PLEASANTVILLE



                    A Fairytale by Gary Ross




     October 7, 1996




     "He was part of my dream of course 
     but then I was part of his dream too."

                      - Lewis Carroll "Through the looking glass"






     FADE IN:

     INT. HIGH SCHOOL AUDITORIUM. DAY.

     A college counselor stands at the Podium lecturing the high
     school seniors about their future.

                         COLLEGE COUNSELOR
               ... For those of you going on to college
               next year, the chance of finding a good
               job will actually decrease by the time
               you graduate. Entry level jobs will drop
               from thirty-one to twenty-six percent,
               and the median income for those jobs
               will go down as well ...

     There is some rustling in the audience.

                         COLLEGE COUNSELOR (CONT)
               Obviously, my friends, it's a
               competitive world and good grades are
               your only ticket through. By the year
               Two Thousand  ...

     INT. HIGH SCHOOL. HEALTH CLASS.

     A different teacher lectures a different class of students.

                         HEALTH TEACHER
               ... The chance of contracting HIV from a
               promiscuous lifestyle will climb to one
               in one hundred and fifty. The odds of
               dying in an auto accident are only one
               in twenty-five hundred.
                    (beat)
               Now this marks a drastic increase ...

     INT. HIGH SCHOOL. SCIENCE CLASS.

     Same angle. Different teacher.

                         SCIENCE TEACHER
               ... From just four years ago when ozone
               depletion was at ten percent of its
               current level. By the time you are
               twenty years old, average global
               temperature will have risen two and a
               half degrees. Even a shift of one
               degree can cause such catastrophic
               consequences as typhoons, floods,
               widespread drought and famine.

     REVERSE ANGLE. STUDENTS.

     They stare back in stunned silence. One of them, DAVID
     WAGNER, sits in the front row with a pencil in his mouth.
     Nobody moves ...

                         SCIENCE TEACHER
                    (chipper classroom tone)
               Okay. Who can tell me what famine is?

                                             CUT TO:

     1958.

     Birds are chirping. The sun is shining. All the hedges are
     neatly pruned and the lawns are perfectly manicured. A sweet
     stillness hangs over the SUBURBAN STREET, which is bathed in
     beautiful BLACK AND WHITE.

                         MAN'S VOICE (OS)
               Honey, I'm home.

     SUBURBAN HOME.

     GEORGE PARKER enters the front door and hangs his hat on the
     coatrack. He sets his briefcase down and moves into the foyer
     with a huge smile on his face. It's a frozen smile that
     doesn't seem to be affected by too much in particular--like a
     tour guide at Disneyland.

                         WOMAN'S VOICE (OS)
               Hello darling.

     WIDER.

     MRS. GEORGE PARKER (BETTY) enters, untying the back of her
     apron. She is a vision of '50s beauty with a thin figure and
     concrete hair. Betty crosses to her husband and hands him a
     fresh martini. She kisses him on the cheek.

                         BETTY
               How was your day?

                         GEORGE
               Oh, swell. You know, Mr. Connel said
               that if things keep going the way they
               are, I might be seeing that promotion
               sooner than I thought.

                         BETTY
               Oh darling that's wonderful!
                    (an adoring gaze)
               I always knew you could do it.

     WAGNER LIVING ROOM. NIGHT.

     1996 -- (LIVING COLOR)

     DAVID WAGNER sits on his couch watching this entire action on
     a sleek new Sony T.V. He stares riveted at the set with a big
     smile on his face. David wears black shoes, black pants,
     black t-shirt and a black baseball cap, not a nerd exactly
     ... He reaches next to him into a huge bag of Doritos, never
     taking his eyes off the show.

                         GEORGE (OS)
                    (on T.V.)
               Hey, Pumpkin! What's that smell?
                    (sniffing)
               Is that your meat loaf?

                         DAVID
                    (by rote)
               "It might be ..."

                         BETTY (OS)
                    (shy smile)
               It might be.

     He leans over and kisses her--again on the cheek.

                         GEORGE (OS)
               Oh Pumpkin! You sure know the way to
               this man's heart.

