The Flintstones Page #17

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FRED:

... But deep down inside, I'm

still the same lovable guy you

married -

(pause)

--Frederick von Flintstone the

third -

WILMA:

Arrrgh --!

She throws up her hands, stalks away.

FRED:

What'd I say?

196 PRODUCTION ASSISTANT 196

Hangs up the sea shell phone, runs over to Leach.

P.A.

That was our location guy at Slate

City. They just moved the ribbon

cutting up by an hour. Guests are

already starting to arrive.

LEACH:

Fabulous! I've 'ad enough crab meat

and crabgrass to last me a year.

All right, boys, that's a wrap!

197 FRED 197

In the middle of a tight little group which is pigging

out. Fred seems oblivious to the fact that they're

oblivious to him.

FRED:

... Yas, yas, it's a challenging

commodity market these days.

Personally, I'm considering

petrified forests, but they do

say that volcano futures are

ready to explode, ha, ha...

Suddenly Fred notices that his "audience" has evaporated.

He looks around, sees everyone headed for their cars,

the TV crew packing up, etc.

FRED:

... Hey, whoa, what's happening -

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LEACH'S AIDE

What's happening isn't happening

here. The action's over at Slate

City. Oh, thanks for the booze,

Ed -

FRED:

Fred!

He stumbles through the thinning crowd, clutching at

elbows.

FRED:

Hey, what's the hurry? We got a

cake shaped like a piece of

Fibrerock... I got it, how about

some charades? No, even better,

twenty questions: 'Am I animal,

mineral, or fossil'...? Oh, I

heard a great one the other day

... a guy walks in a bar with a

duckasaurus on his head and the

bartender says --this'll kill

you, the bartender says -

Fred stops, running out of steam along with his moment of

glory. He stands alone on the lawn. Wilma slowly comes

up to him.

WILMA:

Fred... I... I'm sorry it's not

working out...

Fred turns, puts on a big smile.

FRED:

Whaddya mean, not working out?

They're goin' party hopping,

that's all. That's what ya do in

society, Wilma... you cruise

around. They'll go over to

Slate's shindig for a while,

then they'll come back here.

WILMA:

Fred...

FRED:

You go on over to Slate City,

okay?

WILMA:

Fred, I want to be here with you -

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FRED:

Nah, me and some of the guys from

the country club, we're gonna play

poker, yeah, big stakes poker

until everybody comes back. Go on

with the others. The kids got

their show to put on anyway... and

I wouldn't want people to think...

to think the Flintstones were

party poopers.

She doesn't know what to say, or what she can say that

won't shatter his shaky image. She sighs, kisses him,

then calls out.

WILMA:

Come on, Pebbles. We're going to

another party.

PEBBLES:

Will there be real food there?

WILMA:

We'll find out together.

She takes the girl's hand and goes to the door, where the

last of Leach's crew is just going out. Suddenly Betty

catches up to her, Bam-Bam in tow.

BETTY:

Wilma, wait. I'm going with you.

WILMA:

Why?

BETTY:

If friends can't do something

stupid, who can?

Wilma smiles, touched.

BETTY:

Besides...

(lowering her voice)

... Maybe if we leave the boys

alone...?

Wilma nods, hopeful.

198 EXT. FLINTSTONE HOUSE -NIGHT 198

The film crew caravan is already leaving as Wilma, Betty

and the kids get into the Rubble car. The last TV crewman

extinguishes the big spotlight. The house is dark,

forlorn in the fading twilight.

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199 REAR OF YARD -NIGHT 199

Fred sits forlorn in the rubble of his party. Dino comes

over, nuzzles his leg.

FRED:

Just you and me now, Dino. Yeah.

That's okay. Man and man's best

friend.

He gives Dino one of the canapes. Dino tastes it, makes

a face, spits it out. DINO runs off, going "PTOOIE" all

the way. We see him run to the corner, jump in Betty's

car and drive away.

200 FRED 200

sighs, looks around, down at his blazer and the "FVF"

patch. He suddenly rips it off in a fury. Then he looks

at -

201 THE WALL IN FRONT OF BARNEY'S PROPERTY 201

202 BACK TO SCENE 202

Fred stares at it, his face slowly darkening. Then he

grabs a lawn chair from the yard, begins to smash it in

a fury against the divider. The wall cracks, splinters;

the potted plants go flying.

203 FRED 203

His anger spent, he stands panting, splattered with

dirt... then he sees -

204 NEW ANGLE -ANOTHER DIRT-COVERED FIGURE 204

--standing in the ruins of the wall. The figure

sneezes, whacks dirt off of itself. It's -

FRED:

(disbelieving)

B... Barney?

BARNEY:

(moving closer)

Hiya, Fred.

(noticing his ruined

tuxedo)

Boy, the rental place is gonna

be mad...

(eyeing the mess)

... You feeling better, pal?

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FRED:

'Pal'? How can you call me that?

Barney, I... I've been such a...

such a... such a...

Creep?

BARNEY:

Well, yeah.

FRED:

But more of a -Fool?

BARNEY:

(helpful tone)

Well -FRED

BARNEY:

Slimeball? Louse? Jackass?

(snapping fingers)

Stuck-up blimpasaurus?

FRED:

(wincing, but

taking it)

Barney... can... can you ever

forgive me for being such a jerk?

BARNEY:

(stepping closer)

Sure, Fred.

(smiling)

I've had lots of practice.

FRED:

(touched)

Aw, Barn...

And he grabs Barney in a big bear hug. Tears in both

their eyes, they slap each other on the back, two

prehistoric sensitive guys.

CUT TO:

205 FIBRESPHERE & SLATE NEEDLE -NIGHT 205

Little cupola cars are chugging around the upper level

of the Fibresphere, where they enter a tunnel-like opening

labeled "THE WORLD OF FIBRE."

Wilma, Betty, the kids and Dino are in one of these.

Now, we FOLLOW them as they chug into -

92.

206 THE FIBRESPHERE "WORLD OF FIBRE" RIDE 206

The cupolas rattle along in Disneyland style, passing a

sign which reads: "FIBREROCK--TRANSFORMING THE HOME."

Here, mechanical figures in an all-Fibre home move

klutzily around the room.

RECORDING (V.O.)

(a la 'The Great

Gildersleeve')

Welcome! Welcome to the fabulous

world of tomorrow... a world

brought to you by Fibrerock!

207 REVERSE ANGLE 207

REVEALING that behind the hollow shells of the human

family is a veritable family of monkeys, all working the

figures like puppets. A PARROT at a stand-mounted

microphone is giving the narration.

PARROT (RECORDING) (V.O.)

Here, we see a typical family of

the future, free of the cares and

worries of today... yes, the great

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