Cool Hand Luke
- GP
- Year:
- 1967
- 126 min
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FADE IN:
EXT. SOUTHERN CITY STREET EXTREME CLOSEUP PARKING METER
(NIGHT)
Its irritating head opens a glaring red eye: the red flag
pops across the entire screen:
VIOLATION:
INSERT:
PARKING METER SUPPORT (NIGHT)CLOSEUP of a pipe cutter attached to the meter neck, metal
slivers curling out. From o.s. we HEAR -- LUCAS JACKSON
cheerfully humming and mumbling Auld Lang Syne and then:
LUKE:
Okay, Mister General, you son of a
b*tch. Sir. Think you can put things
right with a piece of tin with a
ribbon hangin' on it? Gonna put you
right.
as the meter head falls out of FRAME.
NEW ANGLE ON METER (NIGHT)
as it falls to the ground amidst a forest of meter stands
and Luke's hand comes into the FRAME to pick it up and we
SEE him in CLOSEUP for the first time. He is cheerful, drunk,
wearing a faded GI Field jacket. A bottle opener hangs on a
silver chain around his neck. He addresses the next meter.
LUKE:
All right. Helen, honey. I lost my
head over you. Now its your turn.
Suddenly the beam of headlights crashes in, FLARING the
SCREEN.
ANGLE ON PROWL CAR (NIGHT)
sliding up to us, headlights glaring, red toplight revolving
menacingly. TWO OFFICERS, black shapes, get out and start
warily toward Luke.
ON LUKE (NIGHT)
illuminated by the headlights. He grins as the Officers
approach, lifts a bottle of beer, opens it and drinks,
smiling. On his smile, FREEZE FRAME. ON THE FRAME SUPER-IMPOSE
MAIN TITLE and as it FADES
DISSOLVE TO:
OMITTED:
EXT. CLOSEUP A YOYO BLADE IN THE SUN
It swings with a pendulum motion, its shining blade topping
a clump of grass and weeds; it swings on the backstroke,
lopping more grass, then moves a little away from CAMERA.
FROM CAMERA RIGHT, a pair of feet move INTO the FRAME, the
feet of the man swinging the yoyo. They are booted and
connected by chains, riveted around the ankles. The feet
move further INTO the FRAME and the SHOT WIDENS. We are on:
and we see the work gang in uniforms (14 men) flailing away
with yoyos, short-handled scythes in the hot sun, guarded by
three men. Three of the workers wear chains (Gambler,
Dynamite, Sailor). The scene is bleached and hot; the men
sweating and dirty in prison shirts and pants. The light
shifts during the following:
A MONTAGE OF A FULL DAY - SUPERIMPOSE TITLES AS APPROPRIATE
OVER FOLLOWING:
ANGLE ON RABBIT:
He is a trustee. He walks up INTO CAMERA and sets up sign:
SLOW DOWN -- MEN AT WORK
ANGLE ON DRAGLINE (9:00 A.M.)
He is a giant, covered with sweat and dust. He starts to
pull off his shirt.
DRAGLINE:
Takin' it off here, Boss!
BOSS KEAN:
Yeah, take it off, Dragline!
ANGLE BOSS KEAN (11:00 A.M.)
pulling out watch, looking at the sun.
ANGLE THE BULL GANG
flailing away, most of them naked to the waist.
ANGLE KOKO:
He is sweating streams.
KOKO:
Wipin' it off here, Boss!
BOSS SHORTY:
Okay, wipe it off there, Koko.
Koko takes out a limp handkerchief and mops his face.
ANGLE ON GAMBLER (A CHAINMAN) (NOON)
his yoyo flashing like a sword. He pauses, panting.
GAMBLER:
Drinkin' it up here, Boss!
ANGLE BOSS KEAN:
BOSS KEAN:
Awright, drink it up, Gambler. Water
'em, Rabbit.
as Gambler takes a drink from a tin cup, passed by Rabbit.
FULL SHOT THE GANG (2:00 P.M.)
working away like a machine.
ANGLE PAST BOSS GODFREY TO BOSS SHORTY
Godfrey is the Walking Boss, silent, implacable symbol of
ultimate judgement. He wears a black hat, globular mirrored
sunglasses -- the Man With No Eyes, impassive, emotionless.
