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| − | "FERRIS BUELLER'S DAY OFF"
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| − | John Hughes
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| − | SHOOTING SCRIPT
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| − | July 24, 1985
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| − | "FERRIS BUELLER'S DAY OFF"
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| − | 1 BLACK SCREEN 1
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| − | MAIN TITLES
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| − | IT'S SILENT. A BEAT...AND AN EXPLOSION OF SOUND. A HOUSEHOLD
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| − | IN THE MORNING. KIDS GETTING READY FOR SCHOOL. CLOCK RADIOS.
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| − | KITCHEN APPLIANCES. SHOWERS. FIGHTING. PEOPLE YELLING. DOG
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| − | BARKING. APPLIANCES BUZZING. CAR HORNS. IT SOUNDS JUST LIKE
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| − | YOUR HOUSE DID. STREAMS OF ROCK'N ROLL FADE IN AND OUT. HUEY
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| − | LEWIS TO LIONEL RITCHIE TO HUSKER DU. SURROUND MAKES IT FEEL
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| − | LIKE YOU'RE IN THE ROOM. AN AURAL TOUR OF A HOUSE ON A
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| − | SCHOOL MORNING. BEGINING IN THE KITCHEN AND MOVING UPSTAIRS.
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| − | FATHER'S VOICE (TOM)
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| − | Where's my wallet?!
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| − | SEVEN YEAR OLD BOY (TODD)
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| − | YOU IDIOT!!
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| − | TWELVE YEAR OLD GIRL (KIMBERLY)
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| − | MOM!
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| − | TODD
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| − | SHUT-UP!
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| − | EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL (JEANIE)
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| − | I NEED A TOWEL!!
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| − | TOM
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| − | JOYCE!
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| − | KIMBERLY
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| − | (whispers, sadistic)
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| − | When you turn ten, your head's going
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| − | to swell up real big like a watermelon
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| − | and we're going to have to put you
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| − | to sleep like they do with a dog.
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| − | TODD
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| − | MOM!
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| − | TOM
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| − | JOYCE!!
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| − | JEANIE
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| − | WHO PISSED ON THE TOILET SEAT!? MOTHER!!
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| − | TOM
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| − | Where's Mom?
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| − | TODD
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| − | Is my head going to swell up?
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| − | TOM
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| − | What?!
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| − | JEANIE
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| − | OH, MY GOD! THE TOILET PAPER'S ALL WET!!!
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| − | MOTHER (JOYCE)
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| − | (screams)
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| − | TOM!
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| − | The house falls dead SILENT. We hear footsteps thundering
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| − | through the house. A TENSE STRAIN OF MUSIC FADES UP.
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| − | TODD
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| − | What's that?
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| − | KIMBERLY
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| − | Wait! Hold still!
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| − | TODD
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| − | What?!
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| − | KIMBERLY
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| − | You heads starting to swell up!!
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| − | Todd screams. We hear the sound of Tom's footsteps running
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| − | through the kitchen, down the hall, up the stairs, up the
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| − | hallway. A door open.
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| − | TOM
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| − | (breathless)
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| − | What's the matter?
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| − | JOYCE
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| − | (worried)
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| − | It's Ferris!
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| − | TOM
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| − | What's wrong?
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| − | JOYCE
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| − | (snaps)
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| − | What's wrong? For Christ's sake!
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| − | Look at him!
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| − | 2 CLOSE-UP. FERRIS 2
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| − | An eighteen year-old boy. He's staring lifelessly at CAMERA.
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| − | His mouth's open. His eyes are bugged-out. His tongue is fat
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| − | and dry in his mouth. He's laying in bed, on his side.
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| − | 3 INT. BOY'S BEDROOM 3
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| − | Ferris' parents, TOM and JOYCE BUELLER are standing at
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| − | bedside. They're in their late forties, early fifties.
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| − | Handsome, upper-middle class parents. They're both dressed
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| − | for work.
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| − | TOM
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| − | Ferris?
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| − | JOYCE
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| − | He doesn't have a fever. But he says
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| − | his stomach hurts and he's seeing spots.
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| − | 4 CLOSE-UP. FERRIS 4
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| − | His lifeless eyes blink.
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| − | 5 INT. BEDROOM. PARENTS 5
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| − | Tom bends down and touches Ferris' forehead.
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| − | TOM
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| − | What's the matter, Ferris?
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| − | JOYCE
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| − | Feel his hands. They're cold and clammy.
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| − | Tom takes one of Ferris' hands.
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| − | TOM
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| − | (discreetly)
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| − | Should you call the doctor?
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| − | JOYCE
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| − | (whispers)
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| − | He doesn't want me to.
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| − | TOM
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| − | Why don't you want Mom to call
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| − | Ferris exhales loudly. He tries to speak but all he can
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| − | manage is a choked gasp.
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| − | TOM
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| − | What?
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| − | Ferris tries again.
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| − | FERRIS
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| − | (raspy)
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| − | Don't make a fuss. I'm fine. I'll get up.
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| − | He starts to get up. Joyce gently pushes him back down.
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| − | FERRIS
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| − | I have a test today. I have to take it.
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| − | I want to get into a good college
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| − | so I can have a fruitful life...
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| − | JOYCE
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| − | You're not going to school like
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| − | this.
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| − | (to Tom)
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| − | Maybe I should call the office and
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| − | tell them I won't be in.
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| − | FERRIS
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| − | I'm okay, Mom. I feel perfectly...Oh, God!
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| − | He's gripped by a seizure. His body stiffens and he chokes.
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| − | His older sister, JEANIE, walks into the room. She's dressed
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| − | for school. She's cute and stuck-up. A major pill.
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| − | JEAN
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| − | Oh, fine. What's this? What's his problem?
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| − | JOYCE
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| − | He doesn't feel well.
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| − | JEAN
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| − | Yeah, right. Dry that one out
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| − | and you can fertilize the lawn.
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| − | TOM
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| − | That's enough, Jeanie.
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| − | JEANIE
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| − | You're not falling for this, are you?
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| − | Tell me you're not falling for this.
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| − | FERRIS
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| − | Is that Jeanie? I can't see that
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| − | far. Jeanie?
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| − | JEANIE
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| − | Pucker up and squat, Ferris.
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| − | JOYCE
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| − | (annoyed)
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| − | Thank you, Jeanie. Get to school.
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| − | JEANIE
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| − | (angry, defeated)
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| − | You're really letting him stay home?
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| − | I can't believe this. If I was bleeding
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| − | out my eyes, you guys'd make me go to
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| − | school. It's so unfair.
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| − | FERRIS
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| − | Please don't be upset with me, Jeanie.
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| − | Be thankful that you're fit and have
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| − | your health. Cherish it.
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| − | JEANIE
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| − | (to herself)
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| − | Oh, I wanna puke.
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| − | She glares at Ferris. Her eyes are mascara and vengence. She
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| − | Myocardial infarction?
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| − | JOYCE
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| − | Get your stuff. Daddy'll be right
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| − | Syphilitic meningitus? That would be
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| − | TOM
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| − | KIMBERLY
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| − | If he dies, I got dibs on his stereo.
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| − | TODD
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| − | Dad? Does my head look alright?
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| − | Get downstairs! Now!
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| − | TODD
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| − | Just answer me one question! Is it
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| − | A WATERMELON!
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| − | (yells out the room)
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| − | Shut-up!
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| − | Get downstairs! NOW!
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| − | I'll be okay. I'll just sleep.
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| − | (to Ferris)
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| − | I'm showing houses to the family
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| − | from California today but I'll be in
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| − | I'll check it with you, too.
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| − | It's nice to know I have such
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| − | He acknowledges Tom with a pathetic flutter of his eyelids.
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| − | 7 INT. BEDROOM. JOYCE 7
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| − | She strokes Ferris' hair.
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| − | I hope you feel better, pumpkin.
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| − | She leans down and kisses his forehead. Tom pats his
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| − | 8 CU. FERRIS 8
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| − | Ferris lets out a wheeze. His glassy eyes follow his parents
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| − | JOYCE (OC)
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| − | We love you, sweetie.
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| − | TOM (OC)
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| − | They close the door. The lock clicks. Ferris' eyes shift
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| − | from the door to CAMERA. A sly, little smile crawls across
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| − | They bought it.
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| − | The MTV theme music ROARS IN.
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| − | 9 CU. TV SCREEN 9
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| − | The TV at the foot of Ferris' bed. The MTV logo is playing.
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| − | Ferris yanks open the drapes. The pall of the sickroom
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| − | Incredible! One of the worst performances
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| − | (looks out the window)
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| − | What a beautiful day!
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| − | Parents always fall for the clammy hands.
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| − | It's physical evidence of illness. It's
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| − | a good, non-specific symptom. Parents are
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| − | generally pretty hip to the fever scams.
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| − | And to make them work you have to go a hundred
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| − | and one, hundred and two. You get a nervous
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| − | and that's worse than school.
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| − | He flips on his stereo and fills the room with the MTV
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| − | FERRIS
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| − | Fake a stomach cramp and when you're
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| − | doubled over, moaning and wailing, just
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| − | lick your palms. It's a little stupid
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| − | and childish but then so if high school.
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| − | This is my ninth sick day with semester.
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| − | If I go for ten, I'm probably going to
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| − | Ferris walks into the bathroom. It's littered with Jean's
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| − | I don't care if you're fifty five
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| − | How can I be expected to handle
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| − | He bends down OUT OF FRAME as he loses his briefs. He pops
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| − | I do actually have a test. That wasn't
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| − | He steps into the shower. Through the pebbled glass of the
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| − | Inside the shower. Ferris' hair is standing straight up.
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| − | It's moulded into a fin with shampoo.
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| − | It's on European socialism. I mean,
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| − | European. I don't plan to be European.
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| − | So, who gives a shit if they're socialists?
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| − | They could be fascist anarchists and it
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| − | He turns the shower head around and uses it like a
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| − | WELL SHAKE IT UP, BABY,
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| − | 13 INT. HALLWAY. LATER 13
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| − | Ferris comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around
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| − | Not that I condone fascism. Or
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| − | and "isms". "Isms", in my opinion
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| − | believe in himself. John Lennon
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| − | "I don't believe in Beatles, I
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| − | just believe in me." A good point
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| − | there. Afterall, he was the Walrus.
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| − | I could be the Walrus and I'd still
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| − | have to bum rides off people.
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| − | | |
| − | He passes CAMERA and goes into his room.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS (OC)
| |
| − | I'm not very political? Let me
| |
| − | put that into perspective...
| |
| − | | |
| − | 14 INT. BEDROOM 14
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris tosses the towel he's dried hair with on the bed.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | My uncle went to Canada to protest
| |
| − | the war, right? On the Fourth of
| |
| − | July he was down with my aunt and he
| |
| − | got drunk and told my Dad he felt
| |
| − | guilty he didn't fight in Viet Nam.
| |
| − | So I said, "What's the deal, Uncle
| |
| − | Jeff? In wartime you want to be a
| |
| − | pacifist and in peacetime you want
| |
| − | to be a soldier. It took you twenty
| |
| − | years to find out you don't believe
| |
| − | in anything?"
| |
| − | (snaps his fingers)
| |
| − | Grounded. Just like that. Two weeks.
| |
| − | (pause)
| |
| − | Be careful when you deal with old
| |
| − | hippies. They can be real touchy.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He opens his door.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 15 INT. CLOSET 15
| |
| − | | |
| − | The door opens and Ferris rifles through his shirts.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | My mother was a hippie. But she
| |
| − | lost it. She got old. If she listens
| |
| − | to the White Album now? She doesn't hear
| |
| − | music, she hears memories. Nostalgia is
| |
| − | her favorite drug. It'll probably be
| |
| − | mine, too. I hope not.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He finds a shirt he likes. He steps back from the closet and
| |
| − | puts it on. He drops the towel.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 16 INT. BEDROOM 16
| |
| − | | |
| − | He walks across the room to his dresser. He opens his
| |
| − | underwear drawer. There's an old model of a submarine on the
| |
| − | top of the dresser. He picks it up.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | In eighth grade a friend of mine
| |
| − | made a bong out of one of these.
| |
| − | The smoke tasted like glue.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He pulls out a pair of underwear. He gets dressed as he
| |
| − | speaks.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | His name is Garth Volbeck. He's a
| |
| − | serious outsider. Not a bad guy, I
| |
| − | like him. I'm probably his only friend.
| |
| − | I do what I can for him. I mean, if
| |
| − | I was him, I'd appreciate it. Do unto others,
| |
| − | right? Anyway, his mother owns a gas station.
| |
| − | His father's dead and his sister's rumored
| |
| − | to be a prostitute, which is complete bullshit.
| |
| − | She only puts out so people will hang out
| |
| − | with her. It's sad but I don't hold it
| |
| − | against her. Better to hold it against the
| |
| − | guys who use her and don't care about her.
| |
| − | (pause)
| |
| − | My parents never allowed Garth over here.
| |
| − | It was because of his family. Mainly his
| |
| − | older brother. He's in jail. I could see them
| |
| − | not wanting his brother here because he is
| |
| − | a registered psycho. I wouldn't want him here.
| |
| − | I once watched the guy eat a whole bowl of
| |
| − | artificial fruit just so he could see what
| |
| − | it was like to have his stomach pumped.
| |
| − | But Garth isn't his brother. It isn't his fault
| |
| − | that his brother's screwed-up. Alot of fights
| |
| − | with the parents on that point. I always felt
| |
| − | for Garth. I was sleeping at his house once
| |
| − | and I was laying on the dark worrying that
| |
| − | his brother was going to come in and hack me
| |
| − | to death with an ax and I heard Garth crying.
| |
| − | I asked him what was wrong and he said, "Nothing".
| |
| − | ... Nothing was wrong. There was no
| |
| − | specific thing he was crying about.
| |
| − | In fact, he wasn't really even aware that
| |
| − | he was crying. He just cried himself to
| |
| − | sleep every night. It was a habit. The
| |
| − | guy's so conditioned to grief that if
| |
| − | he doesn't feel it, he can't sleep. How
| |
| − | could you possibly dump on guy who has to
| |
| − | deal with that kinda shit? My parents
| |
| − | acknowledge the trudge of the situation
| |
| − | and I'm sure that deep down, they do feel
| |
| − | for him but still the guy's banned from
| |
| − | our house.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He looks at himself in the mirror on the back of his closet
| |
| − | door. He doesn't like what he's wearing. He continues his
| |
| − | speech as he disrobes.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Unfortunately, now my parents have a
| |
| − | legit argument. Garth doesn't need his
| |
| − | brother to give him a rep anymore. He's
| |
| − | getting one on his own. He's lost. It's
| |
| − | over for him. He's eighteen. Gone from
| |
| − | school. Gone from life. His legacy is
| |
| − | a gas station.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 17 INT. HOUSE. STAIRCASE 17
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris comes down the stairs. He's wearing a completely
| |
| − | different outfit.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | One very serious danger is playing
| |
| − | sick is that it's possible to believe
| |
| − | your own act.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 18 INT. KITCHEN 18
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris comes into the kitchen and crosses to the
| |
| − | refrigerator.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | That and boredom. Alot of people
| |
| − | ditch and feel great for about an
| |
| − | hour. Then they realize there's
| |
| − | nothing to do. TV and food. I myself
| |
| − | have ditched and gotten so bored I
| |
| − | did homework. Figure that shit out.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He takes a sip out of a bottle of orange juice.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | You have to plan things out before
| |
| − | you take the day off. Otherwise
| |
| − | you get all nervous worrying about
| |
| − | what to do and all you get is grief
| |
| − | and the whole point is to take it
| |
| − | easy, cut loose and enjoy.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He crosses to the pantry.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | You blow your day and at about three
| |
| − | o'clock, when everybody's out of school,
| |
| − | you're going to wish you'd gone to
| |
| − | school so you could be out having
| |
| − | fun.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He emerges from the pantry with a handful of Oreos.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Avoid the misery. Plan your day.
| |
| − | Do it right.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 19 INT. FAMILY ROOM 19
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris walks in and flops down in an armchair.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | There's alot of pressure at work
| |
| − | in my age group. And it's not always
| |
| − | recognized.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He reaches over and picks up the telephone. He sets it in
| |
| − | his lap.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Some guy whose hair is falling out
| |
| − | and his stomach's hanging over his
| |
| − | belt and everything he eats makes
| |
| − | him fart, he looks at someone like
| |
| − | me and thinks, "This kid's young and
| |
| − | strong and has a full, rich future ahead
| |
| − | of him, what's he got to bitch about?"
| |
| − | | |
| − | 20 CU. PHONE 20
| |
| − | | |
| − | He punches out a number.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 21 INT. FAMILY ROOM. FERRIS 21
| |
| − | | |
| − | He remote controls the TV on.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | That's just one reason why I need a
| |
| − | day off every now and then.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 22 EXT. ANOTHER HOUSE 22
| |
| − | | |
| − | A sleek, modern house on a couple of deeply wooded acres. A
| |
| − | prime house in a prime location. A telephone rings OVER.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 23 INT. BOY'S BEDROOM 23
| |
| − | | |
| − | It's a dark, dreary sick room. Shades drawn, floor strewn
| |
| − | with used tissues, nightstand a still-life of over the
| |
| − | counter remedies. A high school boy, CAMERON FRYE, is laying
| |
| − | in bed. We don't see his face, only a silhouette with a
| |
| − | thermometer sticking out his mouth. U2's SUNDAY BLOODY
| |
| − | SUNDAY is playing. He's mumbling random words.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Food...shelter...no...yes...
| |
| − | | |
| − | The phone rings. His hand reaches back and hits the speaker
| |
| − | phone button.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | (weak)
| |
| − | Hello?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS' VOICE
| |
| − | Cameron! What's happening?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Very little.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS' VOICE
| |
| − | How do you feel?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Shredded.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS' VOICE
| |
| − | Is your mother in the room?
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron takes the thermometer out of his mouth.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | She's not home. Where are you?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS' VOICE
| |
| − | Home.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 24 INT. FERRIS' FAMILY ROOM. FERRIS 24
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris is sprawled out in the chair.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | I'm taking the day off. Get
| |
| − | dressed and come over.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON'S VOICE
| |
| − | I can't. I'm sick.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | It's all in your head. Come on over.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 25 INT. CAMERON'S ROOM 25
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron's insistant.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | I feel like complete shit, Ferris.
| |
| − | I can't go anywhere.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS' VOICE
| |
| − | I'm sorry to hear that. Now, come
| |
| − | on over and pick me up.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris disconnects. Cameron slowly hangs up the phone.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | I'm dying.
| |
| − | | |
| − | The phone rings again. Cameron hits the speaker button.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS' VOICE
| |
| − | You're not dying. You just can't think
| |
| − | of anything good to do.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 26 INT. FERRIS' FAMILY ROOM 26
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris hangs up.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | If anybody needs a day off, it's
| |
| − | Cameron. He has alot of things to
| |
| − | sort out before he graduates. He
| |
| − | can't be wound this tight and go
| |
| − | to college. His roommate'll kill
| |
| − | him. I've come close myself. But I
| |
| − | like him. He's a little easier to
| |
| − | take when you know why he's like he
| |
| − | is. The boy cannot relax. Pardon
| |
| − | by French but Cameron is so tight
| |
| − | that if you stuck a lump of coal up
| |
| − | his ass, in two weeks you'd have a
| |
| − | diamond.
| |
| − | (after-thought)
| |
| − | And Cameron would worry that he'd
| |
| − | owe taxes on it.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 27 INT. SCHOOL. HALLWAY 27
| |
| − | | |
| − | We hear roll call as CAMERA MOVES ACROSS the tile floor. A
| |
| − | shoe's POV.
| |
| − | | |
| − | TEACHER'S VOICE
| |
| − | Albers?
| |
| − | | |
| − | BOY'S VOICE
| |
| − | Here.
| |
| − | | |
| − | TEACHER'S VOICE
| |
| − | Anderson.
| |
| − | | |
| − | GIRL'S VOICE
| |
| − | Here.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERA enters a classroom. It travels past a teacher's Hush
| |
| − | Puppies and heads up an aisle of desk past dirty yellow
| |
| − | Reebocks, rotting Air Jordans, scuffed heels, pristine
| |
| − | loafers...
| |
| − | | |
| − | TEACHER'S VOICE
| |
| − | Anheiser?
| |
| − | | |
| − | BOY'S VOICE
| |
| − | Here.
| |
| − | | |
| − | TEACHER'S VOICE
| |
| − | Busch?
| |
| − | | |
| − | GIRL'S VOICE
| |
| − | Here.
| |
| − | | |
| − | TEACHER'S VOICE
| |
| − | Bueller?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERA reaches the last desk and rises slowly to reveal that
| |
| − | it's empty.
| |
| − | | |
| − | TEACHER'S VOICE
| |
| − | Bueller?
| |
| − | | |
| − | GIRL'S VOICE
| |
| − | He's sick.
| |
| − | (pause)
| |
| − | My best friend's sister's boyfriend's
| |
| − | brother's girlfriend heard from this
| |
| − | guy who knows this kid who's going
| |
| − | with a girl who saw Ferris pass-out
| |
| − | at 31 Flavors last night. I guess
| |
| − | it's pretty serious.
| |
| − | | |
| − | TEACHER'S VOICE
| |
| − | (weary)
| |
| − | Thank you, Simone.
| |
| − | | |
| − | GIRL'S VOICE
| |
| − | (cheery)
| |
| − | No problem whatsoever.
| |
| − | | |
| − | TEACHER'S VOICE
| |
| − | Drucker?
| |
| − | | |
| − | BOY'S VOICE
| |
| − | What?
| |
| − | | |
| − | WOUND-OUT CAR ENGINES COME UP LOUD.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 28 CU. TV 28
| |
| − | | |
| − | THE ROAD WARRIOR is playing on video cassette. The big chase
| |
| − | at the end.
