Nashville Page #12
- R
- Year:
- 1975
- 160 min
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He squeezes her arm and she screams.
167 CONTINUED:
REESE:
Good. I wanna look really good.
You know what I mean? Do you? Huh?
She is about to pass out from terror, when all or a sudden he
eases of.
168 NEW ANGLE
The TRICYCLE MAN stands and watches a few feet away. SUELEEN'S
terror now is divided between the two men. REESE can't handle
the way the TRICYCLE MAN looks at all.
REESE:
Oh.
He releases SUELEEN, turns and runs up the street. She slides
down and hugs herself. The TRICYCLE MAN doesn't move.
SUELEEN:
It'll be okay... It'll be okay... I
know it'll be fine...
After a while, she pulls herself up and starts up the stairs to
her room. The TRICYCLE MAN watches until she is gone, then walks
across the street.
((THE FOLLOWING IS INTERCUT WITH BANQUET)
TOM enters with L.A. JOAN. The place in crowded. WADE sits at a
table with LINNEA. She hasn't seen TOM.
WADE:
I was in prison for twenty-eight
years.
LINNEA:
Oh.
WADE:
Premeditated murder.
LINNEA:
Oh.
WADE:
Just got out. Had me thirteen
lawyers. Missed the electric chair
twice. .. Been out three months.
Are you heavy?
LINNEA:
I'm not sure...
WADE:
I'm forty-six. Do you like to go
up or down?
LINNEA:
What?
WADE:
High? Do you ever get high? A walk
on the wild side. Ever do dust?
Before TOM can sit down he is called on stage by the MC. Also
present are BILL, MARY and NORMAN, talking about NORMAN'S act and
OPAL, who interviews them. LINNEA sees TOM.
WADE:
All I need is fifteen minutes a
night.
LINNEA:
Fifteen minutes?
WADE:
Sleep. That's all I need. Don't
want to waste no time sleeping. You
married?
LINNEA:
What...? 0h, yes.
WADE:
Not me. Ain't never loved anybody.
Ain't never been married. Won't
either.
TOM stands at the mike.
TOM:
Good evening. Thanks. I used to
be part of a group. You remember?
Everybody laughs.
TON:
Well, they're here, Bill and Mary. We're cutting a record here.
So far, they've done all the work. It's an accident they're here.
I've been hiding from them for days now, right?
Everybody laughs.
BILL:
You bet your sweet ass.
Everyone laughs.
She in lost in the sound of his voice.
WADE:
You know who that is?
LINNEA:
Yea.
WADE:
I see.
172 ANGLE - STAGE
WADE:
TOM calls BILL and MARY to the stage. The three of them burst
into:
"Since You've Gone." When they finish, BILL and MARY sitdown again.
TOM:
I'd like to sing a new song for
you. I threw away a good one I wrote
yesterday. maybe it was the day
before -- anyway.. Let's go here,
'I'm Easy.'
173 NEW ANGLE
TOM seems to know where LINNEA is sitting and directs the song to
her. After he finishes, he gives the guitar back to its owner
and Joins L.-A. JOAN to walk out.
174 NEW ANGLE
WADE starts in again.
WADE:
Love, that's a word that's been
overused. I'll say I sure like you.
Maybe...
LINNEA is wiping her eyes with a hanky.
A large group of people starts out the door, among them TOM and
L.A. JOAN. TOM steers himself and JOAN to LINNEA'S table. BILL
and MARY catch him there. All the while he is talking to them,
he writes a note and places it in LINNEA'S lap. OPAL walks past
TOM. They look at each other.
BILL:
Listen, we're suppose to sing on TV
day after tomorrow. At the park...
TOM:
National?
BILL:
MARY:
Where are you staying?
TOM:
Is that for that Walker guy?
BILL:
Yes, but we're just singing.
MARY:
Sue was trying to get hold of you.
TOM:
Come on. He's a crook.
BILL:
What crook?
WADE:
I'm a Roman Catholic. You're
Baptist, I bet. Catholic means
universal, everything, know what I
mean?
She nods again. She can't make out the writing with out her
glasses and she doesn't want to put them now.
WADE:
I'm a scholar of the Bible as well
and we're all going to answer to
God. Have you read the book of
Revelations?
She nods 'yes.'
WADE:
You ever read the 'Apocalypse
Unsealed?'
She is too curious. She takes out her glasses and looks through
them lorgnette style as WADE continues to talk.
TOM:
I'm not coming anywhere near that
place. He's a rotten guy.
MARY:
That's not true.
TOM:
He's a politician.
BILL:
He saw us at Tammany Hall.
TOM:
The Hell he did. Look, I'll see
you in the morning.
MARY:
Really?
TOM:
You bet. Nine, right? But count
me out of that other thing.
175 NEW ANGLE
TOM takes L.A. JOAN and leaves. LINNEA panics, BILL burns, OPAL
and MARY watch after TOM, NORMAN keeps silent.
WADE:
My mother. died in '72. They told
me after. They said they couldn't
find me before, so they told us
after.
LINNEA:
What?
WADE:
They said go see the chaplain.
LINNEA:
I'm sorry but I have to go.
She gets up quickly and leaves. Everybody is gone, too.
WADE:
(to self)
I'm a hundred years old and when
I'm two hundred, I'll die.
CUT TO:
As LINNEA hurries off, we SEE STAR sitting in his pickup truck,
watching and waiting for ALBUQUERQUE.
END OF MONDAY.
CUT TO:
177 EXT. HIGHWAY - AT KENNY'S CAFE - MORNING
The TRICYCLE MAN is helping KENNY fix the car, changing tires,
etc. KENNY is under the hood. When he comes out, KENNY tells
the TRICYCLE MAN how grateful he is and that he wouldn't know
what to do if he hadn't shown up. The TRICYCLE MAN just finishes
the job.
CUT TO:
178 EXT SHOPPING CENTER PARKING LOT - DAY
A platform has been erected in the center of the parking lot.
BARBARA JEAN'S bus is parked nearby. There is a large crowd, and
several people gathered around the platform. GLENN is among them
so is TRIPLETTE, REESE and OPAL. Radio station personnel and
musicians prepare for the show. Finally, the bus door opens and
BARNETT leads BARBARA JEAN to the platform. The musicians start
and she sings. The sound comes from many huge speakers and
people come from stores and shops to hear.
BARBARA JEAN segues from one song to another.
179 NEW ANGLE
BARNETT stands to the side, talking to various people TRIPLETTE
pulls his sleeve.
BARNETT:
Well, for heaven's sake. You're
just about everywhere, aren't you?
THIPLETTE:
I came out to see how you all were doing.
BARNETT:
I think I should tell you I know
why you're here. The answer is no
... we don't get involved in
politics.
TRIPLETTE:
(laughs good-
naturedly)
Well, that's not entirely true,
Barnett. At least not according to
Haven.
BARNETT:
Haven? Hell,' we've been playing
fourteen.
TRIPLETTE:
I guess that's why he thought you
right want to help out.
BARNETT:
He knows better.
TRIPLETTE:
Well, it's probably because it
would help him.
BARNETT:
How is that?
TRIPLETTE:
Everybody likes to be as good as
their word.
BARNETT:
Whose word?
TRIPLETTE:
His Word.
BARNETT:
His word? Are you telling me Haven
promised you something?
TRIPLETTE:
That's pretty close. He's going to
be on the bill. Why not put Barbara
Jean on with him?
TRIPLETTE'S last sentence is caught in silence as BARBARA JEAN
has stopped singing in the middle of a phrase.
180 NEW ANGLE
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