Into the Woods Page #3

JACK:

Mother, no-- he’s the best cow in the

world--

JACK’S MOTHER

Was. She’s been dry for weeks. We’ve

no food or money and no choice but to

sell her.

JACK:

But Milky-White is my best friend!

JACK’S MOTHER

Look at her!

THERE ARE BUGS ON HER DUGS./ THERE ARE

FLIES IN HER EYES./ THERE’S A LUMP ON

HER RUMP/ BIG ENOUGH TO BE A HUMP!

JACK:

But-

JACK’S MOTHER

WE’VE NO TIME TO SIT AND DITHER/ WHILE

HER WITHERS WITHER WITH HER--/ AND NO

ONE KEEPS A COW FOR A FRIEND!

Sometimes I wonder what’s in that head

of yours.

INT. BAKER’S COTTAGE - DAY

LRRH gives the BAKER a coin as his WIFE looks on adoringly.

She loves having the little girl here. The Baker, not so

much.

LRRH:

INTO THE WOODS, IT’S TIME TO GO,/ I

HATE TO LEAVE, I HAVE TO, THOUGH./

INTO THE WOODS-- IT’S TIME, AND SO/ I

MUST BEGIN MY JOURNEY.

INTO THE WOODS AND THROUGH THE TREES/

TO WHERE I AM EXPECTED, MA’AM,/ INTO

THE WOODS TO GRANDMOTHER’S HOUSE...

She shoves the entire bun into her mouth.

LRRH (CONT’D)

(with her mouth full)

INTO THE WOODS TO GRANDMOTHER’S

HOUSE...

WIFE:

You’re certain of your way?

As LRRH sings, she begins to help herself to all the buns she

can lay her hands on.

LRRH:

THE WAY IS CLEAR,/ THE LIGHT IS GOOD,/

I HAVE NO FEAR,/ NOR NO ONE SHOULD./

THE WOODS ARE JUST TREES,/ THE TREES

ARE JUST WOOD./

(to the Wife)

I SORT OF HATE TO ASK IT,/ BUT DO YOU

HAVE A BASKET?

The WIFE reaches for a basket, while the BAKER tries to wrest

away a bun or two from the girl.

BAKER:

I don’t suppose you’re planning on

buying any of these?

The WIFE gives the BAKER a look, then hands LRRH a basket.

WIFE:

Now, don’t stray and be late!

BAKER:

And you might save some of those

sweets for Granny.

EXT. THE VILLAGE - DAY - MOMENTS LATER

The BAKER, and his WIFE are in front of their shop, watching

as LRRH skips down the lane.

LRRH:

(to herself))

INTO THE WOODS AND DOWN THE DELL,/ THE

PATH IS STRAIGHT, I KNOW IT WELL./

INTO THE WOODS, AND WHO CAN TELL/

WHAT’S WAITING ON THE JOURNEY?/ INTO

THE WOODS TO BRING SOME BREAD/ TO

GRANNY WHO IS SICK IN BED./ NEVER CAN

TELL WHAT LIES AHEAD,/ FOR ALL THAT I

KNOW, SHE’S ALREADY DEAD.

Her path takes her through an ancient GRAVEYARD and on

towards the forest’s edge.

LRRH (CONT’D)

BUT INTO THE WOODS,/ INTO THE WOODS,/

INTO THE WOODS/ TO GRANDMOTHER’S

HOUSE/ AND HOME BEFORE DARK!

INT. CINDERELLA’S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY

The BIRDS are dropping the last of the lentils into the pot.

LUCINDA (O.S.)

Cinderella!

FLORINDA (O.S.)

Get up here!

CINDERELLA:

FLY BIRDS,/ BACK TO THE SKY,/

The BIRDS begin to make their way out through the fireplace

and windows as CINDERELLA sings her incantation.

LUCINDA (O.S.)

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