The Majestic Page #2

Tell me something, Jerry.

You tight with J. Edgar Hoover?

I wouldnt know Hoover if he walked

in here wearing a dress.

Too bad. He says Im a Communist.

In fact, at this very moment

some grey little FBI guy...

...in a grey little FBI suit...

...is hunched over my screenplay,

checking it, line by line...

...for the poisonous Marxist

propaganda which surely lurks therein.

Hope they check for spelling.

-I can always use help with that.

-Youre babbling.

Ashes to Ashes, my movie!

Couldve been good.

Even with the stupid dog.

My Grapes of Wrath.

My shot at doing something

really good, something....

Something.

-Whats it about?

-Pain, nobility.

The human condition.

Truth.

It was my chance to get out

of B movies and onto the A list.

Go home. Why dont I call

that gal of yours, Sandy?

Cant, she dumped me.

Dont you worry about me.

Hey, Im gonna give you

a little extra something...

...because you took a big chance

talking to me.

Pete, youre not gonna drive

in this condition, are you?

I cant take this constant nagging.

Im leaving you, Jerry.

Im leaving, and Im taking

the monkey with me.

Hey, I got a "what if."

What if you and me

just drive up the coast...

...till the sun comes up

or the gas runs out?

We change our names,

start new lives...

...never come back.

Sound good?

Oh, youre just saying that.

Im talking to the monkey.

Oh, my God! Okay. Okay, come on.

Its okay. Itll be fine.

Its gonna be fine.

Its gonna be fine.

Its gonna be...

...fine. Oh, sh*t!

Come on. Come on!

We got it. We got it.

Jesus, no! God! Oh, God!

Come on. What the hell?! Let me out!

Help!

Teddy, what you got there? Hey, Teddy.

I Knock it off! Get out of there!

What in Gods name--?

What in the hell happened to you, son?

-Im not exactly sure.

-You think you can sit up?

I could try.

Easy. Easy.

Easy. All right. Oh, my God.

Wait a minute.

Maybe you shouldnt stand.

Do you wanna try it? Great God.

Lordy, lordy, lordy.

What in the hell--?

The town is a fair piece down there.

Do you wanna try walking?

-Okay.

-You sure?

All right, take it easy.

Now, just go slow.

Go slow, damn it.

Oh, easy. Easy. Here, here.

-Use that. I think its clean.

-Thank you.

You know, you seem an odd bit

familiar to me.

Do I know you?

I dont know. Do you?

-Its so quiet.

-Yeah, well, its early yet.

Most folks are just waking up.

Its usually pretty quiet even then.

Thats Ernie Coles place.

Hes our druggist and mayor.

Lost two boys in the war.

Joe at Anzio and Willy at Bastogne.

-They were good boys, both of them.

-Theres so many.

All told, this town gave 62...

...of its young men to the war.

More than our share.

17 of them at Normandy alone.

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