck have you been? And don't give me any big and huge shit.

Dwayne:
(stifles his comment) Well, I have just come from the pier, where I have verified, on film, the phenomenon that I think will explain what has been going on around here lately.

Jerri: What's been going on around here? Like where you have been for the last several days being the full meaning of the question I am still waiting to get fucking answered? (the man who is now at the counter holding his drink looks around the counter for something, he mutters incomprehensibly, Jerry sees him.) Maybe if you'd turn your head a little further and look around the room a bit, expanding your horizons, you might find what you're looking for on the wall with the sign on it explaining everything you need to know! (the man turns around and sees the shelf with the stir sticks and napkins and creamers)

Dwayne: I will explain that too, just as soon as I bring up the rest of the cameras we are connected to... they should show the exact time and space... and what is now gone as a result... (Dwayne works intensely at the keyboard bringing up window after window to the screen)

Jerri: Jesus Christ Dwayne, how about this pair of tits, are they still here or have they just disappeared in to the fucking void you call a mind? Not big and huge enough for you? (Dwayne does not hear or respond to the comment, Jerri walks away angry, she goes over to the condiments counter and starts reorganizing the items) (to the man at the table) Don't get up and leave without leaving a tip if I've got to clean up after you everywhere you go in here. I don't forget a face.


--SpiritontheWater
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Noah and Moana walk in to town and as they approach it's edge they see a small figure sitting on the curb, as they get closer they see it is Adam and he is eating.

Noah: (startling Adam) Well, it looks like you're managin' to git ta belly full as usual.

Adam: (half choking, stops from eating, his fingers dripping with enchilada sauce, smiles up at the two) Hey Noah! Yeah some dude walked up and handed it to me, said it came from the Snug Harbor and Ramon. It's good! Want some? (he lifts the plate up but Noah waves it away, Moana however grabs one of the tacos)

Noah:
(giving Moana a look) Naw boy, you eat dat food the good Lord has delivered to you, (looking at Moana again for emphasis) You little body needs da nutrition. (Moana hesitates only briefly before stuffing the Taco in his mouth)

Moana: What? I don't get hungry too?

Adam continues to eat and clean the plate, Noah stoops down and picks up the bowl sitting beside him.

Noah: We better take dis plates back to Mr. Ramon den, he probably be wanting dem back.


--SpiritontheWater


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Mr. White stands listening on the phone in the hall outside his office, he is looking at the paintings, he hangs up the phone and dials another number.

Mr. White: The boy was seen in town... no he has obviously not run... there should be no excuse for you now. He was without protection... Watch the Yost house and the Motel... I want him brought to me!

He puts the phone in his jacket pocket and leans down to look more closely at the painting before him, in the midst of the crowd of the damned he sees the image of a group of small boys being dragged away struggling against long beaked creatures, naked but for their black wings. He laughs to himself.

Mr. White: There you are my boy. You are coming with me one way or another, and you can bet your friend Shaun Yost will be accompanying you this time...


--SpiritontheWater


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The car Salesman looks in his rear view mirror and sees the flashing blue and red lights, he laughs and pulls over. Anderson gets out of the police vehicle and walks up to the El Camino.

Anderson: (warily looking down into the face of the Car Salesman, before he can say anything he is interrupted)

Car Salesman: you know the first time I seen the red and blue light on that frequency was when they pulled me over at Roswell, course they were flying a saucer then, damn near out run 'em too if it weren't for the sand, they got you when you're stuck on terra not so firma.

Anderson:
Sir!

Car Salesman:
But this isn't new Mexico is it? And you haven't been let in on the secret. I guess it's only fair to tell you that I pulled you over because you're driving under the influence of thinking you got the right to use that gun and a cage on a person who's hurtin' nothing and nobody. On top of that your lights are too bright and likely to scare the berjeebers out of a fella and 'cause him to lose control and run in to something! When law isn't bringing about a damn lick of order but a court order transfer of dollars from my account to theirs it's time to take that uniform off and come throw some burgers on the grill with the rest of us. Before it's too late is what I am meaning. (Anderson just stares at him and is interrupted again as he is about to speak) I'll let you off with a warning this time but it might be the last one you get so don't push your luck. (he puts the El Camino in gear and peels out, officer Anderson stands dumbfounded watching as the car speeds down the road in a white cloud)

John: (sitting in back seat of the police cruiser when Anderson gets in to radio the dispatcher) The El Camino is reverse engineered.