He nods to Boss Shorty.
BOSS SHORTY:
Awright, smoke it up!
FULL SHOT THE GANG
In unison they chant:
THE GANG:
Yeah, Boss.
ANGLE SOCIETY RED AND BLIND DICK 4:00 P.M.
Society is checking his yoyo edge with a file, covertly
watching a passing car. Blind Dick sneaks a look, then ducks.
ANGLE BOSS KEAN:
BOSS KEAN:
You eyeballin' there, Society?
SOCIETY RED:
SOCIETY RED:
Checkin' my yoyo, Boss!
KOKO (5:
00 P.M.)He sees something o.s. He speaks, as they all do outside,
like a ventriloquist, not moving the lips, and in a stage
whisper, to Dragline.
KOKO:
Drag... Drag... Newmeat Bus! We got
us Newmeat tonight!
They look up covertly.
P.O.V. ANGLE ON ROAD
The Newmeat Bus, a prison vehicle, a panel truck with meshed
windows; and men in it, appears down the road approaching
the gang. It slows as it passes them and the men covertly
look at it.
KOKO AND GAMBLER
KOKO:
(whispering)
A bunch. Must be halfa dozen Newmeat.
GAMBLER:
No more than five. For a cold drink.
KOKO:
(whispering)
Bet! Babalugats, bet here!
ANGLE BABALUGATS
He is the idiot of the gang. He grins foolishly, making the
bet official.
NEWMEAT BUS:
as it passes, picking up speed, PAN INTO:
CLOSE SHOT GODFREY
looking at the Newmeat Bus.
EXT. CLOSEUP THE EYES OF GODFREY
His sunglasses FILL THE SCREEN, distorting the image of the
bus as it moves away from us and the last TITLE ROLLS.
CUT TO:
INT. NEWMEAT BUS
The SCREEN is mostly black, but we see out through the meshed
rear windows a desolate panorama of gnarled trees and grubby
landscape, bleak and hopeless.
Now we HEAR outside the barking and baying of bloodhounds,
not like they're tracking, but just playing as the truck
turns and stops. The BUS GUARD and DRIVER get out. The back
of the truck is opened by the guard and through that rectangle
of bright sunlight, the silhouettes of the Newmeat descend,
Luke last.
EXT. PRISON CAMP LUKE'S P.O.V. (DAY)
The Scene:
in a hollow is a long barracks, white-washed,faded gray, one story high. At right is a mess hall and
laundry. A chain-link fence surrounds the whole compound.
The corners of the fence are telephone poles with floodlights
on the tops. These burn all night. Back of the mess hall,
again outside the fence, are several kennel runs in which
bloodhounds are now ROARING. A wooden tower with a simple
board roof stands at two corners of the compound where the
guards sit when the prisoners are not locked in the barracks.
A picnic table sits in a grassy area just outside and at one
side of the gate is a picket fence enclosing a scrubby lawn.
BOSS PAUL:
Four. Right.
He hands the papers to the CAPTAIN, a small man with a kindly
face but a firm, set mouth who always carries a golf club.
In b.g. the bloodhounds are YOWLING:
BOSS PAUL:
Dogboy, get them dogs shut up!
DOGBOY, a trustee whose leather gloves are always sticking
out of one back pocket, puts his hand to be licked by the
dogs who quiet, friendly, like any pets.
DOGBOY:
They just smell newmeat is all, Boss.
The Captain has been ignoring this, watching the prisoners,
looking at their records.
as the Bosses (BOSS PAUL and BOSS HIGGINS) motion for them,
the other Newmeat (to be known as TRAMP, ALIBI, and TATTOO)
stumble into each other and jostle Luke in their eagerness
to obey orders.
BOSS PAUL:
You men git lined up here.
The Newmeat jostle into line. They are wearing State Issue
gray pants and their own Free World shirts. All except Luke
carry a paper bag or cigar box containing their wordly goods.
All except Luke look apprehensive, worried. Luke stands with
languid grace, neither insolent nor hostile, nor fearful.
The Bus Guard hands Boss Paul a folder that contains records
as the Captain approaches from his porch.
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