*_AMERICAN BEAUTY _*__by Alan Ball FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY FADE IN: INT. JAIL CELL - DAY EXTREME CLOSE-UP on a DROP OF WATER, gathering at the tip OF a faucet, a FLASH OF LIGHT refracting through it just before it FALLS....... PULLING BACK slowly, we see ANOTHER DROP OF WATER gather and FALL... and then ANOTHER... into a METAL SINK BASIN filled with water, rippling in concentric circles with each DROP, which we HEAR in a steady rhythm: DRIP... DRIP... DRIP... RICKY (O.C.) (singing in time to the water dripping) I'M FIXING A HOLE... WHERE THE RAIN GETS IN.... REVERSE ANGLE on the face OF a YOUNG MAN with his hair cut short, military-style, watching the dripping water as if hypnotized. We ZOOM slowly toward him... This is RICKY FITTS. He's twenty, but his eyes are much older. Underneath his Zen-like tranquility lurks something wounded... and dangerous. He SINGS softly to himself: RICKY (cont'd) AND STOPS MY MIND FROM WANDERING... Through the bars OF his CELL we see RICKY is seated on the edge of a solitary cot in a JAIL CELL, staring intently at the metal sink on the wall across from him.. RICKY (cont'd) WHERE IT WILL GO... ON TELEVISION: INT. COURTROOM - DAY A sullen TEENAGE GIRL sits at a table in a COURTROOM, surrounded by lawyers. SUPERIMPOSED across the bottom of screen: TEENAGE GIRL ACCUSED OF HIRING FATHER'S KILLER. At the lower right corner is the JUSTICE TV logo. In the upper right corner: LIVE. This girl is JANE BURNHAM. Seventeen-years-old, with dark, intense eyes. She stares blankly at the table in front of her. D.A. (O.C.) Would you please tell the court how long you and the defendant have been friends? ANGELA (O.C.) Uh, we've known each other since like, fifth grade? But we didn't really become friends until this past year? Jane looks up, her eyes hostile, at: Seated on the witness stand is seventeen-year-old ANGELA HAYES. Strikingly beautiful, with perfect, even features, blonde hair, and a nubile young body, she's the archetypal American dream girl. She is being questioned by a DISTRICT ATTORNEY. D.A. During that time, did Jane ever say she disliked her father? INT. COURTROOM - CONTINUOUS We're now in the courtroom, where the JUSTICE TV CAMERAS focus on Angela as the D.A. questions her. ANGELA Yes. D.A. Exactly how did she say it? ANGELA (cont'd) Uh, she said she hated his guts, and wished he was dead. D.A. Did she tell you why? Angela hesitates, hot eager to answer this. Finally: ANGELA (cont'd) She said he was just too embarrassing to live, okay? ANGELA looks at JANE, who stares at her with absolute hatred. ANGELA (cont'd) She said both of her parents were totally embarrassing, but her dad was like, way beyond? And somebody had to take him out. But she said her mom was just pathetic and probably didn't deserve to like, die. Elsewhere IN the COURTROOM, a very well-put-together WOMAN OF forty stifles a SOB. This is Jane's mother, CAROLYN BURNHAM. BACK on the witness stand, ANGELA looks contrite. ANGELA (cont'd) I'm sorry, Mrs. Burnham, but she did. At her table, JANE buries her face IN her hands. ANGELA (cont'd) You did. You said it. INT. POLICE STATION - LOBBY - DAY A suburban POLICE station. PHONES RINGING, officers with clipboards, lowlifes being booked. The usual. The front door opens and COLONEL FRANK FITTS enters, carrying a MANILA ENVELOPE. He's fifty, quite handsome, his graying hair cut short, military-style. He still moves like the athlete he once was, but his eyes tell us he's not happy, and hasn't been for some time. As he approaches the front desk, the uniformed clerk behind it looks up at him impassively. COLONEL I need to speak to Detective Fleishman. INT. POLICE STATION - DETECTIVE'S OFFICE - MOMENTS LATER DETECTIVE FLEISHMAN, paunchy and constantly exhausted, opens the door to his office and motions Colonel Fitts inside. FLEISHMAN Colonel Pitts. How goes it? (off his look) Forgive me. That was a stupid question, after everything you've been through. He shows the COLONEL to a chair, then sits behind his desk. FLEISHMAN (cont'd) So what can I do for you? The COLONEL sighs, looking at the MANILA ENVELOPE He holds. COLONEL I found something. I think you should take a look at it. FLEISHMAN Okay. But the COLONEL just sits there, holding the envelope. COLONEL I don't want to do this. (fighting back tears) But I was taught a little thing called duty. Something I wasn't able to teach my own son... He breaks down. FLEISHMAN crosses to him and places his hand on his shoulder. The Colonel shrugs it off, violently. COLONEL (cont'd) No. Respectfully, FLEISHMAN steps back. the COLONEL pulls himself together and hands over the envelope, without looking up. Fleishman studies the envelope as he walks back to his desk, then opens it and takes out an unmarked HI-8 VIDEOCASSETTE. He looks at the Colonel quizzically. INT. JAIL CELL - DAY RICKY sits motionless, still focused on the DRIPPING water. RICKY (singing softly) I'M FILLING THE CRACKS THAT RAN THROUGH THE DOOR... ON TELEVISION: A rapid-fire MONTAGE OF VIDEO IMAGERY taken from recent news footage, intercut with CELEBRITIES and scantily-clad MODELS of both sexes, accompanied by HEADBANGER MUSIC. THE REAL DIRT logo spins quickly into place, with exaggerated SOUND EFFECTS. ON TELEVISION: INT. TABLOID news SHOW SET A telegenic ANCHORPERSON addresses us. SUPERIMPOSED at lower left is THE REAL DIRT logo. Behind the Anchorperson is an INSET GRAPHIC of Jane and Ricky. ANCHORPERSON (Australian accent) Lester Burnham. Brutally murdered in cold blood, allegedly the victim of a teenage psychopath hired by his own daughter, Jane. The case that has outraged America, has now become even more shocking. Tonight on The Real Dirt, we'll show you - for the first time anywhere - an astonishing videotape in which Jane and alleged killer Richard Fitts actually make their unholy pact. ON VIDEO: INT. FITTS HOUSE - RICKY'S BEDROOM - DAY JANE is leaning BACK IN bed, naked, smoking a joint. still SUPERIMPOSED at lower left is THE REAL DIRT logo, and Jane's breasts have been digitally BLURRED. JANE I need a father who's a role model, not some horny geek-boy who's gonna spray his shorts whenever I bring a girlfriend home from school. (snorts) Like he'd ever have a chance with her. What a lame-o. Somebody really should put him out of his misery. A beat. JANE plays with her hair, lost IN thought. RICKY (O.C.) Want me to kill him for you? JANE stares at the camera incredulously, then LAUGHS. JANE Yeah, would you? INT. COURT - DAY We're TRACKING slowly across the mesmerized faces of the jury as they watch the videotape. RICKY (O.C.) It'll cost you. JANE (O.C.) I've been baby-sitting since I was ten, I've got almost three thousand dollars. We see the tape as it plays on the VIDEO MONITOR SET UP IN the front of the courtroom. This time there is no THE REAL DIRT logo nor any digital blurring of Jane's nudity. ON THE MONITOR: JANE sits UP IN bed, smiling. JANE (cont'd) I was saving it for a boob job. ON THE MONITOR: JANE stands and shakes her breasts. In the courtroom, Jane's mother C...
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