Beetlejuice Page #26
- PG
- Year:
- 1988
- 92 min
- 10,391 Views
I told you. I wouldn't
miss it.
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ADAM's orchard is now covered with a wooden platform, on which
half a dozen groaning tables have been laid out.
The DEETZ's party is comprised of three distinct groups: the
literary world (CHARLES), the art world (DELIA), and the DEATH
ROCKERS (LYDIA). These three groups mix rather better than one
would imagine. Certainly they're jostling one another to get at
the food.
CHARLES sits morosely alone near the corner of the tent, with a
pitcher of Long Island Iced Tea between his legs. A couple of
book types stand near him, exchanging glances over his head. As
CHARLES talks in his drunkeness, he stares up at the lighted
window of his study.
CHARLES:
If I put it in a book
nobody'd believe it.
warning, he's in there
for seven hours, hasn't
even come out to take
a piss, God knows what
he's looking for, God
knows what he's gonna
find.
BOOKY #1
jail unless they're able
to prove fraud.
CHARLES half-laughs, half-moans, and sinks back in his chair.
BEETLE JUICE / IRS suddenly appears in the lighted window, and
waves to CHARLES.
INT:
THE BARN AND SCULPTURE GALLERY -- NIGHTDELIA's sculptures, entirely too many of them, have been arranged
for maximum effect.
Two CRITICS stand in front of one of the more characteristic of
DELIA's pieces. They seem to be examining it intently. They
walk around it together. They come back to their original place.
CRITIC #1
Truly magnificent.
CRITIC #2
I know. I have never seen
such a pair of tits on a
sixteen-year-old.
Directly in their sight-line is LYDIA's friend TRIXIE.
TRIXIE gives a disgusted look to the CRITICS, knowing what
they're critiquing. She slouches towards LYDIA.
LYDIA is holding forth to a group of her friends.
LYDIA:
He is totally amazing. All
the time I was down at the
train station waiting for him,
he was out here with Delia's
they were realer than real
life.
DEATH ROCKER #1, who was probably LYDIA's boyfriend before she
came across DANNY DEATH, just looks disgusted.
DEATH ROCKER #1
(Sarcastic) God, he's smart.
They look like total pre-
tentious crap to me.
LYDIA:
Danny Death says that Delia
is working from a base of
total alienation.
TRIXIE:
So where is he now?
LYDIA:
Well, he's got this whole inner
life, and it's the true
reality, and sometimes it's
too much for him to deal
with. So he went to lie
down for a minute.
INT:
OTHO'S ROOM -- NIGHTIt's the room where all the guests have thrown their coats, which
are now heaped in a very substantial pile on OTHO's bed.
OTHO comes into the darkened room, and flicks on the light. He's
half-seas over already, and is brushing crumbs from his vest.
OTHO:
Oh God, I know it's at
the very bottom of the
pile.
Without regard for any of the other guests, he starts shoving the
other coats on the floor. After a few moments, he own coat is
revealed in all its peculiar splendor.
OTHO tries to lift his coat, but it won't come up from the bed.
OTHO pulls harder, and then sees that two rictored hands have a
vice-grip on the coat. The hood falls back and reveals the
stark, staring, and very deceased face of BEETLE JUICE / OLD
WOMAN.
OTHO falls back, but BEETLE JUICE / OLD WOMAN remains in a
sitting position on the bed.
OTHO is now sober.
INT:
FOYER AND LIVING ROOM -- NIGHTDELIA is greeting late-arriving guests at the door. She is
wearing the muu-muu she found in her closet, tarted up with
jewelry and belts and other accessories. It is still, however, a
polyester blend muu-muu.
A richly-gowned MATRON is kissing DELIA on either cheek. As
DELIA pulls back, she says:
DELIA:
Just put your coat in
the room at the top of
the stairs.
MATRON:
I love your house. I
try to tell everybody
that Connecticut is not
the end of the world.
OTHO comes pounding down the stairs.
OTHO:
Delia, we have a little
problem.
INT:
KITCHEN -- NIGHTSeveral GUESTS go out through the back door, past one of DELIA's
fellow artists, an anorexic chain-smoking action painter. She
leans against the stove, nearly crushed by a tweedy-looking
PUBLISHER.
PUBLISHER:
I have incredible respect
every field.
ARTIST:
Ever get planked in a
laundry room?
The PUBLISHER looks around the kitchen.
PUBLISHER:
Which door?
The ARTIST points to the laundry room door. As the two of them
sidle inside, CATHY enters the kitchen from the dining room.
CATHY:
I was looking for you
guys.
The ARTIST and the PUBLISHER stare at CATHY, as if they'd never
seen her before.
CATHY:
Oh, not you.
The ARTIST and the PUBLISHER look around the otherwise empty
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