All About Steve Page #10
- #So hard for dreamers #
#Like you and me #
[Woman On Radio] Rescuers are desperate
for the crane to reach them within the hour.
[Man On TV] Helicopters are out of the question
because of all the power lines.
Hope is fading fast.
[Woman On Monitor] The earth tremors
are getting stronger. They have to get out soon.
#Is everywhere ##
The other side. Oh!
Ouch too.
[Coughing]
[Grunts]
I can't do this. I can't get us out of here.
Guess what.
Mary Horowitz doesn't have the answers.
[Laughs]
Or a job.
[Laughs]
And-And my job mattered!
I was the Sacramento Herald's
crossword constructor...
and I threw it all away- for what?
[Sighs]
"Mary, Steve wants you to come be with us.
He needs you."
Really? Methinks the media lies.
- [Crane Creaking]
- A little.
Words, people. Words.
There are meaningful words,
there are pointless words...
and then there are words that hurt.
"Mary, why can't you be like every other girl?"
"Mary, where do you get
all that useless information?"
"Mary, why do you talk like that?"
"Mary, Mary!" You know, it's just-just-
Oh, oh! Oh! Oh!
And the pice de rsistance, yes.
"Mary, why do you wear
those stupid red boots all the time?"
You wanna know why? Huh?
Do you wanna know why? Okay, I will tell you why.
I wear them because they make my toes feel...
like 10 friends on a camping trip.
[Crying]
That's why I wear them.
We're finished.
[Sniffles]
We're gonna perish.
I just wanna go home.
Sorry.
[Sniffles]
"I don't know what you're saying,
but you talk too much. "
[Laughs]
I know.
I know.
[Sighs]
[Reporters Chattering]
Ma'am, I'm sorry.
You're gonna have to step back.
- [Howard] Hughes!
- Not now.
You wrote the note telling Mary to come here.
You brought her here. And if she dies-
This is just a fence.
Being on that side of it
doesn't make you any better.
You did that.
...cheated on her taxes-
...and the red boots-
[Female Reporter]
Does she think herself some kind of superhero?
Mary-
she did this.
He was my ticket to normal.
Yeah.
"Why would you want to be normal?"
I don't. I don't.
These will keep you warm.
Yeah.
"Maybe someone will figure out how to save us."
Maybe. Maybe.
Say that again.
"Maybe someone"-
"Maybe." "Maybe."
Little deaf girl,
it's time for us to go home.
Why aren't they doing anything?
[Out Of Breath]
How much- How much do you weigh?
Fifty pounds, give or take? Okay.
[Grunts]
See.
Okay, just get it right down here.
Just get all over the joints.
When I got kicked out of Girl Scouts...
and all the other girls were
learning how to sell cookies...
I was at home- ow- reading physics books.
Voil.
Hartman.
What are you doing? I told you two minutes.
It's my fault Mary's in the hole.
But like Patton said...
"A bad plan violently executed today...
is better than a great plan tomorrow."
So, I'm gonna pull the lever,
push the cart...
and up we go, okay?
I'm coming, Mary Horowitz! I'm coming!
I'm coming to save you!
[Screams]
- [Screaming Continues]
- What the-
One, two-
[Screaming]
[Splutters]
Oh! Okay! Pretty good drop.
You guys doing all right?
Mm-hmm. But we were just on-on, you know-
[Yelps]
Something just touched me! Something bit me!
Something- Help!
[Grunting]
There's something in that water.
Something ni-nibbled at my leg.
Hartman Hughes just jumped-
I repeat, jumped into the mine.
[Male Reporter] Grabbing on to a hose
that was attached to nothing...
he literally dove right into the mine.
All eyes now not only on Mary Horowitz...
but also CCN reporter Hartman Hughes.
Why the hell didn't I think of that?
Did you check the perimeter for spiders?
Uh, yes. Yes, I did.
It's really... scary down here.
You know, if my old man could see me now.
I'm sorry.
I mean, I got you into this.
I'm sorry.
Thanks.
Um, how much do you weigh?
And as this pulls back and pulls us upwards...
I'll be cradling her here,
and I'll be cradling you here.
Maybe you-you would like
to be holding us like this when we go up.
No, no. It's your plan,
and I don't wanna take the credit.
- I'd like to take the credit.
- Okay. All right.
- [Men Shouting]
- I don't know.
He said something about Patton and a bad plan.
- Did you see the cable just move?
- [Man On P.A.] Please do notjump into the mine!
Get the camera right now.
We- Steve!
[Man Shouts]
You! Sir!
That cable's moving. Looks like they're coming up.
Is there anything I can do to help out?
- We're doing everything we can.
- I know, but can it take all that weight?
- [Hartman] Foot in the stirrup?
- [Mary] Yes.
- Okay.
- All set.
- All right.
- Okay.
[Taking Deep Breaths]
- You ready?
- Are you ready?
- Yeah. I just hope this works.
- Yeah, you and me.
- Hold on.
- What's up?
Oh. Thank you. Appreciate that.
Thank you. I'm camera-ready.
Okay. All right.
- [Exhales]
- Okay.
Three, two, one.
- [Loud Clattering]
- [Screams]
[Mary Narrating]
Iflife is like a crossword puzzle...
then its worth, its greatness,
should bejudged in the same way.
[Cable Creaking]
Is it solvable?
[Male Reporter]
The crane is beginning to tilt over.
I think they're coming up!
It's hard to tell what's going on.
[Continues Narrating]
Is it entertaining?
[Cable Creaking]
Does it sparkle?
- [All Cheering]
- [Female Reporter] There they are!
They're safe!
The crowd is going crazy! This is incredible!
- Oh, my God! Mary!
- Oh, my God!
- [Shrieks, Laughing]
- [Father] It's her!
- Whoo!
- [Horn Blows]
[Shrieks]
- [Crowd Cheering]
- [Reporters Chattering]
- [Cheering] They're safe!
- Ah!
- [Man] #No love, pride, deep-fried chicken #
- [Shouting, Cheering]
# Your best friend always stickin'up for you #
- #Even when I know you're wrong #
- Look at him!
Come on, pull! Let's go!
##[Continues, Indistinct]
Hartman Hughes!
[Male Reporter]
There's Hartman Hughes.
[Female Reporter]
Hartman, Mary Horowitz and the deaf child.
[Male Reporter]
Everything feels so wonderful.
Looks like we're gonna have to
give her her job back.
Our own Hartman Hughes
becoming the hero of this story...
risking his own life
to save the life of Mary Horowitz...
and an unidentified little girl.
Truly, folks, this is unbelievable.
I'm gonna have to make that idiot anchor.
There you go. You okay?
[Female Reporter]
Mary, what are you wearing?
- Um, I'm-I'm gonna go.
- Okay.
- Thanks, Mary.
- You're welcome.
- Hey.
- Yeah?
- Have a nice life.
- Okay.
[Male Reporter] How did you know
there was another child trapped?
[Female Reporter]
Mary, what happened to your boots?
[Male Reporter]
Are you a true blonde?
- Mary. Are you okay?
- Yes. Yes, I am.
Uh, a few lacerations...
but I was able to tourniquet them off
with this bandanna I found.
I never should've said anything to you
that, uh, I didn't mean.
Uh, I'm sorry.
Um-
- Oh.
- Here.
Thank you for the loan.
You're welcome.
I have to go.
[Crowd Cheering]
- Okay.
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