[Scene starts with a close up of Jeffrey with a blond wig signing an autograph for a girl. As the music starts they both run back to the stage. Jeffrey grabs the mic just in time.] | ||||
Song : The Beach Bums -Jeffrey {Upholstery} |
Carburetors,
man. That's what life is all about. |
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[Split screen begins, left side is the left side of the screen and so on.] | ||||
Left Side |
Right Side |
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[The phantom setting up a dynamite bomb with a clock timer. Ticking can be heard.] | [The stage with the Beach Bums performing Upholstery in a rehearsal.] | |||
[The
Phantom
puts bomb in trunk of prop car and then runs away.] [Stagehands push car to side of stage] |
Song : The Beach Bums -Jeffrey |
That's what
life is all about. That's what life is all about. That's what life is all about. That's what it's all about. I was not myself last night, lost a fight My woody barely running. |
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Philbin : | [Offscreen.]
Come on, let's get it going over here. Come on, that's it. Get the car over there. All right, girls. Just a second, Linda. You've got a very nice body.... |
By a dude I should have beat, and on the street a blow like that is stunning I finally lost control, I tore my tuck and roll |
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Linda : | It's cold, this is just a rehearsal. | upholstery. | ||
Philbin : | You're not getting paid to be clothed, Linda. | Where my baby sits up close to me | ||
Linda : | Don't touch me, Philbin. | |||
Philbin : | You wanna get paid? | That's supposed to be.. | ||
Linda : | Ya I wanna get paid. | |||
Philbin : | Get back out
there. That's it, come on. |
What our life is all about. | ||
Upholstery. Where my baby sits up close to me. | ||||
Philbin : | Hey where do you think you're going? | Its supposed to be.. | ||
Harold : | Hey, I gotta get out of here. What sign are you? | what life is all about. | ||
Philbin : | Leo. So what? | |||
Harold : | You're okay. I gotta get out of here. | |||
Philbin : | Come with me. | |||
Harold : | I swear to God. | Of
all life's mysteries, The greatest one I've seen, |
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Philbin : | You see Swan sitting up there in that box? | |||
Harold : | Yeah, right. | Tell me what.... | ||
Philbin : | Well, he
doesn't show up every day, but right now he's thinking, why isn't Harold
in the car? Now if he comes down here, do you really want me to tell
him that it's not in the stars for you? to ride off the stage in this car? |
My short runs
better, when its clean. I was not myself last night I ran a light, without my |
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Harold : | No, Philbin, I just don't feel good, man. | Registration | ||
Philbin : | You're gonna feel a lot worse, Harold, if you don't do what I tell ya. | Where the cops
were bound to see And you know me, |
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Harold : | I've got this headache, and I hear this ticking going on, you know? | Already on probation. | ||
Philbin : | Ticking? I think something's loose up there. | |||
Harold : | No, there's something weird 'round here, you know? | I wound up on parole. | ||
Philbin : | Here, kid, take one of these. | I tore my tuck and roll upholstery. | ||
Harold : | D'you have any water I can take these with? | |||
Philbin : | Just take the
pills. Come on, get it down. You feeling better? |
Where my baby sits up close to me |
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Harold : | Ya, I feel.. I feel better, I feel better. | |||
Philbin : | Ok, now get
out there. Ok, now, come on, get this car out. Go, come on. Ok girls, I want big
smiles now. Look out at the audience. That's it, big smiles Sing the song, that's it. |
That's
supposed to be What life is all about. Uplholstery. Where my baby sits up close to me That's supposed to be What our life is all about. Uplholstery. |
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[The prop car
explodes. With much screaming and clamoring, the Juicy Fruits and girls run past the burning wreck.] |
[Switches to close up of Swan. Swan stares in disbelief at the wreckage then something catches his eye across the room, off screen.] |
Chapter 11 |