--SpiritontheWater

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The Eagles - Those Shoes

Cissy opens the door to Shaun's room, she runs her fingers through her hair before stepping in, the music is blaring through speakers set up in windows directed outside. She cautiously looks around the room, seeing only a couple of kids sitting on his bed making out, and another pair doing the same over in the corner, she enters the room and sniffs the air

Cissy: (she walks over to Shaun's night stand and looks in an ashtray) Did you smoke it all already? (the couple on the bed look at her) Party over? (the boy and girl both motion toward the backyard. She takes a step and trips over a pair of red high heeled shoes with ankle straps) What the fuck is this! ( She examines the shoes she has tripped over) Oh gimme a break, little sluts. (the girls both look at her) Oh just deny it, go back to your sucking on him...

Cissy walks out the back door and is prevented from proceeding further by a crowd of kids pressing up against each other. A haze of smoke hangs in the air and suddenly a wave of a cheer raises above the pulsing music. She sees Shaun rising up above the crowd as he floats in the air above the half pipe.

Cissy: That's just fucking perfect, everybody here for the show. Let's get high and watch the miracle boy break his neck again. (She watches as a large cloud of smoke rises in front of her and obscures her view of Shaun as he sails into the air again, the boy, exhaling, turns around and hands her a very large joint, he is about six feet tall, tan and well built, wearing only a pair of colorful trunks and thong sandals, he has blue eyes and a bushy head full of white blond hair)

Boy: Here ya go lady. Take a hit off this!

Cissy: (looking him up and down) Jesus Christ! (She hands him the mustard bottle she has been holding) I'll trade ya! (She looks at the joint and eyes wide at it's size, turns and steps back into Shaun's room, she hesitates briefly before exiting and sees Shaun again through the high window as he appears again above the crowd, arching in mid air grabbing his board and stretching a leg out. She shakes her head and laughs) Checkered Vans, got 'em drooling. Ten thousand in the bank.


--SpiritontheWater

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Cissy walks into the kitchen and opens the refrigerator, she pulls out a couple of beers, then she picks up a blue bag of Doritos sitting next to a large bowl half full of chips on the table set out for the party.

Cissy: I'm gonna have to go to the store in the morning after these monkeys get the munchies. (she walks out and back up the steps of the club house, Mitch is standing at the window again, she puts the beer and chips down and holds out the joint) Look the fuck at this!

Mitch: (hesitates before turning to acknowledge her, then steps closer to see what it is) Jesus Cissy, is that a joint? Looks like a cigar. You aren't smoking that in here.

Cissy: Yes Mitch, it's a joint the size of a cigar, that's how they smoke 'em nowadays, laws or no laws, guess they figure they might as well go big or go to bed, or whatever the fuck it is they say.

Mitch:
(takes the blunt form Cissy and examines it) Well that's pot alright but the dumb ass kids have it wrapped in tobacco, that's stupid.

Cissy: Sound like a good idea to me.

Mitch: It would.

Cissy: Well, break out some papers then and we can re- roll it, I'm sure you got some papers stashed around here somewhere, we can probably get four or five joints outta it.

Mitch: We?

Cissy: Come on Mitch, they're prescribing it for all sorts of things now, can't ask for a better all natural remedy, hell, it might just help you keep your feet on the ground!

Mitch: (gives her a look, then walks over and reaches up on a high shelf next to a drooping vine. He tosses a pack of zigzags to Cissy) You were always better at it.

Cissy: Ha, I knew it! (she wipes a thick coat of dusty grime from the orange package) Shit.

