Big Eyes Page #28
WALTER:
Why -- I created the children.
Walter starts to stand again -- but the Judge SLAMS his bench.
JUDGE:
The choreography is not necessary.
Just sit down and testify.
Oh. Walter sits, then gathers his thoughts...
We slowly PUSH IN. He smiles, wistfully...
WALTER:
I've had a wonderful life. I've been
an artist, a world traveler, a friend
of untold celebrities...
(he gets misty-eyed)
But when I look back at it all, when I
peer into my heart and define what
mattered...
(MORE)
106.
WALTER (CONT'D)
it is that I was dedicated to the
hungry children of the world.
(GENUINE)
It all began in Berlin. After World
War II...
DISSOLVE TO:
LATER:
WALTER:
...the orphans were clutching the
barbed wire. Their bodies lacerated,
their fingers scrawny, their eyes big
and helpless. Imploring me, begging
me... "Do something!"
(HUSHED)
"Do something."
DISSOLVE TO:
LATER:
WALTER:
...and then Miss Joan Crawford walked
up to me...
LATER:
WALTER:
...Kim Novak...
LATER:
WALTER:
...Liberace...
LATER:
WALTER:
...Wayne Newton...
LATER:
WALTER:
Miss Natalie Wood walked up and said,
"That is the greatest single painting
I have ever seen in my entire life."
The Judge is bored out of his mind.
LATER:
WALTER:
I was born in a small town. My father
made upholstery for the automobile
INDUSTRY --
107.
JUDGE:
You're done.
Walter stops, surprised.
WALTER:
B-but, I'm not finished --
JUDGE:
Actually, you are!
(he blows his stack)
I cannot stomach one more wild tangent
or shaggy dog tale. You're not
testifying -- you're filibustering!
The Federal Courts are overburdened
enough, without your docket-clogging
nonsense.
(BEAT)
We can stay here until we grow old and
die... but it's obvious that this case
boils down to your word versus Mrs.
Keane's word.
WALTER:
(HOPEFUL)
So... mistrial?
JUDGE:
NO! It's not a mistrial!! In my
opinion, there's only one way to clear
up this thicket. You are both going
to paint.
Walter gasps, stunned. All color drains from his face.
ANGLE - MARGARET
Her face lights up. She slowly breaks into a satisfied smile.
CUT TO:
INT. COURTROOM - LATER
The doors SLAM open. The Bailiff leads in a crew of COURT
DEPUTIES, all carrying ART SUPPLIES: Easels, brushes, paint...
BAILIFF:
Awright, bring those easels down.
Careful, don't bump anything... watch
it with those paint cans, I got some
newspaper on the floor down front...
The Jury is fascinated.
Margaret watches, quite eager. In the gallery, Jane grins.
But Walter is horrified. Trying not to tremble.
108.
DOWN FRONT:
The Bailiff directs the deputies, setting up TWO EASELS, back
to back. On each easel is placed a small square canvas.
The Judge addresses the room.
JUDGE:
Now, I'm not looking for a
masterpiece. I don't know much about
these things -- I'm a jurist, not an
art critic -- but, is one hour enough?
Margaret nods:
Sure.Shaking, Walter barely moves his head.
JUDGE:
Okay then. You've both been provided
with identical supplies... so --
without any further business... Mrs.
Keane, Mr. Keane, the court is yours.
WIDE:
Margaret glances at Walter. What will he do?
Walter's face is grimly blank.
Margaret proceeds. Slowly, she pushes her chair from the
table and rises.
Walter doesn't move.
Margaret walks over to the closest EASEL, then sits. She ties
on a smock over her checkered dress.
THE JURORS:
crane their necks, intently curious.
MARGARET:
takes a pencil. She peeks over at Walter -- who's still glued
to his seat. His face tight, his expression queasy. Staring
off to some faraway place.
Margaret looks up at the CLOCK. 3:20.
Okay then. Totally calm, in a motion she's done so many
times, she focuses on the canvas and starts outlining a Waif.
Everybody watches. Effortlessly, she pencils the EYES. They
are enormous. The largest orbs she has ever done.
109.
WALTER:
looks ill. Wracked with uncertainty.
The Judge turns to him.
JUDGE:
Mr. Keane?
WALTER:
(FAINT)
I'm... setting the mood.
(WHISPERING)
Getting the... muse to strike...
JUDGE:
(BEAT)
Well, your muse has 58 minutes.
MARGARET:
fills in more detail. Ears... nose... then, little fingers
clutching a fence. The child is peeking over it, staring
right at us...
WALTER:
is melting down. In total crisis...
THE CLOCK'S
second hand sweeps around. It's 3:34...
THE JURORS:
look from Margaret to Walter. Why isn't he moving??
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