The Flintstones Page #16

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BETTY:

I don't know why you want to go

to this thing... after the way

Fred's been treating you lately -BARNEY

Fred's in a high-powered

executive job, Betty. There's a

lot of pressure on him.

BETTY:

Yeah... and it's all around his

belt. If it wasn't for poor Wilma

I wouldn't give him the Geological

Time -BARNEY

Trust me, Betty. After the

Fibrerock debut, he'll be the same

old Fred.

Both react to the sound of HAMMERING and SAWING.

Curious, they go out the sliding bedroom door into the

yard and see -180

THEIR POV -THE FENCE 180

The television crew has just finished nailing boards up

over the top of the fence. Now the big potted plants

are dropped into place. With each hammer stroke or thud

a little more of the late afternoon sun is shut off

until Barney and Betty are in shadow.

Finally a canvas tarp is tossed as gracefully as pizza

dough, sails into the Rubble yard and covers their bird

bath. One last stray end lands on Barney's head.

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181 QUICK CUTS -FLINTSTONE YARD -ANGLE ON "KLEIG LIGHTS" 181

Inside each one, a little BIRD in hardhat and smoked

visor lights up the arc, gets knocked on his butt when

it catches.

BIRD:

(slowly getting up)

I've heard of a flash in the pan,

but this is ridiculous...

182 ON DINO 182

He's squirming uncomfortably under the attentions of two

crew members who are busy with scissors and combs and

brushes.

(CONTINUED)

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Finally, they're done and leave him.

He has been cut and trimmed like a French poodle. He

gets a glimpse of himself in the swimming pool and freaks

out. Then he arches his back, shakes out the hairstyle.

183 CLOSER ON ROCKIN' LEACH 183

The MAIN TITLE of the show can be heard O.S.

ANNOUNCER (O.S.)

And now... the man who brings you

the romance and excitement you

crave... from the casinos of

Monte Carlrock to the glamour of

Hollyrock, here's your guide to

the Rockstyles of the Rich and

Famous, Rockin' Leach!

Leach takes his cue from the director -

LEACH:

(INTO CAMERA)

Good evening. Tonight we come

to you live from the ah... charming

pied a terre of the man of the

'our, Fred Flintstone -

Leach pauses, hearing the sound of someone CHIPPING AWAY

at a stone tablet... he looks up at -

184 HIS POV -FRED 184

He has just carved "FREDERICK" into a stone cue card

and points to it.

185 BACK TO SCENE 185

LEACH:

'Ere we are at the 'ome of

Bedrock's man o' the 'our,

Frederick Flint-

More CHIPPING. Leach looks up and sees:

186 HIS POV -FRED 186

Now he's carved something grander. Leach sighs, goes

on.

LEACH:

'Ere we are at the fabulous 'ome

of Bedrock's man o' the 'our,

Frederick von Flintstone -

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187 NEAR THE HOUSE 187

Barney and Betty appear, Bam-Bam in tow. They come out

into the yard. Betty waves at Wilma, who comes over,

whispers.

WILMA:

Thank heaven. There isn't one

person I know here.

BARNEY:

You mean beside Fred?

WILMA:

I mean including Fred.

They look over at -188

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Where Leach has pulled Fred on camera. Fred is posing,

fluffing his ascot, etc. We notice a "FVF" embroidered

patch on his jacket.

LEACH:

Frederick, of course, is the man

behind Fibrerock --the invention

that some predict will

revolutionize life in the future.

Frederick, 'ow does it feel to

know that you 'ave personally

brought the Stone Age as we know

it to a long-deserved end?

FRED:

(very affected accent)

Well, Rockin', you're right, I

have affected destiny for all

mankind, and it's a sobering

thought. However, if I may add a

personal note at this time, I

myself cannot personally take

all the credit for Fibrerock...

189 WILMA, BARNEY, BETTY 189

react with hopeful expressions -See?

BARNEY:

(sotto, to them)

What'd I tell ya?

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FRED:

No, I could never have done it

without the inspiration and

support of a very special person.

I'm speaking, of course, of my

close friend and associate,

Mister Slate, founder and C.E.O.

of Slate Construction...

191 WILMA, BARNEY, BETTY 191

Barney's face falls. So do Wilma and Betty's.

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192 EXT. SLATE CITY -NIGHT 192

Slate City! In the far future, Manhattan will have New

Jersey... Philadelphia will have Levittown... L.A. will

have Burbank... but today Bedrock has... Slate City!

193 CLOSE ON "SLATE NEEDLE" AND FIBRESPHERE 193

Both decorated in pennants and bunting, connected to each

other by a gangway six stories up. Block letters on the

Fibresphere proclaim "Slate Construction brings you THE

WONDERFUL WORLD OF FIBRE." A heroic statue of Slate

himself stands close by the structures. (Sphere and

needle, of course, are dead on parodies of the Trylon

and Perisphere, centerpieces of the '39 World's Fair.)

A limousine pedaled by two chauffeurs pulls up. Mr. and

Mrs. Slate and Lava, and Lava's son, POINDEXTER, get out.

It is immediately evident that the little obnoxious acorn

hasn't fallen far from the tree.

POINDEXTER:

Wow! Is this ever keen! Dad, you

promise I can cut in all the lines?

LAVA:

Of course, Poindexter, of course.

They head for the mastodon and pully-powered elevator.

Standing there are Piltdown and Pyrite, both in security

guard uniforms. (Piltdown is carrying a vaguely-familiar

satchel). Lava gives them a big look. They nod. As

the elevator rises, his two cronies duck into a stairwell

marked "NO ADMITTANCE."

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194 RESUME -FLINTSTONE HOUSE 194

The party is in full swing.

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We see Pebbles and Bam-Bam squirming uncomfortably in

their party clothes. They take some canapes off of a

table, take a bite... spit them out.

195 FRED 195

Stands beaming, nodding to his guests.

FRED:

Hello, hello. Bon soir. Good to

see ya... glad you could make it...

GUEST:

(unconvincingly)

Hello, Frank...

FRED:

Fred --there's the bar, make

yourself at home --mi casa es

votre casa, so, when in Rome and

all that -WILMA

(coming over)

Fred, can I talk to you --?

Fred? Fred?

(concerned)

We have a serious problem with

Betty and Barney.

FRED:

(alarmed)

You mean you can see their

house --?

WILMA:

(exasperated)

I mean you're treating them

horribly! What's come over you,

Fred? Does a little money mean so

much to you that you just turn

your back on the things that

really count?

FRED:

Wilma, I'm shocked. I wouldn't do

that. Okay, I admit it: I'm

trying to make an impression here,

I wanna look good, I wanna be a

success...

He takes her hand, looks into her eyes.

Wilma's face softens.

For a moment,

(CONTINUED)

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