The Fugitive Generation (fictional screenplay)

The Fugitive Generation (conclusion)

2009-05-11T20:43:00.000-07:00

EXT. INTERSTATE HIGHWAY ENTRANCE—DAY

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.

CAR DRIVER: I’m heading all the way to New York City. Need a ride?

JIM: That’ll help a lot.

CAR DRIVER: You can put your bag and guitar on the back seat.

Car Driver unlocks the passenger door. Jim puts guitar case and duffel bag on back seat and sits in front passenger seat.

INT. CAR—DAY

The car moves along Interstate Highway as Car Driver and Jim converse.

CAR DRIVER: Where you heading to?

JIM: East. To Philadelphia.

CAR DRIVER: Why Philadelphia?

JIM: It’s a big city. There might be more work there than in Ann Arbor…Are you from New York City?

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.

Car Driver hands Jim book of matches and a joint.

CAR DRIVER (CONT’D): Let’s smoke a joint.

INT. CAR—NIGHT

Car Driver and Jim are both smiling and stoned. CAR DRIVER shares joint with Jim.

CAR DRIVER: I bet you’d never guess what I do for a living.

Jim smiles.

JIM: I imagine you’re some kind of a traveling salesman.

Car Driver laughs.

CAR DRIVER: No. I’m not a traveling salesman…I’m an FBI agent.

Jim starts coughing. Then he starts to laugh.

JIM: An FBI agent? You’re kidding!

Both the Car Driver and Jim giggle.

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.

JIM: How did you end up working for the FBI? Aren’t they a little too straight for you?

CAR DRIVER: They paid my tuition to go to Harvard. So I’m obligated to work for them for five years after graduation.

JIM: Like an indentured servant, huh?

CAR DRIVER: That’s right. So I’m counting the days until I can quit.

JIM: What kind of things do they have you do?

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.

Jim smiles.

JIM: Well, I imagine you can have more fun in New York City at night than in Lansing, Michigan, at least.

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.

EXT. INTERSTATE HIGHWAY SERVICE LANE—DAY

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.

EXT. INTERSTATE HIGHWAY ENTRANCE—DAY

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.

VOLKSWAGEN PASSENGER: How far do you need to go?

JIM: New York City.

The Volkswagen Passenger looks at the VOLKSWAGEN DRIVER, 20, who nods her head.

VOLKSWAGEN PASSENGER: Hop in!

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.

INT. VOLKSWAGEN CAR—DAY

JIM: Where in New York City do you live?

VOLKSWAGEN PASSENGER: On the Upper West Side. We both go to Barnard.

Jim laughs.

JIM: I know some people who went to Barnard. I used to go to Columbia.

Volkswagen Passenger laughs.

VOLKSWAGEN PASSENGER: You went to Columbia?

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.”

EXT. INTERSTATE HIGHWAY—DAY

The Volkswagen car continues moving toward Manhattan.

FADE OUT:

THE END

The Fugitive Generation (xxiv)

2009-05-11T12:10:00.000-07:00

INT. WRITE-ON OFFICE—DAY

Write-On Supervisor sits behind desk across from Jim.

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.

JIM: That’s too bad. I don’t know what I’ll do to get money here now.

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.

INT. JIM’S ROOM—DAY

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.

JIM: Who is it?

LANDLORD (V.O.): It’s the landlord.

Jim opens door. Landlord stands opposite Jim.

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.

JIM: I’m having trouble coming up with it this month.

LANDLORD: Well, if you don’t get it to me by August 31, I want you out of the room by September 1. Understand?

JIM: I’ll do my best.

INT. FAST FOOD RESTAURANT—DAY

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.

INT. GROCERY STORY—DAY

GROCERY STORE MANAGER shakes his head at Jim.

INT. BOOKSTORE—DAY

BOOKSTORE MANAGER shakes his head at Jim.

EXT. CAMPUS DIAG AREA—DAY

Jim walks across campus.

INT. JIM’S ROOM—DAY

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.

INT. OFFICE TEMP OFFICE—DAY

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.

INT. HALLWAY OFFICE—DAY

Still dressed-up, Jim stands in front of door marked “LIBRARY PERSONNEL OFFICE.”

INT. LIBRARY PERSONNEL OFFICE—DAY

LIBRARY PERSONNEL INTERVIEWER looks at Jim’s application. Then she shakes her head.

INT. HALLWAY—DAY

Jim stands in front of door marked “University of Michigan Personnel.”

INT. INTERVIEWER’S OFFICE—DAY

U. OF MICHIGAN INTERVIEWER, 28, is white woman who wears dress. She looks at Jim’s application, while sitting behind her desk.

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?

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.

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?

JIM: (smiles) Yes, I would.

U. of Michigan Interviewer writes some information on a piece of paper and hands it to Jim.

INT. DORMITORY OFFICE—DAY

MR. LANDRY, 48, is a white man who wears a suit and tie. He sits behind desk opposite Jim.

MR. LANDRY: Well, I’d love to hire you for the position. But we’re under intense pressure to hire “a minority person.”

JIM: Oh. The personnel office didn’t mention that. If it had, I wouldn’t have bothered coming to speak with you.

EXT. ANN ARBOR SAVINGS AND LOAN BUILDING—DAY

Jim is again dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. His hair is longer and he looks more unshaven. Jim enters bank.

INT. ANN ARBOR SAVINGS AND LOAN BUILDING—DAY

Jim hands his bankbook to TELLER, 22, a well-dressed white woman.

JIM: I’d like to close my bank account now.

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.

TELLER: Have a good day!

INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE JIM’S ROOM

While carrying his duffel bag and guitar case, Jim bumps into Joey, as Joey is leaving bathroom. Joey glances at Jim and smiles.

JOEY: Time to move on, huh?

JIM: Yeah. It’s too hard to find work in Ann Arbor these days.

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?

JIM: The West Coast. California, I hope.

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.

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.

JOEY: (smiles) Who knows?

Jim glances at Joey.

JIM: It’s been good knowing you, brother.

Jim then pats Joey on the shoulder and walks toward stairs.

JOEY: Keep the faith, brother!

The Fugitive Generation (xxiii)

2009-05-11T11:33:00.000-07:00

INT. JIM’S ROOM—NIGHT

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.

JIM: It’s called “Marlene’s Song.”

Jim sings in a very tender style.

JIM (CONT’D): (sings)

Oh, you’ve won my heart
With your softness
Kind, gentle, blond-haired
Marlene, Marlene, Marlene, Marlene,
Marlene, Marlene, Marlene.

It’s been so long
Since I felt love
Compassionate, soulful
Marlene, Marlene, Marlene, Marlene
Marlene, Marlene, Marlene.

I’m a working-class lover
You’re the fairest I see
I got sisters and brothers
You’re the one most like me.

There’s a sudden sound of a guitar string breaking.

JIM (CONT’D): Shit! A guitar string broke.

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.

JIM (CONT’D): (sings)

Hearing your voice
Feeling you close
Makes me just think of
Marlene, Marlene, Marlene, Marlene,
Marlene, Marlene, Marlene.

Watching you shine
Moves me inside
Wanting to just kiss
Marlene, Marlene, Marlene, Marlene,
Marlene, Marlene, Marlene…

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.

INT. JIM’S ROOM—NIGHT

The alarm clock indicates it is 1 o’clock. Both undressed now, Marlene and Jim are sleeping together on the mattress.

INT. JIM’S ROOM—DAY

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.

JIM: Dressed already, Marlene? What time is it?

Marlene looks at the clock.

MARLENE: It’s 8:30. I have to pack today.

JIM: Do you want me to help you pack?

Jim stands up and quickly gets dressed.

MARLENE: No. You don’t have to.

Jim sits down next to Marlene on the mattress.

JIM: How about some breakfast together before you pack?

MARLENE: No. I really have to get going, Jim.

JIM: Oh. I hope you enjoyed our little trip last night.

MARLENE: It was a great trip, Jim…But you shouldn’t have fallen in love with me.

JIM: Why not? It was obviously destiny that brought us together. And I’m still madly in love with you, Marlene.

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.

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.

MARLENE: It can’t be that bad. I’m sure you’ll find something else.

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.

MARLENE: Something’s bound to turn up somewhere.

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.

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.

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.

MARLENE: Don’t lose heart, Jim. I’m sure something will come up in Ann Arbor for you.

Marlene and Jim each stand up.

JIM: Well, I guess it’s time to say goodbye, Marlene.

Jim kisses Marlene and he begins to cry for a few seconds.

JIM (CONT’D): I’m sorry for getting emotional about you leaving, Marlene…It must be the after-effects of the mescaline trip.

Marlene holds Jim for a second and kisses him goodbye. Then she pulls back from him.

MARLENE: Until the fall, Jim!

JIM: Have a great time at the summer camp, Marlene!

Marlene walks out of the room and closes the door. Jim starts to weep.

INT. STUDENT UNION BUILDING LOBBY—NIGHT

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.

PhD CANDIDATE: Are you Jim Wilson?

JIM: (smiles) Yes I am.

PhD CANDIDATE: Let’s go up to my room and talk. I’m staying for the night in the Student Union building.

JIM: Here? I didn’t know they had hotel rooms in the Student Union Building.

PhD CANDIDATE: They have a floor of them. Follow me.

Jim follows PhD Candidate to a stairway in lobby.

INT. STUDENT UNION HOTEL ROOM—NIGHT

PhD Candidate is looking at a thick manuscript.

