Kalifornia Page #18
- R
- Year:
- 1993
- 117 min
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EARLY:
(No,) It's the answer to all them
questions of yers.
Brian won't do it. He drops the gun to the ground.
EARLY:
Now you'll never know.
Early c*cks his pistol.
BRIAN:
...Don't do it. Early, look at him,
look at his face. That's not your
father.
Early stares at the wounded cop's face.
EARLY:
I know that. That there is a policeman
in a world of pain. And this is what
you call a mercy killin'.
Early shoots the cop again. The cop lays still.
Early reaches down and takes the dead cop's handcuffs. He
casually points the little camera at the dead cop. Flash!!
EXT. LINCOLN - ON BACKROADS - LATER
The Lincoln hurtles down the road.
INT. LINCOLN
Early driving. Adele in the passenger seat looks bewildered.
Carrie and Brian in back, handcuffed, eyes hollow with
exhaustion and fear. Then out of the quiet...
EARLY:
I'm still waiting.
Adele looks across the seat to Early. Her face drained of
all expression.
EARLY:
(disappointed)
Not so much as a simple "thank you."
Adele at a loss. Finally... confused...
ADELE:
(empty)
...thank you.
EARLY:
Thank you for what?
(becoming aggravated)
What are you thanking me for Adele?
ADELE:
(hesitantly, she admits)
...I don't know.
EARLY:
Well Adele... it was for...
(screaming at her)
...saving your f***ing life back
there!
She shrinks away from him.
EARLY:
(gesturing with his
fingertips a fraction
apart)
Darlin' you were 'bout that far from
spendin' the night at the morgue.
You understand?
CARRIE:
He wasn't going to shoot her, you
murdering son of a b*tch!
Early looks into the rear-view mirror. Brian tries to defuse
the situation.
BRIAN:
Carrie... stop it.
CARRIE:
(explodes)
What the f*** is wrong with you
Brian!? If you'll stop taking notes
for once and open your eyes... you'll
see that he is a homicidal f***ing
killer. He is... for real!
BRIAN:
Shut up Carrie, please... just shut
up!
EXT. LINCOLN ON DESERTED HIGHWAY - SUNSET
The Lincoln drives along an old deserted highway passing
occasional gas stations and dilapidated motels.
INT. LINCOLN ON DESERTED HIGHWAY - SUNSET
Early is driving. He notices something in the distance.
EARLY'S POV - NIGHT
Off in the distance... an oasis of greenery.
OMITTED:
Sequence omitted from original script.
EXT. THE MUSGRAVE HOUSE - ARIZONA/UTAH BORDER - DUSK
A home in a secluded valley near the desert. It has a cactus
garden. The garden is illuminated so it can be enjoyed at
night.
Reveal... the Lincoln parked by the front door.
EXT. LINCOLN - CLOSER
Adele gazes out the passenger-side window. She's enthralled
by the sight of all the cacti.
ADELE:
...I luv' cactuses 'cos they're so
strong. Don't need much care really.
Reveal Brian handcuffed to the steering wheel beside her. He
cranes his neck to see out the rear window...
BRIAN'S POV
Early steps up to the front door of the house and rings the
bell. Carrie stands beside him. A light comes on inside. The
door slides open a crack and MRS. MUSGRAVE, an attractive
older woman with silver hair, peers out with a puzzled look.
Adele rambles on.
ADELE:
(far away)
...You can forget about 'em forever
and then look at 'em and they're
doin' even better than before.
BRIAN:
(watching the house)
Adele... we gotta do something before
BRIAN'S POV
Of Early and Carrie as they are let into the house.
INT. LINCOLN
Adele is still rambling on about her interest in cacti.
ADELE:
...There ain't nothin' can kill 'em.
They can live for two even three
hundred years.
BRIAN:
Adele for god sake please lis...
ADELE:
(she glances over to
Brian)
There ain't nothing we could do.
Once Early sets his mind on somethin',
well thats the end of that.
Adele drifts back to the cacti.
INT. MUSGRAVE LIVING ROOM - A LITTLE LATER
One of many we now reveal to be atop a fireplace mantle.
Adele leans in against the mantle and scrutinizes the cactus.
Carrie and Brian sit on the floor, back to back, their arms
bound around the leg of a piano by a pair of police handcuffs.
Mrs. Musgrave is standing nearby. She's overwhelmed. Numb.
She pours herself a glass of bourbon.
MRS. MUSGRAVE
(to herself)
It's just like in that dream I had.
If only I had seen their faces.
She takes her drink and sits down on the couch nearby. Adele
drops down quietly on the chair next to her.
ADELE:
(tries to cheer Mrs.
Musgrave up)
You've got beautiful cactuses here,
I just love 'em. My momma used to
keep a garden.
Mrs. Musgrave downs most of her drink with the first try.
Distressed, her head slumps down.
EARLY (O.S.)
(from the kitchen)
Hey Bri... You ever stop to think
that if you switched the two letters
in your name...
(entering the room)
Early, his pistol wedged in his belt, appears from the kitchen
eating a sandwich. Between bites... He walks over and rips
the phone out of the wall unit. He glimpses Mrs. Musgrave.
EARLY:
What's wrong with her?
ADELE:
(sorry for her)
She had a dream that somethin' like
this was gonna happen.
Early notices the glass of bourbon in her trembling hands.
He steps over to her and takes the glass away.
EARLY:
I'll bet she did.
He sets the glass down next to a recent picture of Mrs.
Musgrave and an ELDERLY MAN with silver hair.
EARLY:
Where's your husband?
MRS. MUSGRAVE
(lying)
...I'm a widow.
Early looks at her, he doesn't believe her.
Everything is quiet beneath the star studded sky. The same
elderly man pictured with Mrs. Musgrave is studying the sky
through a powerful telescope. MR. MUSGRAVE is an amateur
astronomer. o.s. the SOUND of a door opening. Then footsteps.
MR. MUSGRAVE
(excited)
Is that you Peaches? Come, you must
see Saturn tonight. The rings are
sensational!
INT. STUDY - GLASS DISPLAY CASE
Early leans into frame, staring at the display case.
EARLY'S POV
Inside of it is a four foot long replica of the first ATOMIC
BOMB, "Fat Boy." Faded newspaper articles on the wall indicate
Mr. Musgrave had something to do with the bomb's initial
construction. An old photo on the bookshelf shows a much
younger Mr. Musgrave in a '50's kitchen. He is laughing and
embracing a '50's style female mannequin.
MR. MUSGRAVE (O.S.)
My oh my, this is quite rare, quite
rare indeed. Come have a look...
Early's eyes drift over to a set of golf clubs that sit in
the corner of the room.
MR MUSGRAVE'S POV - THROUGH TELESCOPE
The planet Saturn and its glorious rings.
MR. MUSGRAVE (O.S.)
Peaches?
OMITTED:
THWACK!! The planet turns into a blur of light... then
blackness.
INT. LIVING ROOM - SAME TIME - ON BRIAN AND CARRIE
Brian and Carrie are still cuffed to the piano, in the
background we see Mrs. Musgrave and Adele looking out the
window into the backyard.
BRIAN:
(whispers to Carrie)
You gotta talk to her. She looks up
to you, she'll listen to you.
CARRIE:
I tried talking to her at the mine.
It didn't work.
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