Thursday 31 March 2011 @ 7:43 pm
Disclaimers up front…
This is a work-in-progress, not the final script, or even the final version of the scene. When all’s said and done, there’s a good chance this scene might not even make the final draft, left alone the first cut. Consider it more of a sketch than anything else: an impression of what I’m going for in HIT SOMEBODY.
This sequence takes place after the opening scene of the film, currently page 3 of the script.
The RICKMAN listed as a character slug is intended to be Alan Rickman. The film is meant to play like a novel, and Alan is our omniscient narrator. But rather than simply slug him in the script as NARRATOR, calling the Narrator RICKMAN gives me something to shoot for, as well as provides a familiar voice in my head while I’m writing the narrative.
Full disclosure: I haven’t had a chance to discuss HIT SOMEBODY with Alan yet, so if you see him, please let him know that he has the most dialogue of anybody in the film (though he’ll only be on screen briefly in his cameo as Lord Stanley during a Cup history lesson flashback).
I’ve written the role of Buddy’s Father, WALTER McCRACKEN, for Stephen Root. (He knows).
I’ve written the role of Buddy’s Mother, PHYLLIS McCRACKEN, for Melissa Leo. (She knows).
EXT BIG BEAVER TOWN SQUARE – DAY
We get a good look at what little there is of the “town” of Big Beaver: two or three farming-related stores, a griddle joint, maybe a church. But the obvious jewel in their crown? The town rink – where the game continues. We burn in BIG BEAVER, SASKATCHEWAN 1954. Penalties In Minutes: 0.
INT McCRACKEN PICKUP TRUCK – SAME
Reveal some really bad looking, non-fluoridated teeth: close on WALTER McCRACKEN, who lets his false upper plate drop, playing with it against his lips and tongue, the way a hockey player will absently teethe their mouth-guard.
EXT EUROPEAN WOODS BATTLEFIELD – NIGHT FLASHBACK
Same size on a YOUNG WALTER in a fox hole. He’s returning fire at Nazi combatants, who rush his fox hole.
Out of ammo, the rushing Nazi releases a war cry, leaping into the foxhole with his empty rifle. The wide-eyed Walter screams as well.
The German soldier smashes his rifle butt into Walter’s mouth, destroying Walter’s fronts.
Walter spits his teeth into his hand, then offers a ferocious glare up at the suddenly scared Nazi.
Walter slowly rises, as the Nazi offers a hands-up apology, chattering away in German as Walter tosses his empty rifle slightly into the air, catching it in a suddenly hockey-familiar grasp, his eyes full of hockey-hate.
Walter cross-checks the Ratzi in his mouth. Teeth explode.
Walter throws off his helmet, grabs the stunned soldier by his uniform jacket, pulls it up over the German’s head, and upper-cuts the shit out of him – as if they were on the ice.
From another foxhole, two other Canadian soldiers see…
Walter and his opponent, head and shoulders seemingly jutting out of a large hole in the ground. Walter swings the Nazi into the side of the foxhole and continues to pound.
The two Canadian soldiers watch what’s, in essence, a hockey fight against their mortal enemy. They immediately leap out of their fox holes, gun fire echoing around them.
Landing in the foxhole beside Walter, the other two Canadian soldiers – like any good teammates would – join in the beating against the boards, Hanson Brothers-style.
Pull back slow on all three Canadian soldiers, suddenly singing an impromptu, punch-punctuated version of Oh, Canada as they beat a Nazi.
Walter stops long enough to pop a smoke in his mouth as his fellow soldiers continue singing and beating. We burn in CANADA VS RATZIS, 1-0, WWII PENALTIES IN MINUTES: 83,432.
INT McCRACKEN PICKUP TRUCK – DUSK
Back in the 50’s, Buddy uses matches to light a cigarette planted firmly in his own mouth. Once it’s burning, he hands it to Walter, who drives. Walter pulls his upper plate out of his mouth and hangs it out the window, airing his teeth while he smokes. He nudges his young son, winking.
Phyllis reveals her cigarette, drawing deeply.
There’s our three-shot: Phyllis and Walter McCracken, on either side of l’il Buddy, smoking like chimneys, back when you could smoke in front of a kid. The kid coughs away.
Buddy nods enthusiastically. Walter musses his son’s hair.
Phyllis slaps Walter upside his head.
Walter uses his uppers in a kind of low-rent Senor Wences hand puppet affair, “talking” to Buddy.
Buddy coughs, clearly due to his parents’ smoking.
EXT McCRACKEN FARM – DUSK
The pickup pulls off the rural road, onto a long dirty driveway, leading to a small house with a barn & horse pen, adjacent to winter-dead fields.
CUT TO OPENING LOGO OF HOCKEY NIGHT IN CANADA, CIRCA 1954
- Copyright Kevin Smith
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