PhD CANDIDATE: It looks fine to me. It looks like you did a good job.

JIM: I thought you’d like it.

PhD Candidate writes out check and hands it to Jim.

PhD CANIDATE: I’ve very grateful to you. You saved me a lot of time.

Jim looks over the check.

JIM: It was a pleasure doing business with you.

The Fugitive Generation (xxii)

2009-05-11T07:39:00.000-07:00

INT. HALL OUTSIDE JIM’S ROOM—DAY

Joey and Jim meet in hall.

JOEY: What’s happening, brother?

JIM: I still have spring fever.

JOEY: Yeah, I know what you mean. You might like to do some of this with a friend.

Joey hands Jim four tabs of mescaline.

JIM: What is it?

JOEY: Just some extra mescaline I’m giving away for free.

JIM: You sure you don’t want me to pay you something?

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!

Joey heads downstairs. Jim returns to his room.

INT. JIM’S ROOM—DAY

Jim puts three of the tabs in his guitar case. He swallows the fourth tab and leaves his room.

EXT. CAMPUS AREA—DAY

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.

EXT. STUDENT UNION BUILDING—DAY

Marlene is walking towards Downtown Ann Arbor. Jim is walking in opposite direction. They notice each other.

JIM: Marlene! You’re just the person I was hoping to bump into. I tried calling you a few times. But nobody answered.

MARLENE: I’ve been staying over at Roger’s a lot.

JIM: Oh…Are you staying around Ann Arbor this summer?

MARLENE: No. I got a job as a camp counselor in Vermont. I need to earn money this summer.

JIM: When are you leaving town?

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.

JIM: I’ll really miss you. How about going out together Saturday night, since we won’t be seeing each other for awhile?

MARLENE: Aren’t you seeing Rachel anymore?

JIM: She’s down in Columbus with her parents for the summer. So we’re not really involved with each other anymore.

MARLENE: Oh. I didn’t know she was away for the summer already.

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.

MARLENE: (smiles) That sounds like it might be fun. I’ll see you Saturday night at seven, then.

INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE MARLENE’S APARTMENT—NIGHT

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.

MARLENE: HI, Jim!

JIM: Wow! You look as beautiful in a dress as you do in khaki pants.

MARLENE: Yeah. That’s why they elected me Queen of the Prom in high school. Come on in.

Jim walks into the apartment. Marlene follows him, closing the door behind her.

INT. MARLENE’S APARTMENT—NIGHT

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.

Jim takes two tabs from his pocket.

JIM: Here’s the mescaline I said I’d bring. I’ve been wanting to trip with you ever since we met, Marlene.

Jim hands a tab to Marlene, as she smiles.

MARLENE: I figured you did.

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.

MARLENE (CONT’D): I’m glad I’m seeing you before I leave Ann Arbor.

JIM: Are you ready for dinner yet?

MARLENE: I’m ready if you are.

Marlene opens the door and turns off the lights, as she and Jim leave her apartment.

EXT. CAMPUS AREA STREET—NIGHT

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.

INT. RESTAURANT—NIGHT

The mescaline is beginning to have some effect. Marlene and Jim’s eyes look more stoned, as they each giggle more while finishing desert.

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.

MARLENE: A song for me?

JIM: (laughs) Yeah. A love song.

Marlene laughs.

MARLENE: I’m starting to really feel it now, too. I suppose we should go back to your room.

The Fugitive Generation (xxi)

2009-05-10T18:43:00.000-07:00

INT. DORMITORY HALLWAY—NIGHT

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.

INT. MOVIE THEATRE—NIGHT

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.

INT. JIM’S ROOM—NIGHT

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.

JIM: So are you planning to hang around Ann Arbor after you finish with your finals?

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.

JIM: What do your parents do?

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.

JIM: You’re bisexual?

RACHEL: Aren’t we all?

Jim laughs.

JIM: Yeah, I guess we all are. Although I tend to prefer women, myself.

RACHEL: You sound like Marlene. When we were sleeping together, she used to say she was bisexual. But that she tends to prefer men.

JIM: You and Marlene were lovers?

RACHEL: (laughs) Didn’t Marlene ever mention that to you? She and I shared a dormitory room during our freshman year.

INT. DORM ROOM—NIGHT

RACHEL (V.O.): And that’s when we used to sleep together.

Rachel and Marlene are in bed together with their clothes off, kissing each other passionately.

INT. JIM’S ROOM—NIGHT

JIM: Why did you break up with her?

RACHEL: It was after Marlene and I enrolled in a self-defense course at the Women’s Martial Arts Center.

JIM: Oh. I wondered where Marlene learned that fighting stance she went into when she blocked the right-wing hothead from attacking me.

INT. WOMEN’S MARTIAL ARTS CENTER—NIGHT

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.

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.

INT. DORM ROOM—NIGHT

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.

RACHEL (V.O.): But she couldn’t handle it when I started having an affair with the instructor.

INT. JULIE’S APARTMENT—NIGHT

Marlene and Julie are kissing each other passionately on the sofa in Julie’s living room.

RACHEL (V.O.): Then, when she and Julie started having their fling, Marlene decided she wanted to break up with me.

INT. JIM’S ROOM—NIGHT

JIM: Julie? The Julie who works with Hal and the Black Economic Development Council?

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.

Jim laughs and passes the joint back to Rachel.

JIM: Julie and Marlene. You and Marlene. You and me. It’s a small world, isn’t it?

Rachel giggles after she inhales the last bit of the roach and tosses it on the floor.

RACHEL: What else is there in life except bisexuality, pot and street fighting?

JIM: There’s romantic love.

Rachel giggles again.

RACHEL: I’ll show you some “romantic love”, Jim!

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.

INT. MANHATTAN FBI OFFICE—DAY

Kelly sits behind his desk, shuffling some papers. Maloney sits behind an adjacent desk. He is reading a copy of an underground newspaper.

KELLY: The Ann Arbor office in Michigan wants to know if we have files on some organization called “People Against The Air War.”

Maloney continues to read the newspaper as he talks.

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.”

Kelly laughs.

The Fugitive Generation (xx)

2009-05-10T07:24:00.000-07:00

EXT. BROADWAY & 114TH STREET--DAY

Student demonstrators march north on Broadway, in a festive way, led by a group of women students. They laugh in-between chanting.

DEMONSTRATORS: One,two, three, four! We don't want your fuckin' war!

EXT. COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY CAMPUS--DAY

Demonstrators march across Low Plaza and chant

DEMONSTRATORS: On strike! Shut it down! On strike! Shut it down!

Demonstrators march towards Hamilton Hall.

EXT. HAMILTON HALL--DAY

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.

MALONEY: I didn't spot any Weather Fugitives. Did you?

KELLY: No.

MALONEY: How about Greenberg?

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?

MALONEY: Yeah. Let's do that.

INT. JIM's ROOM--NIGHT

Rachel and Jim are both nude. Rachel smiles as she straddles Jim on his mattress and bombards Jim with passionate kisses.

INT. STUDENT UNIION BUILDING LOBBY--DAY

Jim purchases newspaper. He glances at front page.

C.U. FRONT PAGE OF "MICHIGAN DAILY" NEWSPAPER

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.

INT. STUDENT ACTIVITIES BUILDING LOUNGE--NIGHT

Marlene chairs meeting.

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.

Jim raises his hand.

MARLENE (CONT'D): Jim?

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.

A few students applaud.

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?

No hands are raised.

MARLENE (CONT'D): Then let's pass around sign-up sheets for people who want to leaflet.

EXT. ADMINISTRATION BUILDING--DAY

Demonstrators have gathered in front of Administration building. Marlene leads demonstrators into building.

INT. HALLWAY--DAY

Demonstrators sit on the floor outside meeting room, while Marlene speaks.

MARLENE: President Flame has agreed to speak with us inside the meeting room in a few minutes. To explain what the Regents have decided.

INT. REGENTS MEETING ROOM--DAY

Demonstrators sit around table and on floor in Regents' meeting room. University of Michigan President Flame sits at head of table on other side.

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.

JIM: Why can't you just order the ROTC program and the war research labs to be shut down immediately?

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.

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?

PRESIDENT FLAME: I don't have to listen to anybody talk to me like that. This meeting is over.

Presdient Flame stands up and walks toward the meeting room door.

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?

President Flame turns around just before he reaches the meeting room door.

PRESIDENT FLAME: You're lucky I don't suspend you for inciting people to destroy Unviersity of Michigan property, Marlene!

MARLENE: Try it. And you'll have a thousand students sitting in your office.

President Flame turns his back again on demonstrators. He leaves the room, amidst laughter.

JIM: Now I understand why Marlene is more popular at the University of Michigan than President Flame.

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.

Demonstrators file out of the Regents meeting room.

EXT. STUDENT UNION BUILDING--DAY

Marlene is standing next to Roger, 21, a tall red-haired guy with glasses. Jim walks by, notices them and stops.

JIM: Marlene!

MARLENE: Hi, Jim. You know Roger.

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.

MARLENE: No. That was it for this term. Everybody has to study for finals now. Or finish their term papers.

JIM: And what about you?

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.

JIM: That's the problem with trying to be a student, when you really want to be an activist.

MARLENE: How about you, Jim? Are you going to go back to your music now?

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.

ROGER: Why don't you go to "Write-On"? They need people to ghostwrite papers.

JIM: That's a good idea. I think I will do that.

