EXT. ELECTRIC SIGN
It FILLS THE SCREEN (designed to exactly FILL THE FRAME size
of whatever ratio we're shooting in). It says:
This message will be a little cryptic to the movie audience
on an essentially BLACK SCREEN. HOLD for a beat, then it
the lights flash this sign, which should explain it
And a slow distant ROLL OF THUNDER in the far distance; now
the SOUND of media begin to come up loud, under:
EXT. FLATBUSH AVENUE - DAY
LONG SHOT down the Avenue, 400 mm lens, heat waves shimmering,
thousands of old people, and people with children in strollers
moving restlessly about in the heat on those endless miles
The SHOT is ON SCREEN only for a beat or two, then gone...
SOUND TRACK COMES FROM A THOUSAND TRANSISTOR RADIOS, TV SETS,
AUTO RADIOS, BLENDED IN THE OPEN AIR...
RADIO ANNOUNCER 1 (V.O.)
...the situation continued tense in
the Middle East today, as...
EXT. SHEA STADIUM (TV CLIP) - DAY
An unnamed player swings and hits a high pop up...
ANNOUNCER 2 (V.O.)
...hits a high inside pitch foul
into the upper stands...
ANGLE ON CROWD:
as the ball comes down they scramble and fight for it...
A touch of viciousness...
ANNOUNCER 3 (V.O.)
...B-52's meanwhile, unleashed the
heaviest bombing of the war...
EXT. MOVIE HOUSE TO MACDONALD'S - DAY
We are SEEING HEIDI, though we don't know it yet - she's
just another pretty 175-pound Italian girl with two kids,
KIMMY, JIMMY, about four and five years old. Right now she
is a lump of browning flesh, shining with oil among rows of
similar ladies (mostly thinner, but all with a certain
unhealthy softness about them) laid out in rows and groups
across the sand. SHOOT LOW AND LONG, so heat shimmers rise,
as though the heat were baking the oil out of this mob,
visible suntan oil pollution... Heidi's transistor blasts
ROCK MUSIC into the air.
REVEREND LEE, SHE SAID, LORD KNOWS I
LOVE YOU, REVEREND LEE - DO IT TO ME
ANNOUNCER 3 (V.O.)
...the American High Command announced
the famed 25th Cavalry Division would
be coming home! The 25th Cavalry,
long since afoot, hardened in battle
in the jungles of World War II...
FAR DISTANT THUNDER ROLLS...
INT/EXT. SONNY'S CAR - STREET - DAY
It is parked in a drab Brooklyn street. Beside the car stands
SAL, medium height, also good-looking in an intense boyish
way. His eyes dart about suspiciously, the ever-watchful