tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27977143959698692052024-03-08T16:50:49.977-08:00The Fugitive Generation (fictional screenplay)Tells fictional story of a former Columbia anti-war student activist's life in the Midwest in 1972--while being sought by the FBI for questioning.b.f.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907592761685745016noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797714395969869205.post-42994047576554198292009-05-11T20:43:00.000-07:002019-02-11T21:42:45.583-08:00The Fugitive Generation (conclusion)<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. INTERSTATE HIGHWAY ENTRANCE—DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jim is standing at the INTERSTATE HIGHWAY ENTRANCE with his duffel bag and guitar case. He has his thumb out. A fancy 1972 car, driven by a short-haired, mustached white man, pulls up beside Jim. CAR DRIVER, 27, is dressed in a suit and tie.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">CAR DRIVER: I’m heading all the way to New York City. Need a ride?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: That’ll help a lot.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">CAR DRIVER: You can put your bag and guitar on the back seat.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Car Driver unlocks the passenger door. Jim puts guitar case and duffel bag on back seat and sits in front passenger seat.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. CAR—DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The car moves along Interstate Highway as Car Driver and Jim converse.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">CAR DRIVER: Where you heading to?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: East. To Philadelphia.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">CAR DRIVER: Why Philadelphia?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: It’s a big city. There might be more work there than in Ann Arbor…Are you from New York City?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">CAR DRIVER: No. I actually live in Providence now. But I have to go to some bull-shit meetings in New York City for a few days.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Car Driver hands Jim book of matches and a joint.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">CAR DRIVER (CONT’D): Let’s smoke a joint.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. CAR—NIGHT</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Car Driver and Jim are both smiling and stoned. CAR DRIVER shares joint with Jim.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">CAR DRIVER: I bet you’d never guess what I do for a living.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jim smiles. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I imagine you’re some kind of a traveling salesman.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Car Driver laughs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">CAR DRIVER: No. I’m not a traveling salesman…I’m an FBI agent.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jim starts coughing. Then he starts to laugh.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: An FBI agent? You’re kidding!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Both the Car Driver and Jim giggle.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">CAR DRIVER: No, it’s true. I thought you’d get a kick out of finding out that you’ve been sharing a joint with an FBI agent.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: How did you end up working for the FBI? Aren’t they a little too straight for you?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">CAR DRIVER: They paid my tuition to go to Harvard. So I’m obligated to work for them for five years after graduation.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Like an indentured servant, huh?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">CAR DRIVER: That’s right. So I’m counting the days until I can quit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: What kind of things do they have you do?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">CAR DRIVER: They use me around college campuses mostly. To bust student drug dealers. I just finished busting the student who was the big dealer in the dorms at Michigan State in Lansing. But now the Bureau wants me to hunt for the Weather fugitives. That’s why I have to go to these bull-shit meetings in New York City.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jim smiles.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Well, I imagine you can have more fun in New York City at night than in Lansing, Michigan, at least.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">CAR DRIVER: Yeah. I guess that’s one way of looking at it. But you don’t get as much free pot when you’re assigned to political cases as you do when you’re busting drug dealers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. INTERSTATE HIGHWAY SERVICE LANE—DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It’s shortly after sunrise. Sign above the service lane has one arrow pointing left under the words: “To New York City.” Another arrow on the sign points under the words: “To Philadelphia.” Jim gets out of the car, carrying his guitar case and duffel bag, and waves goodbye. Car Driver waves back and drives his car towards the highway lane that leads to New York City. Jim takes a deep breath.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. INTERSTATE HIGHWAY ENTRANCE—DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It’s later in the morning. Jim is standing at the Interstate Highway Entrance, in front of a sign which says “To New York City,” his finger out. A used 1968 Volkswagen car, with two women in it, stops. The VOLKSWAGEN PASSENGER, 19, smiles at Jim.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">VOLKSWAGEN PASSENGER: How far do you need to go?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: New York City.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Volkswagen Passenger looks at the VOLKSWAGEN DRIVER, 20, who nods her head.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">VOLKSWAGEN PASSENGER: Hop in!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">She opens the passenger door and gets out. Jim puts his guitar case and duffel bag in the back seat and sits there. The Volkswagen Passenger gets back into the car and shuts the door.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. VOLKSWAGEN CAR—DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Where in New York City do you live?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">VOLKSWAGEN PASSENGER: On the Upper West Side. We both go to Barnard.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jim laughs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I know some people who went to Barnard. I used to go to Columbia.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Volkswagen Passenger laughs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">VOLKSWAGEN PASSENGER: You went to Columbia?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Yeah. In the late Sixties I did. But it seems like that was a very long time ago. Because now we’ve all become a generation of freaks. And a generation of fugitives from the Death Culture. That’s why we’re called “The Fugitive Generation.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. INTERSTATE HIGHWAY—DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Volkswagen car continues moving toward Manhattan.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">FADE OUT:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">THE END</span>b.f.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907592761685745016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797714395969869205.post-73518353167588137832009-05-11T12:10:00.000-07:002019-02-11T21:39:47.035-08:00The Fugitive Generation (xxiv)<span style="font-size: large;">INT. WRITE-ON OFFICE—DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Write-On Supervisor sits behind desk across from Jim.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">WRITE-ON SUPERVISOR: I’m glad you got paid for that dissertation. ‘Cause we decided to shut down our office here. There’s not enough business for us in Ann Arbor year-round to compare to what we earn from the Harvard students in Cambridge.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: That’s too bad. I don’t know what I’ll do to get money here now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">WRITE-ON SUPERVISOR: Move out of Ann Arbor. Go to the West Coast. Or go to the East Coast. Go to Cambridge. The auto plants ain’t hiring in Michigan anymore. So you sure ain’t gonna find work in Michigan these days.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. JIM’S ROOM—DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jim is reading want ad section of newspaper, while sitting on the mattress. There’s a knock on the door. Jim stands up and walks toward door.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Who is it?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">LANDLORD (V.O.): It’s the landlord.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jim opens door. Landlord stands opposite Jim.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">LANDLORD (CONT’D): Do you have the rent for August? This is the second month in a row that you’ve been late on the rent.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I’m having trouble coming up with it this month.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">LANDLORD: Well, if you don’t get it to me by August 31, I want you out of the room by September 1. Understand?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I’ll do my best.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. FAST FOOD RESTAURANT—DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Clean-shaven FAST FOOD RESTAURANT MANAGER looks over Jim’s application inside restaurant, as Jim stands nearby. Then he glances at Jim and shakes his head.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. GROCERY STORY—DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">GROCERY STORE MANAGER shakes his head at Jim.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. BOOKSTORE—DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">BOOKSTORE MANAGER shakes his head at Jim.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. CAMPUS DIAG AREA—DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jim walks across campus.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. JIM’S ROOM—DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jim looks at a mirror. Then he starts to cut and shave off his beard. He also cuts off his long hair. He now looks more like the high school graduation picture of the clean-shaven Greenberg that Kelly showed Mr. & Mrs. Bernstein in Bronx.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. OFFICE TEMP OFFICE—DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Well-dressed women, each between 20 and 24 years of age, are sitting in the office. Clean-shaven and short-haired Jim is now wearing a sport jacket, tie and dress shirt. He hands an application to OFFICE TEMP RECEPTIONIST. She looks over the application. Then she shakes her head and Jim leaves the office.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. HALLWAY OFFICE—DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Still dressed-up, Jim stands in front of door marked “LIBRARY PERSONNEL OFFICE.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. LIBRARY PERSONNEL OFFICE—DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">LIBRARY PERSONNEL INTERVIEWER looks at Jim’s application. Then she shakes her head.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. HALLWAY—DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jim stands in front of door marked “University of Michigan Personnel.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. INTERVIEWER’S OFFICE—DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">U. OF MICHIGAN INTERVIEWER, 28, is white woman who wears dress. She looks at Jim’s application, while sitting behind her desk.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">U. OF MICHIGAN INTERVIEWER: We have a dormitory receptionist position that you might be qualified for on our North Campus. Have you ever done that kind of work before?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: (quickly makes up cover story) The clerk-typist job I had at Kent State for two years involved a few hours of receptionist work each day. I had to meet and greet the students who were being surveyed by the sociology department. And keep track of their completed questionnaires.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">U. OF MICHIGAN INTERVIEWER: I see. Would you be able to go up to the North Campus this afternoon and speak with Mr. Landry about the job?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: (smiles) Yes, I would.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">U. of Michigan Interviewer writes some information on a piece of paper and hands it to Jim.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. DORMITORY OFFICE—DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MR. LANDRY, 48, is a white man who wears a suit and tie. He sits behind desk opposite Jim.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MR. LANDRY: Well, I’d love to hire you for the position. But we’re under intense pressure to hire “a minority person.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Oh. The personnel office didn’t mention that. If it had, I wouldn’t have bothered coming to speak with you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. ANN ARBOR SAVINGS AND LOAN BUILDING—DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jim is again dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. His hair is longer and he looks more unshaven. Jim enters bank.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. ANN ARBOR SAVINGS AND LOAN BUILDING—DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jim hands his bankbook to TELLER, 22, a well-dressed white woman.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I’d like to close my bank account now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Teller looks at the bankbook, hands Jim paper to sign and buts bankbook through machine. She counts out $59.30 in bills and change and hands money and voided bankbook to Jim.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">TELLER: Have a good day!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE JIM’S ROOM</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">While carrying his duffel bag and guitar case, Jim bumps into Joey, as Joey is leaving bathroom. Joey glances at Jim and smiles.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JOEY: Time to move on, huh?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Yeah. It’s too hard to find work in Ann Arbor these days.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JOEY: I imagine it would be for somebody like you. The straights don’t want to hire anymore freaks in Ann Arbor. It’s a good thing for me that Ann Arbor still has a lot of students with rich parents. Otherwise I wouldn’t have much of a market around here anymore…Where you heading to now?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: The West Coast. California, I hope.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JOEY: That’s a good scene to go to. If things hadn’t worked out for me here, I might have ended up in California myself.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Well, I gotta get going now, since it’s a long hitch to the West Coast. Maybe we’ll bump into each other again someday in California.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JOEY: (smiles) Who knows?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jim glances at Joey.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: It’s been good knowing you, brother.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jim then pats Joey on the shoulder and walks toward stairs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JOEY: Keep the faith, brother!</span>b.f.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907592761685745016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797714395969869205.post-48147736611610736262009-05-11T11:33:00.000-07:002019-02-11T21:35:04.268-08:00The Fugitive Generation (xxiii)<span style="font-size: large;">INT. JIM’S ROOM—NIGHT</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene is sitting stretched out on the mattress on the floor, with her dress on, but her shoes off. Jim is sitting on the floor of the room, shoes off, holding his guitar and glancing at a piece of paper in front of him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: It’s called “Marlene’s Song.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jim sings in a very tender style.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM (CONT’D): (sings)</span><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: large;">Oh, you’ve won my heart<br />With your softness<br />Kind, gentle, blond-haired<br />Marlene, Marlene, Marlene, Marlene,<br />Marlene, Marlene, Marlene.<br /><br />It’s been so long<br />Since I felt love<br />Compassionate, soulful<br />Marlene, Marlene, Marlene, Marlene<br />Marlene, Marlene, Marlene.<br /><br />I’m a working-class lover<br />You’re the fairest I see<br />I got sisters and brothers<br />You’re the one most like me.</span></em><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There’s a sudden sound of a guitar string breaking.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM (CONT’D): Shit! A guitar string broke.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jim continues singing and attempting to continue accompany himself on the guitar, despite the broken string. The guitar accompaniment sounds more off-key and less harmonious with his singing. Marlene looks touched. Jim sings softer, almost in a whisper. But in an intense way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM (CONT’D): (sings)</span><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: large;">Hearing your voice<br />Feeling you close<br />Makes me just think of<br />Marlene, Marlene, Marlene, Marlene,<br />Marlene, Marlene, Marlene.<br /><br />Watching you shine<br />Moves me inside<br />Wanting to just kiss<br />Marlene, Marlene, Marlene, Marlene,<br />Marlene, Marlene, Marlene…</span></em><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">During the last verse, Marlene has moved closer to Jim. As he finishes the verse, she interrupts his singing by starting to kiss him passionately at the same time she takes his guitar out of his hand. Jim responds to her kisses and hugging. The alarm clock on the floor indicates it is 9 o’clock.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. JIM’S ROOM—NIGHT</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The alarm clock indicates it is 1 o’clock. Both undressed now, Marlene and Jim are sleeping together on the mattress.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. JIM’S ROOM—DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The alarm clock indicates it’s 8:30. Marlene now has all her clothes back on and is sitting on the front of the mattress. Jim is still half-asleep on the mattress, when he reaches over for Marlene. Not feeling her next to him, Jim opens up his eyes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Dressed already, Marlene? What time is it?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene looks at the clock.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: It’s 8:30. I have to pack today.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Do you want me to help you pack?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jim stands up and quickly gets dressed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: No. You don’t have to.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jim sits down next to Marlene on the mattress.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: How about some breakfast together before you pack?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: No. I really have to get going, Jim.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Oh. I hope you enjoyed our little trip last night.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: It was a great trip, Jim…But you shouldn’t have fallen in love with me.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Why not? It was obviously destiny that brought us together. And I’m still madly in love with you, Marlene.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: That’s the point. You must think that I’m heartless. But I’m not sure it could work out between us in the long run. I still have a year left of school. I have to think about this over the summer. It’s too sudden for me.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: (tenderly) I don’t think you’re heartless, honey...You’re probably right. You’ll end up suffering if you get more involved with me. Once I get paid off for the dissertation, I can’t see any way I can make money in Ann Arbor. Since it looks like the ghostwriting place is going out of business. So I’ll probably be gone anyway when you get back in the fall.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: It can’t be that bad. I’m sure you’ll find something else.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I don’t know, Marlene. Nobody wants my folk songs. Nobody pays me or you for being anti-war activists. And the Death Culture won’t give me any money, unless I agree to be a 9-to-5 slave.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: Something’s bound to turn up somewhere.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: But not in Ann Arbor. I don’t mind living at a subsistence level in Ann Arbor if I have absolute freedom and can work with you to stop the War. But the Death Culture wants somebody like me dead. Because I have moral objections to fitting into its imperialist system like a good robot. I can’t see how I can survive in the long-run, unless there’s a Revolution.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: I wish I knew what the answer was for you, Jim. But I don’t even know what’s going to happen to me once I’m out of school. I have no answers for myself yet, other than to work to stop the War.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Well, enough of this down talk, Marlene. Maybe something will work out. You gave me new hope this spring and you’ve been a great inspiration for me this spring. So even if I’m not here in Ann Arbor when you get back in the fall, I’ll always remember you.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: Don’t lose heart, Jim. I’m sure something will come up in Ann Arbor for you.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene and Jim each stand up.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Well, I guess it’s time to say goodbye, Marlene.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim kisses Marlene and he begins to cry for a few seconds.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM (CONT’D): I’m sorry for getting emotional about you leaving, Marlene…It must be the after-effects of the mescaline trip.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene holds Jim for a second and kisses him goodbye. Then she pulls back from him.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: Until the fall, Jim!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Have a great time at the summer camp, Marlene!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene walks out of the room and closes the door. Jim starts to weep.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. STUDENT UNION BUILDING LOBBY—NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim is standing in the lobby with a large manila envelope in his hand. A woman PhD CANDIDATE, 43, wearing slacks and blouse, approaches him.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">PhD CANDIDATE: Are you Jim Wilson?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: (smiles) Yes I am.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">PhD CANDIDATE: Let’s go up to my room and talk. I’m staying for the night in the Student Union building.