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.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Monday, May 4, 2009
The Fugitive Generation (xii)
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 hands 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.
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 hands 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.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
The Fugitive Generation (xi)
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.
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.
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.
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