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. FAMILY ROOM. FERRIS
| |
| − | | |
| − | He's sitting in the arm chair pretending it's Humongous' war
| |
| − | wagon. He's wearing a hockey mash. He's steering. He reaches
| |
| − | down and grabs an imaginary nitrous oxide valve.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. TV
| |
| − | | |
| − | Humongous reaches down and grabs a real nitrous oxide valve.
| |
| − | He gives it a twist.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. FERRIS
| |
| − | | |
| − | He throws himself back against the chair.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. TV
| |
| − | | |
| − | The force of the rapid acceleration of his vehicle throws
| |
| − | Humongous back in his seat.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. FERRIS
| |
| − | | |
| − | He bounces himself in the chair to simulate the bumpy high
| |
| − | speed ride.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. TV
| |
| − | | |
| − | The was wagon hurtles down the road.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. FERRIS
| |
| − | | |
| − | He rears back in horror.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. TV
| |
| − | | |
| − | The war wagon is heading for a head-on collision with the
| |
| − | tanker truck.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. FERRIS
| |
| − | | |
| − | Arms outstretched, head thrown back, braced for collision.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. TV
| |
| − | | |
| − | IMPACT!
| |
| − | | |
| − | MOZART COMES UP.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 29 CU. FLOWERING TREE BRANCH 29
| |
| − | | |
| − | Outside a bedroom window. A flowering crabtree branch.
| |
| − | Petite pink flowers. WE PULL BACK FROM THE WINDOW INTO THE
| |
| − | ROOM. It's Jeanie's room. A pink and powder blue pig pen.
| |
| − | Clothes everywhere, make-up, books, records. Ferris is
| |
| − | sitting on her bed going through a purse.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | This is really degrading.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He comes up with a crumpled dollar bill.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Financing my activities this way.
| |
| − | Very damaging to the self-image.
| |
| − | But, hey, I'm broke. In times of
| |
| − | crisis one must to what one must
| |
| − | to. I'll pay it back. With interest.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He comes up with a five.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Regardless of how much shit sisters
| |
| − | make you eat, how often they rat on
| |
| − | you, how gross they act or how wicked
| |
| − | and insensitive they can be, you should
| |
| − | not alientate them. Because most likely
| |
| − | they have cash and it's usually very easy
| |
| − | to get your hands on.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He holds up a twenty and snaps it. PINK FLOYD'S "MONEY"
| |
| − | COMES UP.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 30 INT. LIVING ROOM 30
| |
| − | | |
| − | The song plays as Ferris digs through the sofa cushions.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. SOFA
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris extracts a sticky quarter from a crevice.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 31 INT. PARENTS' BEDROOM 31
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris is going through his father's pants pockets. Another
| |
| − | crumpled bill surfaces.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 32 CU. WASHING MACHINE TOP 32
| |
| − | | |
| − | A couple of stiff, hard, bleached singles that have gone
| |
| − | through the wash lay on top of the washer. A hand scoops
| |
| − | them up.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 33 CU. LUCITE ENCASED PROOF SET 33
| |
| − | | |
| − | An obvious gift from a grandparent. A U.S. Mint proof set. A
| |
| − | ten, a five and a single enclosed in a lucite frame. A
| |
| − | screwdriver tip wedges between the two pieces of Lucite and
| |
| − | pops them apart. A hand peels the bills off the backing.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 34 CU. KITCHEN DRAWER 34
| |
| − | | |
| − | Hands ripping through the kitchen junk drawer. Locating a
| |
| − | dollar bill.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 35 CU. COIN COLLECTION 35
| |
| − | | |
| − | The familiar blue collector's album. One-by-one, the
| |
| − | quarters are being popped out of their slots.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 36 CU. VACCUUM CLEANER 36
| |
| − | | |
| − | The dusty, dirty contents of the bag are emptied on the
| |
| − | floor. Fingers pick a dime out of a matted wad of filth.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 37 CU. SNOOPY BANK 37
| |
| − | | |
| − | It's being shaken furiously.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 38 CU. BIRTHDAY CARD 38
| |
| − | | |
| − | It's a child's card. It's slowly opened to reveal a crisp,
| |
| − | new five.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 39 INT. HALL CLOSET 39
| |
| − | | |
| − | The door opens and Ferris thrusts his hands into the pockets
| |
| − | of the coats. He comes up with a ball of Kleenex. A roll of
| |
| − | Tums. A squirt gun. Then a modest wad of bills. His face
| |
| − | lights up as he counts out the cash. He closes the door.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 40 CU. FLOOR AND BED 40
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris' face appears between the bed and the floor. His arm
| |
| − | reaches out for a small metal bank hidden under the bed.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 41 CU. BANK 41
| |
| − | | |
| − | It's on a work bench. An awl is driven in between the door
| |
| − | and the jamb. It pries the door open. Inside are trading
| |
| − | cards, a charred doll's head, a Zippo lighter and, finally,
| |
| − | a five dollar bill.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 42 INT. KITCHEN 42
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris is on his hands and knees under the kitchen table.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 43 CU. TABLE LEG 43
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris lifts the leg and removes a quarter that's been used
| |
| − | to balance the table.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 44 INT. KITCHEN 44
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris stands up and pockets the quarter.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 45 CU. FERRIS' BED 45
| |
| − | | |
| − | A shower of coins and bills rain down on the sheets. The
| |
| − | SONG ENDS.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 46 EXT. REAL ESTATE OFFICE. MORNING 46
| |
| − | | |
| − | A suburban realty company. A cute little building in town.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 47 INT. OFFICE 47
| |
| − | | |
| − | Joyce is behind a desk. Across from her are two WOMEN.
| |
| − | They're also real estate agents.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JOYCE
| |
| − | No one's going to consider a
| |
| − | house with a black living room.
| |
| − | Not even those jerks from Vermont.
| |
| − | Let's be realistic.
| |
| − | | |
| − | AGENT 1
| |
| − | Mrs. Volbeck's dead set against
| |
| − | putting any money into the house.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Joyce's phone intercom buzzes. She take the call.
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| − | | |
| − | JOYCE
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| − | Joyce Bueller.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Her eyes open wide with alarm.
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| − | | |
| − | JOYCE
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| − | Oh, my God. I'm so sorry. I
| |
| − | completely forgot to call.
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| − | | |
| − | 48 EXT. HIGH SCHOOL 48
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| − | | |
| − | A modern, suburban high school.
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| − | | |
| − | MAN'S VOICE
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| − | Are you aware that your son is not
| |
| − | in school today?
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| − | | |
| − | 49 INT. SCHOOL. HALLWAY 49
| |
| − | | |
| − | It's a passing period. The hall is clogged with students.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JOYCE'S VOICE
| |
| − | Yes, I am. Ferris is home sick. I
| |
| − | had a meeting first thing this
| |
| − | morning. I should have called. It
| |
| − | completely slipped my mind.
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| − | | |
| − | 50 INT. SCHOOL. DEAN'S OUTER OFFICE 50
| |
| − | | |
| − | A SECRETARY is at work at her desk. We hear the dean inside
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| − | the office.
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| − | | |
| − | DEAN'S VOICE
| |
| − | Are you also aware that Ferris does not
| |
| − | have what we consider an exemplary
| |
| − | attendance record?
| |
| − | | |
| − | 51 INT. DEAN'S OFFICE. CU. DESK SIGN 51
| |
| − | | |
| − | It reads, EDWARD R. ROONEY. DEAD OF STUDENTS. The dean's
| |
| − | feet are up on the desk, behind the sign. Moderately priced
| |
| − | dress shoes.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JOYCE'S VOICE
| |
| − | I don't understand.
| |
| − | | |
| − | DEAN'S VOICE
| |
| − | I just had his file up.
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. OFFICE. CU. DEAN
| |
| − | | |
| − | ED ROONEY is sitting behind his desk. He's tough, clean and
| |
| − | straight as an I-beam. Short, neatly combed hair, suit and
| |
| − | tie. He's toying with a pencil. He's confident to the point
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| − | of arrogance.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | I just has his file up, Mrs. Bueller.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Behind him is a computer terminal. He removes his feet from
| |
| − | the desk and turns in his swivel chair.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | If Ferris thinks he coast this last
| |
| − | month and still graduate, he's sorely
| |
| − | mistaken.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JOYCE'S VOICE
| |
| − | This is all news to me.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. COMPUTER MONITOR
| |
| − | | |
| − | The monitor on Rooney's desk displays Ferris' records.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY'S VOICE
| |
| − | So far this semester alone, he's been
| |
| − | absent nine times. Including today.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JOYCE'S VOICE
| |
| − | Nine times?
| |
| − | | |
| − | Under DAYS MISSED we see a number 9 suddenly change to a
| |
| − | number 2.
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. OFFICE
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney turns to the monitor. He reads off the screen.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | I have it right here in front of me. He's
| |
| − | missed...
| |
| − | | |
| − | He looks closer at the screen.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 52 INT. FERRIS' ROOM 52
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris is at his Macintosh computer. He has his record up
| |
| − | on the screen.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | I wanted a car. I got a computer. How's
| |
| − | that for being born under a bad sign?
| |
| − | | |
| − | 53 INT. JOYCE'S OFFICE 53
| |
| − | | |
| − | She's still on the phone with Rooney.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JOYCE
| |
| − | I can give you every assurance that
| |
| − | Ferris is home and that he is, in
| |
| − | fact, very ill. I debated whether
| |
| − | or not I should even leave him.
| |
| − | I can appreciate that at this time
| |
| − | of year children are prone to taking
| |
| − | the day off, but in Ferris' case,
| |
| − | he's truly a very sick boy.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 54 INT. FERRIS' BEDROOM 54
| |
| − | | |
| − | MUSIC BLASTS. SOLO GUITAR.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. SPEAKER
| |
| − | | |
| − | The grille cloth is throbbing.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. LED METERS
| |
| − | | |
| − | The meters on the amplifier are totally in the danger zone.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. TV MONITOR
| |
| − | | |
| − | We see Ferris in his room with a guitar around his neck.
| |
| − | He's playing.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. VIDEO CAMERA
| |
| − | | |
| − | A home video camera is capturing Ferris on tape.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 55 INT. CAMERON'S ROOM 55
| |
| − | | |
| − | He's sitting on the edge of the bed buttoning his shirt. He
| |
| − | sighs deeply and fall back on the bed.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 56 INT. SCHOOL. HALLWAY 56
| |
| − | | |
| − | Jeanie is at her locker during a passing period. A
| |
| − | GIRLFRIEND comes up to her.
| |
| − | | |
| − | GIRL
| |
| − | I'm really sorry about your brother.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | What're you sorry for? I have to live
| |
| − | with the trouser snake.
| |
| − | | |
| − | GIRL
| |
| − | No, I mean I heard he's really sick.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | Who said he's sick.
| |
| − | | |
| − | GIRL
| |
| − | A whole bunch of people. They said
| |
| − | he's like on the verge of death.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Jeanie stares incredulously at the girl.
| |
| − | | |
| − | GIRL
| |
| − | This guy in my biology class said
| |
| − | that if Ferris dies he's giving
| |
| − | his eyes to Stevie Wonder? He's
| |
| − | really sweet isn't he?
| |
| − | | |
| − | She smiles and exits. Jeanie cocks her head in bewilderment.
| |
| − | She kicks her locker shut.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 57 INT. FERRIS' ROOM 57
| |
| − | | |
| − | He's in bed on the phone.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | A sample of my blood was sent
| |
| − | to Atlanta to the Center for
| |
| − | Disease Control. I don't know,
| |
| − | man, I'm bricking heavily.
| |
| − | (point to the
| |
| − | phone)
| |
| − | Freshman.
| |
| − | (to the phone)
| |
| − | Did you see Alien? When the guy
| |
| − | had the creature in his stomach?
| |
| − | It feels like that.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 58 INT. SCHOOL. HALLWAY 58
| |
| − | | |
| − | A FRESHMAN BOY is on the pay phone. A couple of his BUDDIES
| |
| − | are standing at his side waiting anxiously for news.
| |
| − | | |
| − | BOY
| |
| − | Goddamn! Are you kidding?
| |
| − | | |
| − | SECOND BOY
| |
| − | What?
| |
| − | | |
| − | BOY
| |
| − | Did you see Alien?
| |
| − | | |
| − | SECOND BOY
| |
| − | No.
| |
| − | | |
| − | BOY
| |
| − | You never rented the video cassette?
| |
| − | | |
| − | Second boy shakes his head, no.
| |
| − | | |
| − | BOY
| |
| − | Oh. He's really wasted.
| |
| − | | |
| − | THIRD BOY
| |
| − | (to the Second Boy)
| |
| − | Who's he talking to?
| |
| − | | |
| − | SECOND BOY
| |
| − | Ferris Bueller. You know him?
| |
| − | | |
| − | THIRD BOY
| |
| − | (excited)
| |
| − | Yeah. He's getting me out of summer
| |
| − | school.
| |
| − | | |
| − | BOY
| |
| − | Anyway, I appreciate you letting us
| |
| − | know how you're doing. We gotta split.
| |
| − | (pause)
| |
| − | Huh?...Yeah, sure. Hold on.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SECOND BOY
| |
| − | (to Third Boy)
| |
| − | Shit. I hope he doesn't die.
| |
| − | I can't handle summer school.
| |
| − | | |
| − | The boy snatches a passing GIRL.
| |
| − | | |
| − | BOY
| |
| − | Did you see Alien?
| |
| − | | |
| − | GIRL
| |
| − | Yeah, why?
| |
| − | | |
| − | He hands her the phone.
| |
| − | | |
| − | GIRL
| |
| − | Hello?
| |
| − | (pause)
| |
| − | Who?
| |
| − | (pause)
| |
| − | Hi, Ferris. How's your bod?
| |
| − | (jaw drops)
| |
| − | Oh, my God! You're dying?
| |
| − | Is it serious?
| |
| − | (pause)
| |
| − | Shiit! Are you upset?
| |
| − | | |
| − | 59 INT. DEAN'S OFFICE 59
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney's comparing his computer monitor to hard copy. His
| |
| − | SECRETARY is standing over his shoulder.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | I don't trust this kid any further
| |
| − | than I can throw him!
| |
| − | | |
| − | SECRETARY
| |
| − | With your bad knee, you better
| |
| − | not throw anybody, Ed.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney stares at her for a long beat.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | What's so dangerous about a character
| |
| − | like Ferris Bueller is that he gives
| |
| − | the good kids bad ideas. The last thing
| |
| − | I need at this point in my career is
| |
| − | fifteen hundred Ferris Bueller disciples
| |
| − | running around these halls.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SECRETARY
| |
| − | He's very popular, Ed. Sportos, motorheads,
| |
| − | geeks, sluts, pinheads, dweebies, wonkers,
| |
| − | richies, they all adore him.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | That's exactly why I have to catch him
| |
| − | this time. To show these kids that the
| |
| − | example he sets is a first class ticket
| |
| − | to nowhere.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SECRETARY
| |
| − | (impressed)
| |
| − | Ooo. You sounded like Dirty Harry just
| |
| − | now.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney looks up at her with a proud smile.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | Really?
| |
| − | | |
| − | He unconsciously does an Eastwood squint.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 60 EXT. FERRIS' HOUSE 60
| |
| − | | |
| − | It's a glorious late spring day. A florist's truck drives
| |
| − | past the house.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 61 INT. FERRIS' ROOM 61
| |
| − | | |
| − | He's on the telephone. As he speaks he does a little
| |
| − | MacPainting on his MacIntosh. A Modigliani nude.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Cameron, if you're not over here
| |
| − | in fifteen minutes, you can find
| |
| − | a new best friend. I'm serious, man.
| |
| − | This is bullshit, making me wait
| |
| − | around the house for you.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 62 INT. CAMERON'S BEDROOM 62
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron's back in bed.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | I'm sick. I feel like shit. Why can't
| |
| − | you leave me alone?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS' VOICE
| |
| − | You're not up for some good times?
| |
| − | It's a beautiful day. It's almost
| |
| − | summer. If this was Hawaii, we'd be
| |
| − | surfing.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 63 INT. FERRIS' ROOM 63
| |
| − | | |
| − | He's growing weary of Cameron's wimpishness.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | You want to stay home and try
| |
| − | to have the shits? Try to barf?
| |
| − | Try to feel worse?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON'S VOICE
| |
| − | I don't have to try.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Be a man. Take some Pepto Bismol
| |
| − | and get dressed. You're boring me
| |
| − | with this stuff.
| |
| − | | |
| − | The other phone line rings.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Squeeze you buns for a second. I
| |
| − | got another call.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He puts Cameron on hold. He clears his throat and answers
| |
| − | the second line. He sounds like he's on his last breath.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | H--hell-o?
| |
| − | | |
| − | 64 EXT. OFFICE BUILDING. DOWNTOWN 64
| |
| − | | |
| − | A LaSalle Street office tower.
| |
| − | | |
| − | TOM'S VOICE
| |
| − | Ferris?
| |
| − | | |
| − | 65 INT. TOM'S OFFICE 65
| |
| − | | |
| − | He's behind his desk. Nice office. Two windows. Herman
| |
| − | Miller desk and chair.
| |
| − | | |
| − | TOM
| |
| − | You sound miserable.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS' VOICE
| |
| − | Really? Darn! I thought I was improving.
| |
| − | | |
| − | TOM
| |
| − | Were you sleeping?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS' VOICE
| |
| − | I was trying to do some homework.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 66 CU. COMPUTER MONITOR 66
| |
| − | | |
| − | A closer view of the rude drawing Ferris is making.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS (OC)
| |
| − | I'm so worried about falling behind.
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. FERRIS' ROOM
| |
| − | | |
| − | He leans back from the monitor and sips a Coke.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Dad? Can you hold on a second?
| |
| − | | |
| − | TOM'S VOICE
| |
| − | Sure, pal. Are you alright?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Just a little phlegm on the phone.
| |
| − | Hold on.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He puts his father on hold.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Cameron? It's my Dad.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON'S VOICE
| |
| − | Oh, that's just great. Are you busted?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | It's completely cool. He's just
| |
| − | checking up on me. Now, listen to
| |
| − | me. I'm working on getting some
| |
| − | heavy bucks out of him. So, the least you
| |
| − | can do is hurry up and get over here.
| |
| − | Bye.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He disconnects and gets his father back. He switches back to
| |
| − | his sick voice.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Sorry, Dad. The moment before you
| |
| − | called, I had a chest spasm and I
| |
| − | blew lung fluid all over the place.
| |
| − | It was making me ill looking at it.
| |
| − | But gee, it's sure great of you to call.
| |
| − | I'm sure there're alot of fathers
| |
| − | who wouldn't take time out from
| |
| − | their busy schedules to call a dumb,
| |
| − | sick teenager.
| |
| − | | |
| − | TOM'S VOICE
| |
| − | Hey, pal, what was I supposed to do?
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris reaches out and hits a key on his computer. The
| |
| − | screen dumps the drawing.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Give yourself some credit, Dad. It
| |
| − | was a mammoth gesture. It's like those
| |
| − | savings bonds you used to give me
| |
| − | every Christmas.
| |
| − | (looks at CAMERA and smiles)
| |
| − | It was that kind of concern.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. COMPUTER SCREEN
| |
| − | | |
| − | A message is flashing: "TRANSMITTING DATA".
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. FERRIS' ROOM
| |
| − | | |
| − | He turns away from the computer and puts his feet up on the
| |
| − | desk. He lights a cigarette.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | You had to work hard for the money
| |
| − | to buy those things, right?
| |
| − | | |
| − | TOM'S VOICE
| |
| − | Not any harder than anybody else.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris mouths Tom's words as he says them.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 67 EXT. CHICAGO LOOP. DIAMONDVISION SCREEN 67
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris' drawing suddenly appears on the billboard.
| |
| − | Pedestrians stop to look.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 68 INT. FERRIS' ROOM 68
| |
| − | | |
| − | He blows a smoke ring.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | You work so hard I'll bet you don't
| |
| − | even remember where those bonds are,
| |
| − | right?
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris points a finger in the air as a cue to his father.
| |
| − | | |
| − | TOM'S VOICE
| |
| − | Wrong.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He nods.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Oh, yeah? You're pulling my leg. You're
| |
| − | just trying to cheer me up.
| |
| − | | |
| − | TOM'S VOICE
| |
| − | Like hell I am. They're in a shoebox
| |
| − | in my closet.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris smiles. He looks at CAMERA. He's gotten exactly what
| |
| − | he wants.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | (to CAMERA, normal
| |
| − | voice)
| |
| − | Was that a class move or what?
| |
| − | The guy gave it up faster than
| |
| − | a drunk Catholic girl. I hope my
| |
| − | kids don't pull this shit on me.
| |
| − | (thinks)
| |
| − | Of course, if they didn't, they'd
| |
| − | be dumb and abnormal and they'd
| |
| − | probably never move out of my
| |
| − | house and I'd have to support them
| |
| − | until I die. I take it back.
| |
| − | (to the phone,
| |
| − | sick voice)
| |
| − | Dad? All this talking has made me
| |
| − | kind of light-headed. I think
| |
| − | I better lie down.
| |
| − | | |
| − | TOM'S VOICE
| |
| − | Okay, pal. You take care. I'll
| |
| − | call you after lunch.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | You don't have to, Dad.
| |
| − | | |
| − | TOM'S VOICE
| |
| − | I want to. Bye now.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He hangs up. Ferris sighs.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | You win some, you lose some.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He turns his desk chair around and gets up.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | I'm so disappointed in Cameron.
| |
| − | Twenty bucks says he's sitting
| |
| − | in his car debating about whether
| |
| − | or not he should go out.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 69 INT. CAR. CAMERON 69
| |
| − | | |
| − | He's sitting behind the wheel of his car.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | We're gonna get caught. No doubt
| |
| − | about it.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He cuts the engine.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | I'm not doing it.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He sits for half a beat.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | He'll keep calling until I come
| |
| − | over.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He sighs and restarts the engine. Another beat.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Actually, what'll happen is I'll
| |
| − | get caught. Ferris'll escape.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Another beat. He stops the engine. A CRASH OF HORROR MUSIC.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 70 CU. DRESSER DRAWER 70
| |
| − | | |
| − | Hands curl around the drawer pulls. The drawer is opened
| |
| − | slowly, ominously. The hands lift a sweater out. A HERALDIC
| |
| − | STING as we see a men's magazine beneath the sweater.
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. FERRIS' ROOM
| |
| − | | |
| − | He takes out the magazine. He leafs through the pages for
| |
| − | the pictorials as he speaks.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Cameron'll go on like that for a
| |
| − | good thirty minutes. The guy
| |
| − | is a shellfish when it comes to
| |
| − | making a decision. The reason
| |
| − | he doesn't fell good is, he
| |
| − | worries about everything. He's
| |
| − | the only guy I know who's deeply
| |
| − | concerned that when he grows up
| |
| − | there'll be a critical shortage
| |
| − | of strategic metals.
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| − | | |
| − | He exits the room.
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| − | | |
| − | 71 INT. HALLWAY 71
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| − | | |
| − | Ferris comes out of his room and heads down the hallway.
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| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Cameron's also the only guy
| |
| − | I know who knows what strategic
| |
| − | metals are.
