Pleasantville Page #14
BETTY:
(off his reaction)
What?
David shakes his head and forces a smile. He hands her the
compact so she can examine herself. Betty holds it up to her
face, turning her head first right, then left.
BETTY (CONT)
(beat)
Does it look okay?
DAVID:
Looks just like it did.
BETTY:
And they won't be able to tell?
DAVID:
(even quieter)
No ... They won't be able to tell.
Betty takes a deep breath and fluffs her hair. She grabs the
plate of Pineapple kabobs and heads for the door. Just before
she goes in, she pauses, then plasters on a big wide
"stewardess" smile ...
DAVID (CONT)
Wait.
BETTY:
(turning back)
What?
He wants to say something, but doesn't. David shakes his
head.
DAVID:
It's fine.
She smiles again and balances the tray in front of her.
BETTY:
Thank you.
DAVID:
(sadly)
Sure.
He watches as she opens the door, and marches in the room,
extending the little tray of hors d'oeuvres in front of
her ...
CUT TO:
INT. SODA SHOP. DAY.
Mr. Johnson is all alone in the shop, setting up the napkin
dispensers. He whistles BRUBECK'S "TAKE FIVE" when the screen
door slams behind him. Mr. Johnson looks up with a start.
MR. JOHNSON
Oh, hi.
DAVID:
(entering)
Hi.
MR. JOHNSON
Aren't you a little early?
DAVID:
(quietly)
I brought you something ... From the
library.
CLOSER. FOLLOWING DAVID.
He has a large book tucked under his arm that is easily three
feet long. Mr. Johnson looks at him a little intrigued as
David crosses to the counter.
DAVID:
It's an art book.
MR. JOHNSON
Oh my Gosh, Bud ...
DAVID:
Open it.
Mr. Johnson reaches out and opens the cover. After a beat,
his eyes widen.
DAVID (CONT)
I just thought since you liked
painting it might help to ...
Mr. Johnson gasps. It's quiet, and subtle, but it's still a
gasp. David looks over at him but he's lost in the pages.
HIS POV. (INSERT) ART BOOK ...
Massacio's "Expulsion of Adam and Eve' leaps off the pages in
vibrant, tortured color. The beauty of the garden is offset
by their agony and their shame. HE TURNS THE PAGE ...
Titian's "Venus to Utano". Soft, fleshy, in a rich golden
light. She is utterly real and entirely nude. The folds of
her flesh almost seem to glow ...
Rembrandt's "Self Portrait." Dark reds, umbers, blacks and
browns. He looks back at Mr. Johnson with pain and wisdom.
There's a brilliant light on his hair.
MR. JOHNSON (OS)
Mmmmgh ...
Faintly, almost imperceptibly, the SOUND of a rich ARIA
begins to UNDERSCORE THE IMAGES. It's so faint you can't be
sure you even hear it at all ... like you're hearing it with
your eyes.
He TURNS THE PAGES faster. Breugal's "Harvesters" ... Tumees
"Steam Train" ... Monet's "Cathedralo" ... Cezanne's
"Oranges" ... Mr. Johnson shuts the book.
WIDER. SODA SHOP.
They sit like that for a beat.
MR. JOHNSON
It's beautiful, Bud ...
He looks up at David, troubled.
DAVID:
What's wrong?
MR. JOHNSON
I'll never be able to do that.
DAVID:
Oh, well--you're just starting out.
I mean, you can't do it ...
MR. JOHNSON
No, that's not it.
Mr. Johnson shuts the book gently.
MR. JOHNSON (CONT)
Where am I going to see colors like
that?
ANGLE. DAVID.
What can he say. David looks over at Mr. Johnson who just
smiles and shrugs.
MR. JOHNSON
Must be awfully lucky to see colors
like that. I bet they don't even know
how lucky they are.
CLOSE UP. DAVID.
He just stares for a second.
