Pleasantville Page #8

JENNIFER:

(Mary Sue)

Gee whiz "Bud", what could we possibly

need when we have each other?

She flashes him a "sweet" smile then reaches out and TOUCHES

BIFF'S HAND. Both boys jump slightly as Jennifer gives her

brother a venomous grin then suddenly waves "bye bye." David

just stares at her panicked as he moves haltingly back to the

Soda fountain.

BIFF:

(befuddled)

Anyhow ... I really wanted to come over

and sit next to you in civics but ...

JENNIFER:

You want to get out of here?

BIFF:

What?

JENNIFER:

You wanna get out of here? You wanna

leave?

BIFF:

(confused)

But where would we go?

JENNIFER:

(shrugging)

... Lover's Lane.

BIFF:

(swallow)

Lover's Lane!

There is an audible GASP from the booth behind them. Jennifer

ignores it.

JENNIFER:

Yeah. Lover's Lane. You up for it?

CLOSE UP. BIFF.

He just stares at her with his mouth open ...

WIDER.

Jennifer reaches forward grabbing his hand.

JENNIFER:

C'mon. Let's go.

FULL SHOT. SODA FOUNTAIN.

David is in the middle of making a hot fudge sundae when he

sees Jennifer leading Biff by the hand into the parking lot.

Everyone at the counter is enjoying their dessert, when David

lets out a blood curdling scream.

DAVID:

NOOOOOO!

He vaults over the counter making a bee-line for the door.

Everyone turns and stares as he races toward the entrance ...

EXT. SODA SHOP.

Biff's car is just pulling onto the street when David sprints

into the parking lot. He takes off after the car, sprinting

down the street.

DAVID:

YOU CAN'T DO THIS JENNIFER! HE DOESN'T

EXIST! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO SOMEONE WHO

DOESN'T EXIST!

The tail lights recede in the distance as David slows to a

jog and then finally a walk. He pauses, winded, in the

street, then looks up toward Heaven with a pissed off look on

his face.

DAVID (CONT)

(to God)

Thanks a lot.

CUT TO:

EXT. LOVER'S LANE. NIGHT.

It is a beautiful tree-lined pond with a lush willow tree in

the foreground. The moonlight glistens silver across the

water. Several cars are parked in a row with their occupants

HOLDING HANDS. Biff's convertible is parked at the end.

SHOT. BIFF'S CAR.

He sits stiffly at the wheel staring straight ahead. Jennifer

is draped languidly across the seat beside him, making the

most of her mohair sweater. She stares at Biff in a not-so-

Pleasantville-kind-of-way. He glances over at her and

swallows.

BIFF:

Sure is pretty.

JENNIFER:

(staring at him)

Oh yeah ... Gorgeous.

BIFF:

To be honest Mary Sue. I didn't think

you'd want to come here until we'd been

pinned for a little while.

JENNIFER:

Oh, Biff. You can "pin" me any time you

want to.

She leans back a liftle more, draping her arm across the top

of the seat. Her tits point toward the sky.

JENNIFER (CONT)

(breathy)

Or maybe I should just "pin" you.

He looks over at her a little confused, then breaks into his

goony laugh.

BIFF:

Oh, that's silly Mary Sue. How could you

possibly pin me?

CLOSE UP. BIFF.

He is still guffawing when he looks over at Jennifer and

suddenly freezes. Biff's eyes widen ...

CUT TO:

EXT. PARKER HOUSE. NIGHT.

David comes sprinting up to the porch, then doubles over

catching his breath. He clings onto the porch swing when the

door opens behind him.

BETTY:

Bud?

WIDER.

His "mother" and "father" come out onto the porch. David

catches his breath then forces a smile.

GEORGE:

Son, what's wrong?

DAVID:

Have you seen Mary Sue?

BETTY:

Why no. She's still on her date with

Biff ... is something the matter?

DAVID:

(still panting a little)

No, I ... I was just ... worried about

her.

His mother and father exchange a "knowing" look. George rests

a hand on his shoulder.

GEORGE:

(oppressively paternal)

Bud, your sister's a little older now

and she's naturally going to start going

out with boys.

(beat)

... In fact pretty soon--she's even

going to get married and make someone a

good little home-maker like your mother

here.

(smiles at Betty/

inside joke)

That's IF she can learn to bake.

BETTY:

Oh, George ...

GEORGE:

But your sister is a fine young woman

and she would never do anything for us

to be concerned about.

CUT TO:

EXT. LOVER'S LANE. NIGHT.

The low gutteral MOANS of two coupling animals drifts out

over the evening air. It is raw and primitive and desperate.

The CAMERA begins to TRACK behind all the other cars--their

occupants primly holding hands in a tender sillouhette. It

finally COMES TO REST on a convertible at the end, with a

girl's leg sticking out the window.

CLOSER.

A Letterman's sweater hangs over the door. The windshield is

completely fogged. Jennifer's sweater is draped over the

backseat. The car is rocking.

INT. CAR.

They are clenched in a mad embrace: all arms and hair. Biff

pulls back for a moment, GASPING for air. His face is covered

with lipstick and there is a crazy look in his eye. He's

stuck somewhere between passion and fear as he clings

desperately to the steering wheel.

BIFF:

(some terror)

I think I better go home now Mary Sue ...

She holds onto his shirt as her knee rubs the dashboard.

JENNIFER:

(breathless)

... Why?

BIFF:

(more terror)

I think ... I might be ill ...

He glances down at his lap a little confused.

BIFF (CONT)

(a whisper)

I think something's happening to me.

He looks at his crotch then back at Jennifer. She reaches up

and grabs a handful of his hair.

JENNIFER:

It's s'posed to happen, Biff.

BIFF:

It is?

JENNIFER:

Trust me ...

He looks at her completely confused as she pulls back down,

and OUT OF FRAME ...

CUT TO:

EXT. PARKER HOUSE. NIGHT.

A single light is burning in the kitchen window.

BETTY (OS)

Do you want some more cookies?

INT. KITCHEN.

David is at the kitchen table with a nauseated look on his

face. There are three empty bottles of milk and cookie crumbs

all over the table.

DAVID:

(sick)

Oh no ... I'm fine.

BETTY:

How 'bout some Marshmallow Rice Squares?

DAVID:

I'm fine.

There is a knock behind them at the door. David springs up.

BETTY:

Now who could that be.

FOLLOWING DAVID.

He crosses into the foyer ahead of his "parents." David

swings open the door revealing Mr. Johnson, standing on the

porch.

DAVID:

Oh hi!

MR. JOHNSON

Hi there. You took off so quick. I

wasn't sure if you were okay.

DAVID:

Oh, yeah. Sorry. I'm fine. I just ...

Had to get home early.

Mr. Johnson leans in closer and speaks in a CONFIDENTIAL tone

of voice.

MR. JOHNSON

Bud ...

DAVID:

Yeah ...

MR. JOHNSON

(sotto)

You know how when we close up, I close

the register, then you lower the shades,

then I turn out the lights, then we both

lock the doors.

DAVID:

Yeah ...

MR. JOHNSON

(proud)

Well you weren't around this time so I

did the whole thing myself.

CLOSER.

Mr. Johnson has a strange look of "manly pride" on his face.

His shoulders square back. His chest puffs out a little.

There is a sudden sparkle in his eye.

MR. JOHNSON

(more confidential)

Not only that, I didn't even do it in

the same order. First I lowered the

shades, then I closed the register.

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