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| − | (waves the magazine)
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| − | Pardon moi.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He goes into the bathroom. We HEAR THE TOILET SEAT SLAM
| |
| − | DOWN.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | (sings)
| |
| − | MAYBE I'M JUST LIKE MY MOTHER,
| |
| − | SHE'S NEVER SATISFIED...
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| − | | |
| − | 72 INT. CLASSROOM. LATER 72
| |
| − | | |
| − | A stunningly beautiful girl, SLOANE PETERSON, is sitting at
| |
| − | her desk in a history class. She's staring out the window as
| |
| − | a tweedy MALE TEACHER delivers a dry, dusty lecture.
| |
| − | | |
| − | TEACHER
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| − | Roosevelt's health had seriously
| |
| − | deteriorated by the time he met
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| − | with Churchill and Stalin at Yalta.
| |
| − | (sneezes)
| |
| − | Pardon me.
| |
| − | | |
| − | The classroom door opens and the school NURSE walks in. For
| |
| − | a moment, the teacher thinks she's come in because she heard
| |
| − | him sneeze. She crosses to him and whispers in his ear.
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| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | | |
| − | She, like the others, watches the nurse curiously.
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. CLASSROOM. TEACHER AND NURSE
| |
| − | | |
| − | The teacher's face drops as he's delivered an obvious piece
| |
| − | of disturbing news. He nods grimly to the Nurse. She looks
| |
| − | at the kids.
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| − | | |
| − | NURSE
| |
| − | Sloane Peterson?
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | | |
| − | Sits up in her seat.
| |
| − | | |
| − | NURSE
| |
| − | | |
| − | She's a picture of compassion and understanding.
| |
| − | | |
| − | NURSE
| |
| − | May I see you outside for a moment?
| |
| − | There's been an emergency.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | | |
| − | A smile curls across her lips. As she gathers her books she
| |
| − | looks to the GIRL next to her.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | (whispers)
| |
| − | Dead grandmother.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 73 INT. HALLWAY 73
| |
| − | | |
| − | The Nurse is gently holding Sloane's hand.
| |
| − | | |
| − | NURSE
| |
| − | (nods solemnly)
| |
| − | Dead grandmother.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 74 CU. ROONEY 74
| |
| − | | |
| − | He has a suspicious look on his face.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | Dead grandmother?
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. DEAN'S OFFICE
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney's at his desk. His secretary is standing across from
| |
| − | him.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SECRETARY
| |
| − | That's what Mr. Peterson said. I
| |
| − | had Florence Sparrow notify Sloane.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | Who's this girl's going with?
| |
| − | | |
| − | SECRETARY
| |
| − | It's so hard to tell. I see her
| |
| − | alot with Ferris Bueller.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney smiles. His suspicions are confirmed.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | Could you get me Mr. Peterson's
| |
| − | daytime number?
| |
| − | | |
| − | As the secretary starts out of the room, Rooney's phone
| |
| − | rings. She stops and answers the desk phone.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SECRETARY
| |
| − | Edward Rooney's office.
| |
| − | (pause)
| |
| − | Yes. Can you hold? Thank you.
| |
| − | | |
| − | She puts the call on hold.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SECRETARY
| |
| − | It's Mr. Peterson.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney is startled. He thinks for a beat then reaches for
| |
| − | the phone.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SECRETARY
| |
| − | Do you still want his number?
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney answers her with an annoyed look. She smiles and
| |
| − | backs out. He punches the phone button.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | Ed Rooney.
| |
| − | | |
| − | MAN'S VOICE
| |
| − | Ed? This is George Peterson.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | How are you today, sir?
| |
| − | | |
| − | MAN'S VOICE
| |
| − | We've had a bit of bad luck this
| |
| − | morning as you may have heard.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney rolls his eyes. It's so obvious it's not Mr.
| |
| − | Peterson.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | I heard. And, gosh, I'm all broken
| |
| − | up. Huh? Oh, sure. I'd be happy to
| |
| − | release Sloane. You produce a corpse
| |
| − | and I'll release Sloane. I want to
| |
| − | see this dead grandmother firsthand.
| |
| − | | |
| − | The secretary stops cold in the doorway. She turns to Rooney
| |
| − | in horror. He covers the phone.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | (whispers)
| |
| − | It's Ferris Bueller. Nervy litttle
| |
| − | punk. I'm gonna set a trap and let
| |
| − | his walk right into it!
| |
| − | (to phone)
| |
| − | That's right. Cart the stiff in and
| |
| − | I'll turn over your daughter. It's
| |
| − | school policy. Was this your mother?
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney's other line rings.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 75 INT. SECRETARY'S OFFICE 75
| |
| − | | |
| − | She steps out of Rooney's office and picks up the other
| |
| − | line.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SECRETARY
| |
| − | Ed Rooney's office.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Her jaw drops.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SECRETARY
| |
| − | Hold, please.
| |
| − | | |
| − | She puts the call on hold and hangs up. She hurried into
| |
| − | Rooney's office.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 76 INT. DEAN'S OFFICE 76
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney's chewing out the person on the other line.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | I'll tell you want, you don't
| |
| − | like my policies, you can just
| |
| − | come on down and smooch by big
| |
| − | old ugly ass. You hear me?
| |
| − | | |
| − | The secretary comes in. She's waving her arms furiously.
| |
| − | Rooney tries to wave her away. He's angry. She stomps her
| |
| − | foot. Rooney covers the phone.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | What!?
| |
| − | | |
| − | SECRETARY
| |
| − | Ferris Bueller's on line two.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. ROONEY'S FOOT
| |
| − | | |
| − | It freezes in mid-tap.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. ROONEY'S HAND
| |
| − | | |
| − | The pencils falls from his fingers.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. ROONEY'S FACE
| |
| − | | |
| − | A mask of horror. He glances at the phone.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. PHONE
| |
| − | | |
| − | The second line light is flashing.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. ROONEY
| |
| − | | |
| − | He blinks, cocks his head, twitches.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 77 INT. FERRIS' ROOM 77
| |
| − | | |
| − | He's zipping his pants, fastening his belt. The phone's
| |
| − | cradled against his shoulder. He speaks in the same voice he
| |
| − | used on his father.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Mr. Rooney? I'm sorry to disturb
| |
| − | you at work but I was wondering if
| |
| − | it would be possible for my sister
| |
| − | to bring home any assignments from
| |
| − | my classes that I may need.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 78 INT. DEAN'S OFFICE. ROONEY 78
| |
| − | | |
| − | He's staring blankly ahead.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS' VOICE
| |
| − | Thank you, sir.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He nods.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. PHONE
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney's finger gingerly presses the button on the waiting
| |
| − | call.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. ROONEY
| |
| − | | |
| − | He winces as he returns to the first call.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 79 INT. FERRIS' HOUSE. KITCHEN 79
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron's on the phone in the kitchen. He's doing a deep,
| |
| − | phoney "father" voice.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | You oughta be sorry for Christ's
| |
| − | sake! A family member dies and
| |
| − | you insult me. What's the matter
| |
| − | with you, anyway?
| |
| − | | |
| − | 80 INT. DEAN'S OFFICE. ROONEY 80
| |
| − | | |
| − | He apologies profusely to Cameron. He's perspiring,
| |
| − | trembling.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | I don't know. I thought you were
| |
| − | someone else. You have to know,
| |
| − | sir, that I would never deliberately
| |
| − | insult you. I can't begin to tell
| |
| − | you how embarrassed I am.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON'S VOICE
| |
| − | Pardon my French but you're an asshole!
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney nods enthusiastically.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | Absolutely! I most certainly am.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 81 INT. KITCHEN 81
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron lays into Rooney.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | This isn't over yet, buster. You
| |
| − | just make sure my daughter's out
| |
| − | in front of the school in ten
| |
| − | minutes. Do you read me?
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY'S VOICE
| |
| − | Load and clear, Mr. Peterson.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Call me sir, goddamn it!
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY'S VOICE
| |
| − | Sir.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | That's better.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris strolls into the kitchen to catch the last of the
| |
| − | conversation. Cameron covers the phone.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | (to Ferris)
| |
| − | I'm scared shitless, Ferris! What
| |
| − | is Rooney guesses my voice!
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Impossible. You're doing great.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron sighs and goes back to the phone.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | (clears his throat)
| |
| − | I don't have all day to bark at you
| |
| − | so I'll make this short and sweet.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris gives Cameron an enthusiastic thumbs up.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | (mouths)
| |
| − | Great!
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron smiles proudly.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | I want my daughter out in front
| |
| − | of the school in ten minutes. By
| |
| − | herself. I don's want anyone around...
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris smacks Cameron. He's said the wrong thing. He covers
| |
| − | the phone.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | What'd I do?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Out in front my herself? It's too
| |
| − | suspicious! He'll think something's
| |
| − | up, moron. Cover it.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron panics. He holds the phone out to Ferris.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | You do it!
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris waves his arms angrily.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Talk!
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron takes a deep breath. He clears his throat and puts
| |
| − | on his father's voice.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | I changed my mind, fella. You be out
| |
| − | in front with her! I wanna have a
| |
| − | few words with you!
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris slaps Cameron. The phone flies out of his hand.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 82 CU. ROONEY 82
| |
| − | | |
| − | He winces as the phone hits the floor with a loud CLONK!
| |
| − | We HEAR THE BOYS SCRAMBLING TO PICK UP THE PHONE, THEN
| |
| − | CAMERON CLEARING HIS THROAT.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON'S VOICE
| |
| − | On second thought, I don't have
| |
| − | time to talk to you. We'll get
| |
| − | together soon and have lunch.
| |
| − | | |
| − | We HEAR A SLAP AND THE CALL DISCONNECTS.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 83 INT. FERRIS' KITCHEN 83
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron's rubbing the side of his head.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Why'd you hit me?!
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Where's your brain?!
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Why'd you hit me?!
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Where's your brain?!
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Why'd you hit me?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Where's your brain?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | I asked you first.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | How can we pick up Sloane if Rooney's
| |
| − | going to be there with her?!
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | I said for her to be there alone
| |
| − | and you freaked!
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | My, God, you're so stupid!
| |
| − | (aside)
| |
| − | I didn't hit you, I lightly slapped
| |
| − | you.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | You hit me. Look, don't ask me to
| |
| − | participate in your crap if you
| |
| − | don't like the way I do it!
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris is incredulous at Cameron's stupidity. Cameron's
| |
| − | anger is intensified by his embarrassment.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | I was home, sick. You get me out of
| |
| − | bed, being me over here, make me
| |
| − | jeopardize my future, make me do
| |
| − | a phoney phone call on a dean of
| |
| − | students, a man who could squeeze
| |
| − | my nuts into oblivion and then
| |
| − | you deliberately hurt my feelings.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | I didn't deliberately hurt your feelings.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Oh, really?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Yeah, really.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron glares at Ferris.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Hey, Ferris? Have a nice life.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He turns and heads out of the room. Ferris sighs.
| |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Cameron?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Stick it up your ass, Ferris.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Cameron, I'm sorry. I didn't mean
| |
| − | to jam you. It was uncalled for.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron stops.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | You're serious?
| |
| − | | |
| − | He turns around.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Dead serious.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron smiles. He appreciates Ferris apology.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Thanks.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | You did screw up through, right?
| |
| − | Not that is was necessarily all
| |
| − | you fault. Right?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | (suspiciously)
| |
| − | Why?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | To fix this situation, I'm going
| |
| − | to have to ask you for a small favor.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron's jaw drops.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 84 INT. GARAGE 84
| |
| − | | |
| − | The door opens slowly, dramatically as we hear a heraldic
| |
| − | fanfare. Light streams in to reveal Cameron and Ferris
| |
| − | looking at the car. Ferris is smiling with excitement and
| |
| − | awe. Cameron is frowning with trepidation and fear.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. FERRARI STALLION
| |
| − | | |
| − | The prancing black stallion. We move up from the stallion to
| |
| − | the erotic red hood of a 1958 Ferrari 250 GTS California.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON AND FERRIS
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron's face is ashen. The end of the world is at hand.
| |
| − | Ferris is in heaven.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | (grim monotone)
| |
| − | 1958 Ferrari 250 GTS California. Less
| |
| − | than a hundred were made. It has a
| |
| − | market value of $265,000. My father
| |
| − | spent three years restoring it. It
| |
| − | is joy, it is his love, it is his
| |
| − | passion.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | It is his fault he didn't lock the
| |
| − | garage.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Ferris, my father loves this car more
| |
| − | than life itself. We can't take is out.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | A man with priorities so far out of
| |
| − | whack doesn't deserve such a fine
| |
| − | automobile.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | He never drives it, Ferris. He just
| |
| − | rubs it with a diaper.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | We can't pick up Sloane in your car,
| |
| − | Cameron. Rooney'd never believe Mr.
| |
| − | Peterson drives that piece of shit.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | It's not a piece of shit.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | It's a piece of shit. Don't worry
| |
| − | about it. I don't even have a piece
| |
| − | of shit. I have to envy yours. Look,
| |
| − | I'm sorry but there's nothing else
| |
| − | we can do.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | He knows the mileage, Ferris. He has
| |
| − | it tatooed on his wrist.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | He doesn't trust you?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | No.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Alright, look, this is real simple.
| |
| − | He puts his arm around Cameron.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Whatever miles we put on it, we'll
| |
| − | take off.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | (suspicious)
| |
| − | How?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | (big, proud smile)
| |
| − | We'll drive home backwards.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron shakes his head, no.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Forget it. I'm putting my foot down,
| |
| − | Ferris. You'll have to think of
| |
| − | something else...
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. FERRARI GRILLE
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron's protests are drowned out by the distinctive roar
| |
| − | of the twelve cylinders.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON'S VOICE
| |
| − | ...You're not talking me into this
| |
| − | one. I have to live with the man.
| |
| − | I'm sorry but...
| |
| − | | |
| − | The roar of the engine is overtaken by the sound of a
| |
| − | crowded school hallway.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 85 INT. SCHOOL. JEANIE 85
| |
| − | | |
| − | She comes out of a classroom. She stops as Sloane and Rooney
| |
| − | walk past. Sloane has her coat on and she's carrying her
| |
| − | books. Jeanie watches her suspiciously.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 86 EXT. SCHOOL 86
| |
| − | | |
| − | The Ferrari is parked out in front. The top is down.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 87 INT. FERRARI 87
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris is driving. He's wearing a man's hat and sunglasses.
| |
| − | Cameron's in the back.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
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| − | Are you crazy?! Put the top back
| |
| − | up!
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| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | This is perfect top-down weather.
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| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | What about Rooney?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Cameron, the more obvious we are,
| |
| − | the less likely we are to get
| |
| − | caught.
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| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | That makes no sense whatsoever.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | The adult mind is a suspicious
| |
| − | machine.
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| − | (look around at Cameron)
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| − | Stay down, man.
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| − | | |
| − | Cameron squeezes himself lower.
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| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Howcome it's my Dad's car and
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| − | I'm taking all the risk and I have
| |
| − | to ride back here?
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| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
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| − | I don't have an explanation.
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| − | | |
| − | 88 EXT. SCHOOL 88
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| − | | |
| − | Rooney and Sloane come out the door.
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| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | Once again let me say how deeply
| |
| − | saddened I am by your loss.
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| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Huh?
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| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | Were you close to your grandmother?
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| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Oh. Um. Yeah. Very. She was a terrific
| |
| − | lady. Very hip. Very old. Yeah.
| |
| − | | |
| − | DEEP VOICE
| |
| − | Oh, Sloane! Dear!
| |
| − | | |
| − | Sloane looks across at the Ferrari. Rooney looks.
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| − | | |
| − | THEIR POV
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris is looking out across the roof of the Ferrari. He's
| |
| − | careful to keep his nose and mouth below the roofline.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Hurry along now!
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. SCHOOL
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney's suspicious. Sloane smiles and bids Rooney a hasty
| |
| − | farewell.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | I guess that's my Dad. Thanks.
| |
| − | See ya.
| |
| − | | |
| − | She hurries to the car. Rooney watches her. Something does
| |
| − | compute for him.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 89 INT. SCHOOL. JEANIE 89
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| − | | |
| − | She's watching out the door. She sees the Ferrari pull away.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 90 EXT. SCHOOL. ROONEY 90
| |
| − | | |
| − | He can't quite put his finger on what's bothering him.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 91 INT. FERRARI 91
| |
| − | | |
| − | Sloane shrieks with delight. She leans across the console
| |
| − | and gives Ferris a kiss.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | This is so great! I can't believe
| |
| − | it! Right in front of Rooney!
| |
| − | | |
| − | She laughs and turns to Cameron.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Hi, Cameron. You comfortable?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Hi. No.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | What a fabulous car!
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Enjoy it quick. It' s going home.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | It was risky, it was bold but
| |
| − | it was totally necessary.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | What're we gonna do?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | The question isn't "what are we
| |
| − | gonna do", the question is "what
| |
| − | aren't we going to do."
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Don't tell me we're not going to
| |
| − | take the car home. Please.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | (to CAMERA)
| |
| − | If you had access to a car like this
| |
| − | would you take it back right away?
| |
| − | Would you give up feeling like a
| |
| − | ton just to ease your best friend's
| |
| − | tension?
| |
| − | | |
| − | He smiles.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Either would I.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 92 EXT. STREET. FERRARI 92
| |
| − | | |
| − | It accelerates away like a shot.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 93 EXT. SUBURBAN BANK 93
| |
| − | | |
| − | A fresh, modern bank building. The clock outside read 9:53.
| |
| − | The Ferrari pulls into the parking lot.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 94 INT. BANK. DOORS 94
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris, Cameron and Sloane walk in. Ferris is cocky and
| |
| − | confident. Sloane's still intoxicated with her freedom.
| |
| − | Cameron's having stomach trouble. Ferris leads the way to an
| |
| − | open teller window.
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. BANK. TELLER
| |
| − | | |
| − | A WOMAN about seventy with a silver blue beehive. It's about
| |
| − | four inches higher the highest beehive you're ever seen. As
| |
| − | she moves the beehive hits a small sign over her head. She's
| |
| − | been at the bank since they opened. She smiles when she sees
| |
| − | Ferris.
| |
| − | | |
| − | TELLER
| |
| − | Ferris Bueller?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | | |
| − | He's at the window. On either shoulder are Cameron and
| |
| − | Sloane. Ferris smiles. Cameron blanches.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Hello, Mrs. Froeling. How are you?
| |
| − | | |
| − | TELLER
| |
| − | | |
| − | She pats the rock-solid mass of blue hair. In doing so she
| |
| − | locates a missing ball point pen. She withdraws it from the
| |
| − | hair and smiles at it's reappearance.
| |
| − | | |
| − | TELLER
| |
| − | I passed a kidney stone Tuesday, so
| |
| − | I'm a little pooped but other than
| |
| − | that, I'm as chipper as can be.
| |
| − | (something occurs to her)
| |
| − | Say, should you be in school?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | | |
| − | He lays his savings bonds on the counter.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Me?
| |
| − | (polite laugh)
| |
| − | I'm out of school, Mrs. Froeling.
| |
| − | In fact. I'm married. This is my
| |
| − | wife...Madonna.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Sloane suppresses a laugh.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | (to Cameron)
| |
| − | And this is my brother-in-law,
| |
| − | ZZ Top. ZZ, this is Mrs. Froeling.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron isn't amused.
| |
| − | | |
| − | TELLER
| |
| − | (to Cameron)
| |
| − | Is Top a Slavic name?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Yeah.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | I'd like to cash these in, please.
| |
| − | We're having a baby and we need the
| |
| − | cash for a crib, clothes, diapers,
| |
| − | food pellets, leash, water dish...
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. BANK. TELLER WINDOW
| |
| − | | |
| − | Mrs. Froeling takes the bonds with a hearty smile. The
| |
| − | latter part of the conversation sails over her like a line
| |
| − | drive.
| |
| − | | |
| − | TELLER
| |
| − | A baby!
| |
| − | (to Sloane)
| |
| − | You must be so excited.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron groans and turns away from the sham.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | I'm thrilled, ma'am. I'm especially
| |
| − | looking forward to wearing those
| |
| − | jeans with the stretch panel in
| |
| − | front.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Mrs. Froeling thumbs through the bonds.
| |
| − | | |
| − | TELLER
| |
| − | Are you hoping for a boy or
| |
| − | a girl?
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Actually, we're hoping for a car.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. CAMERON
| |
| − | | |
| − | He's spooked by the games playing. He scans the bank
| |
| − | nervously. He blinks, focuses, blinks again.
| |
| − | | |
| − | HIS POV
| |
| − | | |
| − | Joyce is with a MIDDLE-AGED COUPLE and their bored,
| |
| − | sour-puss teenage son, BOYD. He's sitting in a chair with
| |
| − | his legs slung over the sides waving a Bic lighter back and
| |
| − | forth across his rump. The parents are Joyce's clients from
| |
| − | Vermont. A LOAN OFFICER is discussing the local financing
| |
| − | situation with them. His is an open office adjacent to the
| |
| − | teller windows. Joyce's back is to the tellers.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. CAMERON
| |
| − | | |
| − | It's like he's just witnesses an ax murder.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Shit...
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. BANK. JOYCE
| |
| − | | |
| − | Her back is to the teller windows. She's conducting her
| |
| − | meeting. Behind her we see Cameron grab Ferris and point her
| |
| − | out to him. He waves. Cameron slaps his arm.
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. BANK. TELLER WINDOW
| |
| − | | |
| − | Mrs. Froeling shows Ferris the savings bonds.
| |
| − | | |
| − | TELLER
| |
| − | These bonds aren't mature. If you hold
| |
| − | onto them another two years you'll get
| |
| − | an additional four dollars...
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | I'm aware of that.
| |
| − | | |
| − | TELLER
| |
| − | You're throwing away four dollars.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | No, ma'am, I'm giving it to the
| |
| − | government. They need it. Do you
| |
| − | know what an aircraft carrier's
| |
| − | going for these days?
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. BANK. JOYCE
| |
| − | | |
| − | She concludes her meeting. She shakes hands with the loan
| |
| − | officer and stands. The Vermont Couple stands. Boyd scrapes
| |
| − | the bottom of his shoe on the desk, leaving a glob of mud
| |
| − | behind and he stands. Joyce turns into the bank. Ferris,
| |
| − | Cameron and Sloane are gone. She escorts her customers out.
