From Here to Eternity Page #16

LONG SHOT FROM PREW’S POV

The two MPs cross toward direction Maggio has taken. They are

obviously going after him.

MEDIUM SHOT ALMA AND PREW

Alma follows Prew's troubled look.

ALMA:

You better go look out for him,

Prew glances at her gratefully, then slips off his stool. He

picks up Maggio's tie and shoes and hurries out after him.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. ROYAL HAWAIIAN GROUNDS - NIGHT

MEDIUM SHOT:

Tall pale royal palms contrast with thick dark plants and

bushes. An ornamental lamppost alongside a walking path a

little distance away. Prew comes into shot cautiously,

carrying Maggio's tie and shoes. He moves quickly, bends

over. CAMERA PANS AND MOVES IN and we see it is Maggio's

shirt and trousers which Prew has discovered on the ground.

He looks at them wryly, picks them up, moves on.

ANGLE PREW IN F.G. AND LAMPPOST WITH BENCH NEAR IT IN B.G.

Prew, carrying Maggio's clothes, stops as he sees what looks

like a shadow lying across the bench.

PREW:

(calls softly)

Is that you, Angelo?

The shadow does not move. Prew approaches the bench.

MEDIUM SHOT MAGGIO AND PREW

Maggio is stretched out on the bench, seems to be sleeping

blissfully. He is clothed only in his shorts. Despite

himself, Prew smiles. He shakes the reclining figure.

PREW:

Maggio, you nut. Get up. Wake up.

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Maggio mumbles without opening his eyes or moving.

MAGGIO:

I'm sorry, sir. I won't do it

again. Just don't lock me up, sir.

Honest, I won't.

PREW:

Here's your clothes.

He throws the clothes on Maggio.

.

MAGGIO:

(opens his eyes)

Well, give 'em back to the Indians.

The Indians need clothes. All they

wear is G strings.

PREW:

Boy, are you drunk!

MAGGIO:

... maybe a movie star comes outs

the hotel right now and picks us up

and takes us back to the States in

her private plane... and installs

us in her private swimming pool --

Prew pulls Maggio off the bench and starts to drag him across

the path away from the light.

MAGGIO:

(yells)

Take it easy, Prew. You scrapin my

tail on the sandy sidewalk.

PREW:

You'll get worse than that scraped

-Listen!

The ominous sound of leggins brushing each other is heard,

not far away. Prew looks off.

LONG SHOT THROUGH BUSHES

The two MPs are on the street just outside the grounds. They

are still looking for Maggio, somewhat aimlessly now.

MEDIUM SHOT MAGGIO AND PREW

Prew whispers to Maggio as he pulls him to his feet.

PREW:

Come on before you're in trouble -

84.

Maggio pushes him away.

MAGGIO:

Stop it!

PREW:

Shut up!

MAGGIO:

I'm sick of its Can't a man get

drunk? Can't a man do nothin? Can't

a man put his lousy hands in his

lousy pockets on a lousy street? A

man gotta be hounded every minute

of his life? I ain't gain to take

its I ain't no cowards I ain't

yellows I ain't no bums I ain't no

scum! MPs! MPs! COME AND GET US!

HERE WE IS!

PREW:

(aghast)

Now you done it.

MEDIUM SHOT END OF PATH NEAR STREET

The two MPs came running onto the path, spot Maggio and Prew

about thirty yards away.

MEDIUM SHOT PEW AND MAGGIO

Maggio picks up his shoes, suddenly whips away from Prew and

runs toward the MPs.

ANOTHER ANGLE NEAR MPs

as they stop, surprised. Maggio is shouting, "Can't a man do

nothin?!" as he hurls first one shoe, then the other,

directly at the MPs. One MP is hit in the shoulder, staggers

back. Maggio dashes between him and the second MP, but the

latter reaches out and grabs him. Maggio wrenches loose but

instead of running, suddenly wades in, arms swinging wildly.

In a moment, he is hanging crab-like on the man's back. The

first MP charges Maggio. Maggio grabs the second MP's club

and hits the first MP over the head.

.

MEDIUM CLOSE SHOT PREW

Horrified, he starts toward the fracas.

MEDIUM SHOT MAGGIO AND MPs IN F.G. PREW IN B.G.

The second MP has managed to get out from under Maggio. He

smashes his fist into Maggio's face as the latter continues

to wield the club. Maggio sees Prew coming toward them.

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MAGGIO:

Get back! I'm handlin this! Take

off!

The first MP starts to intercept Prew. Maggio tackles him

around the knees and brings him to the ground.

MEDIUM CLOSE SHOT SECOND MP

Club gone, his partner on the ground, the second UP fishes

for his pistol, tugs to get it from the holster.

MAGGIO'S VOICE

This ain't your affair! Keep out of

this!

MEDIUM SHOT PREW IN F.G. MPs AND MAGGIO IN B.G.

Prew sees the second MP raise his pistol, point it toward

him. CAMERA PANS WITH him as he turns quickly and dives

headlong into bushes nearby.

CLOSE SHOT PREW:

CAMERA MOVES WITH him close to ground as he knees and elbows

his way along deep into the bushes. He stops, breathing hard.

The sound of the MPs fighting with Maggio can be heard, the

ugly sound of fists and the uglier sound of clubs smashing

bone and flesh.

MAGGIO'S VOICE

(screaming, crazed)

Come on. Is that the best you can

do? I bet you eat Wheaties, don't

you? Come on... You can't even

knock me out -- no matter -

Maggio's voice stops suddenly. CAMERA MOVES TO CLOSEUP of

Prew on the ground, his face contorted. The voices of the MPs

are heard now, panting.

FIRST MP'S VOICE

I wonder what was wrong with this

guy. He must be same kind of

madman.

SECOND MP'S VOICE

Come on, let"s get him into a

wagon.

A convulsive sob escapes Prew as his head drops in the dirt.

DISSOLVE TO:

86.

INT. ORDERLY ROOM- DAY

MEDIUM SHOT PEEN WARDEN MAZZIOLI

Warden is pinning some notices on a bulletin board. Prew sits

on the bench against the wall, miserable, elbows on knees,

chin in hand. There is a quiet tenseness in the room. Warden

looks over at Prew, turns back to the bulletin board.

Mazzioli gets up from his desk, wanders aimlessly to a

window. The screen door slams and Leva enters, eating a candy

bar.

LEVA:

Any word on Maggio's Court Martial?

.

MAZZIOLI:

It's on right now. At Headquarters.

Lava sits on the bench beside Prew, shakes his head.

LEVA:

He'll get the Stockade sure.

The others tense at the word "Stockade," glare at Leva as if

he had no right to mention it. Their fear of the place, now

that it is imminent even for another soldier, is shown on

their faces. There is a long pause.

MAZZIOLI:

Maybe he won't get it. All he did

was get drunk and run wild. That's

a soldier's nature. It's almost his

sacred duty once in a while.

There is another pause. Warden barks suddenly, fiercely, at

Leva.

WARDEN:

What you hangin around here for?

LEVA:

Can't a man rest himself for a min-

WARDEN:

What man? I can't stand to see

people restin themselves. I'm

eccentric. If you ain't got no work

maybe I can scare you up some.

Mumbling, Leva rises and goes out. Warden goes over to Prew.

WARDEN:

Whyn't you go on over to the Day

Room, shoot a little pool?

(MORE)

87.

WARDEN(cont'd)

I'll let you know when the word

comes through.

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