INT. WRITE-ON OFFICE--DAY

A mustached man, 25, with long hair in a headband, WRITE-ON SUPERVISOR, sits behind desk. Jim sits on opposite side of desk.

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 frrequent customers.

Write-On Supervisor hands Jim form.

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.

JIM: I think I can do it.

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.

JIM: I'll takea whatever work you can give me.

WRITE-ON SUPERVISOR: That's what we need.

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.

JIM: See you next week!

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.

EXT. CAMPUS LAWN--DAY

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.

JIM: Hi, Marlene!

Marlene looks up and puts down her book.

MARLENE: Jim!

Marlene puts her arm around Jim tenderly for a few seconds.

JIM: I haven't seen you in a few weeks. Where have you been?

MARLENE: Trying to avoid people so I don't flunk all my courses this term.

JIM: I miss talking with you.

MARLENE: I miss you,too, Jim. Did you end up finding some job?

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.

MARLENE: Do you like doing the ghostwriting?

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.

MARLENE: Are you able to live on what they pay you?

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.

Marlene laughs.

MARLENE: Somebody's purchasing their dissertation?

JIM: Yeah. She needs to get a PhD in Educational Administration in order to get hired as a university administrator.

Marlene laughs.

MARLENE: I always wondered why university administrators don't seem to know anything.

Jim laughs.

JIM: How about going to a movie with me this weekend?

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.

JIM: Oh...Well, he seems like a nice guy.

MARLENE: Why don't you call me in a few weeks? I should have more free time by then.

JIM: O.K. I'll call you in a few weeks.

Jim suddenly give Marlene a quick kiss on the cheek and stands up.

JIM (CONT'D): Well, I guess I better start typing up that paper.

MARLENE: Nice seeing you again, Jim.

The Fugitive Generation (xix)

2009-05-09T11:25:00.000-07:00

INT. COFFEEHOUSE--NIGHT

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 hiss guitar.

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.

She looks down on her index card.

EMCEE (CONT'D): Let's hear it for Jim Wilson.

One person in audience quietly applauds. Emcee walks towards rear of coffeehouse. Jim pulls microphone closer to him. He remains seated as he sings.

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):

Oh, many, many ages ago
Red people lived alone
At peace with the buffalo
Oh, they're livin' on stolen goods.

To make money they came
The Anglos and their slaves
For housework, they had their dames
Oh, they're livin' on stolen goods.

And they brought with them their guns
And whipped and shot Black ones
They brainwashed their children
Oh, they're livin' on stolen goods.

And westward ho!, they marched
And shot down the reds who tried to resist
And this whole land they robbed
Oh, they're livin' on stolen goods.

And they cramped the Red people in camps
And ghettoized the Blacks
And now they're into Asia
Oh, they're livin' on stolen goods.

Amerika, your riches
Are based on your robbery
You white racists are doomed
'Cause you're livin' on stolen goods.

Yes, many, many ages ago
Red people lived alone
At peace with the buffalo
Oh, they're livin' on stolen goods.

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.

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.

Jim packs up his guitar after lights are turned on. Emcee smiles at Jim.

EMCEE (CONT'D): I liked your song. Maybe next time you'll have more of an audience when it's your turn to sing.

JIM: Do so many people usually show up to sing for the "Open Mike Night"?

EMCEE: Usually even more than we had tonight. This is Ann Arbor, you know. Where everybody thinks he can make it as a musician.

INT. STUDENT UNION BUILDING--DAY

Jim pickes up "Michigan Daily" newspaper from newsstand. He pays cashier, looks at headline and shakes his head.

C.U. Headline of "Michigan Daily"

"NIXON ORDERS BOMBING OF NORTH VIETNAM RESUMED; PARIS PEACE TALKS SUSPENDED."

INT. ACADEMIC BUILDING LOBBY--DAY

Marlene is sitting behind People Against The Air War table. Jim walks to table and hands her newspaper.

JIM: Did you see the headline, Marlene?

MARLENE: No.

JIM: They're bombing North Vietnam again.

Marlene puts down newspaper.

MARLENE: What should we do?

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.

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.

EXT. DIAG AREA OF CAMPUS--DAY

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.

MARLENE: We are here today to protest the Nixon Administration's decision to again escalate its war against the Indochinese people.

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.

Yesterday the Nixon Administration resumed the bombing of North Vietnam. And today, it has begun bombing the outskirts of Hanoi.

People Against The Air War demands that all U.S. bombing in Indochina be immediately stopped!

Demonstrators applaud.

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!

Demonstrators applaud.

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!

Demonstrators cheer and applaud.

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!

Demonstrators applaud. While they're applauding, Marlene turns to Jim.

MARLENE (CONT'D): Jim. Why don't you speak for a few minutes?

Marlene hands Jim the bullhorn.

JIM: They told us the bombing of our Indochinese sisters and brothers had ended. But today they're bombing Hanoi!

They told us they were negotiating a peace agreement in Paris. But today the Paris peace talks are no longer going on!

Is the war in Indochina over?

DEMONSTRATORS: No!

JIM: Is there peace in Indochina?

DEMONSTRATORS: No!

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!

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!

But the Death Culture--in whose name the Pentagon bombs--is being opposed by the Life Culture, as well as by the Indochinese people.

Those of us who live around campuses like Ann Arbor and are anti-war: We represent the Life Culture!

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!

Jim stretches out his right arm and points off-campus at the same time a student newspaper photographer snaps his camera.

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.

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!

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!

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!

Demonstrators cheer and applaud.

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.

Demonstrators applaud.

Jim hands bullhorn to Rachel. She is wearing jeans and t-shirt that says "Remember Kent State!".

RACHEL: I was arrested in Washington at the May Day demos last year. But the Pentagon is still 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!

Demonstrators cheer and applaud. Rachel hands the bullhorn to VIETNAM VET, 24, a bearded freak with long red hair.

VIETNAM VET: I'm a Vietnam Veteran Against The War. And I'd like to say a few words.

Demonstrators cheer and applaud. Then there is silence.

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.

Let's cut the speeches now. Let's stop bull-shitting. And let's start marching to the ROTC building!

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.

DEMONSTRATORS: One! Two! Three! Four! We don't want your fuckin' war!

EXT. ROTC BUILDING--DAY

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.

INT. ROTC BUILDING HALLWAY--DAY

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.

INT. ROTC CLASSROOM--DAY

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.

INT. ROTC STORAGE CLOSET--DAY

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.

INT. ROTC CLASSROOM--DAY

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.

INT. ROTC BUILDING HALLWAY--DAY

Marlene and Jim join others in tipping over lockers in hallway.

EXT. ROTC BUILDING--DAY

Led by Vietnam Vets, demonsrators leave ROTC building and link up with other demonstrators already outside.

EXT. ENGINEERING BUILDING--DAY

Vietnam Vet and his group lead demonstrators into building.

INT. ENGINEERING BUILDING HALLWAY--DAY

Demonstrators are in front of door marked "Restricted Area." Vietnam Vet opens door.

INT. ELECTRONIC WAR RESEARCH LAB--DAY

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.

EXT. DIAG AREA OF CAMPUS--DAY

Demonstrators march across campus, towards Downtown Ann Arbor.

DEMONSTRATORS: One, two, three, four! We don't want your fuckin' war! One, two, three, four! We don't want your fuckin' war!

EXT. DOWNTOWN STREET--DAY

Demonstrators march down street, still chanting. They block traffic, while non-demonstrating students watch from sidewalk.

DEMONSTRATORS: One, two, three, four! We don't want your fuckin' war!

EXT. U.S. MILITARY RECRUITMENT OFFICE--DAY

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.

DEMONSTRATORS: One, two, three four! We don't want your fuckin' war!

EXT. DIAG. AREA OF CAMPUS--dAY

The size of anti-war demonstration has grown. Marlene is standing on library steps and speaking through a bullhorn.

MARLENE: We are here to demand that the Nixon Administration stop its bombing in Indochina!

Demonstrators cheer.

MARLENE (CONT'D): And to demand that all weapons production in Ann Arbor for the automated air war in Indochina be ended!

Demonstrators cheer.

MARLENE (CONT'D): We also demand that the University of Michigan stop doing war research for the electronic battlefield in its laboratories!

Demonstrators cheer.

MARLENE (CONT'D): What do we want?

DEMONSTRATORS: Peace!

MARLENE (CONT'D): When do we want it?

DEMONSTRATORS: Now!

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?

DEMONSTRATORS: Yes!

Rachel raises her fist.

RACHEL: To the highway!

EXT. WASHTENAW BLVD.--DAY

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.

Marlene walks with group of women students. She is smiling and laughing, as the women talk with each other.

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.

JIM: Oh, hi Rachel. Good demo, huh?

Rachel looks over Jim's body and gives him a seductive glance.

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.

Rachel puts her right arm around Jim's waist fondly for a few seconds. Jim gazes at Rachel for a moment. Then he smiles.

JIM: O.K. After the demo we can get a cup of coffee together.

The anti-war march moves forward again. Jim and Rachel converse quietly and laugh, while they now march next to each other.

EXT. INTERSTATE HIGHWAY ENTRANCE--DAY

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.

DEMONSTRATORS: No Police State! Remember Kent State! No Police State! Remember Jackson State!

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.

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.

EXT. WASHTENAW BLVD.--DAY

Demonstrators march rapidly on Washtenaw Blvd. in a less jovial mood than previously. Many of the demonstrators are still coughing.