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Here? I didn’t know they had hotel rooms in the Student Union Building.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">PhD CANDIDATE: They have a floor of them. Follow me.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim follows PhD Candidate to a stairway in lobby.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. STUDENT UNION HOTEL ROOM—NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">PhD Candidate is looking at a thick manuscript.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">PhD CANDIDATE: It looks fine to me. It looks like you did a good job.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I thought you’d like it.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">PhD Candidate writes out check and hands it to Jim.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">PhD CANIDATE: I’ve very grateful to you. You saved me a lot of time.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim looks over the check.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: It was a pleasure doing business with you.</span>b.f.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907592761685745016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797714395969869205.post-7611145834874492542009-05-11T07:39:00.000-07:002019-02-08T22:32:23.001-08:00The Fugitive Generation (xxii)<span style="font-size: large;">INT. HALL OUTSIDE JIM’S ROOM—DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Joey and Jim meet in hall.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JOEY: What’s happening, brother?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I still have spring fever.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JOEY: Yeah, I know what you mean. You might like to do some of this with a friend.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Joey hands Jim four tabs of mescaline.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: What is it?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JOEY: Just some extra mescaline I’m giving away for free.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: You sure you don’t want me to pay you something?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JOEY: (smiles) I made a lot of bread this spring. Especially at that big anti-war demo. I don’t need any of your money. Catch you later!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Joey heads downstairs. Jim returns to his room.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. JIM’S ROOM—DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim puts three of the tabs in his guitar case. He swallows the fourth tab and leaves his room.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. CAMPUS AREA—DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim retraces his first walk of the winter around the campus with a big smile on his face. Every twenty yards some freak student says “hi” to him and smiles. Jim walks through the campus, past the Diag political rallying space in front of the graduate library, smiling and saying “hi” to numerous smiling freak students.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. STUDENT UNION BUILDING—DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene is walking towards Downtown Ann Arbor. Jim is walking in opposite direction. They notice each other.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Marlene! You’re just the person I was hoping to bump into. I tried calling you a few times. But nobody answered.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: I’ve been staying over at Roger’s a lot.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Oh…Are you staying around Ann Arbor this summer?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: No. I got a job as a camp counselor in Vermont. I need to earn money this summer.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: When are you leaving town?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: Next week. First I’ll stay with my parents for a few weeks. Then I go off to Vermont the third week in June.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I’ll really miss you. How about going out together Saturday night, since we won’t be seeing each other for awhile?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: Aren’t you seeing Rachel anymore?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: She’s down in Columbus with her parents for the summer. So we’re not really involved with each other anymore.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: Oh. I didn’t know she was away for the summer already.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Can I meet you at your house? Maybe at about seven? We can drop some mescaline I just got. And go out for dinner. And hang out in my room a little. (smiles) A little going away party for you.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: (smiles) That sounds like it might be fun. I’ll see you Saturday night at seven, then.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE MARLENE’S APARTMENT—NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim rings bell. Door slowly opens. Jim looks surprised for an instant. Then he smiles. Marlene is standing in front of him in low-cut dress, looking very glamorous in a more traditional way. Marlene smiles, while Jim quickly glances at her.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: HI, Jim!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Wow! You look as beautiful in a dress as you do in khaki pants.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: Yeah. That’s why they elected me Queen of the Prom in high school. Come on in.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim walks into the apartment. Marlene follows him, closing the door behind her.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. MARLENE’S APARTMENT—NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene’s studio apartment is sparsely furnished. A lot of books are on shelves. A dinette table is in center of apartment and a single bed is in corner. On the wall are a lot of anti-war posters with pictures of Indochinese people.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim takes two tabs from his pocket.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Here’s the mescaline I said I’d bring. I’ve been wanting to trip with you ever since we met, Marlene.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim hands a tab to Marlene, as she smiles.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: I figured you did.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene goes to the kitchenette sink and fills up a glass of water. She puts the mescaline tab in her mouth and takes a sip from the glass. Marlene then hands the glass to Jim, who sips from it as he swallows his tab.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE (CONT’D): I’m glad I’m seeing you before I leave Ann Arbor.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Are you ready for dinner yet?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: I’m ready if you are.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene opens the door and turns off the lights, as she and Jim leave her apartment.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. CAMPUS AREA STREET—NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene and Jim walk side by side, talking to each other in an animated way and laughing a lot. Every ten yards, some student who knows Marlene waves to her and smiles, and Marlene waves and smiles back. Eventually, Marlene and Jim reach a restaurant next to a movie theatre. They enter the restaurant.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. RESTAURANT—NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">The mescaline is beginning to have some effect. Marlene and Jim’s eyes look more stoned, as they each giggle more while finishing desert.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I’m really starting to feel it now, Marlene. How about going back to my room and I’ll play you some of my songs on my guitar? You might like the one I wrote for you.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: A song for me?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: (laughs) Yeah. A love song.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene laughs.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: I’m starting to really feel it now, too. I suppose we should go back to your room.</span>b.f.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907592761685745016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797714395969869205.post-33083618322762660702009-05-10T18:43:00.000-07:002019-02-08T22:29:22.848-08:00The Fugitive Generation (xxi)I<span style="font-size: large;">NT. DORMITORY HALLWAY—NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Rachel sits on step that separates a hallway in the dormitory from rear entrance, rolls a joint, then passes it to Jim, who is standing next to her. They pass the joint to each other, back and forth, for a short time. Then Rachel stands up and she and Jim, each giggling, start to walk out of the rear entrance of the dormitory.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. MOVIE THEATRE—NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim and Rachel are watching a movie. Rachel leans closer to Jim, puts her arm around him for a few seconds and fondles his hair.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. JIM’S ROOM—NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim and Rachel are sitting next to each other on Jim’s mattress. Their legs are stretched out and their shoes are off. They exchange a joint as they talk.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: So are you planning to hang around Ann Arbor after you finish with your finals?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">RACHEL: No. I want to save up for a car this summer. So when I move out of the dorm next week, I’m going to go live with my parents. And get a summer job in Columbus.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: What do your parents do?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">RACHEL: They’re both professors at Ohio State. Maybe that’s why I’m more into bisexuality, pot and street fighting than academic bull-shit.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: You’re bisexual?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">RACHEL: Aren’t we all?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim laughs.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Yeah, I guess we all are. Although I tend to prefer women, myself.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">RACHEL: You sound like Marlene. When we were sleeping together, she used to say she was bisexual. But that she tends to prefer men.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: You and Marlene were lovers?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">RACHEL: (laughs) Didn’t Marlene ever mention that to you? She and I shared a dormitory room during our freshman year.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. DORM ROOM—NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">RACHEL (V.O.): And that’s when we used to sleep together.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Rachel and Marlene are in bed together with their clothes off, kissing each other passionately.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. JIM’S ROOM—NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Why did you break up with her?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">RACHEL: It was after Marlene and I enrolled in a self-defense course at the Women’s Martial Arts Center.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Oh. I wondered where Marlene learned that fighting stance she went into when she blocked the right-wing hothead from attacking me.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. WOMEN’S MARTIAL ARTS CENTER—NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene and Rachel are practicing karate kicks and punches, along with some other women, under the instruction of the SELF-DEFENSE INSTRUCTOR, 33, who’s a tall, short-haired woman.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">RACHEL: (V.O.): Yeah. That’s where she learned those moves. But like I was saying, Marlene and I started going to the Women’s Martial Arts Center.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. DORM ROOM—NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Rachel and the Self-Defense Instructor are in bed together with their clothes off. Marlene enters the dorm room, stops, looks surprised, and then quickly leaves the dorm room.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">RACHEL (V.O.): But she couldn’t handle it when I started having an affair with the instructor.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. JULIE’S APARTMENT—NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene and Julie are kissing each other passionately on the sofa in Julie’s living room.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">RACHEL (V.O.): Then, when she and Julie started having their fling, Marlene decided she wanted to break up with me.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. JIM’S ROOM—NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Julie? The Julie who works with Hal and the Black Economic Development Council?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">RACHEL: That’s the one. Before she started hanging out with Hal, she and Marlene had a short fling. Then Marlene got involved with different men over the next few years. I think she’s been involved with that Roger guy lately.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim laughs and passes the joint back to Rachel.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Julie and Marlene. You and Marlene. You and me. It’s a small world, isn’t it?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Rachel giggles after she inhales the last bit of the roach and tosses it on the floor.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">RACHEL: What else is there in life except bisexuality, pot and street fighting?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: There’s romantic love.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Rachel giggles again.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">RACHEL: I’ll show you some “romantic love”, Jim!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Rachel suddenly grabs Jim by the hair playfully and starts to grapple with him on the mattress. Then she and Jim start hugging and kissing each other in a more tender way.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. MANHATTAN FBI OFFICE—DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Kelly sits behind his desk, shuffling some papers. Maloney sits behind an adjacent desk. He is reading a copy of an underground newspaper.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY: The Ann Arbor office in Michigan wants to know if we have files on some organization called “People Against The Air War.”</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Maloney continues to read the newspaper as he talks.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY: (still reading newspaper) “People Against The Air War”? Never heard of it. Tell them to telex to New York any information they get on that organization. Maybe it’s a “front for terrorists.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Kelly laughs.</span>b.f.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907592761685745016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797714395969869205.post-16499830937578842222009-05-10T07:24:00.000-07:002019-02-08T22:28:42.562-08:00The Fugitive Generation (xx)<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. BROADWAY and 114TH STREET--DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Student demonstrators march north on Broadway, in a festive way, led by a group of women students. They laugh in-between chanting.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">DEMONSTRATORS: One,two, three, four! We don't want your fuckin' war!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY CAMPUS--DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Demonstrators march across Low Plaza and chant</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">DEMONSTRATORS: On strike! Shut it down! On strike! Shut it down!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Demonstrators march towards Hamilton Hall.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. HAMILTON HALL--DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Maloney and Kelly stnad near front right door of Hamilton Hall, as demonstrators march by them, through the far left door. Maloney and Kelly examine the faces of the demonstrators as they walk into the building. After the end of the march haas entered Hamilton Hall, Maloney turns to Kelly.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY: I didn't spot any Weather Fugitives. Did you?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY: No.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY: How about Greenberg?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY: I didn't see Greenberg either. Should I get O'Connor to contact the neighbors of his parents again? And make sure Greenberg isn't visiting them now?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY: Yeah. Let's do that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. JIM's ROOM--NIGHT</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Rachel and Jim are both nude. Rachel smiles as she straddles Jim on his mattress and bombards Jim with passionate kisses.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. STUDENT UNIION BUILDING LOBBY--DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jim purchases newspaper. He glances at front page.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">C.U. FRONT PAGE OF "MICHIGAN DAILY" NEWSPAPER</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Under a big headline, "3,000 PROTEST AIR WAR; ROTC BUILDING, LABS TRASHED; NATIONAL GUARD TEAR GASES PROTESTERS," there's a photograph of Jim from the back, speaking at the rally and pointing off-campus.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. STUDENT ACTIVITIES BUILDING LOUNGE--NIGHT</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene chairs meeting.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: So I propose that we picket outside the building where the Regents are meeting Friday. And hand out leaflets which demand that the University of Michigan end all its Pentagon research permanently. And discontinue its ROTC program, finally.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim raises his hand.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE (CONT'D): Jim?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Look. We showed yesterday that we have three thousand sisters and brothers who want ROTC and war researach ended at the University of Michigan. And who want all weapons production ended in the city of Ann Arbor. I don't think we just have to picket outside the building where the Regents are holding their meeting. I think we should march inside the building and go upstairs to where they're meeting. And make our demands right in front of their meeting room.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">A few students applaud.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: I call myself...I support Jim's idea. Is there anybody who doesn't think we should march inside the building and upstairs to make our demands right in front of the Regents' meeting room?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">No hands are raised.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE (CONT'D): Then let's pass around sign-up sheets for people who want to leaflet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. ADMINISTRATION BUILDING--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Demonstrators have gathered in front of Administration building. Marlene leads demonstrators into building.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. HALLWAY--DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Demonstrators sit on the floor outside meeting room, while Marlene speaks.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: President Flame has agreed to speak with us inside the meeting room in a few minutes. To explain what the Regents have decided.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. REGENTS MEETING ROOM--DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Demonstrators sit around table and on floor in Regents' meeting room. University of Michigan President Flame sits at head of table on other side.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">PRESIDENT FLAME: The Regents have agreed to form a new committee to study whether the University of Michigan should now terminate its ROTC program and move all classified rresearch work that is being done for the Department of Defense to an off-campus location. That's all you can realistically expect them to do.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Why can't you just order the ROTC program and the war research labs to be shut down immediately?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">PRESIDENT FLAME: I don't have the authority. And it's unrealistic to expect the Regents to agree to shut them down without a committee recommending that it be done.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: That's bull-shit! And you know it's bull-shit! The University of Michigan still wants to receive juicy research contracts from the Pentagon. Even if the war in Indochina goes on forever. That's really why you want to keep the ROTC program going and the secret research labs open. Why don't you stop bull-shitting the University of Michigan student body?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">PRESIDENT FLAME: I don't have to listen to anybody talk to me like that. This meeting is over.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Presdient Flame stands up and walks toward the meeting room door.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: President Flame! The student government has been demanding that the ROTC program and the war research labs be shut down for the last 4 years! When are you going to start listening to us?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">President Flame turns around just before he reaches the meeting room door.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">PRESIDENT FLAME: You're lucky I don't suspend you for inciting people to destroy Unviersity of Michigan property, Marlene!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: Try it. And you'll have a thousand students sitting in your office.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">President Flame turns his back again on demonstrators. He leaves the room, amidst laughter.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Now I understand why Marlene is more popular at the University of Michigan than President Flame.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: As you can see, the Regents and President Flame still don't want to meet the demands of People Against The Air War. That's why we have to keep demonstrating in Ann Arbor as long as the air war against the Indochines people is not ended completely.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Demonstrators file out of the Regents meeting room.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. STUDENT UNION BUILDING--DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene is standing next to Roger, 21, a tall red-haired guy with glasses. Jim walks by, notices them and stops.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Marlene!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: Hi, Jim. You know Roger.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Yeah. I've seen you at the People Against The Air War meetings...Speaking of People Against The Air War, are there going to be anymore meetings? We haven't had one since the Regents meeting demo.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: No. That was it for this term. Everybody has to study for finals now. Or finish their term papers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: And what about you?