The Flintstones Page #5
- PG
- Year:
- 1994
- 91 min
- 1,466 Views
MRS. SLATE
(oblivious of the
trouble)
Morris, while you're at it, I'd
like it plucked -
(CONTINUED)
21.
40 CONTINUED:
40Suddenly the chickensaurus snaps the ropes, flaps its
wings and leaps through the front window -
The huge bird lands with a crunch atop Mrs. Slate's car,
which is practically squashed flat. Then it disappears
around the corner. (We hear CAR HORNS and SKIDDING TIRES
as it goes.)
MRS. SLATE
My car --!
Wilma and Betty try and hide their laughter.
CUT TO:
43 EXT. SLATE CONSTRUCTION -DAY 43
Clouds of dust rise from behind the fence. We see the
heads of the heavy equipment dinos rising and falling.
A two-story office building is at one end of the site
with a big "Slate Construction Inc." sign on the roof.
CAMERA ADJUSTS as Fred's car turns into the lot, Barney
seated beside Fred. The new green hood gleams in the
morning light.
Fred digs his feet into the ground, slams to a halt. He
gets out, surveys the activity. Immediately, the various
workers shout AD LIB greetings. Fred acknowledges these,
beaming in the respect he gets here.
He lovingly dusts off his construction helmet, puts it on,
knocks an offending speck from his parking sign (F.
Flintstone -Shop Steward). He leads Barney towards the
quarry area.
FRED:
Barney, you won't regret this -
hiya, Al --fixing dents in cars
is one thing, a career's another.
Here, you're getting in on the
ground floor of the first footstep
of a new leaf --hi, Wally, how's
the old backhand? And with a guy
like me ta show you the ropes, you
can skip all the red tape, all the
malarky, all the dino doo -
22.
Fred stands near the weight station booth, where a plump
GIRL in a beehive hairdo sits inside a trailer.
GIRL:
(New York accent)
Hi, Mr. Flintstone.
FRED:
Hiya, Shirley. This is my very
special neighbor and pal Barney
Rubble. He needs an application
form, okay?
GIRL:
Anything for you, Mr. Flintstone.
She slams down two clay tablets and a stylus.
GIRL:
Here you go.
(smiling)
Thanks again for the football tickets.
My boyfriend and I both liked them.
FRED:
My pleasure, Shirl. Anytime.
GIRL:
Okay. But do you think next time
we could go to the same game?
FRED:
(confidently)
No problem.
Fred smiles at her, hands the forms to Barney. Fres steps
towards the quarry, admires the activity, hands on hips,
master of all he surveys. He waves to more friends.
FRED:
Well, Barn, what did I tell you?
When you're in with Flintstone,
you're in like Flint.
BARNEY:
Gee, Fred. I knew you were a big
shot. I just didn't know how big.
Fred beams at that, and then follows Barney's gaze to
the read-out on the truck scale. Fred is standing on it
and it's pushing 250. With a scowl, Fred grabs Barney's
sleeve and they go into the quarry. As they move, the
CAMERA PANS and CRANES UP TOWARDS the window of the
Slate Construction Office.
CUT TO:
23.
46 INT. OFFICE -PULLBACK FROM WINDOW 46
The room here is dominated by a tabletop architectural
model of a large scale construction project. There's
acres of little development houses, then some tall office
buildings, a mall, you name it: There's even little foot-
powered model cars in the model parking spaces.
Near this we see MR. SLATE, a giant in the Bedrock construction
business (but not in height). Slate drinks
coffee from a "Boss" mug, listens with growing impatience
to JERRY LAVA. Several of Slate's lackeys listen, their
heads nodding up or down in sympathy with Slate's mercurial
moods.
LAVA:
Uncle, if you'll look at this unit
cost projection... it intersects
here with -
SLATE:
--how'd you like my fist to
intersect with your nose? I've
told you a hundred times, don't call
me uncle in the office! Now, I didn't
arrange your scholarship to Harvrock
University so you could waste my time!
So stop beating around the bushasaurus
and get to the bottom slime!
LAVA:
You'll be bankrupt in six months.
Slate does a Danny Thomas spit take all over the model.
47 EXT. QUARRY -MOVING SHOT 47
Fred and Barney cross the busy lot, sidestepping workers
and animals. Fred does a lot of backslapping, waving.
Barney's filling out the forms on the move. Behind them,
we see the wide access ramp which spirals around the
quarry's sides.
BARNEY:
(to himself)
Social Security number...
dependents... 'how learned of job'
... newspaper ad, carrier pigeon...
(writing)
... Personal reference...
Hearing a loud SMASH, Fred looks up and sees -
48 FRED'S POV -A WRECKING BALL OPERATOR 48
A burly and rough looking guy named PILTDOWN, he grins inside
his dino-topping cupola, winds his winch handles and
then propels his wrecking ball towards the...
24.
--where the huge stone BALL SMASHES into some walnuts
balanced on a boulder.
50 WIDER 50
Piltdown's compact buddy PYRITE cackles, sweeps up the
walnuts. Munching them, he balances a new one in place.
(It should be noted here that the relationship and physical
appearances of Piltdown and Pyrite mirrors that of
our heroes... they're sort of an anti-Fred and Barney.)
PYRITE:
Way ta go, Pilty baby. Five bucks
says you can't hit one on the fly.
PILTDOWN:
(calling up)
Yer on, Pyrite -
Pyrite tosses a walnut, which bounces on the ledge. The
wrecking BALL SMASHES into the stone wall.
51 BELOW 51
Workers near Fred duck as dust and debris fall down.
People grab for their construction helmets.
FRED:
Not again...
Fred hustles up a ladder to a ramp which leads him up to
the level of Piltdown's cab. Barney hurries to follow.
FRED:
All right, Piltdown, that's enough!
You're endangering your fellow
workers!
PILTDOWN:
Yeah? Sez who?
FRED:
Says me, Fred Flintstone --shop
steward of Amalgamated Neolithic
Workers 101.
PILTDOWN:
Yeah? Well, A.N.W. one-oh-one gives
us workers a snack break. So...
(a nasty grin)
... I'm breakin' some snacks.
He swings the wrecking ball again.
25.
This time he's overdone it: The wrecking ball flies past
the walnuts --Pyrite ducks for cover --and then the
wrecking ball whips over and around the handrail which
runs along here, twisting as tightly as Indiana Jones'
whip. The handrail wobbles dangerously in its
foundation -
53 PILTDOWN'S DINO 53
SNORTS, backs up --the crane SUPPORTS on its back begin
to CREAK and GROAN with the strain -
54 WIDER 54
Workers scatter, fearful of the imminent collapse. Fred
runs to grab the dino's reins.
FRED:
Whoa, whoa, big fella -
He calms the beast by giving it a carrot. As it munches,
Fred quickly ties the reins to a post.
FRED:
(calling up to the cab)
You're on report, Piltdown! If it's
up to me you'll be pushing a
wheelbarrow!
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