The Flintstones Page #13
- PG
- Year:
- 1994
- 91 min
- 1,466 Views
PILTDOWN:
Okay! Let's start with Slate's
golf trophies and work our way
up to the assembly line!
AD LIB angry cheers, and the mob storms into the plant,
knocking aside equipment and supplies.
134 IN CAR -FRED AND BARNEY -NIGHT 134
Both pedaling like mad.
(CONTINUED)
66.
134 CONTINUED:
134FRED:
I don't believe this... how did
things ever get this out of
hand --?
BARNEY:
I know. Makes you wish things
were back the way they were...
before we was big executives.
FRED:
Well, I wouldn't go that far...
Suddenly they're interrupted by the sound of a SIREN.
Fred looks back and sees -
Coming up from rear. Feldspar grabs his megaphone as he
pulls abreast of Fred.
FELDSPAR:
Flintstone! Pull over!
FRED:
Oh, no, not now...
Feldspar signals Fred onto the shoulder. Fred smiles,
nods...
He slams them down through the floorboard -
137 WIDER 137
Fred's CAR SKIDS, spins out, whirling around like a
record on a turntable. It jerks to a halt 180 degrees
later, and then ROARS off in the opposite direction.
138 FELDSPAR 138
So astonished he follows this action with his head... a
bad move because -
GRAVEL:
Sarge! Look out --!
The patrol CAR runs off the road, CRASHING into a stone
fire hydrant. Water squirts into the air. Feldspar and
Gravel are drenched. They're just coming to their senses
when the ground heaves --the car's front wheels rise -
67.
As we see that the water spout is actually coming from
the blowhole of a whale which now sticks a bit of its
head up from under the broken curb.
WHALE:
I'm gonna sue you for everything
you got -
CUT TO:
Led by Piltdown, the workers have grabbed a big timber
which they're using like a battering ram on the doors of
the assembly line building. Suddenly, with a crash, the
doors go down! Piltdown and Pyrite stand back while the
angry workers rush past them.
PILTDOWN:
(loudly)
Now we'll show 'em who's boss!
PYRITE:
They can't push us around!
Piltdown and Pyrite smash a few items to get everybody
juiced up, and then... when no one is looking...
... they slip out the back!
Fred pulls into the lot, slams his feet down to stop -we
hear SKIDDING --they fishtail all over, slam right
through a storage area for crates and barrels which
collapse all around them.
Finally they slam broadside into the main Quarry building,
knocking a hole in the wall.
Fred and Barney cough in the rising dust. Neither one of
them sees what we see, which is that visible in the hole
in the wall is the Slate Company's granite-doored safe...
... and right beside it is the Xenosaurus, which now
jumps up, startled, dropping a crowbar and a big hand
drill.
Recovering its composure, the Xenosaurus grabs up the
tools as well as a big canvas bag and tiptoes away,
vanishing just as our heroes stir.
(CONTINUED)
68.
143 CONTINUED:
143FRED:
(double-taking)
Barn! Did you see that --?
(peering through
the dust)
--Huh, now it's gone... I
coulda sworn...
BARNEY:
Come on Fred. Time to earn those
big bucks.
They rush into the plant.
144 INT. ASSEMBLY LINE -NIGHT 144
As the workers continue their rampage, Piltdown and
Pyrite reappear.
PYRITE:
Darn that Flintstone and Rubble...
they're gonna screw everything
up...
PILTDOWN:
Not if we give 'em a nice long
vacation... in the hospital.
Saying this, he grips tightly on a wrench. Then some
rampaging workers rush by. Piltdown gives them an encouraging
cheer, and then he and Pyrite lead them up some
stairs to the assembly line catwalk. There, Pyrite
begins SMASHING some LIGHT FIXTURES with a club, while
Piltdown uses brute strength to snap big support beams
which he flings below.
145 CLOSE -PYRITE 145
Winds up for another baseball-type swing --but as he
follows through, the ball-shaped light fixture jerks up
on its cable. Unable to stop in time, Pyrite spins
around, falls on his ass.
Barney drops down INTO VIEW, hanging horizontally from
the rafters. He's holding the light fixture with his
free hand.
BARNEY:
Stee-rike one! Heh-hey. Ready
for a curve ball?
Pyrite doesn't have a sense of humor; club in hand,
he jumps up, starts chasing Barney through the rafters.
69.
146 PILTDOWN 146
Spits on his hand, grabs another big beam. He pulls down
on it... but it doesn't snap, it goes right up again.
Puzzled, he pulls down on it again... there's another
see-saw motion...
... This time Piltdown goes with the flow, pushes up and
peers under the beam...
Fred is hanging on the other end.
FRED:
Brother Piltdown... can we talk
about this, antler to antler?
Piltdown roars, begins slamming the girder up and down.
FRED:
Guess not...
Fred inches down the shuddering beam, jumps off. Freed
of Fred's weight, the other end "BOINGS" down on
Piltdown's head. He groans, recovers in time to chase
after Fred.
Square off in the rafters.
BARNEY:
Give me your best shot.
Pyrite swings. Barney ducks and Pyrite SMASHES a WINDOW
pane. Barney dodges again and the same thing happens.
Getting cocky, Barney does it one more time...
... but this time the window is hinged in the center and
the swivel action after the hit whaps Barney on the back
and knocks him into Pyrite's next blow.
149 FRED 149
Is backpedaling away from Piltdown on the upper superstructure
of the assembly line. Fred scrapes one foot in
an arc in front of him.
FRED:
Dare you to cross that line.
Piltdown crosses it.
FRED:
That line.
(CONTINUED)
70.
149 CONTINUED:
149Piltdown crosses it. Fred "marks" another one. Piltdown
doesn't even wait for the challenge, takes a giant step.
Oops. Bad idea:
The last "line" was at the edge of astraight drop! Piltdown yelps, "treads air" in the best
cartoon manner --and then desperately grabs a handful of
Fred's clothing! Both men fall --at the last minute
Piltdown catches a ladder!
Fred lands with a thud right in the clay mold used to
form the Fibre products! Worse, the impact arouses the
goatasauruses out of their sleep. Dutifully, they rise,
and then ram both sides of the mold just as Fred is
struggling to his feet! Fred's yell is muffled by the
clay.
151 OTHER ASSEMBLY LINE ANIMALS 151
Aroused by the "start up" of the assembly line, they do
their job. Fibre foam begins to chug down the trough:
The alligator crane picks up the mold, shakes it.
152 FRED 152
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