DEMONSTRATORS: One, two, three, four! We don't want your fuckin' war! The streets belong to the people! The streets belong to the people!

INT. COLUMBIA SPECTATOR STUDENT NEWSPAPER OFFICE--DAY

Louise is sitting behind desk editing copy. Eddie rushes into office.

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!

Louise stands up.

LOUISE: Shut it down like in 1968? When?

EDDIE: They say they'll march into a building as soon as they finish marching up Broadway!

LOUISE: How many are marching?

EDDIE: it looks like a thousand.

LOUISE: Holy shit! That Greenberg guy was right when he predicted that Columbia would get shut down this month!

The Fugitive Generation (xviii)

2009-05-08T07:37:00.000-07:00

INT. HALLWAY--DAY

Maloney and Kelly walk slowly down hallway and stop in front of Apt. 1-H. Kelly rings doorbell.

NEIGHBOR (O.S.): (man's voice) Who is it?

NEIGHBOR, 75, has no foreign accent.

KELLY: It's the FBI. We'd like to speak with you.

Neighbor opens apartment door.

INT. LIVING ROOM--DAY

NEIGHBOR'S WIFE, 72, turns off television set.

NEIGHBOR: Have a seat.

Maloney and Kelly enter apartment and sit down on couch. Neighbor sits down on chair next to his wife.

NEIGHBOR (CONT'D): How can we help you?

KELLY: We'd like to ask you some questions about your neighbors in Apartment 1-G. The Greenbergs. Do you know them?

NEIGHBOR: We say hello to each other in the hall.

MALONEY: How are they as neighbors?

NEIGHBOR'S WIFE: They're good neighbors. They're very quiet. We've never had any trouble with them.

KELLY: How long have the Greenbergs been your neighbors?

NEIGHBOR: Two years. Maybe three years.

MALONEY: Have you ever seen their son?

NEIGHBOR'S WIFE: I saw him a few times around Thanksgiving. When he was staying over to visit them.

NEIGHBOR: I bumped into him in the hall a few times.

KELLY: What did he look like?

NEIGHBOR: He has long, kinky hair and a mustache.

NEIGHBOR'S WIFE: He looks like a hippie.

KELLY: Do you know whether he owns a car or has a driver's license?

NEIGHBOR: I don't know.

NEIGHBOR'S WIFE: I wouldn't know anything about that.

KELLY: Did you ever notice him getting any visitors at his parent's apartment when he would stay there?

NEIGHBOR: I never saw him in the hall with any visitors.

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.

Kelly shows them a photograph.

C.U. PHOTOGRAPH OF YOUNG MAN

KELLY (CONT'D) (V.O.): Have you ever seen him around this building?

NEIGHBOR (V.O.): Not around this building. Just on TV.

NEIGHBOR'S WIFE (V.O.): Just in the newspapers and on TV.

C.U. PHOTOGRAPH OF YOUNG WOMAN

KELLY (V.O.): What about her?

NEIGHBOR (V.O.): Never saw her before.

NEIGHBOR'S WIFE (V.O.): I never saw her around this building.

Maloney and Kelly stand.

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.

NEIGHBOR: We'll be watching out for him. If you want us to.

KELLY: Let me take down your phone number. We'll be telephoning you from time to time.

NEIGHBOR: Our phone number is 459-600.

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.

KELLY: Have a good day!

NEIGHBOR: Same to you.

Maloney and Kelly leave apartment. Neighbor closes door.

NEIGHBOR'S WIFE: It's like Nazi Germany. Now we have to spy on our neighbors.

NEIGHBOR: We have no choice. If we don't cooperate with them, they might get nosey about Alfredo's construction business.

INT. GREENBERGS' APARTMENT--DAY

GREENBERG'S MOTHER, 50, is a physically attractive women who wears slacks. She is stretched out on her bed reading a library book.

C.U. BOOK COVER of "Eleanor Roosevelt's Autobiography"

Sound of doorbell buzz. Greenberg's Mother slowly gets up from bed, walks from bedroom into living room and to door.

GREENBERG'S MOTHER: Who is it?

MALONEY (O.S.): It's the FBI. We'd like to speak with James Greenberg.

GREENBERG'S MOTHER: I don't know where he is.

INT. HALLWAY--DAY

MALONEY: Are you his mother?

GREENBERG'S MOTHER (O.S.): Yes, I am.

MALONEY: And you're Mrs. Jacob Greenberg?

GREENBERG'S MOTHER (O.S.): Yes.

MALONEY: May we come in and speak with you for a few minutes, Mrs. Greenberg?

GREENBERG'S MOTHER (O.S.): No.

MALONEY: When did you last see your son?

GREENBERG'S MOTHER (O.S.): He visited us around Thanksgiving. But I haven't heard from him since then.

MALONEY: Do you know where he's living now?

GREENBERG'S MOTHER (O.S.): I have no idea.

MALONEY: Aren't you worried about what might happen to him?

GREENBERG'S MOTHER (O.S.): I worry constantly about him.

MALONEY: Did he ever talk about any of the Weather fugitives when he visited you?

INT. GREENBERGS' APARTMENT--DAY

Greenberg's Mother grimaces.

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.

Greenberg's Mother walks slowly back to bedroom.

INT. HALLWAY--DAY

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?

Maloney shrugs.

MALONEY (CONT'D): Let's get going.

KELLY: Should I ask O'Connor to put a tap on her phone?

MALONEY: Might as well. Let's see who she calls. And what she tells other people about her son.

EXT. ANN ARBOR STREET--DAY

Jim is walking from campus toward downtown Ann Arbor. Car pulls up beside him and honks. Jim looks up towards the car.

INT. JULIE'S CAR--DAY

Julie sits in driver's seat. Smiling, she rolls up window.

JULIE: Jim!

EXT. ANN ARBOR STREET--DAY

JIM: Julie! How have you been?

Jim walks over to car.

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.

JIM: A check? I didn't expect any money for that research.

JULIE: The check's at my house. Hop in! I'll drive you over there now, so I can give it to you.

Jim gets in car. Car moves forward.

INT. JULIE'S CAR--DAY

JULIE: I haven't seen you in the "Ann Arbor Power Structure" class lately.

JIM: I've been busy going to the People Against The Air War meetings.

JULIE: We can still use you in the class. To do more research on white church property and stock investment in Ann Arbor.

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.

EXT. HOUSE--DAY

After Julie parks car in front, Jim follows Julie into house.

INT. JULIE'S APARTMENT--DAY

Jim follows Julie into apartment.

JULIE: Have a seat, while I get the check.

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.

JULIE (CONT'D): Here it is.

Julie hands Jim the check.

C.U. CHECK

The check is for $200. It is made out to "Jim Wilson" and is signed "Hal Thompson."

JIM (V.O.): That's very generous of Hal.

Jim puts check in his pocket.

JULIE: Hal was very pleased with the research you did.

JIM: How did you come to get involved with the Black Economic Development Council?

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.

JIM: Are you from Michigan?

JULIE: No. I grew up in Delaware. In Wilmington.

JIM: What does your father do?

JULIE: He's an executive with DuPont.

JIM: DuPont?...I guess he doesn't like you to be so involved with the Black Economic Development Council.

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.

Jim laughs.

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.

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.

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.

Julie touches Jim fondly.

JULIE: Then why haven't you been coming the the power structure research workshop class lately?

JIM: I think the War is still the main issue.

Julie backs away from Jim.

JULIE: But what about racism?

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.

JULIE: That's not what Hall thinks.

JIM: The mass base Hal is attempting to organize may have different priorities than the mass base I'm trying to organize.

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?

JIM: If you're going that way.

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.

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".

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.

Julie walks towards apartment door and Jim follows her out of the apartment.

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2009-05-07T07:33:00.000-07:00

INT. AUDITORIUM--NIGHT

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.

Jim, Marlene, Rachel and other People Against The Air War members enter the auditorium. Quietly, they sit down in rear of the auditorium.

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.

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.

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.

President Flame stands up and walks to podium, next to Air Force Colonel Washington.

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.

The audience applauds President Flame. After applause ends, Jim stands up in rear of auditorium.

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?

The People Against The Air War students applaud. An ELDERLY VETERAN, in a suit and tie, starts to yell from his seat.

ELDERLY VETERAN: (yells) Sit down, ya bum! We didn't come to listen to you!

JIM: The Colonel had his chance to speak. Now People Against The Air War should get a chance to show you the slide show.

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.

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.

President Flame confers with Air Force Colonel Washington on stage, then faces audience again.

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.

Some scattered applause. Then people begin standing up and leaving.

MARLENE: Let's go to the "Michigan Daily" office and tell them what happened.

INT. COLLEGE NEWSPAPER OFFICE--NIGHT

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.

INT. STUDENT GOVERNMENT OFFICE--NIGHT

Jim helps Marlene put slide show equipment in back office. They're each laughing.

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.

MARLENE: O.K. That sounds like it would be fun.

Marlene switches off office lights.

INT. COFFEESHOP--NIGHT

Marlene and Jim are sitting in a booth, talking and laughing while eating cake.

MARLENE: What do you do when you're not doing anti-war work?

JIM: Well, I'm actually a musician. A folksinger.

MARLENE: I guess that's more fun than being a student.

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.

MARLENE: Those sound like good reasonss. But what brought you to Ann Arbor?

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.

MARLENE: What do you mean when you say "fantasy world"?