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. BANK. DOOR
| |
| − | | |
| − | Joyce and the Vermont Couple approach the doors. Boyd lays a
| |
| − | luggie in the drinking fountain. Mrs. Froeling passes with
| |
| − | the savings bonds. She stops when she sees Joyce.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JOYCE
| |
| − | Mrs. Froeling, how are you?
| |
| − | | |
| − | MRS. FROELING
| |
| − | I passed a kidney stone Tuesday.
| |
| − | (shifts gears, to Joyce)
| |
| − | Say, you must be very proud.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Joyce doesn't know what she's talking about.
| |
| − | | |
| − | MRS. FROELING
| |
| − | (whispers)
| |
| − | I met Madonna.
| |
| − | | |
| − | She pats Joyce on the arm.
| |
| − | | |
| − | MRS. FROELING
| |
| − | She told me everything. Keep me posted,
| |
| − | I'll want to send a gift.
| |
| − | | |
| − | She toodles on her way. Joyce and the Vermont Couple are
| |
| − | completely baffled.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 95 EXT. BANK 95
| |
| − | | |
| − | Joyce and the Vermont Couple walk along the side of the
| |
| − | bank, heading for the parking lot. Boyd's tagging along
| |
| − | behind. He picks up a stone and hurls it into the parking
| |
| − | lot.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JOYCE
| |
| − | My son's home sick today. If
| |
| − | you wouldn't mind, on our way
| |
| − | back to the office, I'd like
| |
| − | to just run in and check up on him.
| |
| − | | |
| − | We HEAR A METALLIC PING! as Boyd's missle hits a car.
| |
| − | | |
| − | MOTHER
| |
| − | Of course.
| |
| − | | |
| − | They pass a show window. As they pass, we hold on the
| |
| − | window. It's promoting saving for college educations. A
| |
| − | mannequin father is congratulating his mannequin son in a
| |
| − | mortar and gown as a stiff Sloane, Ferris and Cameron look
| |
| − | on proudly.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 96 INT. DEAN'S OFFICE 96
| |
| − | | |
| − | His secretary is dialing a number for him.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SECRETARY
| |
| − | This is the Peterson's home.
| |
| − | | |
| − | She hands the phone to Rooney.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SECRETARY
| |
| − | Watch your mouth this time.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney glares at her.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | Ferris Bueller's behind this. There's
| |
| − | no doubt in my mind. That's what I was
| |
| − | saying this morning. Why he has to be stopped.
| |
| − | He's got Sloane Peterson involved in this
| |
| − | thing now. See?
| |
| − | | |
| − | The secretary nods.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SECRETARY
| |
| − | And her grandmother, too.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 97 CU. PHONE ANSWER MACHINE 97
| |
| − | | |
| − | It clicks on. We hear a grieved woman's voice. It sounds an
| |
| − | awful lot like Sloane.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | We can't come to the phone right now.
| |
| − | We've had a death in the family. If
| |
| − | you need to reach us we'll be at
| |
| − | the following number...
| |
| − | | |
| − | 98 INT. DEAN'S OFFICE 98
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney quickly takes down a number.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 99 EXT. CAMERON'S HOUSE 99
| |
| − | | |
| − | His answering machine clicks on. We hear Cameron's voice.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON'S VOICE
| |
| − | You have reached the Coughlin Bros.
| |
| − | Mortuary. We are unable to come to
| |
| − | the phone right now but if you'll leave
| |
| − | your name and number...
| |
| − | | |
| − | 100 INT. DEAN'S OFFICE 100
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney hangs up the phone.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | Something's going on, goddamn it.
| |
| − | | |
| − | The secretary's looking at a newspaper on Rooney's desk.
| |
| − | She's not listening to him.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SECRETARY
| |
| − | There's a railroad strike.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | And I'm going to stop it!
| |
| − | | |
| − | SECRETARY
| |
| − | My brother-in-law'll appreciate it.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney looks at her, puzzled.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | What?
| |
| − | | |
| − | SECRETARY
| |
| − | My brother-in-law rides the train
| |
| − | to work.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney stares at her like she's crazy.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | Who gives a good goddamn?
| |
| − | | |
| − | 101 EXT. EDENS EXPRESSWAY 101
| |
| − | | |
| − | The major thoroughfare into the city of Chicago from the
| |
| − | suburbs. The Ferrari streaks past. In the distance we see
| |
| − | the Sears Tower, the Hancock Building and the Standard Oil
| |
| − | Building.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 102 INT. SCHOOL. HALLWAY 102
| |
| − | | |
| − | Jeanie's walking down the hall. She's stopped by a KID with
| |
| − | a Coke can.
| |
| − | | |
| − | KID
| |
| − | Yo. We're collecting money to
| |
| − | buy Ferris Bueller a new kidney.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Jeanie stares at him. She's flabbergasted at the proportions
| |
| − | her brother's scan has reached.
| |
| − | | |
| − | KID
| |
| − | They run about fifty g's so it
| |
| − | you could help out...
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | Go piss up a flagpole!
| |
| − | | |
| − | KID
| |
| − | Huh?
| |
| − | | |
| − | She knocks the can out of his hands and storms down the hall.
| |
| − | The kid yells after her.
| |
| − | | |
| − | KID
| |
| − | Hey, babe! Some day you might
| |
| − | need a favor from Ferris Bueller!
| |
| − | Then where'll you be?!
| |
| − | | |
| − | He reaches for the can.
| |
| − | | |
| − | KID
| |
| − | Heartless wench...
| |
| − | | |
| − | 103 EXT. CHICAGO LOOP. PARKING GARAGE 103
| |
| − | | |
| − | The Ferrari pulls into a large parking garage.
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. GARAGE
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris, Sloane and Cameron get out. Cameron's having fits.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | We can't leave the car here!
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Why not?
| |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Because we can't! I want it back
| |
| − | home where it belongs!
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | What could happen to it?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | It could get stolen, wrecked, scratched,
| |
| − | you name it.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | I'll give the guy a five to watch it.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | What guy?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. PARKING ATTENDANT
| |
| − | | |
| − | He smiles with relish at the car. 6'6", 240. An IQ that
| |
| − | equals his hourly wage. Shoulder-length hair stuffed into a
| |
| − | hairnet Gold teeth. Earring. Goatee.
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. PARKING LOT
| |
| − | | |
| − | The Attendant swaggers over to the car. Ferris slips him a
| |
| − | give.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | You speak English?
| |
| − | | |
| − | ATTENDANT
| |
| − | Since I was three.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Great. I want to you take extra special
| |
| − | care of this vehicle, okay?
| |
| − | | |
| − | He pats the Attendant on the arm. He smiles.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ATTENDANT
| |
| − | Like it's a beautiful woman.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | I appreciate it.
| |
| − | | |
| − | The Attendant very gingerly gets into the car. Ferris turns
| |
| − | to Cameron. The Ferrari pulls into the lot very slowly, very
| |
| − | carefully. No squealing tires, no revving engine.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | See what a finski can do to
| |
| − | a person's attitude? He's going
| |
| − | to treat it like a beautiful
| |
| − | woman.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Yeah, sure. Whip it with a stick
| |
| − | and piss on the hood.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Oh, please, Cameron. Do you have to
| |
| − | be so graphic?
| |
| − | | |
| − | She heads down the street.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | This is so right!
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris nudges Cameron on. They exit the garage and head
| |
| − | after Sloane. A long beat and the Ferrari creeps down the
| |
| − | exit ramp of the garage. It's gone in the entrance and out
| |
| − | the exit. Another attendant jumps in the passenger side.
| |
| − | He's skinny, tall, with a huge knit hat willed with dreads.
| |
| − | He lets out a spirited laugh and the Ferrari peels out of
| |
| − | the lot. It heads down the street away from Sloane, Ferris
| |
| − | and Cameron.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 104 EXT. FERRIS' HOUSE 104
| |
| − | | |
| − | Joyce's care pulls in the driveway. She gets out and heads up
| |
| − | the house.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 105 INT. FERRIS' ROOM 105
| |
| − | | |
| − | It's dark. There's a figure in the bed. We hear soft
| |
| − | snoring. A wire runs from under the bed covers to the closet
| |
| − | door to the door to the room itself.
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. ROOM. DOOR KNOB
| |
| − | | |
| − | The wire is tied to the doorknob. It's taut. Downstairs, we
| |
| − | hear a door open and close.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 106 INT. HOUSE. STAIRWAY 106
| |
| − | | |
| − | Joyce quietly walks up the stairs.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 107 INT. HOUSE. HALLWAY 107
| |
| − | | |
| − | Joyce comes up the stairs and crosses to Ferris' room. She
| |
| − | listens at the door. WE HEAR THE SNORING.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. DOORKNOB
| |
| − | | |
| − | Joyce slowly turns the doorknob and pushes the door open a
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| − | crack.
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| − | | |
| − | HER POV
| |
| − | | |
| − | The door opens and the figure-like lump in the bed moves.
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| − | | |
| − | CU. JOYCE
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| − | | |
| − | She smiles and closes the door.
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| − | | |
| − | 108 INT. ROOM. CLOSET 108
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| − | | |
| − | The closet door is open. The wire from the bedroom door is
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| − | strung over the top of the closet door. A trophy is attached
| |
| − | to the end of the wire and it's resting on a yard stick. As
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| − | the bedroom door closes, the trophy lifts up off the
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| − | yardstick and the lump in the bed goes back down to it's
| |
| − | original position.
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| − | | |
| − | CU. FERRIS' SYNTHESIZER
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| − | | |
| − | Little LED's are lighting up to the rhythm of the snoring.
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| − | The snoring it simulated.
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| − | | |
| − | 109 INT. HALLWAY 109
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| − | | |
| − | Joyce listens at the door another beat. She's smiles with
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| − | relief and affection.
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| − | | |
| − | 110 EXT. SEARS TOWER. LATER 110
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| − | | |
| − | HELICOPTER SHOT moves in on the world's tallest building. As
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| − | it passes we see three figures pressed against the windows.
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| − | | |
| − | FERRIS (VO)
| |
| − | This is the world's tallest building.
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| − | From our vantage point here on the
| |
| − | 103 floor, we are provided with a
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| − | view of four states.
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| − | | |
| − | CAMERON (VO)
| |
| − | Do you think the car's alright?
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| − | | |
| − | FERRIS (VO)
| |
| − | Illinois, Michigan, Wisconsin and
| |
| − | my personal favorite, Indiana.
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| − | | |
| − | 111 INT. SEARS TOWER OBSERVATION DECK 111
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| − | | |
| − | Ferris, Cameron and Sloane are standing against the window.
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| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | I don't feel good, Ferris. Are
| |
| − | we gonna stay long?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Take a step back...
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris steps back. Sloane and Cameron follow suit.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Now, lean against the glass. Like
| |
| − | this...
| |
| − | | |
| − | He leans forward, putting all his weight on his forehead.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | And look down.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Sloane leans forward. Cameron follows, reluctantly.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Oh, shit!
| |
| − | | |
| − | HER POV
| |
| − | | |
| − | The street far, far below. A dizzying view.
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. OBSERVATION DECK
| |
| − | | |
| − | The three are leaning against the glass.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | What if the glass gives?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Death.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Cool.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. CAMERON
| |
| − | | |
| − | He's looking down.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | I think I see my Dad.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 112 EXT. STREET LEVEL 112
| |
| − | | |
| − | A middle-aged man, Cameron's father, HORACE FRYE, is
| |
| − | standing on the street corner. He's lean, clean, tough and
| |
| − | humorless. He's wearing a puzzled look on his face.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON'S FATHER
| |
| − | I think I see my car.
| |
| − | | |
| − | HIS POV
| |
| − | | |
| − | The Ferrari screams down the avenue and disappears down the
| |
| − | underground ramp.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 113 INT. SEARS TOWER LOBBY 113
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris and Sloane bound down the escalator. Cameron follows
| |
| − | glumly. They dance past the giant Calder mobile. They're
| |
| − | singing.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS AND SLOANE
| |
| − | I BEEN ALL 'ROUND THIS GREAT BIG WORLD
| |
| − | AND I'VE SEEN ALL KINDS OF GIRLS
| |
| − | YEAH, BUT I COULDN'T WAIT TO GET
| |
| − | BACK IN THE STATES
| |
| − | BACK TO THE CUTEST GIRLS IN THE WORLD
| |
| − | I WISH THEY ALL COULD BE CALIFORNIA
| |
| − | I WISH THEY ALL COULD BE CALIFORNIA
| |
| − | | |
| − | 114 EXT. STREET 114
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris and Sloane burst out the doors garnering the annoyed
| |
| − | stares of the business people busily going in and out of the
| |
| − | building. Cameron politely waits his turn to exit. Ferris
| |
| − | and Sloane head down the street. Cameron follows.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS AND SLOANE
| |
| − | I WISH THEY ALL COULD BE CALIFORNIA GIRLS!
| |
| − | | |
| − | 115 EXT. CHICAGO MERCANTILE EXCHANGE 115
| |
| − | | |
| − | Giant old monolith.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 116 INT. CHICAGO MERCANTILE EXCHANGE. TRADING ROOM 116
| |
| − | | |
| − | Traders are frantically buying and selling commodities.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 117 INT. GALLERY 117
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris, Cameron and Sloane are sitting in the gallery
| |
| − | watching the proceedings.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Do you love me?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Do you love me?
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | I asked you first.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Yes. You?
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Yes.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Would I trash a day of education to
| |
| − | be with you if I didn't love you?
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Yes.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Would I risk damaging a deep and
| |
| − | wonderfully enriching relationship
| |
| − | with my parents if I didn't love you?
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Yes.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Would I have introduced you as my wife
| |
| − | if I didn't love you?
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Wait a minute. That was a lie.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | True.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris puts his arm around Sloane.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Would you want to get married? I
| |
| − | mean if I wasn't an asshole.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Sure.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | (serious)
| |
| − | Today?
| |
| − | | |
| − | Sloane stares at him. Is he serious.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | I'm game.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | No way!
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | I'll do it, if you will.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron suddenly adds his two cents.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | You need a blood test.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris looks around at him.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Huh?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | If your blood's not compatible,
| |
| − | you could produce a pinhead. The
| |
| − | state requires a blood test.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | So?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | So, you can't get married today.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Tomorrow?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | If you get a blood test today.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | I'm not getting married.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | I'm with you, babe.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Why not?
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | What do you mean, why not? Think
| |
| − | about it.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Besides being too young and your
| |
| − | father hating my guts and not
| |
| − | having any place to live and feeling
| |
| − | awkward about being the only cheer-
| |
| − | leader with a husband, give me a
| |
| − | good reason why not.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | I'll give you two. My mother and
| |
| − | father.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris and Sloane look at him curiously.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | They're married and they hate each other.
| |
| − | (to Ferris)
| |
| − | You've seen them. Am I right?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | You're father's a toad and your
| |
| − | Mom's always wired out, but so what?
| |
| − | They're old. That's natural.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | It makes me puke. Seeing people
| |
| − | treat each other like that. It's
| |
| − | like the car. He loves the car.
| |
| − | He hates his wife.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | My parents are divorced. So what?
| |
| − | It's not like it doesn't happen
| |
| − | ten thousand times a day.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Just because it happens doesn't
| |
| − | make it right. Are you comfortable
| |
| − | with it?
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | No. It's not something I can get comfortable
| |
| − | with. I've tried. Are yours divorced?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | They may as well be.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Do you think they're staying together
| |
| − | because of you?
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron hasn't seen it that way. He shrugs.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Do they like you?
| |
| − | | |
| − | It hasn't occured to Cameron that his parents might not like
| |
| − | him. That parental love might not be a given.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Yeah. Sure.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Consider this...my father canned me
| |
| − | and my brother and my Mom for a
| |
| − | twenty five year old dipso with fake
| |
| − | tits. He dropped us like a rock. Everything
| |
| − | was cool at our house. I thought so.
| |
| − | We all thought so. Then BLAM! It's over.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | (to CAMERA)
| |
| − | This is all news to me. She keeps a
| |
| − | pretty good secret.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | (to Cameron)
| |
| − | It was pure selfishness. When I have
| |
| − | a kid, I don't care how much I want
| |
| − | something, if it's gonna screw-up the
| |
| − | kid, forget it.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | (to CAMERA)
| |
| − | She's not lying.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | You could change.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Yeah. But I'm gonna try not to.
| |
| − | I'm gonna think about it. I'm
| |
| − | gonna try to prevent it.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | This is optomism. It's a common
| |
| − | trait with my age group. Adults
| |
| − | think it's cute, it's like a charming
| |
| − | quick that infests youth. But it's
| |
| − | a cool thing and I think, deep down,
| |
| − | crusty old shits wish they had some.
| |
| − | They wish they had her, too.
| |
| − | (points to Sloane)
| |
| − | Sorry. She's taken.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | I'd rather not have my family break
| |
| − | apart, thank you.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Well, you know what? It ain't up
| |
| − | to you. It's out of your hands.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | So, I in other words, I should just
| |
| − | sit back and watch it crumble?
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | You're merely an inhabitant in their
| |
| − | universe.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Frightening choice of words.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | They call the shots. When you split
| |
| − | from them, you call the shots.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | So, you're saying I should run away?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | No. She's saying it's time for lunch.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | What?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Let's go feed Cameron.
| |
| − | | |
| − | They stand up and head out. Ferris hangs back a moment. He
| |
| − | cups his hands to his mouth. He yells at the top of his
| |
| − | voice.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | BUY!
| |
| − | | |
| − | And he exits. Cool and casual.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 118 INT. CHICAGO MERCANTILE EXCHANGE. TRADING FLOOR 118
| |
| − | | |
| − | It explodes with activity in response to Ferris' shout.
| |
| − | We HEAR A RADIO ANNOUNCER.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ANNOUNCER
| |
| − | Commodity prices rose sharply today
| |
| − | in unusually heavy trading...
| |
| − | | |
| − | 119 EXT. RESTAURANT 119
| |
| − | | |
| − | A French restaurant on the Gold Coast. It's noon.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 120 INT. RESTAURANT 120
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris, Sloane and Cameron are standing in the restaurant.
| |
| − | Ferris is looking at the maitre 'd's reservations book.
| |
| − | | |
| − | HIS POV
| |
| − | | |
| − | His fingers runs down to a party of three for 12:00.
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. RESTAURANT
| |
| − | | |
| − | The maitre'd returns.
| |
| − | | |
| − | MAITRE'D
| |
| − | (to Ferris)
| |
| − | May I help you?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Yes. I'm Abe Frohman. Party of
| |
| − | three for 12:00.
| |
| − | | |
| − | The maitre'd looks at Ferris curiously.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Is there a problem?
| |
| − | | |
| − | MAITRE'D
| |
| − | You're Abe Frohman?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | I'm Abe Frohman.
| |
| − | | |
| − | MAITRE'D
| |
| − | (chuckles)
| |
| − | I'm sorry, son. I'm very busy right
| |
| − | now. If you have trouble finding the
| |
| − | door...
| |
| − | | |
| − | Sloane tugs Ferris' sleeve. He ignores her.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Are you suggesting that I'm not
| |
| − | who I say I am?
| |
| − | | |
| − | MAITRE'D
| |
| − | Shall I call the police?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Let's go...Abe.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | I'm not going anywhere.
| |
| − | (to the Maitre'd)
| |
| − | Call the police. Go ahead. Better
| |
| − | yet...
| |
| − | (grabs the phone)
| |
| − | ...I'll call myself.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron chokes. Sloane grits her teeth. The maitre'd smiles
| |
| − | smuggly.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. PHONE
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris punches out a number. A beat and the restaurant's
| |
| − | second line lights up and the phone rings.
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. RESTAURANT
| |
| − | | |
| − | The maitre'd motions for the phone so that he can answer the
| |
| − | call. Ferris waves him off angrily.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | You touch me and I yell "rat!"
| |
| − | There's another phone around here.
| |
| − | Find it.
| |
| − | | |
| − | The maitre'd backs off.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Ferris, let's split, please?
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Cameron's right. We're gonna
| |
| − | get busted.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Not a chance in the world.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He hands the phone to Sloane.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Ask for Abe Frohman.
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. RESTAURANT. LATER
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris, Sloane and Cameron are seated in the restaurant. The
| |
| − | maitre'd is hovering over Ferris.
| |
| − | | |
| − | MAITRE'D
| |
| − | I appreciate your understanding.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Don't grovel, Charles. Just leave
| |
| − | us to our repast and all will be
| |
| − | forgotten.
| |
| − | | |
| − | MAITRE'D
| |
| − | Enjoy your luncheon.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Thank you.
| |
| − | | |
| − | The maitre'd backs away. Ferris smiles. Sloane is impressed.
| |
| − | Cameron is flushed with nerves.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Darling, you were wonderful.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Oh, but I had a wonderful teacher.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Cameron, dear friend?
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron looks to Ferris.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | And you thought we wouldn't have
| |
| − | any fun. Shame on you.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris disappears behind his menu.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 121 EXT. SCHOOL 121
| |
| − | | |
| − | We HEAR HALLWAY SOUNDS AND JEANIE.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE (VO)
| |
| − | Ferris Bueller's days are numbered.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 122 INT. GIRL'S LOCKER ROOM 122
| |
| − | | |
| − | Jeanie's sitting on a bench in a field hockey uniform. She's
| |
| − | talking to a FRIEND.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | (mean, vicious)
| |
| − | I'm gonna bust his buns.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FRIEND
| |
| − | Why? What's the point?
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | Why? Because I'm sick of the little
| |
| − | dope. He manipulates my parents, he
| |
| − | does whatever he wants, whenever he
| |
| − | wants and he never gets nailed.
| |
| − | (wicked pause)
| |
| − | Well, babe, today I'm the hammer.
| |
| − | | |
| − | She yanks angrily on the velcro strap on her sneakers. The
| |
| − | straps rip off in her hand.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FRIEND
| |
| − | I think he's cute.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | Sweetie, it's an established fact that
| |
| − | you have no taste. Ferris is not cute.
| |
| − | He's not charming. He's not nice. He's
| |
| − | not a wonderful person. He's an ignorant
| |
| − | mule and the sooner everybody in this
| |
| − | school comes to that realization the
| |
| − | better off we'll all be.
| |
| − | | |
| − | She displays the velcro straps to her friend.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | See? My brother strokes you, you
| |
| − | sympathize with him, I get pissed
| |
| − | off and this is what happens!
| |
| − | | |
| − | Jeanie tosses the straps on the floor.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | Let me tell you something. I study
| |
| − | hard, I work hard, I'm polite, I'm
| |
| − | considerate, I'm friendly and fair
| |
| − | to all kinds of people. Except
| |
| − | morons. I try to be everything a
| |
| − | good, decent person should be and
| |
| − | you know what?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FRIEND
| |
| − | Everybody thinks you're an asshole.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Jeanie freezes with her next sentence pinned to her tongue.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | Excuse me?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FRIEND
| |
| − | I don't think you're an asshole.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | Who does?
| |
| − | | |
| − | Her friend smiles sheepishly.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | Rachel?
| |
| − | | |
| − | Jeanie's friend shrugs, wags her head, does everything but
| |
| − | verbally confirm.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | Rachel's a dirt bag. Who else?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FRIEND
| |
| − | I don't know. Just forget it.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | Forget that everybody thinks I'm an
| |
| − | asshole? Would you like everybody to
| |
| − | think you're an asshole?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FRIEND
| |
| − | Not everybody thinks you're an
| |
| − | asshole. Mr. Rooney likes you.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | Oh, hey. That's exciting. A fat
| |
| − | fifty year old clod with B.O.
| |
| − | likes me.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Jeanie shakes her head in disbelief.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | Would everybody be happier if
| |
| − | maybe I were to die in a flaming
| |
| − | car accident or something?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FRIEND
| |
| − | Maybe if you didn't cat like and
| |
| − | asshole...
