Beetlejuice Page #2

BARBARA:

I'll go see who that is.

You start counting.

BARBARA goes out of the kitchen into the dining room.

ADAM starts counting the stars by naming off the states.

ADAM:

Maine. New Hampshire.

Vermont. Massachusetts

Connecticut.

EXT:
FRONT OF THE HOUSE -- DAY

A bottle green Cadillac has pulled up in front of the house next

to the Maitland's station wagon. When the driver's door opens, a

well-dressed middle aged woman steps out, and starts resolutely

for the front steps of the house. (This is JANE BUTTERFIELD.)

INT:
KITCHEN -- DAY

BARBARA comes back in.

ADAM:

(Finishing with the stars)

They're all there.

BARBARA:

It's Jane.

ADAM:

Whose turn is it?

BARBARA's face falls.

BARBARA:

It's mine.

ADAM's face lights up.

ADAM:

I'm going to pick pears.

DOORBELL rings.

ADAM grabs up a basket by the back door and steps outside.

BARBARA:

What do I tell her?

ADAM:

What I told her last time.

And what you told her the time

before that. No.

INT:
LIVING ROOM -- DAY

BARBARA opens the door. Outside on the porch stands JANE

BUTTERFIELD. JANE is a tall nervous woman, who looks as if she's

divorced three husbands and buried another for good measure.

She's ruthless but in her own weird way, quite pleasant.

BARBARA:

Hello, Jane.

JANE:

How are you, Barbara? How's

the flag cake coming? You

remembered the sugar this

year, didn't you?

BARBARA:

Nobody ever forgets these

simple mistakes.

JANE:

I'm selling lottery tickets.

Worthy cause. We're sending

the high school honor students

to New York for a few days.

Give them a taste of real

city life. How many do you

want? Ten, twenty?

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