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.

MARLENE: Where are you living?

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?

MARLENE: O.K. But I can't stay too long, since I have to get up early. For a women's student union meting tomorrow morning.

The WAITRESS places check on table. Jim picks up check.

MARLENE: I'll pay half the check.

Jim reads check.

JIM: Your share, with the tip, is a dollar-fifty.

Marlene hands Jim $1.50. Jim places $3.00 on table. Then they leave coffeeshop.

EXT. STREET--NIGHT

Marlene and Jim walk slowly, while laughing and talking.

EXT. JOSEPH PLACE HOUSE--NIGHT

Marlene and Jim go inside.

INT. HALLWAY--NIGHT

Jim and Marlene stand in front of door to Jim's room. Jim turns key.

JIM: It's not too large a room. But it's comfortable.

Jim opens door.

INT. JIM'S ROOM--NIGHT

Marlene smiles.

MARLENE: So this is where you live.

JIM: Have a seat!

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.

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?

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.

JIM: I guess I feel that way, too. Maybe that's why we were meant to do anti-war work together.

MARLENE: Well, that's one way of explaining it.

Marlene gets up from chair.

MARLENE (CONT'D): I should get going now. If I want to be able to get up for that meeting tomorrow.

Marlene walks toward door, while Jim stands up.

JIM: You sure you don't want me to walk you home?

Marlene shakes her head.

MARLENE: It's only a few blocks away.

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.

MARLENE (CONT'D): Goodnight, Jim. I'll see you by the table Monday morning.

Marlene opens door.

JIM: Have a good meeting tomorrow, Marlene.

Marlene leaves. Jim closes door and takes out guitar.

INT. JIM'S ROOM--NIGHT

Jim writes on a piece of paper. Then he puts paper on floor, picks up guitar and reads from paper as he sings softly.

JIM: (sings softly)

"Oh, you've won my heart
With your softness
Kind, gentle blond-haired
Marlene, Marlene, Marlene, Marlene,
Marlene, Marlene, Marlene.

It's been so long
Since I felt love
Compassionate, soulful
Marlene, Marlene, Marlene, Marlene,
Marlene, Marlene, Marlene.

(chorus)
I'm a working-class lover
You're the fairest I see
I got sisters and brothers
You're the one most like me.

(more verses)

Hearing your voice
Feeling you close
Makes me just think of
Marlene, Marlene, Marlene, Marlene,
Marlene, Marlene, Marlene.

Watching you shine
Moves me inside
Wanting to just kiss
Marlene, Marlene, Marlene, Marlene,
Marlene, Marlene, Marlene. (chorus)

Against the war
Serving the poor
Overwhelmed by your beauty
Marlene, Marlene, Marlene, Marlene,
Marlene, Marlene, Marlene.

So brave and strong
Romance reborn
I'm madly in love with
Marlene, Marlene, Marlene, Marlene,
Marlene, Marlene, Marlene. (chorus)

EXT. LONG ISLAND EXPRESSWAY--DAY

Maloney drives car, with Kelly in front seat, on Long Island Expressway.

EXT. EXIT SIGN FOR UTOPIA PARKWAY--DAY

Car leaves Long Island Expressway.

EXT. QUEENS APARTMENT BUILDING--DAY

Car stops in front of high-rise Queens apartment building.

INT. CAR--DAY

MALONEY: What's the address again?

Kelly looks at paper in his hand.

KELLY: One-Eighty-Nine-O-Four.

MALONEY: Which one of these buildings is that?

KELLY: That one on the right.

Maloney parks car.

EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING--DAY

Maloney and Kelly walk into building lobby.

INT. BUILDING LOBBY--DAY

Maloney and Kelly stand in front of apartment mailboxes.

C.U. WALL OF MAILBOXES--DAY

MALONEY (V.O.): There are six different apartments where the last name is "Greenberg" in this building.

KELLY: The Greenberg we want lived in apartment 1-G.

MALONEY: Let's see if their neighbor knows anything.

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2009-05-06T20:02:00.000-07:00

INT. HEALTH FOOD RESTAURANT--DAY

Jim and Marlene converse as they eat lunch. Both smile and laugh frequently.

JIM: How did you come to get so politically active?

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.

JIM: What were you into before you got into activism?

Marlene laughs.

MARLENE: Oh, I was your All-American girl in high school. Cheerleader. Prom queen. In all the clubs.

JIM: I'm glad you became radicalized. The cheerleaders I knew in high school never got involved in the anti-war movement.

MARLENE: Most of my old high school girlfriends didn't get involved either.

JIM: Do you know what you're going to do after you graduate?

MARLENE: I don't know. Maybe teach. I try not to think about it.

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.

Rachel enters restaurant.

RACHEL: Hey, Marlene? Did you see this?

Rachel reads aloud from the "Michigan Daily" student newspaper.

RACHEL (CONT'D): "Air Force Colonel Washington will be speaking about `The New Military' on Friday night."

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?

Jim smiles.

INT. STUDENT UNION BUILDING LOUNGE--NIGHT

About 25 students are sitting around in a circle on floor of lounge, listening to Jim speak.

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.

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.

The Fugitive Generation (xv)

2009-05-06T07:54:00.001-07:00

INT. STUDENT UNION BUILDING LOUNGE--NIGHT

About 25 students are sitting around in a circle on floor of lounge, listening to Jim speak.

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.

Rachel raises hand.

MARLENE: Rachel?

RACHEL: What about demonstrating at the offices of those companies in Ann Arbor that still have weapons contracts with the Pentagon?

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.

INT. ACADEMIC BUILDING LOBBY--DAY

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.

MARLENE: Good to see you so early in the morning. You're so reliable.

JIM: I signed up to table all morning.

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.

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.

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.

Jim presses the switch. As Marlene walks away the sound of the slide show voice-over can be heard.

SLIDE SHOW V.O.: The war in Indochina is not over...

C.U. HALL CLOCK

Time is 10:30.

Jim is standing between table and wall, conversing with a long-haired male student. After conversation ends, Jim notices Marlene walking towards him.

MARLENE: How's it going?

JIM: People stopped by for awhile and watched bits and pieces of the slide show. Everybody seems against the War around here.

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.

INT. STUDENT GOVERNMENT OFFICE--DAY

Jim and Marlene are about to leave office.

JIM: Well, Marlene. How about some lunch?

MARLENE: O.K. I know a good place where we can talk.

The Fugitive Generation (xix)

2009-05-05T13:30:00.000-07:00

INT. STUDENT GOVERNMENT OFFICE--DAY

Marlene and Jim are sitting behind desk where leaflets are piled. Rachel enters office.

RACHEL: I see the leaflets are ready. I'll pass some out on the Diag, in front of the library.

Marlene hands her some leaflets.

MARLENE: Did you finish that paper?

RACHEL: I stayed up till three in the morning. But I finally finished it.

Rachel turns around and starts walking out the office.

RACHEL (CONT'D): See you at the meeting tonight.

Some students from previous night's meeting enter office. Marlene hands them each leaflets.

EXT. STUDENT UNION BUILDING--DAY

Marlene and Jim are handing out leaflets to students walking in and out of building. Most students eagerly take a leaflet.

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!

Marlene runs out of leaflets and walks over to Jim, who soon finished handing out his remaining leaflets.

MARLENE: That's all the leaflets we have.

JIM: They went fast. People here seem more interested than they are back East in taking leaflets.

Marlene looks at her watch.

MARLENE: I should try to make my history class now. See you at the meeting tonight, Jim.

Jim smiles.

JIM: Let's hope people show up.

Marlene walks across street to academic building. Jim gazes at her from behind until she enters the building.

The Fugitive Generation (xiii)

2009-05-05T08:46:00.000-07:00

INT. STUDENT UNION MEETING ROOM--NIGHT

MARLENE, 21, a long-haired blonde woman wearing overalls, is standing in front of group of students and Jim.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

MARLENE (CONT'D): Rachel?

RACHEL: I propose that we start a group called "People Against The Air War." And that we call a meeting for tomorrow night.

Students and Jim applaud. Marlene smiles.

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.

Marlene takes yellow pad out of her knapsack. She hands pad to student who is sitting in first row of audience group.

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.

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.

JIM: I can help you with the leaflet. I just moved to Ann Arbor. But I've done anti-war work in other places.

RACHEL: Great! We can always use somebody new who's willing to do the shitwork!

Marlene and Jim laugh.

MARLENE: What's your name?

JIM: Jim.

MARLENE: My name's Marlene. And this is Rachel.

Jim smiles at Rachel. Rachel nods and looks Jim over quickly.

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.

Rachel puts on her knapsack and walks from room.

MARLENE: Don't kill yourself doing that term paper, Rachel.

Marlene turns back to Jim.

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.

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.

JIM: Need any help carrying all that stuff?

MARLENE: No. It's pretty light.

Marlene and Jim walk from room.

INT. STUDENT UNION BUILDING HALL--NIGHT

Marlene and Jim walk slowly in hall.

JIM: How come you're able to use the student government office to do anti-war work?

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.

JIM: That's how a student government office should be used.

INT. STUDENT GOVERNMENT OFFICE DOORWAY--NIGHT

Marlene puts slide projector on floor. She takes out a key and opens door to student government office.

INT. STUDENT GOVERNMENT OFFICE--NIGHT

Marlene turns on lights to office. Large room contains desks, chairs and inner offices.