Mitch: But we're blowing it out the window! (he looks back at the window, and walks over to it again) There's a helicopter hovering over the site, been there for the last half hour.

Cissy: Well if the feds spot us and turn to fly toward us we'll have plenty of time to flush the evidence and warn the kids, Jesus Mitch, you haven't even smoked yet and you're already paranoid! (after deftly breaking up the blunt and rolling a portion of it in a small joint, she pulls her lighter out of her jeans and lights it up walking over to the window she takes a drag and hands it to Mitch, after a second she blows a large cloud of smoke out the window and watches it rise. She spots the helicopter hovering over the elephant cage site and sees its lights flickering) Wow, this is some killer shit! What the fuck are those assholes doing, are you sure that's a helicopter?


--SpiritontheWater


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Cat Stevens - Sad Lisa Lyrics

Linc sits in his vehicle watching, he stares at the flashing street light and then continues watching Tina, he checks his side view mirror. Tina stops under a street light on the corner of the highway leading out of town, a neon sign in the window of the laundromat illuminates her in flashes of red, it reads "always open" but the laundromat is closed. Linc rolls his window down a bit.

Adam watches out of sight, tucked in an alcove between two buildings, he looks back and forth between Tina and Linc. Niether of them has noticed him

Tina: (looks back and forth down the highway in each direction, a car coming into town slows down suddenly as it reaches the corner where she is standing, she watches it for a moment and then looks away, the car speeds up again and continues on) Gimme a break.

Linc: Jesus Christ.

Tina looks back toward Linc and smiles weakly though she is too far away for him to really see it. He watches her as she stands on the edge of the curb and then turning to walk back up to the store front pausing to look in the windows. She turns again and walks to the curb, she stands again looking up the diminishing highway.

Headlights catch his attention in the mirror and he watches to see an approaching limousine. He tries to see inside when it passes but the windows are dark.

Linc: (sits up in his seat) Here we go, heads up honey.

Tina notices it too and paces impatiently as the limousine glides up slowly and stops at the curb. A rear side window rolls down and a bald man's face is seen.

Tina: (pulls an envelope out from her leather jacket and hands it to the man, as she does so another window rolls down and a woman with long blond hair looks out at her and smiles, Tina shakes her head) Oh yeah, fucking Christ, you're just made for each other, honey, it makes me sad that you are too stupid to run. (Tina turns her attention back to the man who is looking in the envelope) You ever come near me your pathetic life is on the DA's desk. (Tina turns and walks away as the dark glass closes and the limousine pulls away. She walks quickly back across the road to where Linc is waiting.

The man in the limousine looks out the back window and sees her get in. He also sees Adam duck around a corner and disappear.

Linc: (rolls his window back up) Everything Ok?

Tina: We'll see. (she looks at him and reaches over and takes his hand) Thank you.

Linc: Anything you need is yours.

Adam: (stops and leans his head back against the wall, he is breathing heavy and was obviously scared, he wipes tears from his eyes, he flashes back on the image of a girl with long straight black hair, she sits on a bed crying in a room down a long dimly lit corridor, a small boy stands at her door helplessly watching her, then another image of the boy being led back down the same corridor and pushed into another room; the door being locked behind him) I know it ain't right to kill Lord, but I can't let this go on anymore...

--SpiritontheWater


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Freddy, carrying a couple of shopping bags walks to the door of his and Palaka room and hearing slow, stuttering notes of the saxophone angrily hits the door with his foot.

Freddy: What the fuck you think you're doing, moron?

Inside, caught in the act, Palaka quickly tries to take the mouthpiece out of the instrument.

Freddy walks in and carefully puts the bags on the floor. He comes close to Palaka and rises his fist, Palaka, cowering in fear shields himself from Freddy with the saxophone.

Palaka:
Ahmm, boss, just a lesson, admiring your ahhm art, like a friend, you know, with respect and such....

Freddy:
(stops his fist in inch from Palaka's body) You fucking lowlife, want me to play the instrument with all your spit inside squirming with the fucking germs? (he grabs the sax from Palaka, and takes the mouthpiece off.)