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | Am I acting like an asshole?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FRIEND
| |
| − | I didn't mean it that way.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | I this a conspiracy to shit all
| |
| − | over me or something? Is my brother
| |
| − | behind this? Tell me if he is or I'll
| |
| − | sock your tits.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FRIEND
| |
| − | You really do have a problem, Jeanie.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | Me? I have a problem?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FRIEND
| |
| − | Somebody who threatens to sock people's
| |
| − | tits has a problem.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | Alright. How about if I sock your
| |
| − | face?
| |
| − | | |
| − | Jeanie's friend gets up.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FRIEND
| |
| − | Take a walk, Jeanie.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Her friend exits.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | (yells after her)
| |
| − | If it means anything to you, I
| |
| − | have my period! MY BODY'S RIDDING
| |
| − | ITSELF OF OLD EGGS, GODDAMN IT!
| |
| − | | |
| − | She snarls and slumps against the lockers.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | He's gone. He's over. He's monkey meat.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 123 INT. MEN'S ROOM. CHEZ PAUL 123
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris is standing at the urinal.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | She's a person who views life as
| |
| − | an ordeal that must be endured. Her
| |
| − | body is a transport vehicle for her
| |
| − | anger. I don't know where she gets
| |
| − | this shit. Basically, the family's
| |
| − | pretty cool.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He looks down at the urinal.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | I wonder if everybody shoots at
| |
| − | cigarette butts in urinals? Probably
| |
| − | not many women.
| |
| − | (continues)
| |
| − | I used to think that my family was
| |
| − | the only one that had weirdness
| |
| − | in it. It used to worry me. Then I
| |
| − | met Cameron and I saw how his
| |
| − | family functioned.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He zips this trousers and steps away from the urinal.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Cameron's home life is really shit.
| |
| − | He wasn't lying. That's why he's sick
| |
| − | all the time. It really upsets him.
| |
| − | What he said about his parents hating
| |
| − | each other? I refuse to sleep over at
| |
| − | his house. His parents fight all the
| |
| − | time. Even when I'm there. Is there
| |
| − | anything worse than being at somebody's
| |
| − | house when their parents are fighting?
| |
| − | It's the absolute height of social
| |
| − | discomfort.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He checks his hair in the mirror.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | When they go after each other, Cameron
| |
| − | tightens up. It's scary. He gets so
| |
| − | wadded-up, you couldn't pry his buns
| |
| − | apart with a crowbar. The thing with
| |
| − | taking his old man's car? It's good
| |
| − | for him. It teaches him to deal with
| |
| − | his fear. Plus, and I must
| |
| − | be honest here, I love driving it.
| |
| − | I highly recommend picking one up.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He exists the men's room. We hold a beat. A toilet flushes.
| |
| − | Another beat and Tom walks out of the stall. He crosses to
| |
| − | the sink.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 124 INT. RESTAURANT 124
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron and Sloane have been served their lunches. They're
| |
| − | staring at the plates.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | What is it?
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | I don't know. But it looks like
| |
| − | it's already been eaten and digested.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | I knew it was a mistake letting
| |
| − | Ferris order for us.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris slides over to the table and drops into his seat.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | What are you doing?
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron looks at Ferris.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | What is this shit?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | You got me. I don't speak French.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He puts his napkin in his lap and smells his plate.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | I think it's a land-based beefoid
| |
| − | creature.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He takes a bite. He savors the taste.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Splendid.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Really?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Superb.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron and Sloane try theirs. They chew tentatively.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Good?
| |
| − | | |
| − | Sloane and Cameron shrug. It's not bad. A WAITER passes.
| |
| − | Ferris stops him.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Yo, Clouseau!
| |
| − | | |
| − | The waiter stops and looks at Ferris indignantly.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | I have a growth on my brain that
| |
| − | causes memory lapses. Could you
| |
| − | tell me what we ordered here?
| |
| − | | |
| − | The waiter glances at the plates.
| |
| − | | |
| − | WAITER
| |
| − | Sweetbreads.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Uh, huh. And what might that be?
| |
| − | | |
| − | WAITER
| |
| − | Pancreas.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | As in the gland that has important
| |
| − | functions in digestion and metabolism?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. SLOANE AND CAMERON
| |
| − | | |
| − | They stop chewing. They're holding their sweetbreads in their
| |
| − | mouths.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. FERRIS
| |
| − | | |
| − | He continues his questioning.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | ...That secretes a thick, colorless fluid
| |
| − | containing digestive enzymes? The home
| |
| − | of the world famous isles of Langerhans?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. WAITER
| |
| − | | |
| − | He nods broadly, knowing that he's spoiling the kids' meal.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. SLOANE AND CAMERON
| |
| − | | |
| − | They look at each other.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. FERRIS
| |
| − | | |
| − | He pats his mouth with his napkin. He looks to Cameron and
| |
| − | Sloane. He raises a finger, holds it a beat and gives a cue.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. WAITER
| |
| − | | |
| − | He turns away as Sloane and Cameron spit out their food.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. FERRIS
| |
| − | | |
| − | He watches Sloane and Cameron then glances at the waiter.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Check, please!
| |
| − | | |
| − | 125 EXT. RESTAURANT 125
| |
| − | | |
| − | Tom and his two GUESTS are standing at the curb, talking. A
| |
| − | cab is waiting. The door's open. In the B.G. Ferris, Sloane
| |
| − | and Cameron come out of the restaurant. They approach the
| |
| − | cab. Tom's back it to Ferris. Ferris stops cold.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS, SLOANE, CAMERON
| |
| − | | |
| − | They turns on cue at Tom, now in the B.G., turns toward the
| |
| − | restaurant.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | 40,000 restaurants in the downtown
| |
| − | area and I pick the one my father
| |
| − | goes to.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | We're gonna get nabbed, for sure.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | No way, Cameron. Only the meek
| |
| − | get nabbed. The bold survive.
| |
| − | Let's go.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He turns to the cab. Sloane and Cameron turn slowly.
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. STREET. CAB
| |
| − | | |
| − | Tom and his party are still jawing at curbside. Ferris,
| |
| − | Sloane and Cameron slowly approach the cab. Behind the backs
| |
| − | of the men, Ferris scoots Sloane into the cab. Cameron
| |
| − | dashes in. The Ferris hops the cab.
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. CAB
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris slams the door.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. CAB DOOR HANDLE
| |
| − | | |
| − | A man's hand reaches for the handle as the cab pulls away.
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. RESTAURANT
| |
| − | | |
| − | Tom and his guests watch in bewilderment at their cab takes
| |
| − | off. MUSIC COMES UP.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 126 EXT. MUSEUM OR SCIENCE AND INDUSTRY 126
| |
| − | | |
| − | The grand old Chicago museum.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 127 INT. MUSEUM. OVERHEAD SHOT 127
| |
| − | | |
| − | The main gallery is crowded with school kids.
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. MUSEUM. FLOOR
| |
| − | | |
| − | A class of kids walking along holding hands. Among the
| |
| − | second graders are Ferris, Sloane and Cameron, holding hands
| |
| − | looking like giant grade schoolers.
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. MUSEUM. DISPLAY CASE
| |
| − | | |
| − | Baby chicks are hatching in a huge, round incubator. Sloane,
| |
| − | Ferris and Cameron are intently watching the process.
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. MUSEUM. COAL MINE
| |
| − | | |
| − | Sloane, Ferris and Cameron ride in the coal train in the
| |
| − | coal mine replica. Ferris and Sloane are making out.
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. MUSEUM. INDUSTRIAL DISPLAY
| |
| − | | |
| − | Sloane operates a metal press to produce a tin ashtray.
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. MUSEUM. HEART REPLICA
| |
| − | | |
| − | A giant, walk-thru replica of a human heart. Ferris staggers
| |
| − | out of it, clutching his heart, feigning a massive heart
| |
| − | attack.
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. GERMAN U-BOAT
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris is examining the controls of the captured U-Boat. He
| |
| − | checks to see if he's being watched then he presses a button
| |
| − | and pulls a lever.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. PROPELLER
| |
| − | | |
| − | For the first time in forty years, the screw turns.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. HUMAN FETUS IN A BOTTLE
| |
| − | | |
| − | The famous stages of life display which features bottled
| |
| − | fetuses. The ninth month. A tiny human being in a jar.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. SLOANE, FERRIS, CAMERON
| |
| − | | |
| − | Sloane wants to cry. Cameron's stomach is in his throat.
| |
| − | Ferris is lost in thought. The MUSIC ENDS.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | (remorsefully)
| |
| − | I wonder if he has a name?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | (blank)
| |
| − | Ninth Month.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 128 EXT. CHICAGO RIVER. LONG, HIGH SHOT 128
| |
| − | | |
| − | From the Merchandise Mart, looking down the fetid, green
| |
| − | swath of water. A boat is rolling up the man-made canyon.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON (VO)
| |
| − | Are you guys worried about nuclear war?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS (VO)
| |
| − | Cameron, it's a beautiful day, we've
| |
| − | won our freedom, we're traveling down
| |
| − | one of American's most scenic polluted
| |
| − | waterways and you have to bring up
| |
| − | nuclear war?
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE (VO)
| |
| − | It is kind of raggy subject, Cam.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON (VO)
| |
| − | Regardless. It's with us every day.
| |
| − | The possiblity of global destruction.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE (VO)
| |
| − | Don't you think it's an issue because
| |
| − | people need something to worry about?
| |
| − | They have to like, have some major
| |
| − | problem that puts all their little
| |
| − | bullshit into some kind of persepective?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON (VO)
| |
| − | Maybe.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | They used to have Viet Nam. They
| |
| − | used to have the oil crisis stuff
| |
| − | and Iran. That's over and people
| |
| − | have to have their big issue. It's
| |
| − | not like somebody came up with the
| |
| − | nuclear holocaust yesterday at
| |
| − | noon, you know.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE (VO)
| |
| − | To answer your question...No, I'm not
| |
| − | worried about it at all.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS (VO)
| |
| − | We don't know when the bombs going
| |
| − | off. We do know, however, that college
| |
| − | starts in the fall.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON (VO)
| |
| − | (dramatic, deadly serious)
| |
| − | Do you know what a nuclear winter is?
| |
| − | | |
| − | Long beat.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE (VO)
| |
| − | Yeah. Everybody's dead, it's real
| |
| − | cold and the skiing's for shit.
| |
| − | | |
| − | The boat makes the turn in the river and CLEARS FRAME.
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. BOAT DOCK
| |
| − | | |
| − | The three are sitting on the aft deck of the tour boat.
| |
| − | Their feet are up on the railing. Very casual, very relaxed.
| |
| − | Discussing the end of the world.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | My step-father's always going off about
| |
| − | how when he was young he was committed to
| |
| − | all these causes.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | He's full of shit. All the old hippies
| |
| − | are full of shit.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | He says I don't care about things like
| |
| − | he did.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | What's he care about now?
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Baldness, fatty meats and money.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | I rest my case.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | What's spooky is they still control
| |
| − | everything. They took over when they
| |
| − | were young and they never gave it up.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | One of the most frightening experiences
| |
| − | of my young life has been observing
| |
| − | my parents and our neighbors playing
| |
| − | the Baby Boom Edition of Trivial Pursuits.
| |
| − | It's chilling to see people crazed with
| |
| − | the minutia of their past.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | It's human nature to like what you had
| |
| − | better than what you have.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Agreed.
| |
| − | | |
| − | A loud speaker on the boat identifies a point of interest.
| |
| − | | |
| − | LOUDSPEAKER
| |
| − | TO YOUR LEFT IT THE WORLD'S TALLEST
| |
| − | BUILDING...
| |
| − | | |
| − | The three look to the left.
| |
| − | | |
| − | LOUDSPEAKER, FERRIS,
| |
| − | SLOANE, CAMERON
| |
| − | The Sears Tower.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | You know, this is all very interesting
| |
| − | but I'm starving.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | An hour ago you wanted to yack.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | I feel better now.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Lean over and grab a fish.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron looks over the side of the boat. An obtuse thought
| |
| − | flashes through Sloane's brain.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | What comes after a nuclear winter?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Nuclear spring.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 129 EXT. SCHOOL 129
| |
| − | | |
| − | Meanwhile...
| |
| − | | |
| − | 130 INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE THE DEAN'S OFFICE 130
| |
| − | | |
| − | Jeanie is having a small moral debate with herself.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | It's reprehensible to squeal on
| |
| − | your own flesh and blood...but it's
| |
| − | for his own good. His cavalier
| |
| − | attitude will get him into trouble
| |
| − | later in life...and it'll continue
| |
| − | to piss me off and I'll get so
| |
| − | wadded-up that it'll cause cervex cancer
| |
| − | and he'll ruin my life. Screw him.
| |
| − | | |
| − | She slips into the Dean's outer office.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 131 INT. DEAN'S OUTER OFFICE 131
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney's secretary is behind her desk. Jeanie walks in. The
| |
| − | secretary looks up and greets her with a weary smile.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SECRETARY
| |
| − | Hello, Jeanie. Who's bothering
| |
| − | you now?
| |
| − | | |
| − | Jeanie scowls at her.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | Is Dean Rooney in?
| |
| − | | |
| − | SECRETARY
| |
| − | I'm sorry, he's out. Can I help you?
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | (condescending)
| |
| − | I seriously doubt it. When's he back?
| |
| − | | |
| − | SECRETARY
| |
| − | I don't know. He left the grounds
| |
| − | on personal business.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 132 EXT. STREET. CU. CURB 132
| |
| − | | |
| − | A car tire rolls into FRAME and stops. Slide across to the
| |
| − | sidewalk. Rooney's dress shoe steps out onto the pavement.
| |
| − | Move up to reveal Rooney standing at the door of his
| |
| − | bile-green LeBaron. Rooney peels off his shades and looks
| |
| − | around like he's Dirty Harry. In his mind he is Dirty Harry.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. FIRE HYDRANT
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney's dres shoe on the hydrant. He ties his lace and
| |
| − | pulls up his sock.
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. STREET
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney straightens his tie and jacket and slips into a rowdy
| |
| − | hot dog joint.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 133 INT. HOT DOG STAND 133
| |
| − | | |
| − | It's jammed with construction workers, secretaries, suburban
| |
| − | businessmen. It's loud and confusing. Rooney pushes his way
| |
| − | in and scopes the crowd.
| |
| − | | |
| − | HIS POV
| |
| − | | |
| − | A young person is playing a video game in a far corner.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. ROONEY
| |
| − | | |
| − | He suspects it's Ferris. It look sort of like Ferris. He
| |
| − | smiles and cuts into the crowd.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. THE BACK OF THE VIDEO PLAYER'S HEAD
| |
| − | | |
| − | MOVE IN on the player.
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| − | | |
| − | ROONEY (OC)
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| − | I've been waiting a long time
| |
| − | for this.
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| − | | |
| − | The player looks up.
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| − | | |
| − | ROONEY (OC)
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| − | Your ass is mine.
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| − | | |
| − | The player turns around. It's a GIRL.
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| − | | |
| − | CU. ROONEY
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| − | | |
| − | The blood evacuates his face. He stares at the girl.
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| − | | |
| − | CU. GIRL
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| − | | |
| − | She stares at him. She picks up her Coke. She puts the straw
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| − | to her lips and sucks.
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| − | | |
| − | CU. ROONEY
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| − | | |
| − | He's still staring. He can't think of anything to say.
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| − | | |
| − | CU. GIRL
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| − | | |
| − | Holding the straw in the mouth, she draws it out of the cup.
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| − | She raises it, pointing it directly in Rooney's face.
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| − | | |
| − | CU. ROONEY
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| − | | |
| − | He squints
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| − | | |
| − | CU. GIRL
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| − | | |
| − | She blows a strawful of Coke in Rooney's face.
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| − | | |
| − | CU. NAPKIN HOLDER
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| − | | |
| − | A hand yanks a napkin hold.
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| − | | |
| − | INT. HOT DOG STAND. SERVICE COUNTER
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| − | | |
| − | Rooney wipes his face. Behind him is the kitchen and a
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| − | grease-covered TV set broadcasting a Cubs baseball game.
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| − | There's a long foul ball. The TV camera follows the ball
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| − | into the stands. A kid makes a stab at the ball. Rooney
| |
| − | wipes his suit off. The TV camera zooms in on the boy
| |
| − | triumphantly holding the foul ball aloft. It's Ferris.
| |
| − | He does a little celebration dance. Rooney wads up the
| |
| − | napkin and tosses it in a trashbin. The TV camera returns to
| |
| − | the game. Rooney glances at the screen.
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| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | What's the score?
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| − | | |
| − | HOT DOG MAN
| |
| − | Zero to zero.
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| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | Who's winning?
| |
| − | | |
| − | HOT DOG MAN
| |
| − | Cubs.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney nods and exits.
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| − | | |
| − | 134 EXT. WRIGLEY FIELD. STANDS 134
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| − | | |
| − | Ferris sits down with the baseball. He shakes his stinging
| |
| − | paw. On either side of him are Cameron and Sloane. Cameron's
| |
| − | scarfing nachos.
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| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | I think I broke my thumb.
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| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Can we leave now?
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| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | You want to leave? We just got here.
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| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | You got a call, you broke your thumb,
| |
| − | what's left to do?
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| − | | |
| − | Cameron offers his nachos to Sloane. She looks at them with
| |
| − | disgust.
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| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | No wonder you're always sick.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris leans back, puts his hands behind his head and turns
| |
| − | his face to the bright sun.
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| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Do you realize that if I played by
| |
| − | the rules, right now I'd be in gym?
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| − | | |
| − | 135 EXT. HIGH SCHOOL. PLAYING FIELD 135
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| − | | |
| − | A boy's gym class is doing laps. A blue Fiat pulls into the
| |
| − | shot.
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| − | | |
| − | 136 INT. FIAT 136
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| − | | |
| − | Jeanie's at the wheel. She sneaks a glance at the school.
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| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | I can't believe my brother's making
| |
| − | me put myself in a position where I
| |
| − | could get expelled. Selfish little
| |
| − | moron.
| |
| − | (pause)
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| − | Ferris? You're overshadowed
| |
| − | me long enough. I'm gonna get
| |
| − | you, buddy.
| |
| − | | |
| − | She puts the car in gear and drives out of the shot.
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| − | | |
| − | 137 EXT. STATE STREET 137
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| − | | |
| − | A parade is underway. Floats and politicians. Marching
| |
| − | bands, drum and bugle corps, soldiers, school kids. Figure
| |
| − | skating club in outfits and skates performing their routines
| |
| − | on pavement. It's GERMAN-AMERICAN APPRECIATION DAY.
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. STATE STREET. FLOAT
| |
| − | | |
| − | Riding atop on a float is Ferris. He's waving to the crowd.
| |
| − | He and half a dozen homely German-American Beauty Queens.
| |
| − | He's leading the girls in singing, "DANKE SHOEN".
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. STATE STREET. SLOANE AND CAMERON
| |
| − | | |
| − | They're watching Ferris go by. They wave to him.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | I love him.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | It's hard not to.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron breaks a smile. As worried as he is about the day
| |
| − | and getting caught, he has to admire Ferris for his lack of
| |
| − | inhabitions. Cameron mumbles a few words.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Stop...water...want...
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Do you believe in reincarnation?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Huh?
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Do you believe that you lived before?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Yeah. Sort of.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | DO you ever wonder what you were?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | I don't have to wonder. I know.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Sloane looks at him with amazement.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | I was a tractor tire.
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. STATE STREET. FLOAT
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris is on his knees, reaching down from the float,
| |
| − | shaking hands with people in the crowd.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Guten tag, dude!
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. STATE STREET
| |
| − | | |
| − | Sloane and Cameron continue their conversation.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | What were you in a previous life?
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | I'm not sure but I think I know
| |
| − | who Ferris was.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Hannibal.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | From the A-Team?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | No. The guy who rode the elephants
| |
| − | into Switzerland.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Sloane laughs at herself. They step out of the crowd and
| |
| − | head down the street in the direction the parade's heading.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | I think if he was anybody, he
| |
| − | was Magellan. You know, the guy
| |
| − | who went around the world.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron nods.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | I could see him ignoring popular
| |
| − | belief and taking off on some
| |
| − | impossible mission.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Yeah. As long as I've known him,
| |
| − | everything works for him. There's
| |
| − | nothing he can't handle. I can't
| |
| − | handle anything. School, parents,
| |
| − | the future. Ferris can do anything.
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. STATE STREET. FLOAT
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris is playing "TWIST AND SHOUT" on the accordian. The
| |
| − | girls on the float are singing.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | WELL, SHAKE IT UP, BABY, NOW!
| |
| − | | |
| − | GIRLS
| |
| − | SHAKE IT UP, BABY
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | TWIST AND SHOUT!
| |
| − | | |
| − | GIRLS
| |
| − | TWIST AND SHOUT!
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | COME ON, COME ON, COME ON, BABY ON!
| |
| − | COME ON AND WORK IT ON OUT!
| |
| − | | |
| − | GIRLS
| |
| − | WORK IT ON OUT!
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. STREET. SLOANE AND CAMERON
| |
| − | | |
| − | They continue their conversation.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | The future's worse for a boy, isn't
| |
| − | it?
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron doesn't understand what she means.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | A girl can always bail out and
| |
| − | have a baby and get some guy
| |
| − | to support her.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | That's a pretty grim thought.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | True, but it's an option. No options
| |
| − | is worse.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | I don't know what I'm gonna do.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | College.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Yeah, but to do what?
