Big Eyes Page #3

MARGARET:

(SHOCKED)

You were a bridesmaid!

DEE-ANN

Exactly. That's why I couldn't speak

up. But if I ever see you wrong off

again, I will tell you.

(LONG BEAT)

Now come on. Let's have some fun.

WIDE - They start WALKING. Dee-Ann gestures.

DEE-ANN

Toss off your middle-class

preconceptions! This is Pompeii!

We're livin' in the volcano!! For

jazz, check up the hungry i. For

Italian, Vanessi's. For salvation,

try the Buddhist temple. For art, the

Six Gallery --

They pass a GALLERY. The displays are stark, Calder-like

MOBILES and found-object SCULPTURES. Margaret stares, unsure.

MARGARET:

Do they only show Modern?

DEE-ANN

Everyone only shows Modern!

(SHE POINTS)

In the basement, they've got espresso.

MARGARET:

What's espresso?

(WORRIED)

Is that like reefer?

Dee-Ann LAUGHS, astounded.

DEE-ANN

You've got a lot to learn!

EXT. ART SHOW - DAY

A Sunday ART SHOW. It's picturesque, amateur ARTISTS

displaying their paintings, jewelry, sculpture...

The modern stalls are crowded with trendy BOHEMIANS. Abstract

lines, speckles of color. We drift away... and find Margaret,

alone in her stall with Jane. Margaret sits patiently,

surrounded by Big Eye paintings and charcoal portraits. In

contrast with the neighbors, her work seems... quaint.

6.

A pink, chubby TOURIST FAMILY ambles over. Margaret brightens

hopefully.

TOURIST GUY:

Your stuff is cute. How much?

MARGARET:

Today's a special: Two dollars.

TOURIST GUY:

I'll give you one.

Beat -- then she nods, agreeing. She gestures.

The little BOY sits. Margaret clips a fresh sheet of paper,

sharpens her charcoal... and... goes motionless. Studying the

boy's face. He gazes back.

Then -- inspired, she begins sketching his EYES. Large and

exaggerated. Then she fills in the shape of his head. His

ears. His jaw.

In a rush, his likeness appears. The parents come over to

peek -- then gasp. Margaret is good. She sketches faster.

Focused. Until a LOUD, PLUMMY VOICE drifts in...

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