The Flintstones Page #14
- PG
- Year:
- 1994
- 91 min
- 1,466 Views
shudders --and shakes out a Fibre statue of... Fred!
154 BELOW 154
The real Fred, moving stiffly like a robot, is getting
to his feet when his Fibre doppleganger slams him to the
mat again! A moment later, another "Fred" drops down
beside him.
155 PILTDOWN 155
Has descended the ladder, hopping mad. Now, he sees
Fred coming toward him... Piltdown breaks a big lever off
the equipment, swings --reacts astonished as "FRED"
SHATTERS.
156 FRED 156
Back down the line, he's seen this. His clay-caked
Adam's apple gulps. Quickly, he turns and tries to
"tip-toe" away --then, with a CREAK and CRUNCH --the
clay and Fibre all over him solidifies! Desperate, he
tries to move... can't!
71.
157 PILTDOWN 157
Watches, confused, as dozens of Fred Flintstones chug
towards him on the belt. He shrugs, smashes the next
one in line. Another phoney. He smashes the next one...
CUT TO:
Dodging Pyrite's renewed attack. Now, Barney becomes
aware of the activated assembly line. Getting an idea,
he moves behind an inspection table, grabs a big rubber
stamp.
Pyrite comes around the corner... Barney's head butts him
in the gut, dodges under his legs! Then, as Pyrite
stumbles, Barney stamps his ass with the word "REJECT."
Pyrite looks back, sees this, reddens... raises his club.
PYRITE:
Reject, huh? Whaddya say we
reject your head?
He raises the club... when an alligator swings down and
grabs him by the seat of his pants! Pyrite drops the
club, howls -
159 WIDER 159
The alligator crane swings him away and over a big bin
marked REJECTS --and drops him.
Howling, Pyrite falls into a big bin of broken and
defective Fibrerock goods.
160 BARNEY 160
Chuckles to himself... and then looks down, reacts.
CAMERA ADJUSTS and we see that Piltdown has smashed yet
another of the duplicate Freds.
Worried, Barney looks around, sees that he's just above
the Fibrefoam chute. Without another thought, he jumps
into it --slides downward like a passenger on the
Magerock Mountain Log Flume ride -
161 BELOW 161
Piltdown is about to swing at the real Fred --when
Barney sails out of the end of the chute and slams into
him and Fred! All three of them roll across the floor
towards -
72.
162 THE END OF THE BUILDING 162
where a squad of policemen has just appeared --led by a
dripping wet Feldspar and Gravel!
All right!
FELDSPAR:
You're all under arr --
Wham! Barney, Fred and Piltdown roll right into the
cops, who go flying like (what else?) tenpins, complete
with appropriate sound.
BARNEY:
(sitting up)
Whattya know. Even got the spare
again...
Then he gasps as he looks over at Fred, whose head has
just fallen off!
Pause. Fred's real head slowly pokes up out of the clay
and Fibre shoulders. Before he can extricate himself
further, Feldspar and his men are dragging them out of
the building.
CUT TO:
163 INT. BEDROCK POLICE STATION -NIGHT 163
Wooden bars delineate the holding cells. "Wanted"
posters of stone are hanging on the walls.
As we watch, the contrite buffalos are bailed out by
friends and relations. Wilma and Betty are just now
clunking down stone money on the night sergeant's desk.
BETTY:
Barney, I don't understand... what
came over you boys?
EXITING BUFFALO:
'Night, Barney.
(to Fred)
So long, fatso.
BUFFALO #2
See ya, Barn.
(pause)
Flintstone, you're dead meat.
'Night, pal.
BUFFALO #2
'Night, slimeball.
WILMA:
Fred, is there something you want
to tell me about the lodge meeting?
(CONTINUED)
73.
163 CONTINUED:
163FRED:
Besides, who cares about a bunch
of jerks running around with furs
on their heads? I'm more of a
country club guy myself anyway...
He goes out, hardly looking at Barney. Wilma and Betty
look at each other, mystified... then Wilma follows Fred
out, puzzled.
164 EXT. POLICE STATION -NIGHT 164
Lava stands in the shadows beside his Porscherock.
Piltdown and Pyrite are with him. In the b.g., Fred and
Wilma drive away.
LAVA:
A simple little heist --I gave
you everything but the keys and
you blew it -PILTDOWN
Hey, we got the union guys to
break in and create a distraction,
didn't we? Who knew Flintstone
and Rubble would show up, too?
LAVA:
The day after Slate City opens
there's going to be an audit. If
the stuff isn't gone by then we'll
Bronze Age.
PYRITE:
Don't worry, Mister Lava... we're
on top of it.
They both turn and start down an alley... jamming
together as they do. Lava sighs... then jumps as Barney
comes up behind him and taps him on the shoulder.
BARNEY:
Excuse me, Mister Lava --? I
think you oughta know... something
could be wrong with the Fibrerock
mix.
LAVA:
(thrown)
How do you know that?
(recovering)
I mean... ah, why do you say that?
(CONTINUED)
74.
164 CONTINUED:
164BARNEY:
It tastes different.
LAVA:
Tastes... different?
BARNEY:
Yup. See, ever since I started
with Fibrerock --I mean, since
me and Fred started with it, I
always take a little taste of the
Fibre foam. And tonight's batch,
well... I didn't get much of it,
(smacking his lips)
Can't fool the old taste buds,
heh-heh. I think there might be
an ingredient missing. So
tomorrow, I'll run a couple of
tests and stuff -
LAVA:
Rubble, Rubble! We're fighting a
deadline to finish Slate City...
and we're not pulling the plug on
production to satisfy your
tastebuds! If you ask me, you
and your tastebuds are overworked
... overwrought... how long have
you been with us, anyway?
BARNEY:
Nine days, Mister Lava.
LAVA:
Jumping Jurrasic, no wonder you're
so run down.
He puts his arm around Barney, leads him towards the
LAVA:
I'm authorizing a nice vacation
for you, Rubble. Starting
tomorrow. You can catch some rays,
maybe invent something... hey,
how about Fibrerock, the sequel,
part II --?
BARNEY:
But -
LAVA:
No, don't try and thank me.
CUT TO:
75.
165 INT. SLATE'S OFFICE -DAY 165
Slate and Lava are examining a newer and larger model of
Slate City. It's even more grandiose than its
predecessor. Now the housing development has two huge
office buildings beside it, and then a convention center
beyond that.
LAVA:
... As you can see, the Fibrerock
is so light we're using it for
construction, for furnishings...
for everything. You can't stack
a two-bedroom cave this high...
but the sky's the limit with
Fibrerock!
SLATE:
'Sky's the limit'... 'sky's the
limit'... why, these two buildings,
they... they practically scrape
the sky! We should call them...
Slate scrapers!
LAVA:
That's brilliant, Unc... Mister
Slate. In fact, maybe you can
help me with the centerpiece of
the complex...
(indicating the
convention center)
... I wanna call 'em the
FibreSphere and the '____'
something Needle... but I just
can't...
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