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | What are you interested in?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Nothing.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Me either.
| |
| − | | |
| − | They walk on for a few beats. We HEAR "TWIST AND SHOUT"
| |
| − | GROWING LOUDER AND LOUDER. The sons is taking over all the
| |
| − | other tunes in the band. It's infecting the entire parade.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | What do you think Ferris is gonna
| |
| − | do?
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. STATE STREET. MARCHING BAND
| |
| − | | |
| − | They're playing TWIST AND SHOUT.
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. STREET. MOUNTED POLICE OFFICER
| |
| − | | |
| − | He's singing.
| |
| − | | |
| − | POLICE OFFICER
| |
| − | YOU KNOW YOU LOOK SO GOOD!
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. STREET. PUNKS
| |
| − | | |
| − | A band of PUNKS are dancing on the roof of a news kiosk.
| |
| − | | |
| − | PUNKS
| |
| − | LOOK SO GOOD!
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. STREET MOTHER AND HER CHILDREN
| |
| − | | |
| − | A WOMAN and her two TODDLERS sing along.
| |
| − | | |
| − | WOMAN
| |
| − | YOU KNOW YOU LOOK SO FINE!
| |
| − | | |
| − | TODDLERS
| |
| − | LOOK SO FINE!
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. STREET. BLACK TEENAGER
| |
| − | | |
| − | He's wearing a shower cap and a maroon overcoat.
| |
| − | | |
| − | TEENAGER
| |
| − | COME ON AND TWIST A LITTLE CLOSER!
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. STREET. OLD NEWSPAPER SELLER
| |
| − | | |
| − | He singing along.
| |
| − | | |
| − | NEWSPAPER SELLER
| |
| − | TWIST A LITTLE CLOSER!
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. STREET. CHOIR GROUP
| |
| − | | |
| − | They're marching down the parade. They're singing in their
| |
| − | angleic voices.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CHOIR
| |
| − | AND LET ME KNOW THAT YOU'RE MINE!
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. STREET. STREET CLEANERS
| |
| − | | |
| − | With their brooms ready...
| |
| − | | |
| − | STREET CLEANERS
| |
| − | KNOW THAT YOU'RE MINE!
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. STREET. DECK
| |
| − | | |
| − | The entire parade is singing and playing "TWIST AND SHOUT".
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. STREET. VIEWING STAND
| |
| − | | |
| − | The POLITICIANS and their WIVES stand up.
| |
| − | | |
| − | POLITICIANS AND WIVES
| |
| − | AH!
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. STREET. VIEWING STAND
| |
| − | | |
| − | The CLERGYMEN stand.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CLERGYMEN
| |
| − | AH!
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. STREET. VETERANS
| |
| − | | |
| − | Marching in formation and in WWII uniforms.
| |
| − | | |
| − | VETERANS
| |
| − | AH!
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. STREET. FLOAT
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris leads the Beauty Queens in the rousing finale.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | AH!
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. STREET. WIDE AND HIGH
| |
| − | | |
| − | The entire parade is at frenzy pitch.
| |
| − | | |
| − | PARADE
| |
| − | AHHHHH!
| |
| − | | |
| − | The SOUND OF THE VOICES blends with the SOUND OF A RED-LINED
| |
| − | HIGH PERFORMANCE ENGINE.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 138 EXT. CALUMET CITY 138
| |
| − | | |
| − | The Port of Chicago. Grim, gritty waterfront. Suddenly,
| |
| − | Cameron's father's car flies OVER CAMERA. Like the opening
| |
| − | shot in Star Wars. The Starship Ferrari. SLO-MO.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. FERRARI UNDER-CARRIAGE
| |
| − | | |
| − | It travels past to reveal a beautiful blue sky. SLO-MO.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. PARKING ATTENDANT
| |
| − | | |
| − | His eyes are wide with exhilaration. Mouth open, tongue out.
| |
| − | Maniac at the wheel. SLO-MO.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. RASTAMAN
| |
| − | | |
| − | His eyes are closed. Big smile. SLO-MO,
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. STREETS. KIDS
| |
| − | | |
| − | They're looking up in the air, following the car as it flies
| |
| − | over them. Broad, excited smiles. The car's shadow passes
| |
| − | over them. SLO-MO.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 139 CU. CAR GRILLE 139
| |
| − | | |
| − | It fills the frame and stops. We MOVE UP to reveal Rooney
| |
| − | behind the wheel of his car.
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. FERRIS' HOUSE
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney gets out of his car. He looks at the house, looks up
| |
| − | and down the street, then crosses to Ferris' house.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 140 INT. HOUSE. FOYER 140
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney's at the front door. We see him peek in a window at
| |
| − | the top of the door. The doorbell rings.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 141 INT. HOUSE. FERRIS' ROOM. COMPUTER 141
| |
| − | | |
| − | It acknowledges the doorbell.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. CASSETTE PLAYER
| |
| − | | |
| − | It clicks on.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 142 EXT. HOUSE. FRONT PORCH 142
| |
| − | | |
| − | The house intercom activates. We HEAR FERRIS' VOICE.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Who is it?
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney presses the intercom.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | This is Ed Rooney, Ferris. I'd
| |
| − | like to have a word with you.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS' VOICE
| |
| − | I'm sorry I can't come to the door
| |
| − | right now. I'm very ill and I'm
| |
| − | afraid that in my weakened condition,
| |
| − | I could take a nasty spill down the
| |
| − | stairs and subject myself to further
| |
| − | school absenses.
| |
| − | | |
| − | There's a pause. Rooney presses the intercom again.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | B.S. Come down here.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS' VOICE
| |
| − | You can reach my parents at their
| |
| − | places of business. Thank you for
| |
| − | stopping by. I appreciate your concern
| |
| − | for my well-being. It will be remembered
| |
| − | long after this illness has past.
| |
| − | | |
| − | His voice clicks off. Rooney presses the intercom again.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | I'm not leaving until you come
| |
| − | down and talk to me.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS' VOICE
| |
| − | Have a nice day.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney presses the intercom.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | I'm not leaving, Ferris.
| |
| − | | |
| − | There's no response. Rooney rings the doorbell again. The
| |
| − | pre-recorded litany starts over.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS' VOICE
| |
| − | Who is it?
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney doesn't realize that he's listening to a recording.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | Don't get smart with me Ferris!
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS' VOICE
| |
| − | I'm sorry I can't come to the door
| |
| − | right now. I'm very ill and I'm
| |
| − | afraid that in my weakened condition...
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney leans back from the door. He can't quite figure out
| |
| − | what's going on. But's it's highly suspicious.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 143 INT. HOUSE. LIVING ROOM 143
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney steps through the hedges and peeks in the windows. We
| |
| − | HEAR FERRIS' VOICE inside.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS' VOICE
| |
| − | You may reach my parents at their
| |
| − | places of business.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 144 INT. HOUSE. KITCHEN 144
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney tries to peak in the kitchen window.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS' VOICE
| |
| − | I appreciate your conern for my
| |
| − | well-being. It will be remembered
| |
| − | long after...
| |
| − | | |
| − | 145 EXT. HOUSE. BACKDOOR 145
| |
| − | | |
| − | A black rubber doggie door. The type that allows a dog to
| |
| − | come and go as it pleases. Rooney is crouched down. He lifts
| |
| − | the doggie door and peeks in the house.
| |
| − | | |
| − | HIS POV
| |
| − | | |
| − | Along the kitchen floor. Through the kitchen, into the
| |
| − | dining room. We hear a LARGE DOG GROWL.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. ROONEY
| |
| − | | |
| − | He's peaking through the door. He hears the dog. His face
| |
| − | freezes.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Have a nice day.
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. HOUSE. DOGGIE DOOR
| |
| − | | |
| − | A Rottweiler bursts through the doggie door in a fury of
| |
| − | gnashing teeth and foam.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 146 CU. LARGE BREASTS 146
| |
| − | | |
| − | Tassled pasties twirl like airplane propellers.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. CAMERON, FERRIS AND SLOANE
| |
| − | | |
| − | They're sitting in a booth in the garish, nearly deserted
| |
| − | strip joint. Cameron's mouth is open in amazement. Sloane is
| |
| − | embarrassed and revolted.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | How does she do that? One goes
| |
| − | one way, one goes the other.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | She's probably schizophrenic.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Ferris, this is nauseating me.
| |
| − | Really. I'm losing respect for
| |
| − | you by the bucket.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | You don't think it's amazing that
| |
| − | we got in?
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Who wants to get in?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Cameron looks like a toddler, for
| |
| − | Christ's sake. I'm talking about
| |
| − | a major achievement in false
| |
| − | identification.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | I'm not interested in watching
| |
| − | someone jiggle their mammary glands.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Point well taken. But consider why
| |
| − | she does it. Why she does it and
| |
| − | you don't.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | I'm not a tramp.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Maybe her life fell apart. Maybe she
| |
| − | lost somebody. A lover. A boyfriend.
| |
| − | A parent. A child...
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| − | (to CAMERA)
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| − | This kind of thing makes me a little
| |
| − | depressed. You may think because I'm
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| − | the age I am that I'm a sex maniac.
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| − | That sex is all I think about.
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| − | But that's not true. I'm a romantic.
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| − | I think alot of people my age are.
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| − | We think about love and matters of
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| − | the heart. And SAT scores and acne
| |
| − | aside, we worry about lonliness. It's
| |
| − | a terrible thing. And we feel it. I
| |
| − | feel it.
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| − | | |
| − | He flips his collar up, curls his lip and affects an Elvis
| |
| − | impression. A sappy, do-wop track FADES UP. The club lights
| |
| − | go down. Cameron and Sloane disappear into darkness. Ferris
| |
| − | stands up from the booth. He strolls slowly through the
| |
| − | empty club as the stripper bumps and grinds in a pool of
| |
| − | blue light.
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| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | You know, someone said the world's a
| |
| − | stage and each must play a part.
| |
| − | Fate had me playing in love, with you
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| − | as my sweetheart. Act one was when we
| |
| − | met. I loved you at first glance. You
| |
| − | read your lines so cleverly and never
| |
| − | missed a cue. Then came act two. You
| |
| − | seemed to change. You acted strange.
| |
| − | And why, I've never known.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He climbs up on the little runway. The stripper disappears
| |
| − | in darkness as Ferris takes over the spotlight.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Honey, you lies when you said you
| |
| − | loved me and I had no cause to
| |
| − | doubt you. But I'd rather go on
| |
| − | hearing your lies than to go on
| |
| − | living without you. Now, the stage
| |
| − | is bare and I'm standing there with
| |
| − | emptiness all around and if you won't
| |
| − | come back to me, then they can bring
| |
| − | the curtain down...
| |
| − | | |
| − | Elvis fades up. The orignal recording. Ferris lip synchs
| |
| − | with the big, dramatic florish that was the King's trademark
| |
| − | ballad sign-off.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ELVIS
| |
| − | IS YOUR HEART FILLED WITH PAIN?
| |
| − | SHALL I COME BACK AGAIN?
| |
| − | TELL ME DEAR, ARE YOU LONESOME TONIGHT?
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris drops his head. Like the King would.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 147 EXT. DOWNTOWN STREET. CAMERON'S CAR 147
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| − | | |
| − | Cameron's father is looking at the car. He's studying it. It
| |
| − | looks terribly familiar. He leans into the open car and
| |
| − | reaches for the glovebox to see if the contents will confirm
| |
| − | if it's his. He freezes. He looks up slowly.
| |
| − | | |
| − | HIS POV
| |
| − | | |
| − | The Attendant and the Rastaman are glowering at him. They're
| |
| − | holding bags of fried chicken.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ATTENDANT
| |
| − | You looking for something in my
| |
| − | car?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. CAMERON'S FATHER
| |
| − | | |
| − | He shakes his head, no.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON'S FATHER
| |
| − | No.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 148 EXT. FERRIS' TOWN. JEANIE 148
| |
| − | | |
| − | Jeanie's standing at her car. She's staring incredulously
| |
| − | into the distance. Her mouth's open. She's shaking her head
| |
| − | slowly.
| |
| − | | |
| − | HER POV
| |
| − | | |
| − | Spray-painted on the town water tower in gigantic black
| |
| − | letters -- SAVE FERRIS BUELLER.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. JEANIE
| |
| − | | |
| − | She's furious.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | I'm gonna microwave his nuts...
| |
| − | | |
| − | 149 EXT. MICHIGAN AVENUE 149
| |
| − | | |
| − | Afternoon traffic.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 150 INT. TAXI CAB 150
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris, Sloane and Cameron in the backseat of a checker.
| |
| − | Ferris is on one window, Cameron on the other. Sloane's in
| |
| − | the middle. Ferris is talking to the DRIVER.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | So...
| |
| − | | |
| − | He leans forward and reads the driver's name off the city
| |
| − | license.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | So, Yuri, how long have you been
| |
| − | in America?
| |
| − | | |
| − | DRIVER
| |
| − | One year.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | What's your overall impression?
| |
| − | | |
| − | DRIVER
| |
| − | It's very good here.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Better than Russia?
| |
| − | | |
| − | DRIVER
| |
| − | Much better here than in Russia.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Clearly you've never been to an
| |
| − | American high school.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris sits back. He puts his arm around Sloane.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | It's getting late, Ferris. I have
| |
| − | to get the car home. I know you
| |
| − | don't care, but it means my ass.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | You think I don't care?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | I know you don't care.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | That hurts, Cameron.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Jump back, Ferris, Cameron's been
| |
| − | a good sport.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Cameron, what'd you see today?
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron looks at him.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | You saw four states, a submarine,
| |
| − | a giant heart, seventy five dollars
| |
| − | worth of cooked pancreas, two of the
| |
| − | most incredible breasts ever to come
| |
| − | out of modern plastics, major
| |
| − | league baseball and...
| |
| − | (quizical look)
| |
| − | Are you gonna chuck your nachos?
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron's staring past Ferris. He's frozen. Ferris realizes
| |
| − | he's looking at something out the window. He turns. He
| |
| − | freezes.
| |
| − | | |
| − | HIS POV
| |
| − | | |
| − | In the gridlock traffic, their cab is squeezed tight
| |
| − | alongside another cab. In that cab is Tom. He's about a foot
| |
| − | from Ferris. He turns and looks right into CAMERA.
| |
| − | | |
| − | TOM'S POV
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris' frozen face.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS' POV
| |
| − | | |
| − | Tom glances back at his paper. He pauses. Looks up. Thinks.
| |
| − | Turns back to CAMERA.
| |
| − | | |
| − | TOM'S POV
| |
| − | | |
| − | Sloane is sitting where Ferris was. She's wearing
| |
| − | sunglasses, looking bored. She turns and glances out the
| |
| − | window. Fakes a yawn.
| |
| − | | |
| − | HER POV
| |
| − | | |
| − | Tom stares at her. He's baffled. He looks away.
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. CAB. FLOOR.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron and Ferris are on the floor. On their asses, with
| |
| − | their backs to the back of the front seat, feet up on the
| |
| − | seat.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | (to Sloane)
| |
| − | What's he doing?
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | (revolted)
| |
| − | He's looking at me and he's licking
| |
| − | the glass and making obscene gestures
| |
| − | with his hands.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | What?!
| |
| − | | |
| − | Sloane bursts out laughing.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Roast!
| |
| − | | |
| − | She licks her finger and touches Ferris knee. She makes a
| |
| − | sizzling sound. She collapes on the seat in hysterics.
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. TOM'S CAB
| |
| − | | |
| − | Tom's looking into Ferris' cab.
| |
| − | | |
| − | HIS POV
| |
| − | | |
| − | Sloane's bouncing up and down.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. TOM
| |
| − | | |
| − | He can't quite figure out what's going on. He turns and
| |
| − | slowly raises his newspaper over his face. We see on the
| |
| − | back of the paper a small story with the headline: COMMUNITY
| |
| − | RALLIES AROUND SICK YOUTH.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 151 EXT. FERRIS' HOUSE. BACKYARD. DOG 151
| |
| − | | |
| − | The Rottweiler's chewing on a shoe. Tearing it apart.
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. BACKYARD. ROONEY
| |
| − | | |
| − | He's standing outside the fence. He's missing a shoe. His
| |
| − | suit pants are torn from the crotch to the knee. His suit
| |
| − | coat pocket is torn off. His hair's messed and there're
| |
| − | grass-stains on his knees and elbows. He's looking in at the
| |
| − | dog.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | That's a $28.00 dress shoe, you
| |
| − | worthless mutt!
| |
| − | | |
| − | HIS POV
| |
| − | | |
| − | The Rottweiler leaps at CAMERA.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 152 EXT. CITY STREET 152
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris is leading the way down Michigan Avenue. He's
| |
| − | hustling through the crowd. He has Sloane by the hand. She's
| |
| − | jogging to keep up. Cameron's a few steps behind. He keeps
| |
| − | bumping into people. Ferris and Sloane make the turn at
| |
| − | Wacker Driver and disappear into the Stone Container
| |
| − | Building. Cameron follows, mumbling again.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Money...tits...please...
| |
| − | | |
| − | 153 EXT. HOUSE. FRONT 153
| |
| − | | |
| − | A florist truck pulls up in front of the house. A DELIVERY
| |
| − | MAN gets out iwth a huge floral arrangement. He heads up to
| |
| − | the house.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 154 EXT. HOUSE. PORCH 154
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney's sitting on the porch patting a bloody knee with his
| |
| − | handkerchief. The delivery man hops up on the steps. Rooney
| |
| − | looks up at him. He greets Rooney cheerily.
| |
| − | | |
| − | DELIVERY MAN
| |
| − | Howdy!
| |
| − | | |
| − | He presses the doorbell. A beat and we hear Ferris'
| |
| − | recording.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS' VOICE
| |
| − | Who is it?
| |
| − | | |
| − | The Deliver Man presses the intercom.
| |
| − | | |
| − | DELIVERY MAN
| |
| − | Focus on Flowers. I have a delivery.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS' VOICE
| |
| − | I'm sorry but I can't come to the
| |
| − | door right now. I'm very ill and I'm
| |
| − | afraid...
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY FERRIS' VOICE
| |
| − | It's a recording, asshole. ...that in my weakened
| |
| − | condition, I could take a
| |
| − | DELIVERY MAN nasty spill and subject
| |
| − | What's your problem? myself to further school
| |
| − | absenses...
| |
| − | ROONEY (pause)
| |
| − | He's one of my students. You can reach my parents
| |
| − | at their places of
| |
| − | DELIVERY MAN business. Thank you for
| |
| − | Little bugger's dying. stopping by. I appreciate
| |
| − | your concern for my well-
| |
| − | ROONEY being. It will be
| |
| − | What? remembered long after
| |
| − | this illness has passed.
| |
| − | | |
| − | DELIVERY MAN
| |
| − | As I heard it from our mailman
| |
| − | he was supposedly born with only
| |
| − | half a kidney.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS' VOICE
| |
| − | Have a nice day.
| |
| − | | |
| − | DELIVERY MAN
| |
| − | (to the intercom)
| |
| − | Thank you.
| |
| − | (continues)
| |
| − | I don't know the details. But my
| |
| − | boss had to send to Milwaukee to
| |
| − | get more orchids. He's very
| |
| − | popular.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney is flabbergasted.
| |
| − | | |
| − | DELIVERY MAN
| |
| − | Nobody's home here?
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | No.
| |
| − | | |
| − | DELIVERY MAN
| |
| − | You gonna be around for awhile?
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | I imagine so.
| |
| − | | |
| − | DELIVERY MAN
| |
| − | You wanna keep an eye on these?
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney looks at the flowers. Then he looks at the Delivery
| |
| − | Man.
| |
| − | | |
| − | DELIVERY MAN
| |
| − | (happy sigh)
| |
| − | It really touches me that so many people
| |
| − | are rallying behind this guy. I guess
| |
| − | there's hope for the human race afterall.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He hands the arrangement to Rooney.
| |
| − | | |
| − | DELIVERY MAN
| |
| − | Gotta run.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He bounds off the porch and trots to the truck. Rooney looks
| |
| − | incredulously at the arrangement. He opens the attached
| |
| − | card.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | (defeated)
| |
| − | Oh, Christ...
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. CARD
| |
| − | | |
| − | It's signed:
| |
| − | | |
| − | ALL OUR BEST FOR A SPEEDY RECOVERY
| |
| − | THE ENGLISH DEPT. FACULTY AND STAFF
| |
| − | | |
| − | 155 INT. RADIO STATION STUDIO 155
| |
| − | | |
| − | The number one afternoon FM rock'n roll D.J. is sitting
| |
| − | behind his microphone.
| |
| − | | |
| − | D.J.
| |
| − | I don't know who that was or
| |
| − | what they were playing but I
| |
| − | apologize for it nonetheless.
| |
| − | (pause)
| |
| − | I have a guest with me today...
| |
| − | | |
| − | 156 INT. STUDIO. FERRIS 156
| |
| − | | |
| − | He put his headphones on.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 157 EXT. FERRIS' HOUSE 157
| |
| − | | |
| − | Jeanie's car pull in the driveway. We hear her car radio.
| |
| − | | |
| − | D.J.
| |
| − | His name is Ferris Mueller.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Bueller. Ferris Bueller.