Appeared in the room John looks attentively from Freddy to Palaka, tilting his head to the side.

Freddy: (notices John, to Palaka) Lock the fucking door, you idiot! (to John) Speak of the devil!

Palaka: Ahmm, boss, he walked THROUGH the door....

John: A music lesson.

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Meyer Dickstein stands at the end of the pier looking out on the moonlit water. He looks back and forth between the moon and the sea.

Meyer: Law and order? I cannot say that I see it. I have honestly tried my best to do due diligence but I must say without reservation (he stops for a moment and shakes his head to compose himself) there is no order.

Car salesman: (startling Meyer, he stands leaning over the rail with a fishing pole in his hand about ten feet away from where Meyer is standing) Aw hell man, yer lettin' the men in black flash the damn bullshit thing in your eyes! Take another look at what you're looking at pal. (the car salesman waves his hand about and Meyers head follows it up and down like it is attached somehow) Yeah, that's right, down in the water or up in the air, whatever, it's all the same, order 'n anarchy side by side, you ain't gonna divide 'em!. So now you take those shiney shoes of yours and get back in your "car" and get outta the dark and go see that little woman of yours... Jesus Christ, if there's any body who's outta place on this pier it's you! (speechless, Meyer turns to leave, he stops for a second and turns back toward the car salesman)

Meyer: Thank you. I think I know what you mean.

Meyer walks back down the pier toward his car, as he exits the pier and steps onto the concrete he trips and stumbles forward

Meyer: ( looking back at the divide he stumbled over) I cannot tell if this is a lie... or the real world. Did I or did I not see the end of all of this? (Before getting in his car he bends down and examines the front fender, the paint is charred and almost totally black, he points to the fender as if presenting evidence) There again is further evidence for what I am saying (he takes a few steps back and opens the car door, he gets in behind the wheel) It was just after I left Barry, I thought I heard , but then I saw... (he closes the door and starts the car) There is just no way of explaining (pulling away from the curb he continues muttering to himself)

As he reaches the first stop light Meyer notices the car that pulls up beside him, he rolls down his side window and is assaulted with the sound of the revving motor. The occupant rolls down his window and smiles at Meyer, it is the car salesman in the El Camino.

Car Salesman:
First one to the finish line build's a fire we all can warm our wet shorts and sandy feet by! Give it your best and John will ride shotgun if yer lucky! (as the the light turns green the El Camino peels out and leaves Meyer in a cloud of smoke. Meyer stalls at the stop light and sits watching as the El Camino races at full speed down the road ahead of him)

Car Salesman: (Reaches down and pushes a button on the radio, he shifts, less than flawlessly, and after a few near stalls himself, gets scratch in every gear and sails down the highway right through the center of town) Said it all so clean...
Eagles-James Dean

Montage of everybody.



--SpiritontheWater


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Beneath the pier several men sit and watch the moonlit waves swell and crash against the pilings. The sound echoes against the underside of the wooden cathedral above their heads. One man with a Rembrandt style moustache looks to the side as two figures approach.

Man with Moustache: Who goes there?

Sheri: Just a couple folks from Cincinnati! Bringing you a plate of food from the Snug Harbor.

Man With Moustache: (sits up and looks at the two people walking across the sand toward him, he struggles to get himself up and does so just enough to take the plates being offered. He hands the first plate to a friend standing nearby and then takes the second plate for himself, as he draws the bowl away from the plate to see what is beneath it a cloud of steam rises away. He watches it rise and disappear, then replaces the bowl over the food) A bounty! Thank you!

Skippy: It is our pleasure but not our handiwork I must say! It is Ramon who you would honestly give thanks to. These delectables emanate from his hand alone I must tell you!

The two men take the plates and remove the bowls covering them, They both sit next to each other and eagerly devour the tacos and enchiladas. Neither bother to concern themselves as to fork , knife or fingers.


--SpiritontheWater
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