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: I haven't done much schoolwork since we started People Against The Air War. Now I have three weeks to both catch up and write four term papers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: That's the problem with trying to be a student, when you really want to be an activist.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: How about you, Jim? Are you going to go back to your music now?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I don't know. First I have to figure out how to earn some money to stay in Ann Arbor. My savings are getting real low and I have to find a job.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">ROGER: Why don't you go to "Write-On"? They need people to ghostwrite papers.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: That's a good idea. I think I will do that.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. WRITE-ON OFFICE--DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A mustached man, 25, with long hair in a headband, WRITE-ON SUPERVISOR, sits behind desk. Jim sits on opposite side of desk.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">WRITE-ON SUPERVISOR: We exist to free undergrad students from being in academic straitjackets. But some of our best customers are professors who need research done for their books. And grad students, who need us to write their dissertations for them, also are frequent customers.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Write-On Supervisor hands Jim form.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">WRITE-ON SUPERVISOR (CONT'D): This is the format in which each page of the paper should be typed. You get four dollars for each page you write. Special projects, like dissertation-writing and bibliographical work, will be paid accorting to an agreed-upon fee.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I think I can do it.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">WRITE-ON SUPERVISOR: That's good. Since this is our busy season, I can give you three projects that are due by next week. A paper on Dryden. A paper on public school educational issues. And a paper on Shakespeare. I also have PhD dissertation project that pays one thousand dollars, which won't be due until early June.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I'll takea whatever work you can give me.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">WRITE-ON SUPERVISOR: That's what we need.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Write-On Supervisor takes a few project order papers out of a folder. He hands them to Jim, who quickly looks project orders over. Jim stands and smiles.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: See you next week!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Before the Write-On Supervisor has a chance to reply, the telephone on his desk has started to ring. At the same time he answers the telephone, four University of Michigan business school students walk into the office as Jim leaves office.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. CAMPUS LAWN--DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene is sitting alone on campus lawn across from library. She is taking notes from big textbook. On his way into the library, carrying a small knapsack, Jim notices Marlene, smiles and walks to where she is sitting. He is wearing a T-shirt and jeans, as is Marlene. Jim sits down next to Marlene.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Hi, Marlene!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene looks up and puts down her book.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: Jim!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene puts her arm around Jim tenderly for a few seconds.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I haven't seen you in a few weeks. Where have you been?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: Trying to avoid people so I don't flunk all my courses this term.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I miss talking with you.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: I miss you,too, Jim. Did you end up finding some job?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I'm doing the ghostwriting for Write-On Research. That's why I'm going to the library now. I have to use the typewriter there to type up a paper that needs to be ready by tomorrow.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: Do you like doing the ghostwriting?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: It's better than doing office work or factory work. And it's easier to write a term paper when you're getting paid for it, than when you're just doing it to pass a course.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: Are you able to live on what they pay you?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: The last few days they seem to have less work. But I should get a thousand bucks by the middle of June, when I finish the dissertation they gave me to work on.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene laughs.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: Somebody's purchasing their dissertation?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Yeah. She needs to get a PhD in Educational Administration in order to get hired as a university administrator.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene laughs.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: I always wondered why university administrators don't seem to know anything.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim laughs.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: How about going to a movie with me this weekend?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: I'd like to. But I can't go out too much until I finish all this schoolwork. And I already promised Roger I'd go out with him this weekend.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Oh...Well, he seems like a nice guy.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: Why don't you call me in a few weeks? I should have more free time by then.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: O.K. I'll call you in a few weeks.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim suddenly give Marlene a quick kiss on the cheek and stands up.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM (CONT'D): Well, I guess I better start typing up that paper.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: Nice seeing you again, Jim.</span>b.f.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907592761685745016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797714395969869205.post-59652665356016951022009-05-09T11:25:00.000-07:002019-02-07T20:40:20.432-08:00The Fugitive Generation (xix)I<span style="font-size: large;">NT. COFFEEHOUSE--NIGHT</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">EMCEE, 29, is long-haired woman who wears jeans. She stands behind microphone in darkened coffeehouse. Only 5 of the 25 seats are occupied. Jim sits on a chair behind Emcee, holding his guitar.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EMCEE: It's been a long night. But there's still one performer left to hear on our "Open Mike Night" at the Ark Coffeehouse.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">She looks down on her index card.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">EMCEE (CONT'D): Let's hear it for Jim Wilson.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">One person in audience quietly applauds. Emcee walks towards rear of coffeehouse. Jim pulls microphone closer to him. He remains seated as he sings.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Here's a song which I wrote that tells about the history of this country. It's called "Livin' On Stolen Goods." (he sings):</span><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: large;">Oh, many, many ages ago<br />Red people lived alone<br />At peace with the buffalo<br />Oh, they're livin' on stolen goods.<br /><br />To make money they came<br />The Anglos and their slaves<br />For housework, they had their dames<br />Oh, they're livin' on stolen goods.<br /><br />And they brought with them their guns<br />And whipped and shot Black ones<br />They brainwashed their children<br />Oh, they're livin' on stolen goods.<br /><br />And westward ho!, they marched<br />And shot down the reds who tried to resist<br />And this whole land they robbed<br />Oh, they're livin' on stolen goods.<br /><br />And they cramped the Red people in camps<br />And ghettoized the Blacks<br />And now they're into Asia<br />Oh, they're livin' on stolen goods.<br /><br />Amerika, your riches<br />Are based on your robbery<br />You white racists are doomed<br />'Cause you're livin' on stolen goods.<br /><br />Yes, many, many ages ago<br />Red people lived alone<br />At peace with the buffalo<br />Oh, they're livin' on stolen goods.</span></em><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">After Jim stops singing, one person in audience applauds along with Emcee. A couple in audience gets up to leave. A second couple continues to make out in the darkness. Emcee returns to front of microophone.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EMCEE: Well, that's all the performers for tonight. We hope to see all of you this Saturday night, when Mike Cooney will be performing at the Ark Coffeehouse.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim packs up his guitar after lights are turned on. Emcee smiles at Jim.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EMCEE (CONT'D): I liked your song. Maybe next time you'll have more of an audience when it's your turn to sing.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Do so many people usually show up to sing for the "Open Mike Night"?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EMCEE: Usually even more than we had tonight. This is Ann Arbor, you know. Where everybody thinks he can make it as a musician.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. STUDENT UNION BUILDING--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim pickes up "Michigan Daily" newspaper from newsstand. He pays cashier, looks at headline and shakes his head.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">C.U. Headline of "Michigan Daily"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"NIXON ORDERS BOMBING OF NORTH VIETNAM RESUMED; PARIS PEACE TALKS SUSPENDED."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. ACADEMIC BUILDING LOBBY--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene is sitting behind People Against The Air War table. Jim walks to table and hands her newspaper.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Did you see the headline, Marlene?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: No.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: They're bombing North Vietnam again.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene puts down newspaper.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: What should we do?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Hold an emergency meeting tonight to plan an emergency rally for tomorrow. We've been telling the campus that the war in Indochina was not over, for the last 3 months. And this proves to students that we were right.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: That sounds like a good idea. Why don't you write out a leaflet now. And, when Rachel stops by the table, we can go over to the student government office and run it off for the lunchtime and afternoon class-breaks.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. DIAG AREA OF CAMPUS--DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene, Rachel and Jim stand on steps of grad school library in front of large crowd of student demonstrators. It's a warm spring day and Marlene is wering khaki pants and a t-shirt with the peace sign on it. She speaks through the bullhorn she is holding.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: We are here today to protest the Nixon Administration's decision to again escalate its war against the Indochinese people.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We formed People Against The Air War a few months ago. Because we realized that an unpublicized, automated air war was still being waged against the Indochinese people by the Nixon Administration. And to let people know that weapons for the Pentagon's electronic battlefield in South Vietnam, Laos and Cambodia were still being developed inside University of Michigan laboratories. And were still being manufactured by Ann Arbor corporations. Like KMS. Like Hoover Ball & Bearing. And like Bendix.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Yesterday the Nixon Administration resumed the bombing of North Vietnam. And today, it has begun bombing the outskirts of Hanoi.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">People Against The Air War demands that all U.S. bombing in Indochina be immediately stopped!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Demonstrators applaud.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE (CONT'D): We also demand that all secret war research for the Pentagon currently being done at the University of Michigan be ended immediately!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Demonstrators applaud.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE (CONT'D): And, finally, we want companies in Ann Arbor that currently manufacture parts for the electronic battlefield and the automated air war in Indochina to stop their war production now!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Demonstrators cheer and applaud.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE (CONT'D): We're going to now hear from a few more speakers, since people are still arriving at this rally. And then we'll be marching to demonstrate at the ROTC building, the war research labs and the military recruitment office. To express our outrage that the war in Indochina has still not been ended!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Demonstrators applaud. While they're applauding, Marlene turns to Jim.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE (CONT'D): Jim. Why don't you speak for a few minutes?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene hands Jim the bullhorn.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: They told us the bombing of our Indochinese sisters and brothers had ended. But today they're bombing Hanoi!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">They told us they were negotiating a peace agreement in Paris. But today the Paris peace talks are no longer going on!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Is the war in Indochina over?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">DEMONSTRATORS: No!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Is there peace in Indochina?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">DEMONSTRATORS: No!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: The U.S. government is once again seeking a military victory in Indochina. But our Indochinese sisters and brothers would rather die than surrender to the bombs of the Pentagon!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Our Indochinese sisters and brothers have responded to the Pentagon's automated air war and electronic battlefield in Indochina with their own counter-offensive. And to prevent the victory of their liberation struggle, the Death Culture has started to bomb Hanoi!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But the Death Culture--in whose name the Pentagon bombs--is being opposed by the Life Culture, as well as by the Indochinese people.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Those of us who live around campuses like Ann Arbor and are anti-war: We represent the Life Culture!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And more and more people in the United States are becoming part of the Life Culture. Because they recognize that the Death Culture stands for endless war, 9-to-5 slavery and the continued oppression of Black people in places like Detroit!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jim stretches out his right arm and points off-campus at the same time a student newspaper photographer snaps his camera.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM (CONT'D): And the Death Culture's Pentagon is controlled by insane people who are willing to commit crimes of mass murder endlessly in Indochina, as part of the global power trip they're still into.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But here in Ann Arbor, we have a Life Culture that lives by a set of humanistic values which seeks peace, love and absolute freedom! Not endless war and the domination of others!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Last May, the Life Culture went to Washington, D.C. and attempted to shut down the U.S. government until it ended its war in Indochina. But despite the May Day demonstration of 1971, the Death Culture did not end its war. Instead, the Death Culture just grabbed off the streets of Washington thousands of May Day demonstrators. And fenced them in!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But if we want to see the war in Indochina finally ended, every day must become a May Day! Every day must become a May Day!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Demonstrators cheer and applaud.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM (CONT'D): I know doing Movement work to end the War can get to be a drag. But unless enough of us continue to be activists, as well as freaks, the Death Culture will never end this endless war.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Demonstrators applaud.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jim hands bullhorn to Rachel. She is wearing jeans and t-shirt that says "Remember Kent State!". </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">RACHEL: I was arrested in Washington at the May Day demos last year. But the Pentagon is <em>still</em> bombing like shit in Indochina! And unless we get out of the classroom and into the streets again, Nixon is never going to end this fuckin' war!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Demonstrators cheer and applaud. Rachel hands the bullhorn to VIETNAM VET, 24, a bearded freak with long red hair.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">VIETNAM VET: I'm a Vietnam Veteran Against The War. And I'd like to say a few words.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Demonstrators cheer and applaud. Then there is silence.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">VIETNAM VET (CONT'D): A few of us here know from first-hand experience why the war in Vietnam has to be stopped. The military lied to us before they shipped us to Vietnam. Then we found ourselves being ordered to attack villages of peasants in the countryside. Civilians. Children. Women. Old men without weapons. And when some of the civilians defended themselves, guys from Michigan, from Ohio, from Indiana, were now dead. For no good reason. This fuckin' war makes no sense.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Let's cut the speeches now. Let's stop bull-shitting. And let's start marching to the ROTC building!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Demonstrators cheer. A group of Vietnam Vets rush to the front of the rally crowd. The demonstrators begin to march across campus towards ROTC building.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">DEMONSTRATORS: One! Two! Three! Four! We don't want your fuckin' war!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. ROTC BUILDING--DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A few crew-cutted frat students stand in front of ROTC bulding. They look bewildered. Vietnam Vet and other members of his group storm into building.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. ROTC BUILDING HALLWAY--DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Vietnam Vet picks up chair and shatters case of ROTC trophies. Other Vietnam Vet group members smash windowed cases and pull down bulletin boards. They then lead demonstrators into different ROTC building classrooms.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. ROTC CLASSROOM--DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene and Jim pull bulletin board down from wall. Then they tip over a desk and turn a big wastepaper basket over. Next they start ripping down posters of soldiers and tossing chairs over.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. ROTC STORAGE CLOSET--DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Rachel and other demonstrators pull ROTC uniforms out of storage closet and throw uniforms on floor. They then step on the uniforms. Some demonstrators dump red paint on uniforms.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. ROTC CLASSROOM--DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Vietnam Vet and members of Vet group smash lamps inside a ROTC classroom. Julie opens a desk and dumps what's inside onto the floor. Joey pulls a clock out of the wall.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. ROTC BUILDING HALLWAY--DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene and Jim join others in tipping over lockers in hallway.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. ROTC BUILDING--DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Led by Vietnam Vets, demonsrators leave ROTC building and link up with other demonstrators already outside.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. ENGINEERING BUILDING--DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Vietnam Vet and his group lead demonstrators into building.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. ENGINEERING BUILDING HALLWAY--DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Demonstrators are in front of door marked "Restricted Area." Vietnam Vet opens door.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. ELECTRONIC WAR RESEARCH LAB--DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Demonstrators, led by Vietnam Vet, enter lab. The lab contains a lot of wires and electronic equipment and gadgetry. Vietnam Vet starts to toss equipment on floor. Other vets do same. Marlene and Jim tip over some desks. Rachel throws a few chairs in the corner. Julie rips down some boards. Other demonstrators join them in wrecking laboratory. Within a few minutes, laboratory is completely trashed and wires are ripped out of sockets and tossed in corner of the room. Demonstrators then leave trashed electronic war research lab quickly.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. DIAG AREA OF CAMPUS--DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Demonstrators march across campus, towards Downtown Ann Arbor.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">DEMONSTRATORS: One, two, three, four! We don't want your fuckin' war! One, two, three, four! We don't want your fuckin' war!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. DOWNTOWN STREET--DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Demonstrators march down street, still chanting. They block traffic, while non-demonstrating students watch from sidewalk.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">DEMONSTRATORS: One, two, three, four! We don't want your fuckin' war!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. U.S. MILITARY RECRUITMENT OFFICE--DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Demonstrators stop in front of U.S. Military Recruitment Office. Vietnam Vet picks up rock and breaks glass of windows in front of U.S. Army recruiter's desk. A few seconds later, Jim tosses a rock that breaks glass in front of U.S. Marine recruiter's desk. Demonstrators start marching back towards campus, chanting.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">DEMONSTRATORS: One, two, three four! We don't want your fuckin' war!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. DIAG. AREA OF CAMPUS--dAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The size of anti-war demonstration has grown. Marlene is standing on library steps and speaking through a bullhorn.