Beginners Page #6
Turns to Elliot.
OLIVER:
We haven't actually had a
conversation yet, so, you know...
EXT. STREETS NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
The three are now in Oliver’s car.
(CONTINUED)
10/29/07 31.
CONTINUED:
ELLIOTT:
You’re thinking about her all the
time.
OLIVER:
And you know that because?
ELLIOTT:
Because you’re not talking about
it. I know you.
There’s a pause, then the truth.
OLIVER:
It’s true. It’s embarrassing. I’m
38 and falling for a girl again...
CUT TO PAST:
INT. GEORGIA'S BEDROOM - DAY
Georgia works at her writing table. Young Oliver, bored,
watches her.
OLIVER V.O. (CONT’D)
It’s like I lost the instructions
or I, I never had them...
Young Oliver walks up to Georgia.
YOUNG OLIVER:
Where’s Pop?
GEORGIA:
At the museum.
YOUNG OLIVER:
Is something wrong with you guys?
Georgia is startled, she hides her feelings with humor.
GEORGIA:
What're you, in the FBI?
YOUNG OLIVER:
No.
GEORGIA:
The CIA?
YOUNG OLIVER:
No.
(CONTINUED)
10/29/07 32.
CONTINUED:
GEORGIA:
KGB? (Oliver shakes his head, no)
SLA? (no) PTA? (no) BMW?
Oliver sits silently.
GEORGIA:
There is nothing wrong with me and
Pop.
Georgia's mask breaks revealing sadness. Oliver can see it,
she can see he sees it. Georgia gets up and leads Oliver out
of the room.
GEORGIA (CONT'D)
C'mon.
They stand in front of his bedroom door.
GEORGIA:
When you feel bad, you go into a
room and scream - loud as you want,
for a minute or two, then it’s out
of you. It's called catharsis.
She opens the door, pushes him inside, and closes the door.
INT. OLIVER'S CHILDHOOD ROOM - DAY
Young Oliver pauses, confused in his room. He doesn’t scream.
He comes back out. Sheepish.
OLIVER:
I don’t feel like screaming...
Georgia, never ruffled.
GEORGIA:
You will...
CUT TO PRESENT:
EXT. HOLLYWOOD STREET - LATE AT NIGHT
Oliver and Arthur watch from the car as Elliott gets a can of
spray paint, heads to a blank wall across the street and
sprays a large tag on a wall. He then runs back to the car,
looks proudly at his work.
(CONTINUED)
10/29/07 33.
CONTINUED:
OLIVER:
What the f*** is that?
ELLIOTT:
L-E-IT, Elliot
OLIVER:
Well, that’s ridiculous.
ELLIOTT:
I know! (Getting his criticism
more) You’re not very supportive.
OLIVER:
Well, its just copying something
someone did, like, 30 years ago in
the Bronx.
ELLIOTT:
Well yeah. I’m part of a tradition
of civil disobedience, something
bigger than myself.
Oliver can’t believe Elliott said that.
EXT. NEW STREET
Elliott drives along-side Oliver who’s walking with a spray
paint can, terrified as he’s never done this before. He
tries to spray, nothing comes out.
OLIVER:
How does it work?
ELLIOTT:
Shake it, you have to shake it.
Oliver shakes it awkwardly, then sprays across the wall:
Oliver runs back to the car, exhilarated.
ELLIOTT:
What was that?
OLIVER:
Historical consciousness... you
know, something bigger than myself.
Elliott scoffs.
OLIVER:
Let’s do it again.
Elliott drives off. Oliver’s coming to life.
(CONTINUED)
10/29/07 34.
CONTINUED:
WE HEAR:
ELLIOTT (V.O.)
Okay, but when you see her, don’t
tell her that you painted
historical consciousness on the
wall...
WE SEE:
more of Oliver’s graffiti on different buildings:1983 CHICKEN MCNUGGETS
2003 BRITNEY SPEARS MOST GOOGLED
EXT. OLIVER’S HOUSE DAY
Oliver exits his house alone, down his front stairs to the
street. Halfway down, he hears now familiar sound of Arthur
barking and howling. Oliver can’t believe it.
INT. ANNA’S HOTEL ROOM
Anna is sitting on the bed, gently petting Arthur.
ANNA:
He’s sweet. He misses your Dad.
She stops. Gets up, nervous, and walks past Oliver into the
next room. Oliver follows her in. They pause uncomfortably,
Anna suddenly leans in and kisses him. Before it goes to
far...
OLIVER:
Maybe we, we could, um, just talk
for a second.
ANNA:
Right.
They awkwardly break apart. Anna goes to a chair, Oliver
follows. While nothing has really been expressed between the
two, Anna seems to understand the problem.
ANNA:
Well, my name is Anna. You’re
worried you can’t trust me because
you don’t know who I am. I get it.
She falters, looks at him vulnerably. Oliver abruptly kisses
her. She pushes back. They pause. She traces his brow slowly
with her index finger, the way she did their first night.
JELLY ROLL MORTON’S “SWEET JAZZ MUSIC” PLAYS
(CONTINUED)
10/29/07 35.
CONTINUED:
The music carries us, they lie in bed, naked. Anna innocently
leans over and takes Oliver’s arm and bites down hard. He
grimaces. She stops and kisses it, admiring her teeth marks.
She gets up, sits at a side table and finds her cigarettes.
Oliver watches her.
The music seems to bend and slow down, this continues as we
fall into memory...
CUT TO PAST:
INT. GEORGIA’S BEDROOM
CU on young Oliver’s hand pushing on a record making the
bending, slowing sounds.
GEORGIA:
Oliver, stop it.
Oliver stands up bored, Georgia’s in the connecting bathroom
getting ready to go out.
OLIVER:
This music’s old.
GEORGIA:
It’s black, black music is the
deepest cause they suffered the
most, them and the Jews.
Oliver plops down on the bed, listening to her.
GEORGIA:
In my next life I'm gonna marry a
good hot blooded Jew - someone full
of emotion.
OLIVER:
I'm Jewish right?
Georgia comes and sits with him, caresses his hair as she
talks with him.
GEORGIA AT 50
You're a quarter, I'm a half, your
father's none. He has the least
emotions, You'll have more emotions
than him, but I'll have the most
emotions.
She likes that she has the most emotions. They head out.
(CONTINUED)
10/29/07 36.
CONTINUED:
GEORGIA AT 50
You get to play chauffeur but just
to the bottom of the hill.
EXT. OLIVER'S CHILDHOOD CAR
10 year old Oliver’s in the driving sear, Georgia smokes and
admires his handling of the car.
GEORGIA:
You're turning into a wonderful
driver.
Oliver's proud.
INT. LACMA ART MUSEUM STEPS DAY
Oliver escorts Georgia up the large steps of the museum. The
crowd from an opening gathers at the top.
INT. DAVID SMITH GALLERY LACMA DAY
Georgia and Oliver approach a David Smith sculpture. After
staring at it’s angels for a beat, Georgia begins to do an
angular modern-dance-pantomime of the sculpture, imitating
it’s shapes with her body. Oliver locks up with
embarrassment. A confused and concerned museum guard
approaches.
SECURITY GUARD:
Excuse me Mrs. Fields....
GEORGIA:
What? You’re not allowed to
interact with the art?
SECURITY GUARD:
It’s just that...
OLIVER:
C’mon.
Still embarrassed, Oliver takes Georgia’s hand and walks her
away from the guard.
GEORGIA:
You too? You like being a good
citizen?
OLIVER:
No.
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