C.U. CLOCK

Time is 9:15.

Jim sits in front of typewriter.

C.U. CLOCK

Time is 9:45.

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.

MARLENE: (reads) "The war is still not over. Peace still has not come to Indochina."

INT. INNER OFFICE--NIGHT

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.

INT. STUDENT GOVERNMENT OFFICE--NIGHT

Four piles of leaflets are on one of desks. Marlene is wearing her coat. She and Jim smile at each other.

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.

JIM: What time does it go to press?

MARLENE: Usually by eleven.

Jim looks at clock on wall.

C.U. CLOCK

Time is 10:50.

JIM: You don't have much time to get there.

MARLENE: It's just across the street. And I'm a fast runner.

Jim smiles. Marlene picks up her knapsack and Jim follows her out of office.

EXT. SIDE ENTRANCE STUDENT UNION BUILDING--NIGHT

Marlene and Jim walk out of building at fast pace.

JIM: I'll see you tomorrow then, Marlene. I'm glad I came and heard you speak tonight.

Marlene smiles.

MARLENE: I'm glad you came, too, Jim.

They wave goodnight to each other. Marlene runs across street. Jim walks slowly in opposite direction.

The Fugitive Generation (xii)

2009-05-04T10:34:00.000-07:00

INT. MANPOWER TEMP OFFICE--DAY

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.

JIM: I'm looking for some temporary work.

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.

Jim looks at clock on wall behind Manpower Supervisor's desk.

C.U. The time is 7 o'clock.

Jim fills out forms, hands them to the Manpower Supervisor and takes seat on bench.

C.U. The time is 8:45.

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.

MANPOWER SUPERVISOR: Hello?...He didn't show up?...O.K. I'll send somebody else over right now.

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.

MANPOWER SUPERVISOR (CONT'D): Wilson!

Jim walks up to desk.

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.

He hand card to Jim.

EXT. BENDIX PLANT ENTRANCE--DAY

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.

JIM: I'm from Manpower. I'm supposed to go to Personnel.

BENDIX SECURITY GUARD: It's in the building over there.

He points toward small building in front of factory. Jim walks into small building.

INT. BENDIX PERSONNEL OFFICE--DAY

BENDIX PERSONNEL MANAGER, 35, sits behind a desk. Jim sits on chair at side of desk.

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.

He picks up his phone receiver and dials three digits.

BENDIX PERSONNEL MANAGER (CONT'D): Hello, Frank? We got a temp worker here who needs to be fingerprinted and photographed.

He puts down receiver.

BENDIX PERSONNEL MANAGER (CONT'D): He'll be right out.

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.

INT. BENDIX LAB--DAY

MR. DUNCAN, 32, wearing suit and tie, hands Jim a rag and a featherduster.

MR. DUNCAN: So that's why you have to be very careful when you dust this equipment. Because it's very delicate.

JIM: I think I can do the job.

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.

Jim nods.

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.

C.U. CLOCK IN LAB INDICATES 12:10

Jim begins dusting scopes of lab equipment.

C.U. CLOCK IN LAB INDICATES 2:10.

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.

BENDIX TECHNICIAN I: They say they'll be closing up at 3 today because of another bomb threat.

BENDIX TECHNICIAN II: Another one! This is the third bomb threat in two weeks.

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.

BENDIX TECHNICIAN II: You sure you didn't tell your wife to call in a bomb threat so you could get off early today?

The Bendix Technicians both laugh. Jim finished dusting lab equipment quickly and leaves lab rapidly.

INT. COLUMBIA SPECTATOR STUDENT NEWSPAPER OFFICE--DAY

Louise sits behind desk, reading copy. Eddie walks up to her, holding a letter.

EDDIE: Hey, Louise! Another letter from that Greenberg guy. The envelope was postmarked Kent, Ohio this time.

LOUISE: Let me see it.

Eddie hands her letter. Louise reads it and smiles.

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.

EDDIE: Are we going to print it?

LOUISE: No. I don't want to give the FBI an excuse to come back here again.

INT. U. OF MICHIGAN GRADUATE LIBRARY STACKS--NIGHT

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.

JIM: Patty! I never thought I'd meet you here. You didn't strike me as somebody who studies in the stacks.

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.

Jim laughs.

JIM: Maybe it's cosmic that you bumped into me?

PATTY: I told you we'd be seeing each other again around campus. What have you been up to lately?

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.

PATTY: I thought the war in Viet Nam was over. I mean nobody's getting drafted anymore.

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?

PATTY: Well, I'm not really into anti-war meetings. Especially when I have this paper I have to finish.

JIM: I guess I should let you get back to doing the paper, then.

Jim touches Patty on the shoulder in an affectionate way.

JIM (CONT'D): Nice bumping into you again, Patty.

Jim goes back to browse in stacks. Patty starts writing in her notebook, while looking at an open book.

The Fugitive Generation (xi)

2009-05-03T17:13:00.000-07:00

EXT. FRONT OF ANN ARBOR BUS STATION--NIGHT

Jim gets out of Greyhound bus. He walks across downtown Ann Arbor.

EXT. STUDENT UNION BUILDING--NIGHT

Jim enters building.

INT. STUDENT UNION BUILDING LOBBY--NIGHT

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.

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.

Jim raises his hand. Hal nods.

HAL (CONT'D): Yes?

JIM: Where can I register if I'm a non-student?

HAL: You don't have to register for this course. You just come, have a seat and participate.

The students laugh. Jim sits next to Patty.

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.

Patty raises her hand. Hal nods.

HAL (CONT'D): Yes?

PATTY: How do we go about doing this? They don't teach us how to research the board of regents in our regular courses.

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.

The workshop starts to break-up. Students individually converse. Julie walks up to Jim.

JULIE: Glad to have you in the class. My name is Julie.

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.

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.

JIM: It's that secret, huh? I'll go to the library when I get a chance. And see what I can find.

JULIE: That's great.

Hal walks up to Julie.

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.

JULIE: O.K. I'm ready to leave now. (To Jim) See you when the whole class meets.

Hal and Julie walk out front door of the student union building. Remaining students gather up their books. Jim glances at Patty.

JIM: Have you been interested in power structure research long?

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.

JIM: Well, there are other ways to work for radical change than doing power structure research...What's your name?

PATTY: Patty. And yours?

JIM: Jim...Do you feel like going out for a cup of coffee?

PATTY: I was going to go straight home...How about walking me home? We can smoke a joint at my place.

JIM: (smiles) That sounds like it would be fun.

Patty and Jim walk out of lobby together.

INT. PATTY'S LIVING ROOM--NIGHT

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.

JIM: Well, I guess I should go now.

Patty stands up, also very smashed. She escorts Jim to door.

PATTY: I'm sure we'll be seeing each other again around campus.

Jim kisses her goodbye on the cheek.

JIM: Thanks for the smoke.

Jim turns around and walks onto the street.

INT. JIM'S ROOM--NIGHT

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.

JIM (sings):

Oh, Patty, I need you bad
Oh, Patty, I need your love
And Patty, I feel so sad
Oh, Patty, please give me a hug.

The world's so insane
And I'm lost in the rain
I've seen so much pain
And I don't know my name.

Oh, Patty, let me touch your lips
Oh, Patty, I'm so full of trips
And Patty, let me feel your hips
Oh, Patty, please give me a kiss.

I'm a penniless bum
But I like to have fun
I've been on the run
And I've learned how to love.

Oh, Patty, you're so beautiful
You're someone who I wish to know
And Patty, I will let you grow
Oh, Patty, we can build a home.

The students walk by
Yet they don't hear the cry
There's love in the air
And I wish you were near.

The Fugitive Generation (x)

2009-05-02T14:23:00.000-07:00

EXT. KENT STATE CAMPUS--DAY

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.

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.

EXT. KENT STATE CAMPUS--NIGHT

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.

BARBARA: Jim!

Barbara gives Jim an affectionate kiss and a big, warm hug.

BARBARA (CONT'D): What are you doing here?

JIM: I was hoping to bump into you.

Barry turns around and walks back towards where Barbara and Jim are standing. Barbara points to Barry.

BARBARA: Barry's my fiance. We're getting married this June.

Jim is stunned. Then he laughs.

JIM: Well, I guess that summer seems like many years ago.

BARBARA: It does.

EXT. COUNTRY FIELD--NIGHT

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.

EXT. KENT STATE CAMPUS--NIGHT

Barry stands next to Barbara.

JIM: Well, I have to hurry now if I want to make my bus connection to New York. Have a good life, Barbara!

Jim quickly turns away from Barbara and Barry. He walks rapidly across campus, towards Kent's Main Street.

BARRY: Who was that guy?

BARBARA: Oh, just some guy I know from Camp Mountaintop. We were both counselors there two summers ago.

Barbara holds Barry's hand as they continue walking back towards dormitories.

INT. KENT MOTEL LOBBY--NIGHT

KENT MOTEL RECEPTIONIST, 21, male. He hands Jim a key.

INT. KENT MOTEL ROOM--NIGHT

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.

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?

"The students at Kent State seem apathetic and politically straight these days. I guess they're afraid of getting shot at again.

"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.

"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.

"Yours in love and struggle,

"Jim Greenberg
"Columbia SDS"

Jim folds the paper up, puts it in the envelope and addresses the envelope.

C.U. OF ENVELOPE

"Editor, Columbia Daily Spectator, Student Newspaper, 317 Ferris Booth Hall, Columbia University, NY, NY 10027." The return address is "Kent State University, Kent, Ohio."