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: We are here to demand that the Nixon Administration stop its bombing in Indochina!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Demonstrators cheer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE (CONT'D): And to demand that all weapons production in Ann Arbor for the automated air war in Indochina be ended!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Demonstrators cheer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE (CONT'D): We also demand that the University of Michigan stop doing war research for the electronic battlefield in its laboratories!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Demonstrators cheer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE (CONT'D): What do we want?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">DEMONSTRATORS: Peace!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE (CONT'D): When do we want it?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">DEMONSTRATORS: Now!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: If you look around you, you can see that since this rally started our numbers have doubled. So I propose that we continue this demonstration and march now to the Interstate Highway. To demand that the Nixon Administration finally end its war against the Indochinese people! Are you ready to march to the highway with me?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">DEMONSTRATORS: Yes!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Rachel raises her fist.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">RACHEL: To the highway!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. WASHTENAW BLVD.--DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Washtenaw Blvd. is a divided, major thoroughfare, with 3 lanes on each side, located between a strip of fast food restaurants, motels and shopping malls. The demonstrators are marching in a festive, jovial way on side of the road. Traffic is at a standstill behind the march. Michigan State Police monitor the demonstrators from inside police car, from motorcycles or by walking alongside demonstrators.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene walks with group of women students. She is smiling and laughing, as the women talk with each other.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jim walks by himself. When front of march momentarily stops, Rachel, walks up behind Jim and taps him on his right shoulder. Jim turns around.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Oh, hi Rachel. Good demo, huh?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Rachel looks over Jim's body and gives him a seductive glance.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">RACHEL: Yeah. I liked your little speech. How about getting a cup of coffee with me after the demo? I've been wanting to get to know you better. Ever since we first met.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Rachel puts her right arm around Jim's waist fondly for a few seconds. Jim gazes at Rachel for a moment. Then he smiles.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: O.K. After the demo we can get a cup of coffee together.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The anti-war march moves forward again. Jim and Rachel converse quietly and laugh, while they now march next to each other.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. INTERSTATE HIGHWAY ENTRANCE--DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Front of anti-war march has reached entrance ramp of Interstate Highway. But any further approach onto highway is now being prevented by 50 National Guardsmen who are wearing gas masks. Five of the Guardsmen are holding tear gas launching equipment. Demonstrators start to chant.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">DEMONSTRATORS: No Police State! Remember Kent State! No Police State! Remember Jackson State!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The loud chanting continues until all of marchers arrive at the highway entrance and are facing off the National Guardsmen. About 15 yards separate National Guard troops from anti-war demonstrators.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A few demonstrators move closer to troops and sit down on highway entrance ramp in front of troops. When about 30 demonstrators have sat down, 3 of the National Guardsmen suddenly fire tear gas at demonstrators. There's suddenly a lot of tear gas in the air. Demonstrators who were sitting down start to choke, stand up and begin to retreat from area, along with other demonstrators. Interstate Highway entrance area becomes flooded with tear gas. A few of the demonstrators are vomiting as they march back towards Washtenaw Blvd. Along with other demonstrators, Marlene, Jim, Rachel, Julie, Patty, Joey and Vietnam Vet are coughing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. WASHTENAW BLVD.--DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Demonstrators march rapidly on Washtenaw Blvd. in a less jovial mood than previously. Many of the demonstrators are still coughing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">DEMONSTRATORS: One, two, three, four! We don't want your fuckin' war! The streets belong to the people! The streets belong to the people!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. COLUMBIA SPECTATOR STUDENT NEWSPAPER OFFICE--DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Louise is sitting behind desk editing copy. Eddie rushes into office.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">EDDIE: They're going to occupy a building to protest the new bombing of North Vietnam! They say they're going to shut down Columbia like students did in 1968!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Louise stands up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">LOUISE: Shut it down like in 1968? When?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">EDDIE: They say they'll march into a building as soon as they finish marching up Broadway!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">LOUISE: How many are marching?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">EDDIE: it looks like a thousand.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">LOUISE: Holy shit! That Greenberg guy was right when he predicted that Columbia would get shut down this month!</span>b.f.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907592761685745016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797714395969869205.post-28879782776723960262009-05-08T07:37:00.000-07:002019-02-07T20:29:16.531-08:00The Fugitive Generation (xviii)<span style="font-size: large;">INT. HALLWAY--DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Maloney and Kelly walk slowly down hallway and stop in front of Apt. 1-H. Kelly rings doorbell.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">NEIGHBOR (O.S.): (man's voice) Who is it?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">NEIGHBOR, 75, has no foreign accent.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY: It's the FBI. We'd like to speak with you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Neighbor opens apartment door.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. LIVING ROOM--DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">NEIGHBOR'S WIFE, 72, turns off television set.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">NEIGHBOR: Have a seat.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Maloney and Kelly enter apartment and sit down on couch. Neighbor sits down on chair next to his wife.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">NEIGHBOR (CONT'D): How can we help you?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY: We'd like to ask you some questions about your neighbors in Apartment 1-G. The Greenbergs. Do you know them?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">NEIGHBOR: We say hello to each other in the hall.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY: How are they as neighbors?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">NEIGHBOR'S WIFE: They're good neighbors. They're very quiet. We've never had any trouble with them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY: How long have the Greenbergs been your neighbors?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">NEIGHBOR: Two years. Maybe three years.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY: Have you ever seen their son?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">NEIGHBOR'S WIFE: I saw him a few times around Thanksgiving. When he was staying over to visit them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">NEIGHBOR: I bumped into him in the hall a few times.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY: What did he look like?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">NEIGHBOR: He has long, kinky hair and a mustache.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">NEIGHBOR'S WIFE: He looks like a hippie.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY: Do you know whether he owns a car or has a driver's license?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">NEIGHBOR: I don't know.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">NEIGHBOR'S WIFE: I wouldn't know anything about that.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY: Did you ever notice him getting any visitors at his parent's apartment when he would stay there?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">NEIGHBOR: I never saw him in the hall with any visitors.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY: We have some photographs of some Weather fugitives that we'd like you to look at now. We think the Greenbergs' son is helping them hide out.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Kelly shows them a photograph.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">C.U. PHOTOGRAPH OF YOUNG MAN</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY (CONT'D) (V.O.): Have you ever seen him around this building?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">NEIGHBOR (V.O.): Not around this building. Just on TV.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">NEIGHBOR'S WIFE (V.O.): Just in the newspapers and on TV.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">C.U. PHOTOGRAPH OF YOUNG WOMAN</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY (V.O.): What about her?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">NEIGHBOR (V.O.): Never saw her before.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">NEIGHBOR'S WIFE (V.O.): I never saw her around this building.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Maloney and Kelly stand.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY: Well, that's all the questions we have for now. But we'd like you to let us know if you see the Greenbergs' son visiting them again.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">NEIGHBOR: We'll be watching out for him. If you want us to.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY: Let me take down your phone number. We'll be telephoning you from time to time.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">NEIGHBOR: Our phone number is 459-6008.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY: Well, thank you for your cooperation. If all citizens were as cooperative as you, senior citizens wouldn't have to be afraid of being mugged on the street.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY: Have a good day!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">NEIGHBOR: Same to you.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Maloney and Kelly leave apartment. Neighbor closes door.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">NEIGHBOR'S WIFE: It's like Nazi Germany. Now we have to spy on our neighbors.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">NEIGHBOR: We have no choice. If we don't cooperate with them, they might get nosey about Alfredo's construction business.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. GREENBERGS' APARTMENT--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">GREENBERG'S MOTHER, 50, is a physically attractive women who wears slacks. She is stretched out on her bed reading a library book.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">C.U. BOOK COVER of "Eleanor Roosevelt's Autobiography"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Sound of doorbell buzz. Greenberg's Mother slowly gets up from bed, walks from bedroom into living room and to door.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">GREENBERG'S MOTHER: Who is it?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY (O.S.): It's the FBI. We'd like to speak with James Greenberg.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">GREENBERG'S MOTHER: I don't know where he is.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. HALLWAY--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY: Are you his mother?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">GREENBERG'S MOTHER (O.S.): Yes, I am.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY: And you're Mrs. Jacob Greenberg?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">GREENBERG'S MOTHER (O.S.): Yes.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY: May we come in and speak with you for a few minutes, Mrs. Greenberg?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">GREENBERG'S MOTHER (O.S.): No.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY: When did you last see your son?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">GREENBERG'S MOTHER (O.S.): He visited us around Thanksgiving. But I haven't heard from him since then.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY: Do you know where he's living now?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">GREENBERG'S MOTHER (O.S.): I have no idea.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY: Aren't you worried about what might happen to him?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">GREENBERG'S MOTHER (O.S.): I worry constantly about him.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY: Did he ever talk about any of the Weather fugitives when he visited you?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. GREENBERGS' APARTMENT--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Greenberg's Mother grimaces.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">GREENBERG'S MOTHER: I can't answer anymore of your questions now. I just got out of the hospital and I feel very weak. Please go away.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Greenberg's Mother walks slowly back to bedroom.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. HALLWAY--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY: We're sorry to hear that. But we only have a few more questions. Do you think it's more likely that he'd be living in San Francisco than in Chicago now?...Mrs. Greenberg?...Are you there Mrs. Greenberg?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Maloney shrugs.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY (CONT'D): Let's get going.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY: Should I ask O'Connor to put a tap on her phone?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY: Might as well. Let's see who she calls. And what she tells other people about her son.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. ANN ARBOR STREET--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim is walking from campus toward downtown Ann Arbor. Car pulls up beside him and honks. Jim looks up towards the car.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. JULIE'S CAR--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Julie sits in driver's seat. Smiling, she rolls up window.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JULIE: Jim!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. ANN ARBOR STREET--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Julie! How have you been?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim walks over to car.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JULIE: I've been looking for you. Hal gave me a check for you from the Black Economic Development Council. To pay for that great research you gave me on the University of Michigan's President's Club.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: A check? I didn't expect any money for that research.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JULIE: The check's at my house. Hop in! I'll drive you over there now, so I can give it to you.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim gets in car. Car moves forward.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. JULIE'S CAR--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JULIE: I haven't seen you in the "Ann Arbor Power Structure" class lately.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I've been busy going to the People Against The Air War meetings.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JULIE: We can still use you in the class. To do more research on white church property and stock investment in Ann Arbor.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I probably won't be able to make anymore classes, Julie. But I'll let you know if I come across any new information in the library on the white churches.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. HOUSE--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">After Julie parks car in front, Jim follows Julie into house.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. JULIE'S APARTMENT--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim follows Julie into apartment.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JULIE: Have a seat, while I get the check.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Julie points to sofa in sparsely furnished living room. Jim sits down and looks around room while Julie goes into her bedroom. On living room wall, there's a poster of African-American man and a poster of a Vietnamese woman. Julie returns from bedroom with a check in her hand, and she sits down next to him.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JULIE (CONT'D): Here it is.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Julie hands Jim the check.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">C.U. CHECK</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">The check is for $200. It is made out to "Jim Wilson" and is signed "Hal Thompson."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM (V.O.): That's very generous of Hal.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim puts check in his pocket.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JULIE: Hal was very pleased with the research you did.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: How did you come to get involved with the Black Economic Development Council?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JULIE: I was very religious. Then Hal and the Black Economic Development Council started reading the Black Manifesto in the local churches. Which demanded reparations for the years of slavery. I felt a responsibility to get involved.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Are you from Michigan?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JULIE: No. I grew up in Delaware. In Wilmington.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: What does your father do?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JULIE: He's an executive with DuPont.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: DuPont?...I guess he doesn't like you to be so involved with the Black Economic Development Council.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JULIE: I don't tell him much about what I do these days. He thinks I spend all my time studying hard so I can get into a good law school.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim laughs.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I guess he wouldn't understand if you told him that you're able to learn more by hanging out with Hal than by studying to get into law school.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JULIE: No. He wouldn't understand. He's religious. But he's still just a liberal Republican in his politics. And he still thinks there's nothing morally wrong about working for DuPont.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Well, at least his DuPont mentality didn't stop you from turning out the way you did. You know, I still like you a lot, Julie.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Julie touches Jim fondly.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JULIE: Then why haven't you been coming the the power structure research workshop class lately?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I think the War is still the main issue.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Julie backs away from Jim.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JULIE: But what about racism?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I think it's important to raise that issue, too. But at this moment, I think we have to stand by our Indochinese sisters and brothers until the Pentagon stops bombing them.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JULIE: That's not what Hal thinks.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: The mass base Hal is attempting to organize may have different priorities than the mass base I'm trying to organize.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JULIE: Well, I guess only time will tell what the mass organizing focus around Ann Arbor should be..You want me to drive you back to the campus now, Jim?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: If you're going that way.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JULIE: It's not out of the way. I have to pick Hal up at the library downtown. There's another church meeting in Ypsilanti tonight.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Oh, that's too bad. I would have invited you to come hear me sing at the Ark Coffeehouse. Tonight it's "Open Mike Night".</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JULIE: That's nice to know. But the one time I went to hear music at the Ark Coffeehouse, I was bored out of my mind.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Julie walks towards apartment door and Jim follows her out of the apartment.</span>b.f.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907592761685745016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797714395969869205.post-79541042053529847112009-05-07T07:33:00.000-07:002019-02-07T20:20:17.070-08:00The Fugitive Generation (xvii)<span style="font-size: large;">INT. AUDITORIUM--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">AIR FORCE COLONEL WASHINGTON, 53, is standing on stage, behind speaker's podium. University of Michigan PRESIDENT FLAME, 61, sits in chair behind podium. Dressed-up people over 40 years of age are sitting in audience listening attentively.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim, Marlene, Rachel and other People Against The Air War members enter the auditorium. Quietly, they sit down in rear of the auditorium.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">AIR FORCE COLONEL WASHINGTON: We have an obligation not only to ourselves, but to future generations, to keep our New Military the strongest military in the world. And I am sure that the University of Michigan will continue to serve our great country. By continuing to provide the Department of Defense with the technology it needs to do its job in the future.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">The audience applauds. While it's applauding, Marlene walks down the side aisle of the auditorium quickly and onto the stage. She is carrying slide show equipment. Once on the stage, she puts slide show equipment on the floor.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: Hello. Some of us from the People Against The Air War came here tonight because we're opposed to what the Air Force is continuing to do in Indochina. We want to show you our slide show about the automated air war which continues to be waged in Indochina.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">President Flame stands up and walks to podium, next to Air Force Colonel Washington.