The Flintstones Page #6

PILTDOWN:

(leaping down)

You've been asking for this,

Flintstone... I'm gonna kick your

fat butt -

FRED:

Fat butt? Hold me back, Barney -(

sotto, very sincere)

--Barney, hold me back -

Quickly the men form a circle around Piltdown and Fred.

Barney looks up and sees -

55 THE CRANE ON THE DINO'S BACK 55

It is shuddering and threatening to come crashing down.

56 BACK TO SCENE 56

BARNEY:

Hey, maybe you guys oughta fix

that first.

PILTDOWN:

Why should we?

(CONTINUED)

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BARNEY:

It looks dangerous. Besides, you

can kick Fred's fat butt anytime.

FRED:

Yeah. That's right.

(realizing, a glare

at Barney)

I mean --this ain't over, Piltdown.

(turning, shouting)

Come on, guys. Let's clean up the

mess.

With much grumbling, ropes and grappling hooks are

gathered and the crew hops to it...

57 INT. SLATE'S OFFICE -SAME TIME 57

Slate stands in a blubbering fury as Lava mops coffee up

from the model and Slate's face.

Bankrupt?

SLATE:

Are you crazy?

Lava holds up a clay tablet covered with figures.

LAVA:

It's all here in hack and slice.

When you committed to this housing

development the price of dino kibble

was a few clams per ton. Since then,

it's gone up a hundredfold.

(indicating the model)

You can't build a project like this

without the heavy equipment dinos,

and we can't afford to feed those

dinos.

Slate glowers, paces around the model.

SLATE:

I'm two months behind schedule, my

option's running out on the land

and Donald Trumprock is just waiting

to jump in and steal the whole deal

... meanwhile that damn union's on

my back, hell, they'll probably want

an eighty hour week or something...

(frustrated)

There's got to be an answer...

A LOUD COMMOTION outside the window attracts everyone's

attention.

(CONTINUED)

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SLATE:

What's that?

LAVA:

(worried)

Sounds like a worker's comp claim

if I ever heard one...

All rush to the window. They look out and see -

58 THE QUARRY -WIDE 58

Supervised by Fred, all the workers are straining on the

ropes to haul the rear legs of the crane back into their

sockets on the back of the big dino. Only the last

critical rope is still dangling.

FRED:

Barney! Grab that line! Hurry!

Barney scrambles up Fred's back, shoving a foot in Fred's

face, but finally snatching the rope. He pulls on it...

Fred throws his own weight into the effort...

59 THE CRANE 59

THUDS into place on the dino's back --the workers cheer -

60 THE WRECKING BALL 60

alas, with its cable now twisted shorter, it's become an

immovable object, and as the shortened CABLE SNAPS, the

wrecking ball begins to roll down the quarry wall.

61 NEW ANGLE 61

Men and ANIMALS YELP and dive out of the way as the BALL

rolls downwards, SMASHING everything in its path.

62 EXT. SLATE'S OFFICE WINDOW 62

The executives watch concerned as -

63 THE WRECKING BALL 63

tumbles down, down, knocking scaffolding and ladders

aside, reaches the end of a ramp, and drops through the

air right onto -

64 THE HOOD OF FRED'S CAR 64

--where, astonishingly, the HOOD sinks in resiliently

like a trampoline and then with a loud "SPROING" the

wrecking ball flies straight back up into the air,

followed a beat behind by the unhinged hood itself.

Both hurtle TOWARDS the CAMERA -

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65 SLATE AND EXECUTIVES 65

react fearfully as they realize all this is coming

straight for them. With a howl, they all dive aside -

66 INT. SLATE'S OFFICE -WIDER -DAY 66

The wrecking BALL flies through the window, SLAMS onto

Slate's desk, crushing everything in its path and then

sails on SMASHING right into -

67 THE MODEL DEVELOPMENT 67

--where all of the lined up HIGH RISES SMASH ASIDE with

a sound like falling pins.

68 IN THE QUARRY 68

The workers pick themselves up and now their eyes follow

the path taken by the long-gone wrecking ball.

FRED:

Oh boy. Goodbye pension fund -

They rush for the office building.

69 INT. SLATE'S OFFICE -DAY 69

Dust is still settling. The staff rises from the mess,

coughing. Lava rummages in the debris, finds a stiff

body.

LAVA:

Uncle, Uncle, speak to me -

But it's only a statue of a golfer from one of Slate's

trophies.

SLATE:

(sitting up)

I'm over here, you moron --and

don't call me 'Uncle'!

Slate's eyes fall on Fred's car hood, swinging from a

bookshelf. He reaches for it --pulls it --it stays

put, and only releases a new deluge of rubble and plaster

which reburies him. At the same time, the door slams

open and Fred, Barney and the other workers tumble inside.

70 THEIR POV -OFFICE 70

As they take in the destruction. Barney notices the

wrecking ball amidst the model buildings. As we watch,

the last remaining little HIGH RISE FALLS.

(CONTINUED)

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BARNEY:

Hey, nice going, Fred. You even

got the spare -

FRED:

Barney, shut up -

(turning)

Mr. Slate --Mr. Slate --are you

all right?

Slate staggers to his feet, seething with fury. He

finally yanks the car hood free. It bounces and VIBRATES

in his hands like a hand saw.

SLATE:

(eying the men)

For five years Slate Construction

has had the finest safety record

in Bedrock.

(pacing, angry)

Our workers are trained in first

aid, our equipment is first rate

and our dinos are worm free. And

then something like this happens

... I want to know how!

A cacophony of voices starts to answer.

SLATE:

Shut up!

(in the sudden silence)

I want one person to answer me:

(waving the car hood)

Who's responsible for this?

71 PILTDOWN 71

nudges the wrecking ball off the edge of the table. It

falls on Fred's foot. Fred starts to scream and Piltdown

shoves a pencil holder into his mouth.

PILTDOWN:

(quickly)

It was Flintstone, Mr. Slate!

PYRITE:

That's right, Mr. Slate, it was

Flintstone!

BARNEY:

That's a lie, Mr. Slate!

SLATE:

Who are you?

(CONTINUED)

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BARNEY:

(pointing to his forms)

B. Rubble. White male personal

reference -SLATE

(pushing Barney aside)

Flintstone, I have just one thing

to say to you -

Fred cringes. Piltdown and Pyrite smirk.

SLATE:

(pumping his hand)

Congratulations!

FRED PILTDOWN:

Huh? What?

SLATE:

This stuff you had on your car is

the most incredible building

material I've seen in thirty years

in the construction business!

(testing it)

It's strong -(

twirling it)

--Light -(

bending it)

--Resilient -

It rebounds, "SPROINGING" him on the chin. He recovers,

shakes it off.

SLATE:

Where on earth did you get it?

FRED:

Oh, it's ah, just something I

whipped up in the old garage

workshop -

(quickly)

--with a little help from my

buddy Barney, right, Barn?

BARNEY:

Well, actually, Fred, it was the

other way ar-

Fred hisses between his teeth, repeats the "Slate and me

are just like this" gesture he made earlier, points at

Slate.

(CONTINUED)

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