EXT. MAIN STREET, KENT, OHIO--DAY

Jim drops envelope in mailbox. He walks to highway entrance, sticks out thumb, and is picked up by two long-haired male students.

EXT. AKRON BUS STATION--DAY

Jim gets out of car, walks inside bus station.

The Fugitive Generation (ix)

2009-05-01T10:25:00.000-07:00

EXT. ANN ARBOR SAVINGS AND LOAN BUILDING--DAY

Jim enters bank.

INT. BANK CUSTOMER SERVICE AREA--DAY

CUSTOMER SERVICE OFFICER, 33, a dressed-up white woman sits behind a desk.

CUSTOMER SERVICE OFFICER: What kind of account do you wish to open?

JIM: Just a savings account.

Customer Service Officer hands Jim forms.

CUSTOMER SERVICE OFFICER: You just have to fill these forms out.

Jim fills forms out and hands completed forms back to Customer Service Officer, who quickly looks them over.

CUSTOMER SERVICE OFFICER (CONT'D): And how much money do you want to open the account with?

JIM: Five hundred dollars.

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.

CUSTOMER SERVICE OFFICER: Here you are, Mr. Wilson. And I hope you enjoy living in Ann Arbor.

Customer Service Officer hands Jim his new bank book.

JIM: I'm sure I will.

INT. ANN ARBOR BUS STATION--DAY

Jim is standing in front of ticket counter. The TICKET-SELLER, 31, is an African-American man.

JIM: I'd like a round-trip ticket to Kent, Ohio.

TICKET-SELLER: Kent, Ohio? Let me see if there's a connection to a bus that goes there.

Ticket-Seller thumbs through schedule of bus routes and bus fares.

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.

JIM: Oh. Then I'll just buy a round-trip to Akron.

INT. AKRON BUS STATION--DAY

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.

JIM: How do I get to Kent from here?

INFORMATION BOOTH CLERK: You can catch a cab in front of the bus station.

Jim walks out to front of bus station and towards a waiting cab there.

EXT. HIGHWAY EXIT--DAY

Cab drives towards highway exit sign which points to "Kent."

EXT. MAIN STREET, Kent OHIO--DAY

Jim gets out of cab. He glances briefly at deserted Main Street of Kent, Ohio.

The Fugitive Generation (viii)

2009-04-30T20:39:00.000-07:00

INT. ANN ARBOR PUBLIC LIBRARY--DAY

Jim walks up to female LIBRARY CLERK who sits behind registration desk.

JIM: I'd like to apply for a library card.

LIBRARY CLERK: Have you ever had a library card before?

JIM: Not at this library. I just moved to Ann Arbor a few days ago.

Library Clerk hands Jim application.

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.

JIM: Can I take out any books today?

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.

JIM: That's great.

C.U. of Application.

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.

LIBRARY CLERK: Is your legal name--"Jim"--or "James"?

JIM: "Jim." Everyone's called me "Jim" since I was a child. That's my legal name.

Library Clerk types out temporary library card for Jim, then walks back to registration desk.

LIBRARY CLERK (smiles): Here you are, Mr. Wilson.

Library Clerk hands Jim temporary library card.

JIM: Thanks.

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.

The Fugitive Generation (vii)

2009-04-29T06:23:00.000-07:00

INT. GROCERY STORE--NIGHT

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.

BEARDED CASHIER: That'll be $1.75.

INT. JOSEPH PLACE HOUSE--NIGHT

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.

JOEY: Welcome! I'm Joey.

Jim smiles and nods.

JIM: I'm Jim.

JOEY: How about coming upstairs to smoke some weed with me?

JIM: O.K. I'll be right up.

JOEY: Catch you later, then.

Joey opens door in hall and walks upstairs to attic apartment.

INT. ATTIC--NIGHT

Joey and Jim are laughing, in-between sharing joints. A Rolling Stones record plays in the background.

JIM: What do you think of the students around here?

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.

JIM: How do you like the landlord?

JOEY: He's cool. He stays downstairs and never comes up here. And he lets me do my thing.

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.

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.

Jim stands up.

JIM: Well, thanks for inviting me up here.

JOEY: Catch you later, brother!

INT. JIM'S ROOM--NIGHT

Smashed, Jim takes out his guitar from its case and sits down on the mattress in the room. He begins to sing loudly.

JIM (sings):

They call him Public Enemy Number One
They say he's done wrong, they seem to want him hung
For many, many months he's been fast on the run
It sure is fun being Public Enemy Number One.

John Dillinger was Public Enemy Number One
Like Billy the Kid, he learned to use his gun
They jailed him 10 years for robbing a small sum
It's better than working, being Public Enemy Number One.

The women are all in love with Public Enemy Number One
Whenever he's around, they each give him a hug
The sheriff and his posse, they often are quite stunned
For they can't seem to locate Public Enemy Number One.

The courtroom is waiting for Public Enemy Number One
They've listed all the crimes, the bankers say he's done
To protect their stocks and bonds, they've spilt a lot of blood
Yet seriosuly they still hunt for Public Enemy Number One.

He sure does confuse me, Public Enemy Number One
He seems very friendly and full of lots of love
I hope they don't kill him for being kind to bums
He seems so symbolic, this Public Enemy Number one

Yes, they call him--

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.

JIM (CONT'D): Who's there?

Silence for a second.

LANDLORD (O.S.): It's the landlord! Open up!

Jim opens door. Landlord is standing outside door with irritated expression.

LANDLORD (CONT'D): If you want to live here, you can't play that guitar so loud at this time of night!

JIM: Oh. Excuse me. I didn't realize sound carried so far in this house. it won't happen again.

LANDLORD: Well, be sure that it doesn't! Because my wife and I can't sleep with that kind of noise.

Landlord closes door and goes back downstairs. Jim smiles and starts to put his guitar back in its case.

EXT. COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY CAMPUS--DAY

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.

EXT. ENGINEERING SCHOOL BUILDING--DAY

Maloney and Kelly stop in front of Engineering School Building.

KELLY: His office should be in this building.

INT. ENGINEERING SCHOOL BUILDING LOBBY--DAY

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."

KELLY (V.O.): Professor Samuel Levine, Room 425. That's him.

MALONEY: Let's see if the professor is in his office.

Kelly presses elevator button, door opens and they enter. Elevator door closes.

INT. ENGINEERING SCHOOL BUILDING HALLWAY--DAY

Maloney and Kelly walk down hallway. They stop in front of Room 425. Door to room is open.

INT. PROFESSOR LEVINE'S OFFICE--DAY

PROFESSOR LEVINE, 58, 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 New York Times, when Maloney and Kelly enter his office.

KELLY (O.S.): Professor Levine?

PROFESSOR LEVINE: Yes?

KELLY: We're from the FBI. And we'd like to speak with you.

Kelly flashes his FBI I.D. card.

PROFESSOR LEVINE: Get out of my office. I have nothing to say to you.

KELLY: We're looking for James Greenberg. He wrote you an open letter in the student newspaper. You know where he's hiding.

PROFESSOR LEVINE: I said get out of my office.

MALONEY: Look, Professor. James Greenberg knows where the Weather fugitives are. And we'd like your cooperation in locating the Weather fugitives.

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...

Maloney shrugs and motions to Kelly to leave.

MALONEY: O.K. Professor. I guess we'll have to come back with a grand jury subpoena the next time we visit you.

Kelly follows Maloney out of the office.

EXT. COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY CAMPUS--DAY

Maloney and Kelly walk in front of Low Library and through Low Plaza.

MALONEY: I think we should teach that commie professor a lesson.

Kelly nods.

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."

Maloney chuckles.

EXT. COLUMBIA STUDENT UNION BUILDING--DAY

Maloney and Kelly stand in front of Ferris Booth Hall, the Columbia Student Union Building, while students walk in and out.

KELLY: The student newspaper office is up on the 3rd floor.

INT. COLUMBIA SPECTATOR STUDENT NEWSPAPER OFFICE--DAY

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.

EDDIE: Hey, Louise! We received another open letter from that Greenberg guy. What should I do with it?

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.

EDDIE: It looks like he's living in Ann Arbor now. According to the postmark on the envelope.

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 Spectator. You might as well throw anymore stuff you receive from him in the basket right away.

Eddie walks towards the office trash basket.

LOUISE (CONT'D): Oh, Eddie!

Eddie turns around.

LOUISE (CONT'D): I wanted to talk to you about covering the James Taylor concert next week.

EDDIE: James Taylor? I'll let you know tomorrow if I can do it.

Eddie dumps the open letter and envelope from Greenberg in the trash basket. Maloney and Kelly enter the office.

LOUISE: May I help you?

KELLY: We're from the FBI.

Kelly flashes his FBI I.D. card.

KELLY (CONT'D): And we'd like to speak with the editor.

LOUISE: FBI? I'm the editor. But people at Spectator don't speak to the FBI. We're a newspaper for students. Not for providing information to cops.

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.

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?

MALONEY: Watch your mouth, girl. Or we may decide to slap a subpoena on you.

LOUISE: Don't call me "girl." I'm a woman. Not a "girl."

MALONEY: I'll call you whatever I like.

KELLY: Let's calm down. We're looking for the Weather fugitives. James Greenberg knows where the Weather fugitives are. And Spectator must know where James Greenberg is hiding.