     There is a loud and inappropriate LAUGH TRACK. David smiles
     wider and is just about to reach for more corn chips, when
     his real MOTHER'S VOICE rings out from the other room.

                         DAVID'S MOM (OS)
               ... Bullshit Barry, that wasn't the
               deal

     INT. KITCHEN.

     David's mom paces the room with the phone in her hand.
     Between the plastic surgery and the make-up it's hard to fix
     her age.

                         DAVID'S MOM
               No--you have custody the first weekend
               of every month and this is the first
               weekend ...
                    (pause)
               I don't care if yesterday was the
               thirtieth, this is still the first
               weekend.

     INT. LIVING ROOM.

     Her words drift in from the kitchen while David stares at the
     show.

                         DAVID'S MOM (OS)
               No I can't bail you out, I'm supposed to
               go to La Costa ...
                    (beat)
               Well if I want to get a mud bath, that's
               really my business, isn't it?

     He reaches out and TURNS UP THE SOUND. PLEASANTVILLE plays at
     an unnaturally high volume.

                         GEORGE
                    (on T.V.)
               Hey. Where are those kids?

                         DAVID
                    (reciting--a little louder)
               "Right behind you father."

                         BUD AND MARY SUE TOGETHER
                    (on T.V.)
               Right behind you father.

     RESUME T.V. (BLACK AND WHITE)

     The Parkers' son and daughter (BUD AND MARY SUE) enter the
     foyer together. Mary Sue wears her hair in a pony tail. Bud
     has on a Letterman's sweater.

                         MARYSUE
               Mother ... Father ... Bud has a little
               surprise for you.

                         BETTY
               What's that Bud?

     Bud hesitates for a moment, then folds up a shiny blue
     ribbon.

                         BUD
               First prize at the science fair. There
               were lots of swell projects--guess mine
               was just the "swellest".

                         BETTY
               Darling that's wonderful. Except there's
               no such word as "swellest".

                         BUD
               Well gee whizz, Mom. lt wasn't the
               "English" fair.

     There is another jarring LAUGH TRACK.

     CLOSE UP. DAVID.

     He smiles right along with it. David stares transfixed at the
     set despite the continuing conversation in the other room.

                         DAVID'S MOM (OS)
               Well sure they can stay by themselves,
               Barry, but that's not the point. You
               said you'd take them.
                    (beat)
               Well fine--they'll stay by themselves
               then.

                         DAVID
                    (quietly)
               What's a mother to do?

                         BETTY(OS)
                    (on T.V.)
               Oh--what's a mother to do?

     CLOSE UP. DAVID.

     He grabs another handful of Doritos staring at the T.V ...

                                             CUT TO:

     EXT. HIGH SCHOOL. (SERIES OF SHOTS) DAY.

     A cacophony of modem life. Beepers and nose rings--blue hair
     and tattoos. Dissonant boom boxes compete with one another.
     The hormones are running crazy.

     SCHOOL COURTYARD.

     lt is a large open area, alive at lunchtime. Groups of kids
     hang out together, divided by their various cliques. The
     music pounds in the background.

     CLOSE UP. DAVID.

     He stands at one end of the courtyard beside a chain link
     fence. Beads of sweat form on David's forehead as he speaks
     to someone in front of him.

                         DAVID
               Hi. I mean ...
                    (pause)
               ... Hi.

     REVERSE ANGLE.

     A very pretty blonde girl smiles back at him. It's a warm,
     welcoming smile.

     CLOSE UP. DAVID.

                         DAVID
               Look. You probably don't think I should
               be asking you this. I mean--not knowing
               you well and all ...

     REVERSE ANGLE. GIRL.

     She smiles wider at him, inviting him to continue.

     CLOSE UP. DAVID.

                         DAVID
                    (pause ...)
               I mean I know you--everybody knows you
               ... I just don't know you ...
               technically.

     REVERSE ANGLE. GIRL.

     She nods at him ...

     CLOSE UP. DAVID.

                         DAVID
               Well--I was just wondering--'cause I see
               you all the time in Algebra and I heard
               you humming that Van Halen song and I
               really like that song too ...
                    (pause)
               Anyhow, I don't know what you're doing
               this weekend but my Mom's leaving town
               and she said I could use her car so ...

