The Flintstones Page #10

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BARNEY:

Yes, yes. Looking good, Mister

Flintstone. I see you've

recovered from that polo accident.

FRED:

Yas, yas. The water was too

deep and my horse drowned.

They crack up at their own wit, drive off.

CUT TO:

99 SLATE QUARRY -LAVA'S OFFICE -DAY 99

Lava's on the phone, very worried.

LAVA:

Ivan, look, okay, so I bought too

much on margin... everyone said

glaciers were here to stay, I

mean, who knew? Just leverage my

shares in Atlantis dry goods and

--what? When did that happen?

Piltdown enters, knocks on the open door.

PILTDOWN:

Mister Lava, the armored car is

here.

LAVA:

Armored car...?

PILTDOWN:

Yeah. Must be a fortune in

coo-coo berries on that baby.

You know, for that Fibrerock

stuff of Flintstone and Rubble's.

You gotta sign here for it.

LAVA:

(into phone)

I... I'll get back to you.

Lava comes over, signs the form.

the window at -Meanwhile

he looks out

100 HIS POV -ARMORED CAR 100

The guards are unloading sacks of coo-coo berries.

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101 BACK TO SCENE 101

Lava signs the form, meanwhile looking Piltdown up and

down. Finally -

LAVA:

Piltdown, this Fibrerock program

is going to create a lot of

changes around the plant. I want

to make one more. You've been a

wonderful thug and goon for me.

Now, I'd like to expand your

duties. I want you to become a

provocateur.

PILTDOWN:

Gee, Mister Lava, I donno. I

kinda like girls myself.

LAVA:

(patiently)

What I mean, is, I'm going to use

you to double-cross your Lodge and

Union brothers, and make their

lives a living hell.

PILTDOWN:

Oh, okay.

LAVA:

Good. You and your little pal

will report directly to me and

take orders only from me.

(slapping him on

the back)

Now get out of here and start

screwing your former friends and

associates.

Piltdown leaves, smiling. Lava rubs his chin,

thoughtful.

LAVA:

Coo-coo berries...

CUT TO:

102 EXT. QUARRY -DAY 102

Fred and Barney appear in Fred's car, make a very quick

turn into the quarry lot.

103 CLOSER 103

They both duck down behind the wheel. A moment later,

Feldspar's patrol car comes barrelling by.

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Feldspar looks every which way, doesn't spot them.

BARNEY:

(when he's gone)

Gee, Fred, driving with you is

better than an 'E' ticket at

Magerock Mountain.

FRED:

(getting out)

Gets the old adrenaline going,

Barn. Us big executives, we need

that kind of jolt to get the old

wheels turning.

Lava comes INTO VIEW, carrying an armload of plans.

LAVA:

Flintstone! Rubble!

BARNEY:

Oh, hi, Mister Lava.

LAVA:

Please, call me Jerry. Uncle -I

mean, Mister Slate told me to

take you to your offices. If

you'll follow me...?

They move along. Fred notices a hotbed of activity

nearby. Workers move scaffolding, animals labor.

FRED:

Hey. What's going on?

LAVA:

The Fibrerock assembly line.

Unc --Mister Slate's had a crew

working on it all weekend. We're

going to roll out the first sheets

of Fibrerock by mid-week.

FRED:

Yes, yes. Quick, dynamic entry

into the marketplace. I approve.

BARNEY:

But, Fred, it's right where the

employee basketball court used

ta be -

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FRED:

Hey, you're right...

(resigned)

... Big business is hell, Barney.

Trust me... you'll get used to it.

BARNEY:

I guess so. You already did.

Lava leads them to a wood-sided trailer.

LAVA:

Well, gentlemen, here you are. As

soon as you're settled, come over

to the assembly line. We'll go

over the Fibrerock formula before

the first run.

He goes off. Fred and Barney go -

104 INSIDE TRAILER 104

There're two tiny little desks at the far end, separated

by a flimsy divider. The single window here looks out

over the quarry scrap heap. (As we watch, somebody dumps

a load of debris.)

Threadbare furniture on a worn rug sits under a portrait

of "Our Founder" (Slate).

105 BACK TO SCENE 105

Fred and Barney look at all this in turn. Pause. Then

they whirl, give each other high-fives.

BARNEY:

All-right!

FRED:

Welcome to the top --partner.

And as they shake, we -

CUT TO:

106 MONTAGE -ASSEMBLY LINE -DAY 106

Now, accompanied by heroic "industrial"-type MUSIC, we

see the Fibrerock assembly line in full operation.

This cannot be described now with appropriate justice,

but it involves a series of animal-powered conveyor

belts, Rube Goldberg-like funnels, spouts and chutes,

and all sorts of gadgets, gizmos, bells and whistles,

to wit:

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At one end of the building, dino-powered dumpsters and

lifters drop off all the ingredients; these get stomped/

chewed/bashed and otherwise reduced to powder, which is

then (courtesy of some squirting Mastodans) mixed with

water into a foam, which bubbles through a long sawmill-

type trough and is held back by a gate.

Meanwhile, we see a sample item (in this case, a stone

sofa) as it is placed before two "goatasauruses" which

butt heads and smash the sofa between the two halves of

a clay mold. When the mold is opened and the sofa tossed

aside, Barney appears and personally "aims" the foam

trough at a funnel in the top of the mold. Pausing to

"taste" the mix, he smiles, then shouts -

BARNEY:

Ready... aim... fibre!

Barney pulls a rope which opens the trough. "Fibrefoam"

pours into the mold.

107 THE CLAY MOLD 107

gets "winched" unpwards by monkeys, and then an alligatorsaurus

whaps it with its tail.

108 BELOW 108

Presto! A Fibrerock copy of the stone sofa drops neatly

out of the mold, bounces lightly on the conveyor belt

below! It sparkles with the tell-tale celadon-green

shimmer of Fibrerock. As it chugs along, the process

repeats, and soon a score of identical sofas is in view.

109 END OF ASSEMBLY LINE 109

as a beaming Fred watches, workers easily stack the

Fibrerock sofas (often one-handed). Nearby, we see

Fibrerock window frames, doors, chairs, etc.

110 UP ANGLE -SLATE'S OFFICE BALCONY 110

Slate and Lava watch the progress, dollar signs in their

eyes.

DISSOLVE TO:

111 LONG MATTE SHOT -SLATE QUARRY -LATE AFTERNOON 111

Fibrerock products are stacked up everywhere, stretching

away like the inventory in Charles Foster Kane's

warehouse.

We see everything from Fibrerock bricks to Fibrerock

table lamps to Fibrerock toilets. MUSIC OUT.

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112 CLOSER -QUARRY YARD 112

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