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">PRESIDENT FLAME: People came tonight to hear the speaker talk about "The New Military and The University." Not to hear a debate on the war. If you people want to show your slide show, you can hold your own meeting some other time.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">The audience applauds President Flame. After applause ends, Jim stands up in rear of auditorium.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: (shouts out) Let her show her slide show! People at this meeting have a right to see the slide show! And students on this campus have a right to ask this guy why his military is still bombing our sisters and brothers in Indochina?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">The People Against The Air War students applaud. An ELDERLY VETERAN, in a suit and tie, starts to yell from his seat.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">ELDERLY VETERAN: (yells) Sit down, ya bum! We didn't come to listen to you!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: The Colonel had his chance to speak. Now People Against The Air War should get a chance to show you the slide show.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Elderly Veteran gets up from seat and approaches Jim in an enraged, menacing way. Marlene quickly runs off stage, blocks Elderly Veteran's path towards Jim, and positions her body in a self-defense, karate stance. Elderly Veteran attempts to push past Marlene. But Marlene pushes him back. Elderly Veteran pushes harder again against Marlene. But again Marlene shoves him back.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">After the second, longer shoving exchange with Marlene, the Elderly Veteran clenches his fists. But by then, four male anti-war students have surrounded him. Elderly Veteran looks at them and returns to his seat.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">President Flame confers with Air Force Colonel Washington on stage, then faces audience again.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">PRESIDENT FLAME: On behalf of the University of Michigan, I'd like to apologize for this disgraceful disruption. Because of this disruption, we've decided to cancel the question and answer period we had scheduled. Let's thank our speaker for his informative lecture.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Some scattered applause. Then people begin standing up and leaving.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: Let's go to the "Michigan Daily" office and tell them what happened.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. COLLEGE NEWSPAPER OFFICE--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene is being interviewed by WOMAN EDITOR of "Michigan Daily." Jim, Rachel and some other members of People Against The Air War are conversing near office door.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. STUDENT GOVERNMENT OFFICE--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim helps Marlene put slide show equipment in back office. They're each laughing.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Do you feel like going out to get some coffee and cake with me? To celebrate you protecting me from that right-wing hothead.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: O.K. That sounds like it would be fun.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene switches off office lights.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. COFFEESHOP--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene and Jim are sitting in a booth, talking and laughing while eating cake.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: What do you do when you're not doing anti-war work?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Well, I'm actually a musician. A folksinger.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: I guess that's more fun than being a student.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: A lot more fun. But I don't really write folk songs for money. I do it either to use music to raise consciousness or to just express my feelings.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: Those sound like good reasonss. But what brought you to Ann Arbor?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I couldn't afford Berkeley. And I wanted to get away from the East Coast. So it was either Madison or Ann Arbor. And Ann Arbor is closer to the East Coast than Madison is. The only place to live these days is in a youth ghetto. Even though it is a fantasy world.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: What do you mean when you say "fantasy world"?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Once you get off-campus and have to work 9 to 5, you're involved in a real death culture. The campus world is a fantasy world. The real world of 9 to 5 work is a death culture.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: Where are you living?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Just a few blocks away. On Joseph Place. I rent a room in a divided-up house. Do you want to walk over there and check it out?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: O.K. But I can't stay too long, since I have to get up early. For a women's student union meeting tomorrow morning.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">The WAITRESS places check on table. Jim picks up check.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: I'll pay half the check.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim reads check.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Your share, with the tip, is a dollar-fifty.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene hands Jim $1.50. Jim places $3.00 on table. Then they leave coffeeshop.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. STREET--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene and Jim walk slowly, while laughing and talking.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. JOSEPH PLACE HOUSE--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene and Jim go inside.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. HALLWAY--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim and Marlene stand in front of door to Jim's room. Jim turns key.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: It's not too large a room. But it's comfortable.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim opens door.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. JIM'S ROOM--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene smiles.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: So this is where you live.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Have a seat!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim motions for Marlene to sit down on the chair, takes off his jacket and sits down on the mattress. Marlene leaves her coat on.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM (CONT'D): Tell me, Marlene. What keeps someone like you so committed to the anti-war movement? I mean, where do you get all your energy for activism from?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: It's the people. The people you meet in the anti-war movement seem to be better people. They're the people I most like to have around me. It's the people that keep me going.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I guess I feel that way, too. Maybe that's why we were meant to do anti-war work together.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: Well, that's one way of explaining it.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene gets up from chair.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE (CONT'D): I should get going now. If I want to be able to get up for that meeting tomorrow.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene walks toward door, while Jim stands up.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: You sure you don't want me to walk you home?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene shakes her head.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: It's only a few blocks away.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene and Jim then exchange glances. Marlene gives Jim a kiss and a big hug. Jim kisses and hugs here in return. They kiss and embrace each other passionately by the door. Marlene then suddenly steps back.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE (CONT'D): Goodnight, Jim. I'll see you by the table Monday morning.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene opens door.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Have a good meeting tomorrow, Marlene.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene leaves. Jim closes door and takes out guitar.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. JIM'S ROOM--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim writes on a piece of paper. Then he puts paper on floor, picks up guitar and reads from paper as he sings softly.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: (sings softly)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<em><span style="font-size: large;">"Oh, you've won my heart<br />With your softness<br />Kind, gentle blond-haired<br />Marlene, Marlene, Marlene, Marlene,<br />Marlene, Marlene, Marlene.<br /><br />It's been so long<br />Since I felt love<br />Compassionate, soulful<br />Marlene, Marlene, Marlene, Marlene,<br />Marlene, Marlene, Marlene.</span></em><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">(chorus)</span><br />
<em><span style="font-size: large;">I'm a working-class lover<br />You're the fairest I see<br />I got sisters and brothers<br />You're the one most like me.</span></em><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">(more verses)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><em>Hearing your voice<br />Feeling you close<br />Makes me just think of<br />Marlene, Marlene, Marlene, Marlene,<br />Marlene, Marlene, Marlene.<br /><br />Watching you shine<br />Moves me inside<br />Wanting to just kiss<br />Marlene, Marlene, Marlene, Marlene,<br />Marlene, Marlene, Marlene.</em> (chorus)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><em>Against the war<br />Serving the poor<br />Overwhelmed by your beauty<br />Marlene, Marlene, Marlene, Marlene,<br />Marlene, Marlene, Marlene.<br /><br />So brave and strong<br />Romance reborn<br />I'm madly in love with<br />Marlene, Marlene, Marlene, Marlene,<br />Marlene, Marlene, Marlene.</em> (chorus)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. LONG ISLAND EXPRESSWAY--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Maloney drives car, with Kelly in front seat, on Long Island Expressway.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. EXIT SIGN FOR UTOPIA PARKWAY--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Car leaves Long Island Expressway.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. QUEENS APARTMENT BUILDING--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Car stops in front of high-rise Queens apartment building.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. CAR--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY: What's the address again?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Kelly looks at paper in his hand.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY: One-Eighty-Nine-O-Four.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY: Which one of these buildings is that?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY: That one on the right.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Maloney parks car.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Maloney and Kelly walk into building lobby.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. BUILDING LOBBY--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Maloney and Kelly stand in front of apartment mailboxes.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">C.U. WALL OF MAILBOXES--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY (V.O.): There are six different apartments where the last name is "Greenberg" in this building.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY: The Greenberg we want lived in apartment 1-G.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY: Let's see if their neighbor knows anything</span>.b.f.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907592761685745016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797714395969869205.post-38866681416030452062009-05-06T20:02:00.000-07:002019-02-07T20:00:40.578-08:00The Fugitive Generation (xvi)<span style="font-size: large;">INT. HEALTH FOOD RESTAURANT--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim and Marlene converse as they eat lunch. Both smile and laugh frequently.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: How did you come to get so politically active?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: I guess it was the War. When I was a freshman, the SDS chapter was already broken up. But I was against the War. And when they invaded Cambodia and shot the students at Kent State and Jackson State, I really got active and radicalized.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: What were you into before you got into activism?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene laughs.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: Oh, I was your All-American girl in high school. Cheerleader. Prom queen. In all the clubs.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I'm glad you became radicalized. The cheerleaders I knew in high school never got involved in the anti-war movement.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: Most of my old high school girlfriends didn't get involved either.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Do you know what you're going to do after you graduate?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: I don't know. Maybe teach. I try not to think about it.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I don't blame you. It's a real death culture out there. Once you get off campus you realize what a fantasy world a place like Ann Arbor is.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Rachel enters restaurant.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">RACHEL: Hey, Marlene? Did you see this?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Rachel reads aloud from the "Michigan Daily" student newspaper.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">RACHEL (CONT'D): "Air Force Colonel Washington will be speaking about `The New Military' on Friday night."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: Why don't you bring it up at the People Against The Air War meeting tonight? Maybe people will want to have a picket?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim smiles.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. STUDENT UNION BUILDING LOUNGE--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">About 25 students are sitting around in a circle on floor of lounge, listening to Jim speak.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I think we can be more effective if we do more than picket outside. I think we should go inside the auditorium to show the slide show about the air war. And then debate the morality of the war with the Air Force Colonel.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: I call myself. I like that idea. If the Colonel is willing to speak on campus, then he should be willing to debate the air war with students on campus.</span>b.f.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907592761685745016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797714395969869205.post-79616663248169440152009-05-06T07:54:00.001-07:002019-02-07T19:58:32.057-08:00The Fugitive Generation (xv)<span style="font-size: large;">INT. STUDENT UNION BUILDING LOUNGE--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">About 25 students are sitting around in a circle on floor of lounge, listening to Jim speak.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: When people realize the War is still going on, they'll join us. What we have to do is show people on campus that the University of Michigan is still producing weapons in its laboratories for the automated air war in Indochina. And that the most effective way they can contribute to stopping the air war in Indochina is to demand that their university shut down its war labs.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Rachel raises hand.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: Rachel?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">RACHEL: What about demonstrating at the offices of those companies in Ann Arbor that still have weapons contracts with the Pentagon?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: I call myself. I like that idea. The people who produced the slide show provided me with a list of the companies that help produce the electronic battlefield for the air war. And companies with Ann Arbor corporate headquarters--like KMS and Hoover Ball & Bearing--are on the list. Let's plan an anti-war demo in February at KMS. And in March, let's demonstrate at Hoover Ball & Bearing.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. ACADEMIC BUILDING LOBBY--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Students hurry to and from classes. Jim is standing against wall of lobby, next to a table. Marlene suddenly approaches with the slide show equipment in her hands. Marlene smiles when she notices Jim.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: Good to see you so early in the morning. You're <em>so </em>reliable.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I signed up to table all morning.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: That's true. But a lot of people sign up to table at 9 a.m.. But then they don't show up until 11.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene puts slide show projector on lobby table. She plugs in equipment, focuses first slide on wall across lobby and hands Jim the switch to use to rotate slides and project next slide and voice/over.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE (CONT'D): Just keep pressing the switch. And I'll be back when my morning class ends at 10:30. Then we can re-set the projector and show the slide show again.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim presses the switch. As Marlene walks away the sound of the slide show voice-over can be heard.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">SLIDE SHOW V.O.: The war in Indochina is not over...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">C.U. HALL CLOCK</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Time is 10:30.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim is standing between table and wall, conversing with a long-haired male student. After conversation ends, Jim notices Marlene walking towards him.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: How's it going?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: People stopped by for awhile and watched bits and pieces of the slide show. Everybody seems against the War around here.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: Let me re-start the slide show. We'll just stay here until 1:00. And then we'll dump everything off at the student government office.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. STUDENT GOVERNMENT OFFICE--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim and Marlene are about to leave office.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Well, Marlene. How about some lunch?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: O.K. I know a good place where we can talk.</span>b.f.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907592761685745016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797714395969869205.post-58533530027600488672009-05-05T13:30:00.000-07:002019-02-07T19:56:46.279-08:00The Fugitive Generation (xiv)<span style="font-size: large;">INT. STUDENT GOVERNMENT OFFICE--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene and Jim are sitting behind desk where leaflets are piled. Rachel enters office.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">RACHEL: I see the leaflets are ready. I'll pass some out on the Diag, in front of the library.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene hands her some leaflets.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: Did you finish that paper?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">RACHEL: I stayed up till three in the morning. But I finally finished it.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Rachel turns around and starts walking out the office.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">RACHEL (CONT'D): See you at the meeting tonight.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Some students from previous night's meeting enter office. Marlene hands them each leaflets.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. STUDENT UNION BUILDING--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene and Jim are handing out leaflets to students walking in and out of building. Most students eagerly take a leaflet.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM (loudly): People Against the Air War meeting tonight at 7:30! The war is still going on! Come to an anti-war meeting tonight!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene runs out of leaflets and walks over to Jim, who soon finished handing out his remaining leaflets.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: That's all the leaflets we have.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: They went fast. People here seem more interested than they are back East in taking leaflets.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene looks at her watch.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: I should try to make my history class now. See you at the meeting tonight, Jim.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim smiles.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Let's hope people show up.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene walks across street to academic building. Jim gazes at her from behind until she enters the building.</span>b.f.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907592761685745016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797714395969869205.post-84145838152267648952009-05-05T08:46:00.000-07:002019-02-07T19:52:27.218-08:00The Fugitive Generation (xiii)<span style="font-size: large;">INT. STUDENT UNION MEETING ROOM--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE, 21, a long-haired blonde woman wearing overalls, is standing in front of group of students and Jim.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: The Indochinese people continue to suffer from the Pentagon's air war in Indochina. As you saw in the slide show, the Pentagon has substituted laser-guided automated weapons for U.S. combat troops. So now the war in Indochina is fought on an automated, electronic battlefield.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">U.S. military casualties are lower than a few years ago. But the people of Indochina continue to die in great numbers on the Pentagon's automated, electronic battlefield.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">The Pentagon no longer bombs much of North Viet Nam. But it continues to bomb heavily in South Viet Nam, in Laos and in Cambodia.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">When I was in Paris, one of the Vietnamese delegates to the peace talks spoke with our delegation. And she urged us to let people on our campuses know that peace will not come in Indochina as long as the Nixon Administration continues to seek military victory by waging automated air war.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">And the reason I set up this meeting is I'd like to start an anti-war group, to let people in Ann Arbor know that we're opposed to the continuation of the air war in Indochina by the Nixon Administration!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene sits down on the chair next to table with slide projector on it as students and Jim applaud. RACHEL, 21, a sturdy woman wearing jeans and flannel shirt, raises her hand. She looks more mannish than Marlene.