Beetlejuice Page #2
- PG
- Year:
- 1988
- 92 min
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BARBARA opens the door. Outside on the porch stands JANE
BUTTERFIELD. JANE is a tall nervous woman, who looks as if she's
divorced three husbands and buried another for good measure.
She's ruthless but in her own weird way, quite pleasant.
BARBARA:
Hello, Jane.
JANE:
How are you, Barbara? How's
the flag cake coming? You
remembered the sugar this
year, didn't you?
BARBARA:
Nobody ever forgets these
simple mistakes.
JANE:
I'm selling lottery tickets.
Worthy cause. We're sending
the high school honor students
to New York for a few days.
Give them a taste of real
city life. How many do you
want? Ten, twenty?
BARBARA:
What's the prize?
JANE:
Your flag cake. That's why
I wanted to make sure you
got it right.
BARBARA:
Adam and I will take just two
tickets. It wouldn't look good
if we won our own cake.
JANE:
There's something else I want
to talk to you about.
(Beat) How would you like
to be rich beyond your wildest
dreams?
BARBARA:
Jane, Adam and I are --
JANE:
Don't tell me that you're
already rich in the things that
matter, because, believe me,
the things that matter are not
the things that really matter.
BARBARA:
Last week we could get four
hundreds thousand for the house.
How much do you think we could
get for it this week?
JANE:
Five. No question. This house is a
Property of Quality and Distinction.
EXT:
ORCHARD -- DAYSmall pear and apple trees. The pears are bearing now, the apple
trees not yet. This is an idyllic setting -- but is is also
functional and modest.
Birds are singing in the trees.
ADAM is standing in the middle of the orchard, filling up his
basket with pears.
From the edge of the forest, a young deer peers out at ADAM, and
after a moment's hesitation, creeps out and into the orchard.
ADAM reaches forward with a pear, and the deer takes it out of
his hand.
At this moment, a lovable COLLIE runs up to ADAM, but stops short
when he catches sight of the deer. The COLLIE looks up at the
deer, and the deer looks down at the COLLIE.
The deer slowly turns off, back towards the forest.
ADAM:
with the guns.
With the deer gone off, the COLLIE throws himself at ADAM's feet,
and rolls over on his back. Kicking off one of his Hush Puppies,
ADAM rubs the dog's belly with his stockinged foot.
JIMMY, the town paperboy, rides up on his bike, ducking under the
branches of the orchard trees.
JIMMY:
Don't worry, Mr. Maitland.
Rocket won't bite.
ADAM:
Catch, Jimmy.
He throws him a pear. JIMMY deftly snags it with one hand. In
return, JIMMY throws ADAM his paper.
ADAM:
Go in the kitchen, Jimmy.
Your money's on the
counter. And don't
touch the icing on
Barbara's cake or she'll
skin you alive.
JIMMY drops his bicycle and goes in the back door of the house.
INT:
KITCHEN -- DAYThe paper money is laid out on the counter, as promised, but so
is a plate of cookies and a tall glass of milk. JIMMY stuffs one
of the cookies in his mouth immediately, and then goes to study
the flag cake. He begins counting the stars.
JIMMY:
Hawaii. Alaska. New Mexico.
Arizona. Wyoming. Oklahoma.
He stops for a moment, hearing the voices of JANE and BARBARA
through the dining room door.
INT:
LIVING ROOM -- DAYJANE is at the top of her pitch.
JANE:
I'll put it in the Sunday
Times Magazine. Sell the
next day. Some lawyer from
New York will snap it up in
two minutes. You and Adam
will be able to retire. It
will be like a permanent
vacation.
BARBARA:
The only reason we like va-
cations is that we get to stay
here in the house.
JIMMY walks in the door from the kitchen. He's carrying the
cookies and the milk.
JIMMY:
Thank you for the cookies,
Mrs. Maitland. I counted
your stars and they're all
there. My mom bought ten
raffle tickets.
BARBARA:
You're welcome, Jimmy. You
know Mrs. Butterfield, don't
you?
JANE, prompted by the appearance of the paperboy, delivers a
final salvo.
JANE:
This house is so big. It
people who have children.
BARBARA gives her a sudden wounded look. Jane is immediately
remorseful.
JANE (cont)
I didn't mean that.
ADAM walks in from the kitchen with ROCKET.
ADAM:
Give up, Jane. Barbara and
I are going to stay in this
house forever.
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