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. CAR. JEANIE
| |
| − | | |
| − | She goes into shock. Her eyes blink, her head cocks.
| |
| − | | |
| − | D.J.
| |
| − | Sorry about that.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | It's cool.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Jeanie draws back and punches out her radio.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. CAR ANTENNA
| |
| − | | |
| − | The impact of her blow to the radio shoots the antenna in
| |
| − | the air.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 158 INT. STUDIO 158
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris leans forward and adjusts the microphone.
| |
| − | | |
| − | D.J.
| |
| − | He has an incredible story.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris turns to CAMERA.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | I'm going to tell a massive lie here.
| |
| − | It's going to by very thick and very
| |
| − | steamy. I think radio's a facinating
| |
| − | medium, it challenges the imagination.
| |
| − | Unlike television which provides the
| |
| − | images, radio...
| |
| − | (pause)
| |
| − | You know this. Anyway, it's always been
| |
| − | a dream of mine to be on the radio.
| |
| − | I have what I consider to be an excellent
| |
| − | broadcast voice. I practise it in the
| |
| − | bathroom all the time. I used to play
| |
| − | records and do introductions to them.
| |
| − | But I've never had the chance to sit
| |
| − | behind a microphone and try it out
| |
| − | for real. This is a 50,000 watt outlet.
| |
| − | I'm going out to several million people
| |
| − | so let me just say, I'm in a very pleasant
| |
| − | groove right now.
| |
| − | (clears his voice,
| |
| − | speaks into the
| |
| − | mike, affects a
| |
| − | "radio" voice)
| |
| − | Well, Steve, you and your listeners are
| |
| − | probably not going to believe this but...
| |
| − | | |
| − | 159 INT. SCHOOL 159
| |
| − | | |
| − | A group of kids are sitting around a blaster.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS' VOICE
| |
| − | ...I'm the first Chicago area youth
| |
| − | to be selected to participate in
| |
| − | a space shuttle mission.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 160 INT. STUDIO 160
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris turns from the mike to CAMERA.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | I was going to say I knew Springsteen's
| |
| − | home phone number and I was going
| |
| − | to give out the number of the New
| |
| − | Jersey State Police but I thought I
| |
| − | might get busted. After I got flunked
| |
| − | in driver's ed for sideswiping a mail
| |
| − | box, which was not in any way, shape
| |
| − | or from my fault. I was putting out a
| |
| − | cigarette, like I was told. It was weird.
| |
| − | I'm so used to getting in a car and
| |
| − | lighting up, because I'm not allowed to
| |
| − | smoke at home, that I got in the driver's
| |
| − | ed. car and spaced completely, pulled out
| |
| − | of the lot, lit up a 'boro and Mrs. Heller
| |
| − | looked at me like I'd just pulled a bunny
| |
| − | out of my nose or something and I realized
| |
| − | what the hell I was doing and I went to
| |
| − | put it out and hit the mail box. Anyway,
| |
| − | I was so pissed off at her reaction to
| |
| − | the whole thing that I considered running
| |
| − | an ad in a sleaze magazine for a school
| |
| − | teacher that does phone sex and I was gonna
| |
| − | use Mrs. Heller's home number but is cost
| |
| − | too much. I took it again and passed. But
| |
| − | I had to work at Burger King to get the
| |
| − | cash to pay for the driver's ed. car. The
| |
| − | car got fixed in auto shop for nothing and
| |
| − | I think Rooney pocketed the cash. But I
| |
| − | can't prove it? I'm in high school, remember?
| |
| − | | |
| − | He turns back to the DJ.
| |
| − | | |
| − | D.J.
| |
| − | How did you get picked for this.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | It's kind of a long story but I've
| |
| − | been doing alot of programming for
| |
| − | NASA.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 161 INT. SCHOOL. HALLWAY 161
| |
| − | | |
| − | A even larger group of kids is listening to the blaster.
| |
| − | They're cheering him on.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 162 EXT. FERRIS' HOUSE. BACKYARD 162
| |
| − | | |
| − | The Rottweiler is laying unconscious on the lawn. The flower
| |
| − | arrangement is scattered all over the yard and the ceramic
| |
| − | vase the flowers were in has obviously struck the dog. The
| |
| − | broken pieces are all around the dog's head.
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. FERRIS HOUSE. BACKYARD. ROONEY
| |
| − | | |
| − | He's smiling with great satisfaction.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
| |
| − | Sleep tight, pooch.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He hears something in the house. His head snaps around. He
| |
| − | drops down and peek in the windows.
| |
| − | | |
| − | HIS POV
| |
| − | | |
| − | A glimpse of a fleeting figure.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. ROONEY
| |
| − | | |
| − | His eyes dance in anticipation of revenge.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 163 INT. HOUSE. FERRIS' ROOM 163
| |
| − | | |
| − | Jeanie kicks the door open. The yardstick flings the covers
| |
| − | and the pillows beneath them in the air. She stomps in and
| |
| − | turns off the snoring synthesizer.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | I knew it!
| |
| − | | |
| − | She grabs the phone and sits down. She dials a number.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 164 EXT. HOUSE. FRONT 164
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney sneaks around the side of the house. He slinks up on
| |
| − | the porch. The front door's open. He peeks in.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 165 INT. FERRIS' ROOM 165
| |
| − | | |
| − | Jeanie's on the phone.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | Is Mrs. Bueller there? Where is she?
| |
| − | This is her daughter. Do you know where
| |
| − | she is? Do you know when she'll be back?
| |
| − | Do you know anything?
| |
| − | | |
| − | She slams the phone down.
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| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | The worm has luck like clams
| |
| − | have body odor...
| |
| − | | |
| − | She's startled by a noise downstairs. A smile spreads across
| |
| − | her face. He's back and she's going to nail him.
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| − | | |
| − | 166 INT. HOUSE. FOYER 166
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| − | | |
| − | Rooney sneaks into the house. He looks around the foyer and
| |
| − | heads into the kitchen.
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| − | | |
| − | 167 INT. HOUSE. UPSTAIRS HALLWAY 167
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| − | | |
| − | Jeanie tiptoes down the stairs.
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| − | | |
| − | 168 INT. HOUSE. KITCHEN 168
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| − | | |
| − | Rooney sneaks through the kitchen into the den.
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| − | | |
| − | 169 INT. HOUSE. FOYER 169
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| − | | |
| − | Jeanie comes down the stairs into the foyer.
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| − | | |
| − | 170 INT. HOUSE. KITCHEN 170
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| − | | |
| − | Rooney comes out of the den, back into the kitchen. He
| |
| − | crosses back toward the foyer.
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| − | | |
| − | 171 INT. FOYER 171
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| − | | |
| − | Jeanie sneaks into the kitchen.
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| − | | |
| − | 172 INT. KITCHEN 172
| |
| − | | |
| − | Jeanie and Rooney come face-to-face. Jeanie squeals in
| |
| − | horror. She doesn't recognize Rooney as himself but as an
| |
| − | intruder. She drops into a karate stance and kicks Rooney in
| |
| − | the face. He hits the deck. She flees back up the stairs.
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| − | | |
| − | 173 INT. CAR 173
| |
| − | | |
| − | Boyd is sitting in the backseat of Joyce's car listening to
| |
| − | the radio.
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| − | | |
| − | FERRIS' VOICE
| |
| − | My input on the Star Wars defense
| |
| − | plan was pretty substantial so I
| |
| − | guess this is their way of rewarding
| |
| − | me. I'm pretty flattered.
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| − | | |
| − | EXT. CAR
| |
| − | | |
| − | Joyce and her clients leave a show house and head toward the
| |
| − | car.
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| − | | |
| − | INT. CAR
| |
| − | | |
| − | Boyd looks out the window as his parents and Joyce appear.
| |
| − | | |
| − | D.J. VOICE
| |
| − | Can you stay around and take a few
| |
| − | phone calls?
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| − | | |
| − | FERRIS' VOICE
| |
| − | I'd really like to but I have a kidney
| |
| − | operation in about an hour.
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. CAR
| |
| − | | |
| − | Joyce and her clients take one last look at the house.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JOYCE
| |
| − | If you're willing to commit a
| |
| − | little time and a little money
| |
| − | to this place, you can really
| |
| − | have something to be proud of.
| |
| − | Don't let the black living room
| |
| − | throw you off.
| |
| − | | |
| − | She opens the car door.
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. CAR
| |
| − | | |
| − | The door opens.
| |
| − | | |
| − | D.J. VOICE
| |
| − | I wish you the best of luck.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS' VOICE
| |
| − | Thanks, Steve.
| |
| − | | |
| − | D.J. VOICE
| |
| − | A very interesting guy, Ferris Bueller.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Joyce gets in. The clients get in the other side. A song
| |
| − | starts.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JOYCE
| |
| − | (to the kid)
| |
| − | Well, Boyd, how are you bearing
| |
| − | up?
| |
| − | | |
| − | The kid stares at her.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JOYCE
| |
| − | Did I tell you I have a son
| |
| − | your age?
| |
| − | | |
| − | BOYD
| |
| − | Twice.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JOYCE
| |
| − | His name is Ferris. I think you'd
| |
| − | like him.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Boyd sits up in the seat at the mention of Ferris' name.
| |
| − | | |
| − | BOYD
| |
| − | Is he going up in the space shuttle
| |
| − | in September?
| |
| − | | |
| − | Joyce looks around at Boyd. She gives him a curious look.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JOYCE
| |
| − | Not that I know of.
| |
| − | | |
| − | BOYD
| |
| − | I knew he was bullshitting.
| |
| − | | |
| − | MOTHER
| |
| − | Watch your mouth.
| |
| − | | |
| − | BOYD
| |
| − | How do you watch your mouth?
| |
| − | | |
| − | JOYCE
| |
| − | Do you know my son?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FATHER
| |
| − | Don't pay any attention to him.
| |
| − | He thinks it's cute to bait adults.
| |
| − | | |
| − | BOYD
| |
| − | I don't think it's cute. I think
| |
| − | it's fun.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Joyce give him a puzzled smile and starts the car.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 174 INT. FERRIS' ROOM 174
| |
| − | | |
| − | Jeanie's on the phone. She's in a panic.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | This is not a phoeny phone call. There's
| |
| − | an intruder, male caucasian, possibly armed,
| |
| − | certainly weird, in our kitchen.
| |
| − | (pause)
| |
| − | My name is Bueller.
| |
| − | | |
| − | There's another pause. Jeanie's face drops.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | It's real nice that you hope my
| |
| − | brother's feeling better but I'm
| |
| − | in danger, okay? I'm very cute,
| |
| − | I'm very alone and I'm very
| |
| − | protective of my body. I'd rather
| |
| − | not have it violated or killed.
| |
| − | I need help!
| |
| − | | |
| − | 175 INT. KITCHEN 175
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney's plugging his bloody nose with paper towel. The
| |
| − | intercom goes on.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE'S VOICE
| |
| − | Excuse me. If whoever's in the house
| |
| − | is still in the house, I'd like you
| |
| − | to know that I have just called the police.
| |
| − | If you have any brains whatsoever, you'll
| |
| − | get your ass out of my house real quick.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney stiffens with fear.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE'S VOICE
| |
| − | I'd also like to add that I have
| |
| − | my father's gun. And a scorching
| |
| − | case of herpes.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 176 EXT. STREET 176
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney's car is hooked to a tow truck. It's parked in front
| |
| − | of a fire hydrant and the windshield is decorated with
| |
| − | parking citations. In the distance SIRENS WAIL.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 177 EXT. PARKING LOT 177
| |
| − | | |
| − | The three are waiting for the Ferrari. We HEAR TIRES
| |
| − | SQUEALING, AN ENGINE REVING-OUT. Then the Ferrari pulls down
| |
| − | the ramp and jams to a frightening stop. A BLACK GUY jumps
| |
| − | out. Ferris hands him the parking stub.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Just out of curiosity, what was
| |
| − | your top speed coming down the
| |
| − | ramp?
| |
| − | | |
| − | BLACK GUY
| |
| − | (matter-of-fact)
| |
| − | About 60.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Stunning!
| |
| − | | |
| − | He hands him a buck and opens the door and pulls the
| |
| − | passenger seat forward for Cameron.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | This is probably the last time you'll
| |
| − | have to ride back here. Keep that in
| |
| − | mind.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron gives him a look and squeezes in.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 178 EXT. DOWNTOWN STREET 178
| |
| − | | |
| − | The Ferrari cruises through traffic.
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. FERRARI
| |
| − | | |
| − | Sloane's in the passenger seat. Ferris is driving and
| |
| − | Cameron is crammed in the back.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | What's next.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Nothing. We return the car.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | We could go to my house. My parents
| |
| − | aren't coming home until late.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | We have enough cash left for a quick
| |
| − | flight to Peoria and back.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Very funny.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris looks in the mirror and changes lanes. He glances
| |
| − | down at the speedometer, then to the road. And back to the
| |
| − | speedometer.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Cameron? How many miles did you
| |
| − | say this thing had when we left?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | One hundred and twenty six and
| |
| − | halfway between three and four
| |
| − | tenths. Why? How many miles are
| |
| − | on it now?
| |
| − | | |
| − | He glances down at the speedometer.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. SPEEDOMETER
| |
| − | | |
| − | The odometer reads 432.7.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | (to CAMERA)
| |
| − | Here's where Cameron goes berserk.
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. TRAFFIC
| |
| − | | |
| − | The Ferrari pulls up at a stop light. We HEAR A THUNDERING,
| |
| − | MUFFLED SCREAM.
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. EXPRESSWAY
| |
| − | | |
| − | The Ferrari is buzzing through traffic.
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. FERRARI
| |
| − | | |
| − | Sloane turns in her seat and looks at Cameron. Her gesture
| |
| − | is one of genuine support.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | You okay?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. CAMERON
| |
| − | | |
| − | His eyes are frozen in a mindless, vacant stare.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. FERRIS
| |
| − | | |
| − | He looks at Sloane. He's concerned.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Hey, Cameron. It's okay. We'll fix
| |
| − | it.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. CAMERON
| |
| − | | |
| − | He's still holding the stare. He starts to breathe heavily.
| |
| − | He's trembling.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. SLOANE
| |
| − | | |
| − | She whips around in the seat and grabs his arms.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Cameron! Cut it out! What's
| |
| − | wrong?! Ferris!
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. FERRIS
| |
| − | | |
| − | He shoots Sloane a look.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Cameron, are you okay? It's
| |
| − | no problem, really. Your old
| |
| − | man won't know a thing. It's
| |
| − | completely fixable.
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. FERRARI
| |
| − | | |
| − | Sloane fires an angry look at Ferris.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Shut-up! It is a problem! For
| |
| − | him it's a problem. Nothing's
| |
| − | a problem for you. But it's
| |
| − | a problem for him! So, just
| |
| − | shut-up.
| |
| − | | |
| − | She turns back to Cameron.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | What can I do, Cameron?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. FERRIS
| |
| − | | |
| − | Eyes front. He knows what he's doing.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 179 INT. FERRIS' HOUSE. FOYER 179
| |
| − | | |
| − | The doorbell rings. The Ferris' tape is activated.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS VOICE
| |
| − | Who is it?
| |
| − | | |
| − | We hear a MALE VOICE over the intercom.
| |
| − | | |
| − | VOICE
| |
| − | Anybody home?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS' VOICE
| |
| − | I'm sorry that I can't come to
| |
| − | the door right now...
| |
| − | | |
| − | The tape continues as Jeanie hurtles down the stairs.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | I'm saved! Thank you, God!
| |
| − | Thank you, thank you, thank you!
| |
| − | | |
| − | She jumps the last few stairs and slides to the front door.
| |
| − | She whips it open.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 180 EXT. HOUSE. FRONT DOOR 180
| |
| − | | |
| − | The door swings open.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | Thank...you...
| |
| − | | |
| − | Her jaw goes slack. She blinks her eyes.
| |
| − | | |
| − | HER POV
| |
| − | | |
| − | The Delivery Man and a young ASSISTANT are standing at the
| |
| − | door with floral arrangements. Spread all around them are
| |
| − | more flowers. A sexy singing NURSE and a BALLOON MAN steps
| |
| − | up on the porch.
| |
| − | | |
| − | NURSE
| |
| − | (sings)
| |
| − | WE HOPE YOU'RE FEELING BETTER
| |
| − | WE HOPE YOU'RE FELLING FIT
| |
| − | WE...
| |
| − | | |
| − | The door slams shut.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 181 EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD STREET 181
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney's walking down the street. A school bus is crawling
| |
| − | alongside him as kids hang out the windows. From inside we
| |
| − | hear SHOUTING and seventeen different SONGS PLAYING ON
| |
| − | BLASTERS. A top forty montage.
| |
| − | | |
| − | KID
| |
| − | Hey, Mr. Rooney! What're you doing?
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney doesn't respond.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ANOTHER KID
| |
| − | Did you get in a fight?
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney keep walking. The bus doors open. The DRIVER calls
| |
| − | out to him.
| |
| − | | |
| − | DRIVER
| |
| − | You want a lift?
| |
| − | | |
| − | Rooney takes a few more steps. He stops. The bus stops.
| |
| − | Rooney takes a deep breath. He climbs aboard the bus.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 182 INT. BUS 182
| |
| − | | |
| − | The bus is jammed with WONKS and WEINERETTES. The passengers
| |
| − | are silent as they watch Rooney shuffle down the aisle and
| |
| − | take an empty seat next to a skinny, myopic GIRL.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. GIRL
| |
| − | | |
| − | She looks at Rooney and smiles. She pushes her Coke bottle
| |
| − | glasses up on her nose.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. ROONEY
| |
| − | | |
| − | He looks vacantly at her.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. GIRL
| |
| − | | |
| − | She holds her smile.
| |
| − | | |
| − | GIRL
| |
| − | I'll bet you never smelled a
| |
| − | real school bus before.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. ROONEY
| |
| − | | |
| − | He stares at her.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. GIRL
| |
| − | | |
| − | She holds up a candy package.
| |
| − | | |
| − | GIRL
| |
| − | Gummi Bear?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. ROONEY
| |
| − | | |
| − | He stares at her.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. GIRL
| |
| − | | |
| − | She puts one in her mouth.
| |
| − | | |
| − | GIRL
| |
| − | They've been in pocket. They're
| |
| − | real soft and warm.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. BOY
| |
| − | | |
| − | A rotund FRESHMAN BOY sitting across from Rooney is staring
| |
| − | at him.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. ROONEY
| |
| − | | |
| − | He looks across to the kid.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. BOY
| |
| − | | |
| − | He leans forward.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FRESHMAN BOY
| |
| − | It's kind of like being in the
| |
| − | belly of the beast isn't it?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. ROONEY
| |
| − | | |
| − | He turns him eyes to the front. The bus jerks forward and
| |
| − | pulls away.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 183 EXT. BUS 183
| |
| − | | |
| − | It grinds through the gears as it heads down the quiet
| |
| − | street. The BLASTERS go back on, the SHOUTING RESUMES.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 184 EXT. PARK 184
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron's laying on a picnic table. Sloane's sitting beside
| |
| − | him on the table. She's stroking his hair. Ferris WALKS INTO
| |
| − | THE FOREGROUND. He addresses CAMERA.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | This may very well be for real. I
| |
| − | think Cameron might have blown a
| |
| − | micro-chip or two. He's always been
| |
| − | a little keyed-up. All I wanted to do
| |
| − | was give him a good day. We're
| |
| − | gonna graduate in a couple of months.
| |
| − | Then we have the summer. He'll work
| |
| − | and I'll work. And we'll see each
| |
| − | other at night and on the weekends
| |
| − | but then he'll go to one school and I'll
| |
| − | go to another. And basically that'll
| |
| − | be it. As much as we like each other,
| |
| − | the process of growing up will
| |
| − | separate us.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He begins to walk. We follow him.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Sloane's a bigger problem. She still
| |
| − | has another year of high school. How
| |
| − | do I deal with that? I was serious when
| |
| − | I said I'd marry her. I would. This isn't
| |
| − | just teenage infatuation. That's what my
| |
| − | parents call it. What do they call what they
| |
| − | have? If that's love, I'll take infatuation.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. CAMERON
| |
| − | | |
| − | His eyes are closed. Sloane's stroking his hair.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS (VO)
| |
| − | Cameron's never been in love. At
| |
| − | least no one's ever been in love
| |
| − | with him. He's gonna marry the first
| |
| − | girl he lays. And she's gonna treat
| |
| − | him like shit because he's gonna
| |
| − | kiss her ass for giving him what he's
| |
| − | built-up in his mind as the end-all,
| |
| − | be-all of human existance. She won't
| |
| − | respect him because you can't respect
| |
| − | someone who kisses your ass. It just
| |
| − | doesn't work.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. SLOANE
| |
| − | | |
| − | She's studying Cameron's face. She looks away.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Ferris?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. FERRIS
| |
| − | | |
| − | He looks to the picnic table. Then back to CAMERA.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | I'm being tested here.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He starts back to the picnic table.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | My best friend has flipped-out.
| |
| − | Conventional wisdom would suggest
| |
| − | a visit to the nearest trauma
| |
| − | center. I wouldn't fault anybody
| |
| − | for doing that. My, personally,
| |
| − | I think this calls for something
| |
| − | new, something bold, something wet
| |
| − | and wild.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 185 CU. JACUZZI JET 185
| |
| − | | |
| − | UNDERWATER SHOT. A hyrdojet spews a gush of air bubbles.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. BLASTER
| |
| − | | |
| − | A finger pushes the PLAY button on the cassette. MUSIC COMES
| |
| − | UP.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. BEER CAN LID
| |
| − | | |
| − | The finger pops a beer.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. OREO PACKAGE
| |
| − | | |
| − | A painted fingernail pierces the cellophane wrapper.
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. JACUZZI
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris and Sloane are in Sloane's parents' Jacuzzi. Their
| |
| − | clothes are tosssed around the deck. Cameron's been placed
| |
| − | in a patio chair at the edge of the Jacuzzi. He's still
| |
| − | catatonic. He's mummbling softly. Ferris is drinking a beer.
| |
| − | Sloane's eating Oreos.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | You feeling any better, Cameron?
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | The water's really nice. I wish
| |
| − | you'd come in.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. CAMERON
| |
| − | | |
| − | Staring into space.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Surgery...fire...move...
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. SLOANE AND FERRIS
| |
| − | | |
| − | They look at each other. She offers him a cookie. He offers
| |
| − | her his beer.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Cameron? Do you think this because
| |
| − | of the car or is it a combination
| |
| − | of everything shitty in your life?
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| − | | |
| − | CU. CAMERON
| |
| − | | |
| − | He doesn't respond.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Music...kiss...attack...
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. SLOANE AND FERRIS
| |
| − | | |
| − | Sloane sips the beer.
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| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | You just can't deal with anymore
| |
| − | shit? The car took you into the
| |
| − | red zone? Time for a reality check?
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Cameron? I could flip real easy, too.
| |
| − | There's nothing wrong with it. At one
| |
| − | time or another, everybody goes to
| |
| − | the zoo.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Maybe he was actually sick. Maybe
| |
| − | he wasn't bullshitting himself.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. CAMERON
| |
| − | | |
| − | No response.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Gesundheit...God...mercy...
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. BACKYARD
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris and Sloane watch their catatonic friend.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. CAMERON
| |
| − | | |
| − | He smiles.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. SLOANE
| |
| − | | |
| − | She leans forward and stares at Cameron.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. FERRIS
| |
| − | | |
| − | He cocks his head, wondering what Cameron's up to.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. CAMERON
| |
| − | | |
| − | He keels over forward.
