The Ice Storm Page #2
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- Year:
- 1997
- 112 min
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PAUL:
No more man. I'm about to drop as
it is.
FRANCIS:
See ya.
PAUL:
Where you going?
FRANCIS:
Paul, let me enlighten you about
something.
You and I exist on two opposite
sides of a great existential
divide, that being your pathetic
virginity on the one hand and my
astonishing number of sexual
conquests on the other. I'm off to
get laid. See you.
PAUL:
Flame on, a**hole.
FRANCIS:
And remember, with your erogenous
zones lubricated as such with the
mighty herb, do not attempt
terrestrial contact with members of
the opposite sex -- because you
drone on like a motherf***er when
you're stoned.
He waves his fingers toward Paul's eyes, in the classic
"stoned" gesture, then wanders off.
Paul looks on at the gathering. Marge waves to him from the
dance floor.
LATER:
INT. SCHOOL PARTY. CONT'D
Paul wanders, stoned, through the party. He sees Libbets from
across the room. She seems to be surrounded by friends.
INT. PARTY. CONT'D
Paul has cornered Libbets and is talking over the music.
There are just a few people left, most of them making out
with each other.
PAUL:
(stoned)
-- because I've been reading
Kerouac and Ginsberg and those guys
were creating beat culture and
traveling and sleeping wherever,
and, of course, with all kinds of
people, but when you read carefully
the various contemporary accounts
of their lives, and, uh, these guys
didn't bathe much, I mean they were
really filthy, with like genital
crabs, lice, exceptionally strong
body odor...
Libbets smiles through her yawn.
EXT. SCHOOL BENCH. NIGHT
Paul sits alone on the bench, freezing cold, eating a donut.
Some kids from across the lawn yell good-night to him.
INT. DORM ROOM. EVENING.
Paul is at his desk. Francis enters, wrapped in a towel,
fresh from the shower.
PAUL:
How can you do that man?
FRANCIS:
Do what?
PAUL:
Sleep all day. I mean, look, it's
already getting dark outside, and
you're just getting up.
FRANCIS:
(beat)
Um, Libbets Casey.
PAUL:
What?
FRANCIS:
PAUL:
What do you mean?
FRANCIS:
Am I right or am I right?
PAUL:
Sh*t. You're not planning --
FRANCIS:
My man, I speak to you solely as a
comrade in arms offering
unconditional aid. I've been giving
this one a lot of thought, and I
believe that the two of you
together might just reach that
higher ground that --
A knock at the door.
STUDENT (O.S.)
Hood, telephone.
Paul rolls off his bed, opens the door.
PAUL:
Don't mess with Libbets. I mean it!
INT. DORM HALLWAY. NIGHT
Paul walks to the pay phone at the end of the hall.
PAUL:
Hello?
INTERCUT - HOOD HOUSEHOLD. NIGHT
It's a modern (shag carpet, geometric-patterned wallpaper,
etc.) suburban house.
Ben Hood talks on the phone, a drink in his hand.
BEN:
Paul?
In the background, we can see Wendy watching Richard Nixon on
TV.
PAUL:
Hi dad.
BEN:
Hey guy. Things ok up there? You
all right?
PAUL:
I'm fine dad.
BEN:
Well good. Just confirming. You'll
be on the 3:
50 Wednesday afternoon.PAUL:
Well dad, actually I thought I'd
Thanksgiving -- got a lot of
studying, papers, you know, lab
experiments --
BEN:
Lab experiments? Right smart guy --
Paul, you know your mother's gonna
be disappointed not to see more of
you -- In fact, let me make this
more than a simple request guy, I
think you should...
IN THE BACKGROUND:
NIXON:
(on TV, from San Clemente
press conference)
Well, with regard to the questions
as to why Americans feel we were
wrong to make the tapes, that is
not particularly surprising. I
think that most Americans do not
like the idea of taping
conversations and, frankly, it is
not something that particularly
appeals to me...
BEN:
Hold on for a second.
(turning)
Wendy, you want-to say hi to your
brother?
She frowns.
BEN (CONT'D)
Come on!
She gets up sullenly and goes to the phone.
WENDY:
Charles.
PAUL:
Charles. Have you been keeping out
of my sh*t? Have you refrained from
entering the sacred precincts of my
room?
WENDY:
I have not touched your sh--
(looks at father)
Stuff. You watching this?
PAUL:
Watching what?
WENDY:
Nixon, doofus! It's incredible. He
should be shot.
BEN:
(overhearing)
Hey, that's the president of the
goddam United States you're talking
about, Wendy!
From the kitchen, Elena overhears. She's dressed to go out,
but in the process of making a Kraft macaroni and cheese
dinner for Wendy.
WENDY:
He's a liar!
(still talking more to her
father than into the
phone)
Dean told him on March 21st about
Kalmback and Hunt, all about the
payoffs to the Watergate burglars,
so you tell me where the so-called
"Dean Report" is, but you can't
because it doesn't exist, because
Erlichman and the April 17 tape,
that's why! Liar!
Ben retreats, going to the wet bar to pour another drink.
BEN:
(muttering)
OK, OK, the defense rests.
(to Elena in the kitchen)
Want another?
ELENA (O.S.)
No thank you. We should be off.
BEN:
Gotcha.
He puts the bottle back down without pouring.
PAUL:
(on the phone)
Hey Charles. Charles, calm down --
I wasn't in on it.
Elena, putting on her coat, comes into the den and gives
Wendy a kiss on the forehead as Wendy mumbles her good-byes
to Paul on the phone.
ELENA:
Dinner's on the counter. We'll be
at the Williams's -- you know the
number.
(takes the phone from
Wendy)
Paul. Hi. Is there anything you'll
want, any particular kind of food
or snack or anything we can stock
up on?... You're all right? ... OK.
See you next week. I love you.
Back to Nixon on the TV.
NIXON:
We must recognize that one excess
begets another, and that the
extremes of violence in the 1960s
contributed to the extremes of
Watergate...
On Wendy as she regards the TV, hearing her parents'
farewells as they leave through the front door.
EXT. WILLIAMS HOUSE. NIGHT
A large New England Colonial, with a few modern additions and
touches. We hear the sound of dinner chatter.
INT. WILLIAMS DINING ROOM. NIGHT
The kitchen door swings open into the dining room, and Mikey
and Sandy Williams emerge, each holding platters of food.
Mikey, 15-and-a-half, lost in space, and Sandy, 14, a sullen
and barely pubescent boy, each have towels draped over their
forearms -- they are the evening's "waiters".
They move unsteadily to the table, at which sit their parents
Janey (38, a hard-edged, sharp-witted beauty) and Jim (43,
large and a bit goofy, a genius inventor), together with
their guests, Ben and Elena Hood, and neighbors Dorothy and
Ted Franklin.
We jump cut through the evening's conversations, seen mostly
from the furtive POV's of the boys.
BEN:
His brother came back --
DOROTHY:
From where?
BEN:
Vietnam.
DOROTHY:
Oh. Are we going to talk about
this, about...?
ELENA:
You should hear. It's very sad, he
was --
JUMP CUT:
Janey is whispering something into Mikey's ear, who returns
to the kitchen.
JIM:
It was a benefit for the ACLU or
something, and Harry Reems himself
was there --
DOROTHY:
The man with the -- from Deep
Throat?
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