     REVERSE ANGLE. GIRL.

     She positively beams. The girl flicks her blonde hair and
     stares back at him adoringly.

     CLOSE UP. DAVID.

     Instead of smiling back, David just stares, then looks at the
     ground.

     WIDE ANGLE. SCHOOLYARD.

     For the first time WE SEE THAT SHE WASN'T TALKING TO HIM.
     David stands a good hundred yards across the schoolyard,
     rehearsing this speech while the young woman stands face to
     face with a much cooler boy. He has a cell phone and a very
     hip haircut.

     ANGLE. DAVID.

     David watches as the girl throws her arm around the boy's
     waist and heads out of the playground ...

                                             CUT TO:

     EXT. "LUNCHEON COURT". DAY.

     David and his friends are all gathered around the plastic
     picnic tables and vending machines that form the luncheon
     court. The chess club meets at one end and there are some
     teachers at the other. All the cool kids are on the other
     side of the fence but David and his friends eat lunch at the
     same table every day.

                         HOWARD
               Okay, whose window did Bud break when he
               was playing with his father's golf
               clubs?

                         DAVID
               Easy. Mr. Jenkins. What JOB did Mr.
               Jenkins have?

     Howard looks at him, puzzled.

                         DAVID (CONT)
               Salesman. What did Bud and Mary Sue name
               the cat they found in the gutter?

                         HOWARD
               Scout?

                         DAVID
               Marmalade.

     They all nod--and murmur with admiration.

                         DAVID (CONT)
               Okay--here's one: Why did their parents
               come home early from their weekend at
               the lake?

     Everybody thinks.

     Nobody knows.

                         DAVID (CONT)
               'Cause Bud didn't answer the phone and
               they were worried about him.

     It's quiet for a beat.

                         HOWARD
               You're unbelievable. You'll win this
               thing for sure. When is it on?

                         DAVID
               Marathon starts at 6:30. Contest's
               tomorrow at noon.

                         HOWARD
                    (weighing it)
               A thousand dollars ... And it's on all
               night?

                         DAVID
               Of course it is Howard. That's why they
               call it a Marathon.

                                             CUT TO:

     THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FENCE.

     David's sister, Jennifer, hangs out with her friends in the
     parking lot. All the girls are dressed in the exact same
     uniform: Blue jeans, beeper on the belt, white V-neck T
     shirt, car keys in their hand. (Even the girls WITHOUT a car
     hold car keys in their hand). Jennifer is by far the
     prettiest and, thus, is the leader of the group. They all
     look toward the Luncheon Court where David and his friends
     are hanging out.

                         KIMMY
               Omigod, it's so mortifying, being
               related to him. I can't believe you're
               like--

                         JENNIFER
               Only on my parent's side.

                         KIMMY
               I know, but you're like ... twins and
               stuff.
                    (beat)
               You must be from like, the cool side of
               the uterus.

     A group of VERY HIP boys strut through the parking lot. They
     bop up and down with the self-confidence of all cool sixteen
     year olds. The girls freeze when they see them.

                         KIMMY (CONT)
               Omigod, omigod--here they come.

                         CHRISTIN
               Don't do anything. Just don't like--do
               anything ...

                         JENNIFER
                    (cooly)
               Hi Mark.

     DIFFERENT ANGLE.

     He pauses then looks over at her. Jennifer slides sinuously
     off the fender of the car, flicking her hair like a young
     racehorse. She has a perfect 16 year old body and the whole
     parking lot knows it. Mark heads over to her, followed by his
     lackies. The two groups meet at the tail-gate of the Nissan
     Pathfinder like a small summit conference.

                         MARK
                    (to Jennifer)
               Hey.

                         JENNIFER
                    (right back)
               Hey.

     Beat ...

                         MARK'S LACKEYS
                    (to Jennifer's lackies)
               Hey.

                         JENNIFER'S LACKEYS
                    (back to them)
               Hey.          

                         MARK
               Saw you at the mall yesterday.

                         JENNIFER
               Yeah ... Saw you too.

     Everyone nods for a moment or two. No one says anything.