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. BACKYARD
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron falls out of the chair and splashes down,
| |
| − | face-first, into the water. Sloane screams. Ferris leaps for
| |
| − | him.
| |
| − | | |
| − | UNDERWATER
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris struggles with Cameron's lifeless bulk.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. SLOANE
| |
| − | | |
| − | She's screaming. Ferris thrashes around in the water.
| |
| − | | |
| − | UNDERWATER
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris grabs Cameron's collar and rips him out of the water.
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. BACKYARD
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris sits Cameron on the edge of the Jacuzzi.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | CAMERON!
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. CAMERON
| |
| − | | |
| − | His eyes are closed. He's lifeless.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. FERRIS
| |
| − | | |
| − | His face is a mask of terror. He shakes Cameron.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. SLOANE
| |
| − | | |
| − | She's screaming.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. CAMERON
| |
| − | | |
| − | A smile spreads across his face.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. FERRIS
| |
| − | | |
| − | He sees the smile. He stops shaking Cameron.
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. JACUZZI
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris and Cameron are looking at each other. Sloane's still
| |
| − | screaming. She realizes that Cameron's okay. She stops
| |
| − | screaming.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | What?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | (Cameron)
| |
| − | You asshole!
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron's smiling.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | What?
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris starts to laugh. Cameron explodes with laughter.
| |
| − | Sloane's bewildered.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | What's so funny?
| |
| − | | |
| − | 186 INT. POLICE STATION. WAITING ROOM 186
| |
| − | | |
| − | Jeanie's sitting on a wooden bench with a WASTED TEENAGE BOY
| |
| − | in a Triumph t-shirt, long hair, torn jeans, creepers, studs
| |
| − | and chains. He's studying her.
| |
| − | | |
| − | BOY
| |
| − | Drugs?
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | No, thank you. I'm straight.
| |
| − | | |
| − | BOY
| |
| − | I meant, are you here for drugs?
| |
| − | | |
| − | Jeanie stares at him.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | Why are you here?
| |
| − | | |
| − | BOY
| |
| − | Drugs.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | I don't know why I'm here.
| |
| − | | |
| − | BOY
| |
| − | Then why don't you go home?
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | Why don't you put your thumb
| |
| − | up your butt?
| |
| − | | |
| − | The boy stares at her.
| |
| − | | |
| − | BOY
| |
| − | You want to talk about your problem?
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | With you? Are you serious?
| |
| − | | |
| − | BOY
| |
| − | Yeah, I'm serious.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | Blow yourself.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Jeanie turns away. The boy crosses his legs. Jeanie looks
| |
| − | back at him.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | You really want to know what's wrong?
| |
| − | | |
| − | The boy shrugs.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | Alright. If you've got the time,
| |
| − | I've got the troubles. In a nutshell,
| |
| − | I hate my brother. How's that?
| |
| − | | |
| − | BOY
| |
| − | That's cool. Did you shoot him or
| |
| − | something?
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | No, not yet.
| |
| − | | |
| − | The boy nods. He understands the emotion.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | I went home to confirm that the
| |
| − | shithead was ditching school and
| |
| − | a guy broke into the house and I
| |
| − | called the cops and they picked me
| |
| − | up for making a phoney phone call.
| |
| − | | |
| − | BOY
| |
| − | What do you care if your brother
| |
| − | ditches school?
| |
| − | | |
| − | Jeanie stares at the boy.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | Why should he get to ditch school
| |
| − | when everybody else has to go?
| |
| − | | |
| − | BOY
| |
| − | You could ditch.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | I'd get caught.
| |
| − | | |
| − | BOY
| |
| − | So, you're pissed at him because
| |
| − | he ditches and doesn't get caught?
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | Basically.
| |
| − | | |
| − | The boy nods knowingly.
| |
| − | | |
| − | BOY
| |
| − | Then your problem is you.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | Excuse me?
| |
| − | | |
| − | BOY
| |
| − | Excuse you. You oughta spend a little
| |
| − | more time dealing with yourself and
| |
| − | a little less time worrying about
| |
| − | what your brother does. It's just
| |
| − | an opinion.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Jeanie stares angrily at him. Partly because he's so bold
| |
| − | and partly because he's so right.
| |
| − | | |
| − | BOY
| |
| − | There's somebody you should talk
| |
| − | to.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Jeanie stares at him threateningly.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | If you say Ferris Bueller, you lose
| |
| − | a testicle.
| |
| − | | |
| − | BOY
| |
| − | You know him?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. JEANIE'S HAND
| |
| − | | |
| − | It curls into a fist.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 187 CU. FERRARI TIRE 187
| |
| − | | |
| − | It's spinning rapidly.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CY. ACCELERATOR
| |
| − | | |
| − | A brick's resting on the accelerator, holding it down.
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. CAMERON'S GARAGE
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris, Cameron and Sloane are sitting in the garage. The
| |
| − | Ferrari is jacked up. The wheels are turning. The engine's
| |
| − | racing.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | The whole time I was just thinking
| |
| − | things over. I was like, meditating.
| |
| − | I was thinking about the future.
| |
| − | And I realized it doesn't make
| |
| − | and difference if the present
| |
| − | goes to shit.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | I have a agree with you there.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Really.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | I've been thinking all day that if
| |
| − | you could only have the use of one
| |
| − | word, what would it be?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Sloane is naked before your eyes and
| |
| − | you're thinking about words?
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | God bless you, Cameron.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Thank you, Sloane.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | If you guys only had one word, what
| |
| − | would it be?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | I can't believe you'd think up something
| |
| − | like with a naked girl in a jacuzzi
| |
| − | right in front of you.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Come on, Ferris, answer his question.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Bathroom.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | I'd say...
| |
| − | | |
| − | She thinks.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Cash.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | It's the only word you could
| |
| − | ever use.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Hello.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Love.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | And what is you loathe somebody?
| |
| − | Are you going to say "love" every
| |
| − | time you see them?
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | It's better than "hello".
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Hellos' generic.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | You wanna be generic?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | It's help.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron smiles at his wisdom. Ferris and Sloane think about
| |
| − | it. It's a good choice. Cameron gets up and walks to the
| |
| − | Ferrari.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | The word is help.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron peeks in the window.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. ODOMETER
| |
| − | | |
| − | Nothing's happening.
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. GARAGE
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron pulls his head out of the car.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Ferris? It's not working.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris looks up.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | The miles aren't coming off, running
| |
| − | it in reverse.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | I thought that might be a problem.
| |
| − | Let's crack open the odometer and
| |
| − | roll it back by hand.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron shakes his head.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | I got a better idea. It's cool.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He walks back around behind the Ferrari.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | Seventeen years and I've never
| |
| − | taken a stand. Now, I'm gonna
| |
| − | do it. I'm taking a stand against
| |
| − | my father, against my family,
| |
| − | against myself, against my past,
| |
| − | my present and my future. I will
| |
| − | not sit idly by as events that affect
| |
| − | me unfold to change the course of
| |
| − | my life. I will take a stand and I
| |
| − | will defend it. When my father comes
| |
| − | home tonight, he's finally going
| |
| − | to have to deal with me. Good or
| |
| − | bad, I'm taking a stand.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. FERRIS
| |
| − | | |
| − | He turns to CAMERA.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | This is a big U-2 fan.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. SLOANE
| |
| − | | |
| − | She smiles proudly at Cameron. She applauds him.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. CAMERON
| |
| − | | |
| − | He's serious and determined. He has made up his mind and it
| |
| − | appears that it won't be changed by anyone but himself.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. TIRES
| |
| − | | |
| − | It's spinning wildly.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. MERCEDES BUMPER
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron's foot rests on the bumper. A beat and it gives a
| |
| − | mighty shove.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. TIRE
| |
| − | | |
| − | The spinning tires slam down on the cement.
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. GARAGE
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron has kicked the Ferrari off the jack. It squeals out
| |
| − | of the garage in a cloud of blue tire smoke. A $50,000
| |
| − | unmanned investment heading backwards down a driveway.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. SLOANE AND FERRIS
| |
| − | | |
| − | They're in shock.
| |
| − | | |
| − | EXT. HOUSE
| |
| − | | |
| − | The Ferrari shoots down the driveway.
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. GARAGE
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron watches the car go. He's strangely placcid about the
| |
| − | impending disaster. Ferris and Sloane are bewildered.
| |
| − | | |
| − | THEIR POV
| |
| − | | |
| − | The Ferrari travels down the driveway, across the street,
| |
| − | over the curb into the wooded property opposite the house.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. TREE
| |
| − | | |
| − | The Ferrari's brief journey ends as it smacks a tree trunk.
| |
| − | | |
| − | INT. GARAGE
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris and Sloane exchange baffled looks. They look at
| |
| − | Cameron. He's proud and bold.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | What was that about?
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | This has to be a dream.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Cameron? One quick question.
| |
| − | Why'd you do that?
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron holds his proud posture for a beat. Then a look of
| |
| − | bewilderment comes over his face. He shoots a look to
| |
| − | Ferris. A puzzled look.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | You trashed the car.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron looks across the street.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | Why?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | I took a stand.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | No, Cameron. You wrecked a car.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron thinks for a moment. Then he regains his confidence.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | It's okay.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris looks across the street at the car.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | I have an idea. If you're interested.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Cameron looks at him. He shakes his head.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | I'm gonna handle it.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | I think this could work.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | No, thanks. I want to deal with
| |
| − | it by myself.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | What about your one word?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | You already did it. If I need it
| |
| − | again, I'll use it.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He smiles. He raises am impish eyebrow.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CAMERON
| |
| − | It's cool. I'm loose.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 188 INT. POLICE STATION. OFFICE 188
| |
| − | | |
| − | Joyce is talking with the juvenile officer. Outside the
| |
| − | office, on the bench, we see Jeanie and the boy making out.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JOYCE
| |
| − | She's never been in trouble before.
| |
| − | This is a shock to me. First, I
| |
| − | don't know why she wasn't at school.
| |
| − | Second, I don't know why she'd call
| |
| − | you with this story about a rapist.
| |
| − | | |
| − | OFFICER
| |
| − | For whatever reasons she did it,
| |
| − | I think she'd had a good scare.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JOYCE
| |
| − | I hope so. I appreciate your calling
| |
| − | me. I can assure you that her father
| |
| − | and I will have a long talk with her.
| |
| − | | |
| − | The gathers her purse and jacket and stands.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JOYCE
| |
| − | Thank you.
| |
| − | | |
| − | OFFICER
| |
| − | Oh, by the way, I hope you son's
| |
| − | feeling better.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Joyce looks at the officer curiously.
| |
| − | | |
| − | OFFICER
| |
| − | Tell him, all the guys at the
| |
| − | station here are pulling for
| |
| − | him.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 189 INT. POLICE STATION. WAITING ROOM 189
| |
| − | | |
| − | Jeanie quickly breaks the embrace with the boy as Joyce
| |
| − | steps out of the juvenile officer's room. She's still a
| |
| − | little bewildered that everybody knows Ferris was ill.
| |
| − | Jeanie wipes her lips and sits up straight. The boy adjusts
| |
| − | his pants to better hide his passion.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | (to the boy)
| |
| − | If you keep this to yourself, I
| |
| − | think we can probably get it on
| |
| − | pretty good.
| |
| − | | |
| − | BOY
| |
| − | For sure.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Jeanie stands up.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | Hi.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JOYCE
| |
| − | Don't "hi" me, young lady. Get
| |
| − | your stuff.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Jeanie reaches down for her purse.
| |
| − | | |
| − | BOY
| |
| − | What's your name?
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | Jean. What's yours?
| |
| − | | |
| − | BOY
| |
| − | Garth Volbeck.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 190 EXT. SLOANE'S BACKYARD 190
| |
| − | | |
| − | Sloane and Ferris are standing at the back fence.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | I had a great time today.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Yeah. It was pretty cool.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | You think Cameron's gonna be
| |
| − | alright?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Sure. He had to so it, I guess.
| |
| − | His old man had it coming. He'll
| |
| − | be okay. I'd be worried if he'd
| |
| − | taken my idea.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Sloane smiles knowingly.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | You didn't have an idea, did you?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Not a glimmer.
| |
| − | | |
| − | SLOANE
| |
| − | You're so smart.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | No. I'm just real loose.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He kisses her.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | I'll call you tonight.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Sloane nods. Ferris jumps the fence and takes off across the
| |
| − | backyards. Sloane watches him go. A huge smile spreads
| |
| − | across her face.
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| − | SLOANE
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| − | I LOVE YOU!
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| − | | |
| − | She backs away from the fence. MUSIC FADES UP.
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| − | SLOANE
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| − | He's gonna marry me. I know it.
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| − | | |
| − | She turns and runs into the house.
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| − | 191 EXT. BACKYARD 191
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| − | Ferris sprints across a backyard. He jumps a plaster elf.
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| − | 192 EXT. ANOTHER BACKYARD 192
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| − | | |
| − | Ferris vaults a fence. He runs directly for a swimming pool.
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| − | He's approaching it from the side. He leaps, hits the diving
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| − | board, springs off, does a flip and lands on the grass on
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| − | the other side of the pool.
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| − | 193 CU. BEDSPREAD 193
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| − | Neatly bundles stacks of bills and rolled coins. A
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| − | significant amount of cash.
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| − | CU. SLOANE
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| − | | |
| − | She's writing.
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| − | | |
| − | CU. PIECE OF PAPER
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| − | | |
| − | We see a portion of the typewritten letter as she signs it.
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| − | | |
| − | "...in the amount of $1,765.33. It
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| − | gives us great pleasure to assist
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| − | you in performance of your worthy
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| − | and much needed survives to those
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| − | so desperately in need.
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| − | | |
| − | Sincerely,
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| − | | |
| − | Sloane Peterson
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| − | Executive Director
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| − | The Ferris Bueller Foundation"
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| − | | |
| − | 194 EXT. FERRIS' STREET 194
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| − | | |
| − | He's running down the middle of the street. A car honks.
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| − | Ferris moves to the side. The car pulls around him.
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| − | | |
| − | INT. CAR.
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| − | | |
| − | Tom's at the wheel. He glances in the mirror. He does a
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| − | take.
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| − | | |
| − | HIS POV. MIRROR
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| − | | |
| − | We see Ferris cut across a front lawn and into a house.
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| − | | |
| − | CU. TOM
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| − | | |
| − | He realizes it couldn't be Ferris.
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| − | | |
| − | 195 INT. HOUSE 195
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| − | | |
| − | Ferris runs through the kitchen, past a WOMAN, fixing dinner
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| − | and out her backdoor. The Woman looks up curiously.
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| − | | |
| − | 196 EXT. FERRIS' HOUSE 196
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| − | | |
| − | Tom pulls in the driveway. He parks and gets out. Joyce
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| − | pulls in from the other direction.
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| − | 197 EXT. HOUSE. BACK PORCH 197
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| − | | |
| − | Ferris tries the door. It's locked. He reaches down and
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| − | lifts the doormat.
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| − | | |
| − | CU. PORCH
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| − | | |
| − | The outline of a key in the dirt under the mat. The key's
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| − | gone. The toe of a chewed-up dress shoe steps INTO FRAME. An
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| − | OMNIOUS CHORD IS STRUCK.
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| − | | |
| − | CU. FERRIS
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| − | | |
| − | He stares up in horror.
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| − | | |
| − | HIS POV
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| − | | |
| − | Rooney's looking down at him. He's holding the house key.
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| − | | |
| − | EXT. PORCH
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| − | | |
| − | Ferris stands up. He smiles.
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| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
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| − | Looking for this?
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| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
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| − | Yes.
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| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
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| − | I got you, Ferris. This time I finally
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| − | got you.
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| − | | |
| − | Ferris is caught. There's no way out. Rooney gloats
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| − | severely.
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| − | | |
| − | ROONEY
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| − | How does another year of high
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| − | school sit with you?
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| − | | |
| − | Suddenly, the backdoor opens. Jeanie looks out. She feigns
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| − | joy and relief. She rushes Ferris and hugs him.
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| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
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| − | Thank God, you're alright! We've
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| − | been worried sick!
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| − | | |
| − | CU. FERRIS
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| − | | |
| − | A moment of curiosity. Then it dawns on him what's
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| − | happening. He smiles.
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| − | | |
| − | CU. ROONEY
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| − | | |
| − | His eyes dart from Ferris to Jeanie to Ferris. His victory
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| − | is evaporating.
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| − | | |
| − | EXT. PORCH
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| − | | |
| − | Jeanie breaks the embrace.
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| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
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| − | (to Rooney)
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| − | Thank you for bringing him home,
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| − | Mr. Rooney.
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| − | (to Ferris)
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| − | You better get up in bed tight
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| − | now.
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| − | | |
| − | Ferris limps into the house.
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| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
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| − | Can you imagine someone as sick as
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| − | Ferris trying to walk home from the
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| − | hospital?
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| − | (shakes her head)
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| − | Kids!
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| − | | |
| − | CU. ROONEY
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| − | | |
| − | He's dumbfounded.
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| − | | |
| − | CU. JEANIE
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| − | | |
| − | She raises her hands and strikes a karate pose. A huge smile
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| − | passes over her face.
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| − | | |
| − | CU. ROONEY
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| − | | |
| − | A look of terror as he realizes that is was Jeanie who
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| − | kicked him and that Jeanie knows it was he who she kicked.
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| − | | |
| − | EXT. PORCH
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| − | | |
| − | Jeanie steps into the house.
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| − | | |
| − | 198 INT. HOUSE 198
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| − | | |
| − | The door closes on Rooney's defeated, lost, dejected,
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| − | bewildered face. Not only has he lost Ferris again, he has
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| − | Jeanie to deal with next year.
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| − | | |
| − | 199 EXT. YARD. CU. DOG 199
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| − | | |
| − | The click of the door wakes him up. His head pops up off the
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| − | grass.
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| − | | |
| − | CU. ROONEY
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| − | | |
| − | He senses new danger. We hear AN O.C. GROWL. Rooney squeezes
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| − | his eyes shut.
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| − | | |
| − | 200 INT. KITCHEN 200
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| − | | |
| − | Kimberly and Todd are sitting at the kitchen table watching
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| − | TV and eating cereal. They look up at Ferris as he comes in
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| − | from outside.
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| − | | |
| − | TODD
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| − | Ferris? Does my head look like
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| − | it's getting bigger?
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| − | | |
| − | Ferris leans against the counter as he tries to catch his
| |
| − | breath. He looks at his little brother.
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| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
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| − | No, but Kimberly's is.
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| − | | |
| − | He crosses to the refrigerator and opens it. Kimberly feels
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| − | her head.
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| − | | |
| − | KIMBERLY
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| − | (to Todd)
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| − | Is he serious?
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| − | | |
| − | TODD
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| − | I think so.
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| − | | |
| − | KIMBERLY
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| − | Oh, shit!
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| − | | |
| − | Ferris takes out a bottle of orange juice out of the
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| − | refrigerator and drinks straight from the bottle. Jeanie
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| − | comes in.
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| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
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| − | Thanks, Jeanie.
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| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
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| − | No problem.
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| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
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| − | By the way, I borrowed some cash
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| − | from you. I'll pay you back.
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| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
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| − | You don't have to.
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| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
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| − | I want to.
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| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
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| − | You don't have to. I've been ripping
| |
| − | off your wallet for years.
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| − | | |
| − | Ferris gives her a proud smile.
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| − | | |
| − | 201 EXT. HOUSE 201
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| − | | |
| − | Joyce and Tom head up to the kitchen.
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| − | | |
| − | 202 INT. KITCHEN 202
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris and Jeanie exit the kitchen as Joyce and Tom enter.
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| − | | |
| − | JOYCE
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| − | (to Todd and Kimberly)
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| − | Hi, guys.
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| − | | |
| − | KIMBERLY
| |
| − | Is my head swelling up?
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| − | | |
| − | 203 INT. HOUSE. FOYER 203
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| − | | |
| − | The foyer is jammed with floral arrangements, plants and
| |
| − | gifts. Ferris and Jeanie step gingerly through the flowers
| |
| − | and head upstairs.
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| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | I'm sorry I've been riding your
| |
| − | buns for so long.
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| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | It's completely cool.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JOYCE (OC)
| |
| − | Ferris!
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris continues up the stairs. He affects a sickly voice.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Upstairs, Mom!
| |
| − | | |
| − | 204 INT. SECOND FLOOR LANDING 204
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris and Jeanie stop.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | Do you know a guy named Garth
| |
| − | Volbeck?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Vaguely.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JEANIE
| |
| − | Is he cool?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | He's cool. But stay away from his
| |
| − | brother.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Ferris walks into the room, brushes the crumbs off his hands
| |
| − | and peels off his shirt. He climbs into bed. No sooner are
| |
| − | the covers over him than the bedroom door opens and Joyce
| |
| − | and Tom walk in. They walk over to the bed. Joyce sits down.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JOYCE
| |
| − | Honey?
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. FERRIS
| |
| − | | |
| − | The same deathly face he had in the morning. Tongue out,
| |
| − | eyes bulging.
| |
| − | | |
| − | TOM (OC)
| |
| − | Ferris? How do you feel?
| |
| − | | |
| − | He pulls in his tongue to speak.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | (deathly gasp)
| |
| − | 150% better, thank you.
| |
| − | | |
| − | 205 INT. BEDROOM 205
| |
| − | | |
| − | Tom and Joyce hover over him with deep concern.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | I'm much better, really. Please,
| |
| − | don't make me stay home again. I
| |
| − | want to go to school. I'm graduating
| |
| − | in June and I...
| |
| − | | |
| − | TOM
| |
| − | Ferris. You're sick. There's no point
| |
| − | pushing yourself and making it worse.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Maybe you're right, Dad.
| |
| − | | |
| − | TOM
| |
| − | I know I'm right.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Joyce leans over and kisses him forehead.
| |
| − | | |
| − | JOYCE
| |
| − | How did you get so sweet?
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | Years of practice.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Tom pats Ferris on the rump. He and Joyce exit.
| |
| − | | |
| − | CU. FERRIS
| |
| − | | |
| − | The hideous face. A beat and we HEAR THE BEDROOM DOOR CLOSE.
| |
| − | Ferris looks at CAMERA.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | (happy sigh)
| |
| − | Yeah, life is a carousel. A
| |
| − | great big crazy ball of pure
| |
| − | living, breathing joy and delight.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He rolls over on his back and puts his hands behind his
| |
| − | head.
| |
| − | | |
| − | FERRIS
| |
| − | You gotta get one.
| |
| − | | |
| − | He smiles.
| |
| − | | |
| − | MUSIC UP BIG
| |
| − | | |
| − | END TITLES
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| − | | |
| − | THE END
| |