电影剧本大全_A CROWDED ROOM

by

James Cameron

FADE IN:

We don't know what we're looking at. It's an abstract

mass -- swirling lines in constant motion -- but we're too

close to see any form.

As WE PULL BACK, we can now make out that they are what

seem like animated streaks of charcoal -- forming and

reforming into a series of drawings:

First, a small girl, clutching a rag doll. She stares

plaintively into the lens as around the edges of the

frame, a male figure with a thick, black moustache,

cradles her protectively in his arms.

But this image quickly changes to a landscape -- evil and

foreboding. A desolate farmhouse against an overcast sky.

Leafless trees with spiky tentacles for branches sprout

like eruptions from the very bowels of hell. It's every

shade of gray -- ominous, depraved.

Now we start to close in on this landscape's heart of

darkness -- a constricted old corn crib -- but before we

get close enough to see inside it, the scene shifts. A

pale, sad-eyed teenage girl looking straight at us. Then

we move to a line drawing of the rag doll that the little

girl had clutched earlier -- only now it hangs from a

noose, surrounded by long, shattered lines that recall the

farmhouse branches. The last shift leads us to a dark

haired little boy, scared into impenetrable silence, as he

is approached from behind by the immense, leering

presence of an adult male.

Finally, this Rotoscope animated picture transform itself

into reality -- an actual oil painting, wet and glistening

on a canvas. It's the first image we've seen that has

dimension or texture. In a moment, a paint-stained hand

enters the frame and feverishly smears the adult figure

beyond all recognition with its fingers, leaving the

little boy alone in the F.G. Then, the hand leaves,

returning with a paint brush. It re-does the area

surrounding the child in a wash of midnight blue. As it

does, we hear:

DONNA (V.O.)

He had some kind of stain or

something on his hands.

KLEBERG (V.O.)

Stain? What, like dirt?

BOXERBAUM (V.O.)

Oil?

DONNA (V.O.)

No. They were blue. Dark blue.

All over his fingers.

KLEBERG (V.O.)

Ink?

DONNA (V.O.)

No. I don't know what it was. But

it had a funny smell to it.

INT. POLICE STATION - NIGHT

DONNA WEST is a short, plump woman in her twenties, eyes

red from crying, hair in her face, talking to POLICE CHIEF

KLEBERG and DETECTIVE BOXERBAUM. She's huddled across a

table from them in a blanket. Beside her stands a FEMALE

POLICE OFFICER.

A LEGEND COMES UP ON SCREEN: OCTOBER 22, 1977

DONNA

Oh, God, I don't know. I can't

think.

BOXERBAUM

Alright, don't worry about his

hands. Just try and tell us

whatever you remember so that we can

get a statement.

DONNA

It was about eight A.M. and I was

getting out of my car in the parking

lot.

KLEBERG

This is at Ohio State?

DONNA

Yes, I'm an optometry student there.

EXT. PARKING LOT - MORNING

DONNA WEST is getting out of her beat up Toyota. We see

what she describes.

DONNA (V.O.)

I had gone around to the passenger

side to pick up some books, and as I

was leaning in...

BILLY MILLIGAN, a regular looking guy, maybe a little

burlier than average, with a full mustache and brown

tinted sunglasses, enters frame. He holds a small

revolver, which he presses against DONNA'S arm.

BILLY

Would you please get in the car?

Frightened, she does. BILLY goes around to the driver's

side and gets in. He takes out a pair of handcuffs and

cuffs her to the inside of the door. He goes through her

bag and pulls out her car keys. He starts the car and

drives off.

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