Memphis Belle Page #2
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1990
- 107 min
- 750 Views
The six boys recoil with shock and disbelief. Danny
watches as long as he can, then turns away -- he
can't stand it anymore.
6 EXT. CONTROL TOWER BALCONY - DAY
Bruce is also looking at the burning plane with horror.
The CO is stony-faced. He shows no surprise and little
emotion -- he's seen it too often before.
CO:
Come on, Bruce, you wanted to meet
the officers of the Southern
Belle.
BRUCE:
Jesus, what happened? They were
almost home.
CO:
Almost. The pilot came in on one
wheel. He should have belly
landed.
(CONTINUED)
7.
CONTINUED:
BRUCE:
Are they all... ?
CO:
What do you think? Let's go,
Bruce.
He starts off the balcony. Bruce follows, but looks
over his shoulder once more at the burning plane.
6A EXT. BASE - DAY
The PLANE continues to burn. There's another small
EXPLOSION inside the plane and this BECOMES the white
flash of a photographer's camera.
7 OMITTED
thru
10
DENNIS DEARBORN is sitting stiffly in a chair, the
bomb group symbol behind him on the mess wall. Dennis,
at twenty-six, is the oldest of the crew. He's a
serious young man -- you never catch him smiling or
relaxing. His photo has just been taken by a Life
Magazine photographer. Bruce is behind the camera,
interviewing Dennis.
BRUCE:
You named the plane after your
girl back home, that's a great
angle. You don't sound like
you're from the South, Captain
Dearborn.
DENNIS:
I met her when I was in Memphis
on business.
BRUCE:
I bet she's a living doll, huh,
Dennis?
Dennis looks up at Bruce -- he doesn't like his tone at
all.
DENNIS:
She's a very fine woman, sir.
(CONTINUED)
8.
CONTINUED:
Flash. Now LUKE SINCLAIR, the co-pilot, is in the chair.
Luke is twenty-five and about as handsome as they come.
He's relaxed, smiling. He loves the attention.
BRUCE:
A lifeguard. That's a pretty
responsible job, Luke.
LUKE:
Yeah, it's rough basking in the
sun all day, having girls swarm
all over you. That's why I
joined up. Had to get away from
all that.
Flash. Now VAL KOZLOWSKI the bombardier, is sitting in
the hotseat. Val has Latin good looks and a street
fighter's body. He's a pretty intense guy. He squirms,
pushes at his hair, tries to loosen his collar,
straighten his tie.
BRUCE:
Val. What's that short for,
Valentine? I bet the women love
that. You're the bombardier and
I understand you've got four
your belt.
VAL:
Yeah. Well, something like that.
BRUCE:
(interrupting)
Believe me, when your picture
comes out in Life Magazine, every
man, woman and child in America is
going to want you to be their
doctor.
Val brightens at this. Flash. Now PHIL LOWENTHAL is in
the chair. Phil's in his early twenties, with a lot of
hair and a lot of teeth. He slumps in the chair, moody
and gloomy. He'd like to be anywhere but here.
BRUCE:
Phil, look at the camera. Sit up
straight. Smile.
PHIL:
What's there to smile about, sir?
BRUCE:
You guys have finished 24 missions.
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
9.
11 CONTINUED:
(2)BRUCE (CONT'D)
One more and you get to go home.
That would sure make me smile.
PHIL:
Well, you're not me, sir.
(to the
photographer)
Please just take the picture.
He looks up at the camera, a big cloud over his head.
Flash.
12 INT. MESS HALL - DAY (LATER)
Dennis, Luke, Phil and Val are sitting at a table as
Bruce addresses them.
BRUCE:
You'll go back home in your own
plane and fly all over the States,
making speeches, getting people to
buy more war bonds, work longer
hours, turn out more planes. And
believe me, you'll be wined,
womened and songed from one end of
the U.S. to the other. It'll be
tough, but we all have to make
sacrifices.
He laughs.
LUKE:
Sir, you mean we're going to be
famous?
BRUCE:
Afraid so, Luke.
Luke whoops. He pounds on Val and Phil a little. Val
pushes him away. Phil is hunched over, miserable.
DENNIS:
Colonel Derringer...
BRUCE:
Bruce.
DENNIS:
We'll follow your orders to the
best of our...
(CONTINUED)
10.
CONTINUED:
BRUCE:
(interrupting)
It's not an order, Dennis. We're
working together.
DENNIS:
Yes, sir, but I don't want the
other men finding out about this
yet.
LUKE:
Their pictures in Life? Wine,
women and song? You've got to
tell them! They'll go nuts!
DENNIS:
I don't want them going nuts.
Right now I want them thinking
about their jobs and that's all.
LUKE:
Come on, we could do our jobs in
our sleep! Why can't they know?
DENNIS:
Because I said so.
LUKE:
My father used to say that.
Dennis and Luke glare at each other.
BRUCE:
Dennis, you're the boss. Tell
your crew when you think it's
right. Gentlemen, thank you for
your time.
Dennis, Luke, Phil and Val start getting up from the
table.
INT. BARRACKS - NIGHT
A big tin-roofed Nissen hut, six beds on each side and a
HISSING potbellied STOVE in the center. Two crews bunk
in here, our enlisted men and another crew. In the b.g.,
a NEWS REPORT is heard on the RADIO, then MUSIC begins.
There's lots of activity as men get ready for the dance.
Jack is involved in a poker game at one end of the room.
At the other end, Clay is wrenching off the padlock on a
locker at the foot of a stripped bunk.
(CONTINUED)
11.
CONTINUED:
Danny is loading film in his box camera. (This whole
scene seesaws between the ominousness of sorting through
the dead man's things and the fun and excitement of
getting ready for the dance.)
DANNY:
Clay, shouldn't you let the
sergeant go through Becker's
stuff?
EUGENE:
The sergeant'll just send it all
to Becker's widow. We don't want
her getting anything embarrassing,
Danny.
The lock comes off, Clay opens the locker and starts
sorting through the contents. Eugene is putting on his
socks. He sniffs them and gags.
EUGENE:
Anyone got any clean socks?
CLAY:
Hershey bar.
VIRGE:
Me, me!
Clay tosses it to him. Virge rips it open and starts
eating it. Around Virge's bunk are drawings of a restaurant.
As he munches the candy bar, he studies them.
VIRGE:
Anyway, Danny, then I'm going to
open a whole bunch of restaurants,
exactly like the first one. So
you can go to Detroit and get the
exact same hamburger you got in
Baltimore.
DANNY:
Virge, nobody wants the same old
food everywhere they go.
VIRGE:
Sure they do. It's comforting.
CLAY:
Love letters.
EUGENE:
Wife or girl friend?
(CONTINUED)
12.
13 CONTINUED:
(2)RASCAL:
Read 'em out loud! Get me in the
mood for tonight.
CLAY:
Girl friend.
He tosses the letters to Virge, who puts them in the
stove.
EUGENE:
Does Becker have any clean socks
in there?
Eugene goes over to the locker, searches for socks. Clay
puts the next few items in a pile on the bed.
CLAY:
Air medal, photos, pocket knife.
Dirty book!
DANNY:
I'll take it.
Clay tosses the paperback to Danny: God's Little Acre,
with a lurid cover. Danny flips through it. In the
middle is stuck:
a four-leaf clover wrapped incellophane.
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