EXT. MAIN STREET. LONG SHOT. DAY.
Margaret walks up the center of Main Street toward the CAMERA
with her books pressed against her chest. She passes the
drugstore, then the hardware store ... Far off in the
distance, a young man comes racing out of the soda shop,
pulling off his little paper hat as he goes. He comes running
up behind her as fast as he can.
CLOSER.
He takes a deep breath and tries to quiet the panting.
DAVID:
Hi.
MARGARET:
(turning/
lighting up)
Oh ... Hi.
DAVID:
(pause)
Look, I probably shouldn't be asking
you this--not knowing you that well
and all ...
Margaret stops in the street and turns to him.
DAVID (CONT)
It's just that my folks are gonna
stay home and they said I could use
their car.
(moment of truth/
abandoning his speech)
... You want to go out with me
tonight?
He wants to turn away but doesn't. David forces himself to
stare at her and all of a sudden she beams. It's the whitest,
pearliest smile in the world.
MARGARET:
(breathless)
Sure ... Where would we go?
DAVID:
(swallows)
... Lover's Lane?
CUT TO:
EXT. ELM STREET. DAY.
David comes flying around the corner in complete jubilation.
He vaults over a parking meter, swings around a lampost and
leaps off the bumper of a parked car. David hi-fives into the
air at no one in particular and sails over Mr. Simpson's
hedge almost decking him in the process.
DAVID:
(calling back)
Sorry ...
FOLLOWING DAVID.
He races across the street bobbing and weaving like an All
American fullback. David bounds up his front steps two at a
time flinging open the door.
INT. PARKER HOUSE. FOYER.
DAVID:
"Oh when the Saints ... Go Marching
in ..."
He lets the door slam behind him as he takes off his apron
and tosses it on the coat rack. David starts up the stairs,
when he HEARS a MAN'S VOICE coming from the living room.
MAN'S VOICE (OS)
Bud ...
He pauses a second and glances back.
MAN'S VOICE (CONT)
David ...
He peers into the living room. David goes a little grayer ...
HIS POV. TELEVISION.
Dick Van Dyke is looking back at him from the middle of the
TV screen. He seems to have a bit of a stubble.
DICK VAN DYKE:
Hello there.
DAVID:
(wary)
... Hi.
DICK VAN DYKE:
(stage whisper)
Well c'mere, young fella.
INT. LIVING ROOM.
David crosses slowly over to the TV set.
DICK VAN DYKE:
(big smile)
You know I've been thinkin' ... I
might have been a little "hasty"
the other day when you asked to come
home--just took me by such surprise,
ya know--ha ha ...
He gives a goony laugh. David just looks at him ...
DICK VAN DYKE (CONT)
So even though I can't make any
promises, well--I figured if you
asked me real nice--I might just be
willing to talk about it again.
DAVID:
(quickly)
I can't.
DICK VAN DYKE:
What?
DAVID:
Talk about it. Right now, I mean.
I got to ... um ...
The look turns suddenly dark and ominous.
DICK VAN DYKE:
Bud--I thought you wanted to come
home.
DAVID:
Oh ... I do. Yeah. It's just that I
told my "dad" I'd clean out the
rain gutters and Mr. Johnson wanted
me to ... to change the tape in the
register ...
DICK VAN DYKE:
(getting testy)
I'll be honest with you Bud. I'm
getting sorta concerned about what
I'm seeing in some of these
re-runs ...
DAVID:
Re-runs?
DICK VAN DYKE:
Like when Margaret Henderson makes
her cookies for Whitey.
(losing it a little)
... Those aren't your cookies Bud.
DAVID:
Oh, I know they're not. But I mean--
they're just "cookies" after all ...
DICK VAN DYKE:
Excuse me?
DAVID:
Well they're not just cookies. I
mean, they're great cookies ...
Look, I'd love to get into this
whole thing but I'm really running
late. Why don't we hook up tomorrow?
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