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE (CONT'D): Rachel?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">RACHEL: I propose that we start a group called "People Against The Air War." And that we call a meeting for tomorrow night.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Students and Jim applaud. Marlene smiles.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: O.K. We'll call ourselves "People Against The Air War." I'll make up a leaflet tonight to publicize a meeting for tomorrow night.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene takes yellow pad out of her knapsack. She hands pad to student who is sitting in first row of audience group.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE (CONT'D): People should sign the mailing list before they leave. And if you can help leaflet for the meeting tomorrow night, stop by the student government office at noon to pick up some leaflets. Also, if anybody is interested in helping me with the leaflet tonight, don't leave yet.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">After signing mailing list, all the students, except Rachel and Marlene, leave room. Jim remains in room and approaches Marlene and Rachel. Marlene smiles at him and stops talking to Rachel.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I can help you with the leaflet. I just moved to Ann Arbor. But I've done anti-war work in other places.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">RACHEL: Great! We can always use somebody new who's willing to do the shitwork!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene and Jim laugh.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: What's your name?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Jim.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: My name's Marlene. And this is Rachel.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim smiles at Rachel. Rachel nods and looks Jim over quickly.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">RACHEL: Well, since you're willing to help Marlene do the leaflet tonight, I think I'll split. I have a term paper I have to turn in tomorrow morning. See you tomorrow.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Rachel puts on her knapsack and walks from room.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: Don't kill yourself doing that term paper, Rachel.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene turns back to Jim.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE (CONT'D): Let's first take this slide projector to the student government office. Up there we can run off a leaflet on the mimeograph machine.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene packs up slide projector and slide show. Then she puts on coat, throws her knapsack over her shoulders and carries slide projector and slide show in her hands.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Need any help carrying all that stuff?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: No. It's pretty light.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene and Jim walk from room.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. STUDENT UNION BUILDING HALL--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene and Jim walk slowly in hall.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: How come you're able to use the student government office to do anti-war work?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: The radical slate got elected last Fall. I'm one of the radicals that was on the slate. So we're able to use the student government office until at least next Fall.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: That's how a student government office <em>should</em> be used.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. STUDENT GOVERNMENT OFFICE DOORWAY--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene puts slide projector on floor. She takes out a key and opens door to student government office.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. STUDENT GOVERNMENT OFFICE--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene turns on lights to office. Large room contains desks, chairs and inner offices.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">C.U. CLOCK</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Time is 9:15.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim sits in front of typewriter.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">C.U. CLOCK</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Time is 9:45.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene stands next to him, while Jim looks at paper and types stencil. When Jim can't deciper what's written, she picks up paper. Then she reads, while Jim types.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: (reads) "The war is still not over. Peace still has not come to Indochina."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. INNER OFFICE--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">A Gestetner mimeograph machine is printing up leaflets, while Jim stands next to it. Marlene opens up ream of paper and hands paper to Jim, who turns machine off. Jim loads paper into paper-feed, then turns machine on.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. STUDENT GOVERNMENT OFFICE--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Four piles of leaflets are on one of desks. Marlene is wearing her coat. She and Jim smile at each other.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: Well, thanks for helping me out. I'll run over now to the "Michigan Daily" office with one of the leaflets. The editor is anti-war. And she's a friend of mine. So she usually sticks news about any anti-war meeting we're holding in the newspaper...If I can get to her office before the paper goes to press.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: What time does it go to press?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: Usually by eleven.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim looks at clock on wall.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">C.U. CLOCK</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Time is 10:50.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: You don't have much time to get there.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: It's just across the street. And I'm a fast runner.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim smiles. Marlene picks up her knapsack and Jim follows her out of office.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. SIDE ENTRANCE STUDENT UNION BUILDING--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene and Jim walk out of building at fast pace.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I'll see you tomorrow then, Marlene. I'm glad I came and heard you speak tonight.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Marlene smiles.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MARLENE: I'm glad you came, too, Jim.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">They wave goodnight to each other. Marlene runs across street. Jim walks slowly in opposite direction.</span>b.f.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907592761685745016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797714395969869205.post-63390492109263959022009-05-04T10:34:00.000-07:002019-02-07T19:51:43.081-08:00The Fugitive Generation (xii)<span style="font-size: large;">INT. MANPOWER TEMP OFFICE--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim walks into the Manpower Temp office. MANPOWER SUPERVISOR, 59, a white man, sits behind desk. On his right, 3 men in their late 20s sit on a bench against the wall. Jim walks up to the Manpower Supervisor's desk.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I'm looking for some temporary work.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MANPOWER SUPERVISOR: Fill out these two forms. And then have a seat on the bench. If something comes in for you before 10 o'clock, we'll send you out today.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim looks at clock on wall behind Manpower Supervisor's desk.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">C.U. The time is 7 o'clock.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim fills out forms, hands them to the Manpower Supervisor and takes seat on bench.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">C.U. The time is 8:45.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim is still sitting on bench. The 3 men who had been sitting there are now gone. On Jim's left, 2 different men, 35, are now also sitting on bench. The telephone rings, Manpower Supervisor picks up receiver on desk.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MANPOWER SUPERVISOR: Hello?...He didn't show up?...O.K. I'll send somebody else over right now.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Manpower Supervisor puts down receiver. He looks at the application in front of him and writes address on a card. He looks at Jim and motions.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MANPOWER SUPERVISOR (CONT'D): Wilson!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim walks up to desk.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MANPOWER SUPERVISOR (CONT'D): I have a job for you. A janitorial job at Bendix. Dusting and cleaning some of the equipment there. You can take the bus out there now, and report to the personnel office. Here's the address.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">He hands card to Jim.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. BENDIX PLANT ENTRANCE--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim gets off bus and walks toward Bendix plant entrance. Surrounding the Bendix plant grounds is a tall wire fence. At entrance is a checkpoint-charley with a uniformed BENDIX SECURITY GUARD. Jim stops at the checkpoint-charley.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I'm from Manpower. I'm supposed to go to Personnel.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">BENDIX SECURITY GUARD: It's in the building over there.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">He points toward small building in front of factory. Jim walks into small building.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. BENDIX PERSONNEL OFFICE--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">BENDIX PERSONNEL MANAGER, 35, sits behind a desk. Jim sits on chair at side of desk.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">BENDIX PERSONNEL MANAGER: Everybody who works inside this plant has to get security clearance from the FBI in Washington. Even temp workers. So before I send you inside to Mr. Duncan, we'll fingerprint you and photograph you. And then we'll send your fingerprints and photographs down to the FBI.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">He picks up his phone receiver and dials three digits.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">BENDIX PERSONNEL MANAGER (CONT'D): Hello, Frank? We got a temp worker here who needs to be fingerprinted and photographed.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">He puts down receiver.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">BENDIX PERSONNEL MANAGER (CONT'D): He'll be right out.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">A uniformed BENDIX PERSONNEl SECURITY GUARD enters from a backroom with a flash camera and fingerprinting equipment. He stands next to an empty desk and motions for Jim to come over. After fingerprinting Jim, the Bendix Personnel Security Guard takes a photograph of Jim, who has a wide grin as he is photographed. The guard then returns to his backroom.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. BENDIX LAB--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MR. DUNCAN, 32, wearing suit and tie, hands Jim a rag and a featherduster.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MR. DUNCAN: So that's why you have to be very careful when you dust this equipment. Because it's very delicate.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I think I can do the job.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MR. DUNCAN: You can usually finish dusting and cleaning all the labs and equipment in less than 5 hours. And we don't mind if you then sit around in the janitor's lounge and read a newspaper for the rest of the time. The main thing is we don't want you to quit after a few days. You're the third guy I've had to train to do this job in the last week. And I'm tired of having to spend a few hours everyday training a new guy.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim nods.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MR. DUNCAN (CONT'D): Now I'll leave you on your own for now. But I'll be checking to see how you've done at the end of the day.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">C.U. CLOCK IN LAB INDICATES 12:10</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim begins dusting scopes of lab equipment.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">C.U. CLOCK IN LAB INDICATES 2:10.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim is dusting the scopes of some of the bigger lab equipment, while BENDIX TECHNICIANS, wearing white lab coats, record data from other lab equipment.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">BENDIX TECHNICIAN I: They say they'll be closing up at 3 today because of another bomb threat.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">BENDIX TECHNICIAN II: Another one! This is the third bomb threat in two weeks.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">BENDIX TECHNICIAN I: They say they'll be calling in the FBI to investigate. They think it's either the Weather Underground or somebody who works here.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">BENDIX TECHNICIAN II: You sure you didn't tell your wife to call in a bomb threat so you could get off early today?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">The Bendix Technicians both laugh. Jim finished dusting lab equipment quickly and leaves lab rapidly.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. COLUMBIA SPECTATOR STUDENT NEWSPAPER OFFICE--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Louise sits behind desk, reading copy. Eddie walks up to her, holding a letter.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EDDIE: Hey, Louise! Another letter from that Greenberg guy. The envelope was postmarked Kent, Ohio this time.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">LOUISE: Let me see it.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Eddie hands her letter. Louise reads it and smiles.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">LOUISE (CONT'D): He's predicting that Columbia will be shut down again in April. He's crazy if he believes that's going to happen this Spring.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EDDIE: Are we going to print it?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">LOUISE: No. I don't want to give the FBI an excuse to come back here again.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. U. OF MICHIGAN GRADUATE LIBRARY STACKS--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim is browsing in stacks among some books about 1960s activism. He suddenly notices that Patty is sitting with her notebook open in a carrel. Jim slowly walks over to the carrel.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Patty! I never thought I'd meet you here. You didn't strike me as somebody who studies in the stacks.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">PATTY: I usually don't. But I have this overdue paper from last year that I really have to finish. And I thought I finally found a place where I wouldn't bump into anybody who would distract me.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim laughs.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Maybe it's cosmic that you bumped into me?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">PATTY: I told you we'd be seeing each other again around campus. What have you been up to lately?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Manpower sent me out to Bendix to work as a janitor. But I quit after a day, when I heard about all the bomb scares they get. I don't want to be working inside there if somebody decides to bomb the plant for producing weapons for the Viet Nam War.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">PATTY: I thought the war in Viet Nam was over. I mean nobody's getting drafted anymore.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: It's still going on. And there's even some kind of meeting scheduled for tomorrow. To talk about how the war's been automated. Do you want to go with me?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">PATTY: Well, I'm not really into anti-war meetings. Especially when I have this paper I have to finish.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I guess I should let you get back to doing the paper, then.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim touches Patty on the shoulder in an affectionate way.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM (CONT'D): Nice bumping into you again, Patty.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim goes back to browse in stacks. Patty starts writing in her notebook, while looking at an open book.</span>b.f.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907592761685745016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797714395969869205.post-58846871110366798812009-05-03T17:13:00.000-07:002019-02-07T19:44:53.789-08:00The Fugitive Generation (xi)<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. FRONT OF ANN ARBOR BUS STATION--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim gets out of Greyhound bus. He walks across downtown Ann Arbor.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. STUDENT UNION BUILDING--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim enters building.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. STUDENT UNION BUILDING LOBBY--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">As Jim walks through lobby, he notices HAL, 36, a bearded African-American man. Hal is sitting on a couch talking to small group of white students, who each sit on living room-style chairs. One of the students, PATTY, 20, wears a short skirt. Another student, JULIE, 21, wears jeans and U. of Michigan sweatshirt. Jim stops.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">HAL: Corporate power controls the University of Michigan, as well as the churches and the media in Ann Arbor. And corporate power has created an upper-middle class Euro-American women's movement which blocks the liberation and advancement of Afro-American men! That's why the Black Economic Development Council in Ann Arbor feels there's a need to offer this community course on "The Ann Arbor Power Structure" to you students and community people.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim raises his hand. Hal nods.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">HAL (CONT'D): Yes?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Where can I register if I'm a non-student?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">HAL: You don't have to register for <em>this</em> course. You just come, have a seat and participate.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">The students laugh. Jim sits next to Patty.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">HAL (CONT'D): Now in this research workshop we're going to be focusing on the corporate connections of the University of Michigan's Board of Regents. And on the corporate connections of the members of the University of Michigan's semi-secret "President's Club." Each of you will pick a Regent. Then you'll each try to find as much about his special corporate connections as you can.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Patty raises her hand. Hal nods.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">HAL (CONT'D): Yes?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">PATTY: How do we go about doing this? They don't teach us how to research the board of regents in our regular courses.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">HAL: Well, that's what we're all going to have to teach ourselves in this workshop. We want to develop a data bank for the Black Economic Develoopment Council that lists every member of the U.S. corporate elite who lives in Ann Arbor. So over the next week, I'd like you to pick a University of Michigan regent that you'd like to research. And I'll see you all at the next session of the whole class.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">The workshop starts to break-up. Students individually converse. Julie walks up to Jim.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JULIE: Glad to have you in the class. My name is Julie.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I'm Jim. I just got into Ann Arbor last week. But I've done this kind of research in the past. When I was going to a community college.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JULIE: You've done this kind of research? Maybe you'll be able to dig up information on the University of Michigan's President's Club? We know it exists. But nobody's been able to find any written material about it.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: It's that secret, huh? I'll go to the library when I get a chance. And see what I can find.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JULIE: That's great.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Hal walks up to Julie.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">HAL: You'll have to drive me to Ypsilanti now, Julie, if I want to make that meeting with the Methodist Church board. They're finally discussing the Black Reparations Statement tonight.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JULIE: O.K. I'm ready to leave now. (To Jim) See you when the whole class meets.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Hal and Julie walk out front door of the student union building. Remaining students gather up their books. Jim glances at Patty.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Have you been interested in power structure research long?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">PATTY: No. But my father is very rich. So I thought I should take a course like this. But I don't know if I can really get into this.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Well, there are other ways to work for radical change than doing power structure research...What's your name?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">PATTY: Patty. And yours?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Jim...Do you feel like going out for a cup of coffee?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">PATTY: I was going to go straight home...How about walking me home? We can smoke a joint at my place.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: (smiles) That sounds like it would be fun.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Patty and Jim walk out of lobby together.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. PATTY'S LIVING ROOM--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Patty and Jim are each laughing, as they sit on floor sharing a joint. Dylan's "New Morning" album is playing in the background. Jim stands up. He is very smashed.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Well, I guess I should go now.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Patty stands up, also very smashed. She escorts Jim to door.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">PATTY: I'm sure we'll be seeing each other again around campus.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim kisses her goodbye on the cheek.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Thanks for the smoke.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim turns around and walks onto the street.