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.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Saturday, May 2, 2009
The Fugitive Generation (x)
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.
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.
Friday, May 1, 2009
The Fugitive Generation (ix)
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.
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.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
The Fugitive Generation (viii)
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.
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.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
The Fugitive Generation (vii)
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, 55, wears a suit, tie and glasses. His office is filled with hundreds of books on its shelves. Walls are decorated with anti-war posters. He is sitting at his desk, reading the 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.
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, 55, wears a suit, tie and glasses. His office is filled with hundreds of books on its shelves. Walls are decorated with anti-war posters. He is sitting at his desk, reading the 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.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
The Fugitive Generation (vi)
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 duffel 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 duffel bag and guitar case upstairs.
INT. MOTEL ROOM--NIGHT
Jim dumps guitar case and duffel 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 duffel bag and guitar case into house.
INT. JIM'S ROOM--DAY
Jim dumps duffel 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.
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 duffel 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 duffel bag and guitar case upstairs.
INT. MOTEL ROOM--NIGHT
Jim dumps guitar case and duffel 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 duffel bag and guitar case into house.
INT. JIM'S ROOM--DAY
Jim dumps duffel 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.
Monday, April 27, 2009
The Fugitive Generation (v)
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 duffel 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.
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 duffel 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.
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