LOUISE: Eddie! Could you please telephone our lawyer and tell him we want the FBI to get the fuck out of our newsroom?

Eddie dials telephone.

EDDIE: Hello, operator? May I have the phone number for William Kunstler?

MALONEY: O.K. We'll go now. But don't print anymore open letters from Greenberg. Or we'll be back.

Eddie writes down a number.

Maloney turns to Kelly.

MALONEY (CONT'D): Let's go.

Maloney and Kelly leave office.

EDDIE: Should I call Kunstler?

LOUISE: No. Not yet. As long as we don't print any stuff from Greenberg in Spectator, they probably won't be back. That's what they really want out of us.

EDDIE: Do you want me to write a news story about their visit?

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.

The Fugitive Generation (vi)

2009-04-28T07:34:00.000-07:00

EXT. INTERSTATE HIGHWAY--NIGHT

Bus passes sign which says "Ann Arbor--10 Miles."

INT. BUS--NIGHT

Jim and Student are talking to each other and laughing.

EXT. UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN CAMPUS--NIGHT

Bus drives past U. of Michigan campus.

EXT. DOWNTOWN ANN ARBOR--NIGHT

Bus drives through Downtown Ann Arbor. A snow flurry begins.

INT. ANN ARBOR BUS STATION--NIGHT

Jim gets his guitar case and duffle bag from bottom of bus. He waves goodbye to Student.

EXT. DOWNTOWN ANN ARBOR STREET--NIGHT--SNOWING

Jim stands in front of bus stations. He notices flashing neon sign a few blocks away which says "Motel-Vacancy" and walks toward motel.

INT. MOTEL RECEPTION AREA--NIGHT

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.

JIM: I'd like a room for the night.

Frowning, Motel Receptionist stands up and hands registration form to Jim.

MOTEL RECEPTIONIST (gruffly): We don't accept checks. And you'll have to pay us in advance. In cash.

Jim smiles.

JIM: How much?

MOTEL RECEPTIONIST: Twenty for the night.

Jim hands a twenty-dollar bill to Motel Receptionist. The Motel Receptionist hands Jim a pen.

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.

C.U. OF REGISTRATION FORM

Jim prints "Jim Wilson" on line over "Name" and "320 E. 6th St., New York, NY" on line over "Address".

Motel Receptionist hands Jim key and Jim carries duffle bag and guitar case upstairs.

INT. MOTEL ROOM--NIGHT

Jim dumps guitar case and duffle bag on the bed and quickly exits from room.

EXT. DOWNTOWN ANN ARBOR STREET--NIGHT

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.

EXT. STUDENT UNION BUILDING--NIGHT

Jim glances at Student Union Building entrance.

INT. STUDENT UNION BUILDING LOBBY--NIGHT

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.

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.

Jim hangs up phone.

EXT. JOSEPH PLACE HOUSE--NIGHT

House was built in 1920s and has 3 stories. Jim rings bell.

INT. JOSEPH PLACE HOUSE--NIGHT

Bearded, short-haired LANDLORD, 35, husky and tall, stands in front of Jim.

JIM: I'm here to look at the room for rent. I spoke with you on the phone.

Landlord quickly glances at Jim and smiles.

LANDLORD: It's on the second floor. In front. Follow me.

They walk up the stairs.

LANDLORD (CONT'D): The bathroom is at the end of the hall. And the shower is in the basement.

Landlord unlocks room #6.

INT. ROOM--NIGHT

Room contains mattress on the floor, desk, dresser, chair and mirror.

JIM: It looks fine to me. Is it O.K. if I move in tomorrow?

LANDLORD (smiles): If you pay me the rent and a month's security now, in cash, you can move in here tonight.

Jim takes out six $20 bills from his wallet.

LANDLORD (CONT'D): Let's go downstairs and I'll give you a set of keys and a rent receipt.

INT. LANDLORD'S APARTMENT--NIGHT

Landlord writes out a rent receipt at his desk.

LANDLORD: What's your name again?

JIM: Wilson. Jim Wilson.

Jim hands Landlord the $120 and the Landlord quickly counts it.

LANDLORD: Here's your receipt. And here's the key to your room. All the mail gets put on that table.

Landlord points to table in hallway outside his apartment.

JIM (smiles): That's easy to remember. I'll be moving in tomorrow morning.

EXT. JOSEPH PLACE HOUSE--DAY

Jim carries duffle bag and guitar case into house.

INT. JIM'S ROOM--DAY

Jim dumps duffle bag and guitar case on mattress and quickly leaves room.

EXT. CAMPUS AREA--DAY

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.

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.

EXT. STUDENT UNION BUILDING--DAY

Jim stands in front of the Student Union Building.

INT. STUDENT UNION BUILDING BOOKSTORE--DAY

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.

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.

INT. FRONT OF STUDENT UNION RIDE BOARD--DAY

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.

The Fugitive Generation (v)

2009-04-27T09:09:00.000-07:00

INT. SUPER'S LIVING ROOM -- DAY

Kelly and Maloney stand next to TONY THE SUPER, 62.

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.

EXT. TOLEDO RAILROAD STATION -- DAY

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 duffle bag and a worn-out guitar case.

Jim walks across street to Toledo bus station.

INT. TOLEDO BUS STATION -- DAY

Jim buys ticket, puts duffle bag and guitar case below bus, and boards bus. "Ann Arbor" is indicated as bus' destination.

INT. BUS -- DAY

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.

JIM: You're lucky you made the bus.

STUDENT: My dad couldn't start his car before he dropped me off.

JIM: How far you goin'?

STUDENT: Ann Arbor.

JIM: That's where I'm goin'. But I've never been there before.

STUDENT: Are you going to school there now?

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.

The Fugitive Generation (iv)

2009-04-26T09:15:00.000-07:00

INT. LIVING ROOM -- DAY

Apartment is sparsely furnished. MRS. BERNSTEIN, 72 and petite, stands in living room. Maloney and Kelly search apartment quickly.

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?

MRS. BERNSTEIN: Any mugger or rapist can knock on the door. And say they're from the FBI.

MR. BERNSTEIN: What do you want us to do?

KELLY: We want you to look at these photographs of Greenberg and some Weather fugitives.

MR. BERNSTEIN: What do you mean by "Weather fugitives"?

KELLY: They're people we're looking for who are armed. And very dangerous. Greenberg is helping them out.

Kelly shows them photograph.

C.U. OF H.S. YEARBOOK PICTURE OF CLEAN-SHAVEN MAN.

KELLY (V.O.): Have you ever seen him?

MR. BERNSTEIN (V.O.): No. Never saw him.

MRS. BERNSTEIN (V.O.): No. He's so young.

C.U. OF A DIFFERENT YOUNG MAN.

KELLY (V.O.): How about him? Have you ever seen him?

MR.BERNSTEIN (V.O.): Yeah. I think I saw this guy on TV.

MRS. BERNSTEIN (V.O.): That's right, Max. He was on TV.

MALONEY: But did you ever see him in this building?

MRS. BERNSTEIN: No. Never saw him here.

C.U. OF A YOUNG WOMAN

KELLY (V.O.): What about her?

MRS. BERNSTEIN (V.O.): She's so pretty.

KELLY (V.O.): Have you seen her in this building?

MR. BERNSTEIN (V.O.): No. Never saw her before.

MRS. BERNSTEIN (V.O.): No.

MALONEY: Which apartment does the Super live in?

MR. BERNSTEIN: On the first floor.

MALONEY (turns to Kelly): Let's speak to the Super.

Maloney and Kelly turn to leave the apartment.

MR. BERNSTEIN: Sorry we couldn't help you more.

The Fugitive Generation (iii)

2009-04-25T07:36:00.000-07:00

MALONEY (CONT'D): Wait! Sombebody's coming.

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.

KELLY: We're from the FBI. We want to look inside your apartment.

Kelly flashes his FBI I.D. at Mr. Bernstein.

MR. BERNSTEIN (slight Yiddish accent): FBI? My apartment? Why my apartment?

MALONEY: We're looking for James Greenberg. He lives in this apartment. He knows where the Weather fugitives are.

MR. BERNSTEIN: My wife and me live here. We just moved here from Pelham Parkway. My name is Bernstein. Not Greenberg.

MALONEY: Then let us look inside. If Greenberg doesn't live here, why doesn't she open the door?

Mr. Bernstein unlocks the door, leads Kelly and Maloney into apartment.

MR. BERNSTEIN: She never opens the door to anyone. It might be a mugger. Or a rapist.

The Fugitive Generation (ii)

2009-04-24T21:04:00.000-07:00

INT. HALL OUTSIDE APT. 2D -- DAY

Kelly knocks on door. Maloney covers him from behind. The peephole on door opens.

KELLY: We're from the FBI. We'd like to speak with you.

MRS. BERNSTEIN (O.S.)(elderly voice, slight Yiddish accent): What do you want?

KELLY: We want to speak to James Greenberg.

MRS. BERNSTEIN: (O.S.): He don't live here. Go away.

Maloney steps closer to door.

MALONEY: Open the door. We want to look inside.

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.

The Fugitive Generation (i)

2009-04-24T18:02:00.000-07:00

FADE IN:

EXT. BRONX STREET -- DAY

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.

INT. CAR--DAY

MALONEY: Let's look inside.

EXT. BRONX STREET -- DAY

Maloney and Kelly get out of car, cross street, cautiously approach apartment building.

INT. BUILDING HALL -- DAY

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.