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. JIM'S ROOM--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim sits on his mattress, next to his guitar, writing on a pad of paper. He then picks up his guitar. With the pad on the floor in front of him, Jim begins to quietly sing.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM (sings):</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<em><span style="font-size: large;">Oh, Patty, I need you bad<br />Oh, Patty, I need your love<br />And Patty, I feel so sad<br />Oh, Patty, please give me a hug.<br /><br />The world's so insane<br />And I'm lost in the rain<br />I've seen so much pain<br />And I don't know my name.<br /><br />Oh, Patty, let me touch your lips<br />Oh, Patty, I'm so full of trips<br />And Patty, let me feel your hips<br />Oh, Patty, please give me a kiss.<br /><br />I'm a penniless bum<br />But I like to have fun<br />I've been on the run<br />And I've learned how to love.<br /><br />Oh, Patty, you're so beautiful<br />You're someone who I wish to know<br />And Patty, I will let you grow<br />Oh, Patty, we can build a home.<br /><br />The students walk by<br />Yet they don't hear the cry<br />There's love in the air<br />And I wish you were near.</span></em>b.f.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907592761685745016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797714395969869205.post-13105023338938282782009-05-02T14:23:00.000-07:002019-02-07T19:40:29.766-08:00The Fugitive Generation (x)<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. KENT STATE CAMPUS--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim walks onto Kent State campus, towards area near the pagoda and bell. Jim is only one walking around in open field area. Students, looking less like freaks than U. of Michigan students, walk in and out of classroom buildings.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">As the sun begins to set, Jim walks towards Kent State student dormitories. He glances at various women students walking around him. Then he walks inside a dormitory.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. KENT STATE CAMPUS--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim walks away from dormitories, back towards town. BARBARA, 20, and BARRY, 21, walk towards Jim. Barbara, very physically attractive, wears jeans and a winter coat. Barry, bearded and long-haired, wears a black leather jacket. Jim suddenly stops. Barbara vaguely notices Jim, continues walking, then stops suddenly and turns around. Barry keeps walking in the opposite direction.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">BARBARA: Jim!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Barbara gives Jim an affectionate kiss and a big, warm hug.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">BARBARA (CONT'D): What are you doing here?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I was hoping to bump into you.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Barry turns around and walks back towards where Barbara and Jim are standing. Barbara points to Barry.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">BARBARA: Barry's my fiance. We're getting married this June.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim is stunned. Then he laughs.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Well, I guess that summer seems like many years ago.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">BARBARA: It does.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. COUNTRY FIELD--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Barbara and Jim are both wearing shorts and sweatshirts as they sit close together, sharing a joint on a grassy field behind camp cabins. Barbara tosses the joint away and begins to exchange passionate kisses with Jim.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. KENT STATE CAMPUS--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Barry stands next to Barbara.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Well, I have to hurry now if I want to make my bus connection to New York. Have a good life, Barbara!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim quickly turns away from Barbara and Barry. He walks rapidly across campus, towards Kent's Main Street.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">BARRY: Who was that guy?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">BARBARA: Oh, just some guy I know from Camp Mountaintop. We were both counselors there two summers ago.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Barbara holds Barry's hand as they continue walking back towards dormitories.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. KENT MOTEL LOBBY--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">KENT MOTEL RECEPTIONIST, 21, male. He hands Jim a key.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. KENT MOTEL ROOM--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim pulls out blank sheet of paper, a pen and a stamped envelope from his army jacket. He then sits by the motel room desk and writes the title "Report from Kent State." While he writes, we hear his voice over.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: (V.O.) "As I walk around the campus of Kent State, I'm surpsied at how spacious it is and how new most of the buildings are. It looks like a larger version of Stonybrook's campus on Long Island. Am I really in Ohio?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">"The students at Kent State seem apathetic and politically straight these days. I guess they're afraid of getting shot at again.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">"I walk to the spot on the campus from which the Ohio National Guard fired their guns and killed the 4 students. `This is where it happened,' I think. Yet there's still no big monument there to the students who were killed.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">"But just as the FBI hasn't been very successful at locating the Weatherpeople, the bullets of the Death Culture haven't been very successful at stopping the growth of the Life Culture in the 1970s. And this April, don't be surprised if the Life Culture once again shuts down Columbia University.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">"Yours in love and struggle,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">"Jim Greenberg</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"Columbia SDS"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim folds the paper up, puts it in the envelope and addresses the envelope.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">C.U. OF ENVELOPE</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">"Editor, Columbia Daily Spectator, Student Newspaper, 317 Ferris Booth Hall, Columbia University, NY, NY 10027." The return address is "Kent State University, Kent, Ohio."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. MAIN STREET, KENT, OHIO--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim drops envelope in mailbox. He walks to highway entrance, sticks out thumb, and is picked up by two long-haired male students.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. AKRON BUS STATION--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim gets out of car, walks inside bus station.</span>b.f.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907592761685745016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797714395969869205.post-37250596330177021382009-05-01T10:25:00.000-07:002019-02-07T14:29:09.054-08:00The Fugitive Generation (ix)<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. ANN ARBOR SAVINGS AND LOAN BUILDING--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim enters bank.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. BANK CUSTOMER SERVICE AREA--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">CUSTOMER SERVICE OFFICER, 33, a dressed-up white woman sits behind a desk.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">CUSTOMER SERVICE OFFICER: What kind of account do you wish to open?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Just a savings account.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Customer Service Officer hands Jim forms.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">CUSTOMER SERVICE OFFICER: You just have to fill these forms out.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim fills forms out and hands completed forms back to Customer Service Officer, who quickly looks them over.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">CUSTOMER SERVICE OFFICER (CONT'D): And how much money do you want to open the account with?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Five hundred dollars.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim hands $500 in $20 bills to Customer Service Officer. She types up a bank book for Jim on an electric typewriter at her desk. Then she walks behind the teller cage,deposits the cash in a drawer, stamps Jim's bank book by hand and returns to her desk.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">CUSTOMER SERVICE OFFICER: Here you are, Mr. Wilson. And I hope you enjoy living in Ann Arbor.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Customer Service Officer hands Jim his new bank book.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I'm sure I will.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. ANN ARBOR BUS STATION--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim is standing in front of ticket counter. The TICKET-SELLER, 31, is an African-American man.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I'd like a round-trip ticket to Kent, Ohio.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">TICKET-SELLER: Kent, Ohio? Let me see if there's a connection to a bus that goes there.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Ticket-Seller thumbs through schedule of bus routes and bus fares.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">TICKET-SELLER (CONT'D): No. We can get you to Akron. But there's no bus connection from Akron to Kent. You have to take a cab to get from Akron to Kent.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Oh. Then I'll just buy a round-trip to Akron.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. AKRON BUS STATION--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim looks up at the clock, located under s sign that says "Welcome to Akron." Time is 2:45. Jim walks up to information booth. INFORMATION BOOTH CLERK, 45, is an African-American woman.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: How do I get to Kent from here?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INFORMATION BOOTH CLERK: You can catch a cab in front of the bus station.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim walks out to front of bus station and towards a waiting cab there.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. HIGHWAY EXIT--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Cab drives towards highway exit sign which points to "Kent."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. MAIN STREET, Kent OHIO--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim gets out of cab. He glances briefly at deserted Main Street of Kent, Ohio.</span>b.f.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907592761685745016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797714395969869205.post-44989807918226007942009-04-30T20:39:00.000-07:002019-02-06T22:19:04.496-08:00The Fugitive Generation (viii)<span style="font-size: large;">INT. ANN ARBOR PUBLIC LIBRARY--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim walks up to female LIBRARY CLERK who sits behind registration desk.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I'd like to apply for a library card.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">LIBRARY CLERK: Have you ever had a library card before?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Not at this library. I just moved to Ann Arbor a few days ago.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Library Clerk hands Jim application.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">LIBRARY CLERK: Here's the application for you to fill out. And there's a 50 cents registration charge. You'll get a permanent library card in the mail in a few days.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Can I take out any books today?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">LIBRARY CLERK: You can take out two books. We'll issue you a temporary card to use today, after you finish filling out the application.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: That's great.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">C.U. of Application.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim fills application out, enters name "Jim Wilson" in the appropriate space and writes down his Ann Arbor address on the appropriate line. Then Jim hands application back to Library Clerk, along with two quarters. Library Clerk glances at application and walks over to manual typewriter on small table behind registration desk, sits down and prepares to type.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">LIBRARY CLERK: Is your legal name--"Jim"--or "James"?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: "Jim." Everyone's called me "Jim" since I was a child. That's my legal name.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Library Clerk types out temporary library card for Jim, then walks back to registration desk.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">LIBRARY CLERK (smiles): Here you are, Mr. Wilson.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Library Clerk hands Jim temporary library card.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Thanks.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim walks over to music book section of library and pulls out a Bob Dylan songbook from shelf. He checks book out at library checkout center and leaves library.</span>b.f.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907592761685745016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797714395969869205.post-5214186427748068462009-04-29T06:23:00.000-07:002019-02-04T10:57:49.150-08:00The Fugitive Generation (vii)<span style="font-size: large;">INT. GROCERY STORE--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim purchases a sandwich and an orange juice from a smiling BEARDED CASHIER who has long-hair. Store is crowded with long-haired and bearded young men and dressed-down young women who don't wear make-up or lipstick.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">BEARDED CASHIER: That'll be $1.75.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. JOSEPH PLACE HOUSE--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">As Jim is about to enter his room with his bag of food, he bumps into JOEY, 22, on the second floor. Joey is tall, long-haired and beardless. He smiles at Jim.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JOEY: Welcome! I'm Joey.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim smiles and nods.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I'm Jim.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JOEY: How about coming upstairs to smoke some weed with me?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: O.K. I'll be right up.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JOEY: Catch you later, then.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Joey opens door in hall and walks upstairs to attic apartment.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. ATTIC--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Joey and Jim are laughing, in-between sharing joints. A Rolling Stones record plays in the background.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: What do you think of the students around here?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JOEY: They're good customers. But they don't party as much as they do at Michigan State. And some of them are rich and snotty.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: How do you like the landlord?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JOEY: He's cool. He stays downstairs and never comes up here. And he lets me do my thing.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Your grass beats what they're selling in New York City these days. Too bad I don't have the bread to buy some of it from you.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JOEY: That's O.K.. I get enough business from the students to keep me living high. And downstairs would probably get uptight if I started dealing weed to his tenants.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim stands up.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Well, thanks for inviting me up here.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JOEY: Catch you later, brother!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. JIM'S ROOM--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Smashed, Jim takes out his guitar from its case and sits down on the mattress in the room. He begins to sing loudly.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM (sings):</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<em><span style="font-size: large;">They call him Public Enemy Number One<br />They say he's done wrong, they seem to want him hung<br />For many, many months he's been fast on the run<br />It sure is fun being Public Enemy Number One.<br /><br />John Dillinger was Public Enemy Number One<br />Like Billy the Kid, he learned to use his gun<br />They jailed him 10 years for robbing a small sum<br />It's better than working, being Public Enemy Number One.<br /><br />The women are all in love with Public Enemy Number One<br />Whenever he's around, they each give him a hug<br />The sheriff and his posse, they often are quite stunned<br />For they can't seem to locate Public Enemy Number One.<br /><br />The courtroom is waiting for Public Enemy Number One<br />They've listed all the crimes, the bankers say he's done<br />To protect their stocks and bonds, they've spilt a lot of blood<br />Yet seriosuly they still hunt for Public Enemy Number One.<br /><br />He sure does confuse me, Public Enemy Number One<br />He seems very friendly and full of lots of love<br />I hope they don't kill him for being kind to bums<br />He seems so symbolic, this Public Enemy Number one<br /><br />Yes, they call him--</span></em><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Loud KNOCKING on door startles Jim. He quickly stops singing and puts guitar down on the mattress. Loud knocking continues. Jim stands up, walks to door slowly.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM (CONT'D): Who's there?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Silence for a second.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">LANDLORD (O.S.): It's the landlord! Open up!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim opens door. Landlord is standing outside door with irritated expression.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">LANDLORD (CONT'D): If you want to live here, you can't play that guitar so loud at this time of night!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Oh. Excuse me. I didn't realize sound carried so far in this house. it won't happen again.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">LANDLORD: Well, be sure that it doesn't! Because my wife and I can't sleep with that kind of noise.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Landlord closes door and goes back downstairs. Jim smiles and starts to put his guitar back in its case.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY CAMPUS--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Maloney and Kelly walk across Low Plaza on Columbia University's campus and up the stairs in front of Low Library Administration Building. Groups of students, dressed the same way as the U. of Michigan students in Ann Arbor, walk by them in both directions, but do not notice them. After reaching the top of the stairs in front of Low Library, Maloney and Kelly walk towards Columbia's Engineering School Building.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. ENGINEERING SCHOOL BUILDING--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Maloney and Kelly stop in front of Engineering School Building.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY: His office should be in this building.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. ENGINEERING SCHOOL BUILDING LOBBY--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Maloney and Kelly walk towards building directory by elevator. They search the directory for the name they're looking for. Their eyes focus on "Professor Samuel Levine, Professor of Industrial Engineering, Room 425."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY (V.O.): Professor Samuel Levine, Room 425. That's him.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY: Let's see if the professor is in his office.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Kelly presses elevator button, door opens and they enter. Elevator door closes.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. ENGINEERING SCHOOL BUILDING HALLWAY--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Maloney and Kelly walk down hallway. They stop in front of Room 425. Door to room is open.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. PROFESSOR LEVINE'S OFFICE--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">PROFESSOR LEVINE, 55, wears a suit, tie and glasses. His office is filled with hundreds of books on its shelves. Walls are decorated with anti-war posters. He is sitting at his desk, reading the <strong></strong><em></em>New York Times<strong></strong><em></em>, when Maloney and Kelly enter his office.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY (O.S.): Professor Levine?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">PROFESSOR LEVINE: Yes?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY: We're from the FBI. And we'd like to speak with you.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Kelly flashes his FBI I.D. card.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">PROFESSOR LEVINE: Get out of my office. I have nothing to say to you.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY: We're looking for James Greenberg. He wrote you an open letter in the student newspaper. You know where he's hiding.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">PROFESSOR LEVINE: I said get out of my office.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY: Look, Professor. James Greenberg knows where the Weather fugitives are. And we'd like your cooperation in locating the Weather fugitives.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">PROFESSOR LEVINE: If you're not out of my office by the time I count to ten, I'm calling campus security. One, two, three...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Maloney shrugs and motions to Kelly to leave.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY: O.K. Professor. I guess we'll have to come back with a grand jury subpoena the next time we visit you.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Kelly follows Maloney out of the office.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY CAMPUS--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Maloney and Kelly walk in front of Low Library and through Low Plaza.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY: I think we should teach that commie professor a lesson.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Kelly nods.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY: I'll ask O'Connor to do a nighttime--"investigation"--of his office next month. The professor won't be too happy after O'Connor gets through--"searching through"--all those books in his office. For--"notes from the Weather fugitives."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Maloney chuckles.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. COLUMBIA STUDENT UNION BUILDING--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Maloney and Kelly stand in front of Ferris Booth Hall, the Columbia Student Union Building, while students walk in and out.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY: The student newspaper office is up on the 3rd floor.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. COLUMBIA <strong>SPECTATOR</strong> STUDENT NEWSPAPER OFFICE--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">LOUISE, 21, the student editor, wears glasses. She is sitting behind a desk, reading copy. EDDIE, 19, a beardless student reporter with short hair, walks up to Louise.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EDDIE: Hey, Louise! We received another open letter from that Greenberg guy. What should I do with it?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">LOUISE: That guy doesn't give up, does he? Doesn't he know students at Columbia don't give a fuck about the Weather fugitives? He doesn't realize that we're living in the '70s now. Not the '60s.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EDDIE: It looks like he's living in Ann Arbor now. According to the postmark on the envelope.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">LOUISE: Well, whether he's in Ann Arbor or at Kent State, I have absolutely no interest in printing any more of his stuff in <em><strong>Spectator</strong></em>. You might as well throw anymore stuff you receive from him in the basket right away.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Eddie walks towards the office trash basket.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">LOUISE (CONT'D): Oh, Eddie!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Eddie turns around.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">LOUISE (CONT'D): I wanted to talk to you about covering the James Taylor concert next week.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EDDIE: James Taylor? I'll let you know tomorrow if I can do it.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Eddie dumps the open letter and envelope from Greenberg in the trash basket. Maloney and Kelly enter the office.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">LOUISE: May I help you?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY: We're from the FBI.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Kelly flashes his FBI I.D. card.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY (CONT'D): And we'd like to speak with the editor.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">LOUISE: FBI? I'm the editor. But people at <em><strong>Spectator</strong></em> don't speak to the FBI. We're a newspaper for students. Not for providing information to cops.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY: But if your newspaper is just for students, then why did you publish that open letter from James Greenberg? He's not a student at Columbia anymore.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">LOUISE: Get the fuck out of here! We don't have to explain to you why we publish anything. Didn't you ever hear of freedom of the press?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY: Watch your mouth, girl. Or we may decide to slap a subpoena on you.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">LOUISE: Don't call me "girl." I'm a woman. Not a "girl."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY: I'll call you whatever I like.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY: Let's calm down. We're looking for the Weather fugitives. James Greenberg knows where the Weather fugitives are. And <em><strong>Spectator</strong></em> must know where James Greenberg is hiding.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">LOUISE: Eddie! Could you please telephone our lawyer and tell him we want the FBI to get the fuck out of our newsroom?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Eddie dials telephone.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EDDIE: Hello, operator? May I have the phone number for William Kunstler?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY: O.K. We'll go now. But don't print anymore open letters from Greenberg. Or we'll be back.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Eddie writes down a number.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Maloney turns to Kelly.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY (CONT'D): Let's go.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Maloney and Kelly leave office.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EDDIE: Should I call Kunstler?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">LOUISE: No. Not yet. As long as we don't print any stuff from Greenberg in <em><strong>Spectator</strong></em>, they probably won't be back. That's what they really want out of us.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EDDIE: Do you want me to write a news story about their visit?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">LOUISE: Yeah. Mention that the FBI visited us to ask about the Weather fugitives. But don't mention specific details. I don't want them to suspect we might really know where this Greenberg guy is hiding out. Then they might start intercepting our mail at the post office.</span>b.f.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907592761685745016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797714395969869205.post-10530475059718636912009-04-28T07:34:00.000-07:002019-02-02T15:54:11.404-08:00The Fugitive Generation (vi)<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. INTERSTATE HIGHWAY--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Bus passes sign which says "Ann Arbor--10 Miles."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. BUS--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim and Student are talking to each other and laughing.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN CAMPUS--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Bus drives past U. of Michigan campus.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. DOWNTOWN ANN ARBOR--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Bus drives through Downtown Ann Arbor. A snow flurry begins.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. ANN ARBOR BUS STATION--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim gets his guitar case and duffel bag from bottom of bus. He waves goodbye to Student.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. DOWNTOWN ANN ARBOR STREET--NIGHT--SNOWING</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim stands in front of bus stations. He notices flashing neon sign a few blocks away which says "Motel-Vacancy" and walks toward motel.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. MOTEL RECEPTION AREA--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">An elderly man, MOTEL RECEPTIONIST, sits behind desk, reading newspaper. Jim approaches desk. Clock on wall indicates its 7:45. Motel Receptionist looks up from newspaper.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I'd like a room for the night.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Frowning, Motel Receptionist stands up and hands registration form to Jim.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MOTEL RECEPTIONIST (gruffly): We don't accept checks. And you'll have to pay us in advance. In cash.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim smiles.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: How much?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MOTEL RECEPTIONIST: Twenty for the night.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim hands a twenty-dollar bill to Motel Receptionist. The Motel Receptionist hands Jim a pen.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">MOTEL RECEPTIONIST (CONT'D): Just fill out your name and address on the registration form. Check-out time is eleven o'clock. Your room is Number 8. On the 2nd floor.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">C.U. OF REGISTRATION FORM</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim prints "Jim Wilson" on line over "Name" and "320 E. 6th St., New York, NY" on line over "Address".</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Motel Receptionist hands Jim key and Jim carries duffel bag and guitar case upstairs.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. MOTEL ROOM--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim dumps guitar case and duffel bag on the bed and quickly exits from room.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. DOWNTOWN ANN ARBOR STREET--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">No longer snowing. As Jim walks closer to University of Michigan campus, sidewalk fills-up with students. Many of the men have beards and long hair.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. STUDENT UNION BUILDING--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim glances at Student Union Building entrance.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. STUDENT UNION BUILDING LOBBY--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim walks inside lobby, past students who are hanging out there, until he reaches a newsstand. He purchases a newspaper, sits down on sofa in lobby and quickly turns to classified ads. After circling a few ads, he walks into a nearby telephone booth and dials.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Hello?...I'm calling about the room you advertised...Sixty dollars a month?...Can I come over and look at it now?...What's the address? 800 Joseph Place? How do I get there from the student union if I'm walking?...I see...I see. O.K. I'll be right over.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim hangs up phone.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. JOSEPH PLACE HOUSE--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">House was built in 1920s and has 3 stories. Jim rings bell.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. JOSEPH PLACE HOUSE--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Bearded, short-haired LANDLORD, 35, husky and tall, stands in front of Jim.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: I'm here to look at the room for rent. I spoke with you on the phone.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Landlord quickly glances at Jim and smiles.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">LANDLORD: It's on the second floor. In front. Follow me.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">They walk up the stairs.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">LANDLORD (CONT'D): The bathroom is at the end of the hall. And the shower is in the basement.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Landlord unlocks room #6.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. ROOM--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Room contains mattress on the floor, desk, dresser, chair and mirror.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: It looks fine to me. Is it O.K. if I move in tomorrow?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">LANDLORD (smiles): If you pay me the rent and a month's security now, in cash, you can move in here tonight.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim takes out six $20 bills from his wallet.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">LANDLORD (CONT'D): Let's go downstairs and I'll give you a set of keys and a rent receipt.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. LANDLORD'S APARTMENT--NIGHT</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Landlord writes out a rent receipt at his desk.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">LANDLORD: What's your name again?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: Wilson. Jim Wilson.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim hands Landlord the $120 and the Landlord quickly counts it.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">LANDLORD: Here's your receipt. And here's the key to your room. All the mail gets put on that table.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Landlord points to table in hallway outside his apartment.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">JIM (smiles): That's easy to remember. I'll be moving in tomorrow morning.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. JOSEPH PLACE HOUSE--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim carries duffel bag and guitar case into house.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">INT. JIM'S ROOM--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim dumps duffel bag and guitar case on mattress and quickly leaves room.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. CAMPUS AREA--DAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Jim explores streets surrounding the campus with a big smile on his face. He walks in and out of a few bookstores and a record store. He glances at posters and flyers which advertise various events. In their winter clothes, large numbers of students also walk on campus area streets.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Eventually, Jim walks through Ann Arbor's central campus plaza. He walks in and out of the undergraduate library and, then, in and out of the high-rise graduate library. Then he walks through an academic hall past classrooms.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. STUDENT UNION BUILDING--DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jim stands in front of the Student Union Building.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. STUDENT UNION BUILDING BOOKSTORE--DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jim takes biographical book about Bob Dylan from a bookstore shelf and starts to read it in bookstore. (VOICE OVER) Dylan singing "Subterranean Homesick Blues" is heard over bookstore radio sound system. Jim stops reading book and puts book back on bookstore shelf.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jim walks past students who are browsing in the bookstore. A young woman cashier, dressed in overalls and a work shirt, smiles at him. Jim smiles back at her as he exits from the bookstore.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. FRONT OF STUDENT UNION RIDE BOARD--DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jim pauses in front of the ride board. He glances under the "Ohio" ride offerings section. Looks in the "Rides To Kent, Ohio" mini-pocket folder, but finds no ride offerings.</span>b.f.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907592761685745016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797714395969869205.post-20283965216728494152009-04-27T09:09:00.000-07:002019-02-01T11:36:13.211-08:00The Fugitive Generation (v)<span style="font-size: large;">INT. SUPER'S LIVING ROOM -- DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Kelly and Maloney stand next to TONY THE SUPER, 62.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">TONY THE SUPER: Like I say. Greenberg lived in apartment 2D for a few years. But that ain't Greenberg in the picture. Greenberg was a long-haired hippie-type. A long-haired hippie-type.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. TOLEDO RAILROAD STATION -- DAY</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM, 23, a thin long-haired hippie-type with a beard, stands on sidewalk. He's dressed in shabby khaki Army jacket, worn-out blue jeans, second-hand army boots and a stocking cap. And he carries a duffel bag and a worn-out guitar case.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jim walks across street to Toledo bus station.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. TOLEDO BUS STATION -- DAY</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jim buys ticket, puts duffle bag and guitar case below bus, and boards bus. "Ann Arbor" is indicated as bus' destination.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. BUS -- DAY</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jim takes a window seat. Just before bus pulls out of station a woman STUDENT, 19, wearing jeans and winter coat rushes onto the bus. She takes the aisle seat next to Jim.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: You're lucky you made the bus.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">STUDENT: My dad couldn't start his car before he dropped me off.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: How far you goin'?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">STUDENT: Ann Arbor.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: That's where I'm goin'. But I've never been there before.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">STUDENT: Are you going to school there now?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">JIM: No. I was tired of living in New York City. So I looked on the map and decided--since I never was in Ann Arbor--that Ann Arbor was the place to move to.</span></span>b.f.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907592761685745016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797714395969869205.post-5742568901379888292009-04-26T09:15:00.000-07:002019-02-01T11:33:14.550-08:00The Fugitive Generation (iv)<span style="font-size: large;">INT. LIVING ROOM -- DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Apartment is sparsely furnished. MRS. BERNSTEIN, 72 and petite, stands in living room. Maloney and Kelly search apartment quickly.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY: How do folks like you expect us to protect you from muggers and rapists, if you won't cooperate with us when we knock on your doors?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MRS. BERNSTEIN: Any mugger or rapist can knock on the door. And say they're from the FBI.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MR. BERNSTEIN: What do you want us to do?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY: We want you to look at these photographs of Greenberg and some Weather fugitives.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MR. BERNSTEIN: What do you mean by "Weather fugitives"?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY: They're people we're looking for who are armed. And <em>very</em> dangerous. Greenberg is helping them out.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Kelly shows them photograph.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">C.U. OF H.S. YEARBOOK PICTURE OF CLEAN-SHAVEN MAN.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY (V.O.): Have you ever seen him?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MR. BERNSTEIN (V.O.): No. Never saw him.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MRS. BERNSTEIN (V.O.): No. He's so young.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">C.U. OF A DIFFERENT YOUNG MAN.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY (V.O.): How about him? Have you ever seen him?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MR.BERNSTEIN (V.O.): Yeah. I think I saw this guy on TV.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MRS. BERNSTEIN (V.O.): That's right, Max. He was on TV.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY: But did you ever see him in this building?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MRS. BERNSTEIN: No. Never saw him here.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">C.U. OF A YOUNG WOMAN</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY (V.O.): What about her?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MRS. BERNSTEIN (V.O.): She's so pretty.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY (V.O.): Have you seen her in this building?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MR. BERNSTEIN (V.O.): No. Never saw her before.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MRS. BERNSTEIN (V.O.): No.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY: Which apartment does the Super live in?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MR. BERNSTEIN: On the first floor.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY (turns to Kelly): Let's speak to the Super.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Maloney and Kelly turn to leave the apartment.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MR. BERNSTEIN: Sorry we couldn't help you more.</span></span>b.f.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907592761685745016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797714395969869205.post-56446157449815987952009-04-25T07:36:00.000-07:002019-02-01T11:32:17.411-08:00The Fugitive Generation (iii)<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY (CONT'D): Wait! Sombebody's coming.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Kelly and Maloney back away from door. Kelly draws his gun again. MR. BERNSTEIN, 78, appears at the end of the hallway. Mr. Bernstein wears a workingman's cap,walks slowly and carries a small bag of groceries and newspaper. He stops suddenly when he notices the guns pointed at him. Kelly and Maloney put guns back in their holsters.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY: We're from the FBI. We want to look inside your apartment.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Kelly flashes his FBI I.D. at Mr. Bernstein.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MR. BERNSTEIN (slight Yiddish accent): FBI? My apartment? Why my apartment?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY: We're looking for James Greenberg. He lives in this apartment. He knows where the Weather fugitives are.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MR. BERNSTEIN: My wife and me live here. We just moved here from Pelham Parkway. My name is Bernstein. Not Greenberg.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY: Then let us look inside. If Greenberg doesn't live here, why doesn't she open the door?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Mr. Bernstein unlocks the door, leads Kelly and Maloney into apartment.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MR. BERNSTEIN: She never opens the door to anyone. It might be a mugger. Or a rapist.</span></span>b.f.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907592761685745016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797714395969869205.post-74517672098938409062009-04-24T21:04:00.000-07:002019-02-01T11:31:50.547-08:00The Fugitive Generation (ii)<span style="font-size: large;">INT. HALL OUTSIDE APT. 2D -- DAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Kelly knocks on door. Maloney covers him from behind. The peephole on door opens.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY: We're from the FBI. We'd like to speak with you.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MRS. BERNSTEIN (O.S.)(elderly voice, slight Yiddish accent): What do you want?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">KELLY: We want to speak to James Greenberg.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MRS. BERNSTEIN: (O.S.): He don't live here. Go away.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Maloney steps closer to door.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY: Open the door. We want to look inside.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Mrs. Bernstein makes no further response. Maloney and Kelly look at each other, with guns still drawn. Maloney nods. Kelly puts his gun in holster and starts to pick lock.</span></span>b.f.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907592761685745016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797714395969869205.post-84931329765222282162009-04-24T18:02:00.000-07:002019-02-01T11:30:17.970-08:00The Fugitive Generation (i)<span style="font-size: large;">FADE IN:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. BRONX STREET -- DAY</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">January 1972. Two FBI agents, MALONEY, 45, and KELLY, 31, sit in car and watch the slum apartment building that's across the deserted side street.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. CAR--DAY</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MALONEY: Let's look inside.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">EXT. BRONX STREET -- DAY</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Maloney and Kelly get out of car, cross street, cautiously approach apartment building.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">INT. BUILDING HALL -- DAY</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Maloney and Kelly draw guns, walk up stairs to second floor. Cautiously, they make their way down the long hall to door of Apt. 2D.</span></span>b.f.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907592761685745016noreply@blogger.com0