                         JENNIFER (CONT)
               So you watching Pearl Jam on MTV
               tonight?

                         MARK
               Yeah.
                    (beat)

     Jennifer pauses, weighing the next statement.

                         JENNIFER
               My mom'll be out of town.

     Kimmy and Christin positively GASP while Mark's Lackeys
     mumble and glance around. The import of the thing isn't lost
     on anybody. Mark bobs up and down a little faster.

                         MARK
               So uh ... Maybe we could uh ...

                         JENNIFER
                    (smiling)
               Cool.

                         MARK
                    (nodding faster)
               Cool.

                         VARIOUS LACKEYS
               Cool.

     Everybody bobs and shuffles for ä beat, when Mark nods,
     summoning his flock.

                                             CUT TO:

     EXT. WAGNER HOUSE. DUSK.

     lt is a south-westem version of "Leave it to Beaver." The
     uniformity of Suburbia has been washed in earth tones. There
     is a red tile roof gracing every home. All the houses have
     the same anemic palm tree. It's a urban planner's version of
     hell.

                         JENNIFER (VO)
               ... I know, I know--He's just like so
               FINE ... I'm still like: "Omigod."

     INT. WAGNER HOME.

     lt is just as sleek and impersonal as before. Maybe more so
     at night. Jennifer crosses through the living room with the
     cordless phone attached to her ear.

                         JENNIFER
               It was amazing, Daph ... I'm like:
               "Well my Mom'll be out of town." And
               he's like "Well then, maybe we could--
               you know ..." And I'm like "Yeah, sure."
               And he's like "Well, cool."
                    (beat)
               I know, he's just so smart.
                    (pause ...)
               I don't know. Maybe that black thing I
               just got.
                    (pause ...)
               It is not slutty, Daph, it's cute.
                    (pause ... )
               Well, "hello?" He's not coming  over
               here to study ...
                    (beat)
               I know. Well I'm jealous of you too
               sometimes.

     INT. DAVID'S BEDROOM.

     lt is studious and academic--not joyless, but not colorful
     either. David stands at his bedroom window, staring outside
     with a cordless phone in his hand.

                         DAVID
               ... He's not homeless Howard, they just
               don't say where he lives.
                    (pause ...)
               Well it's a silly question.
                    (pause ...)
               Because nobody's homeless in
               Pleasantville.

     REVERSE ANGLE. HIS POV.

     His mother loads the final Louis Vuitton bag into her
     Mercedes.

                         DAVID
               ... because that's just not what it's
               like.

     She fires up the car and pulls out of the driveway...

                         DAVID (CONT)
               Listen Howard--it's almost six-thirty.
               I gotta go.

     INT. WAGNER LIVING ROOM.

     The huge black TV sits like a monolith in the middle of the
     room. All at once David comes bounding down the stairs making
     a B-Iine for the couch. Jennifer enters just as quickly from
     the other direction, fiddling with her clothes.

     DIFFERENT ANGLE.

     They hit the coffee table and reach for the remote control at
     exactly the same moment. Both of them freeze then look up at
     each other in shock.

                         JENNIFER
                    (stunned)
               What are you doing?

                         DAVID
               What are you doing?

     Neither one moves. They clutch the remote together.

                         JENNIFER
               David, cut it out. Mark Davis is gonna
               like be here in five minutes.

                         DAVID
               Well great. The Pleasantville Marathon
               starts at six thirty.

                         JENNIFER
               Pleasantville Marathon?

                         DAVID
                    (almost reverently)
               Yeah. Every episode ever.

                         JENNIFER
                    (getting hysterical)
               Omigod, I don't be-lieeeeve this! He's
               gonna like beeeee here!

                         DAVID
               Weil great. You can watch TV upstairs.

                         JENNIFER
               Upstairs! Up-staiiirs! There isn't any
               STEREO!

     Jennifer gets panicked and yanks at the remote. David yanks
     back and before they know it, the remote goes flying out of
     their hands, CRASHING onto the hardwood floor. lt smashes
     into a million tiny pieces.

                         DAVID
                    (breathless)
               Oh my God ...
                    (sinking to his knees/
                    scooping up the remains)
               Oh my God ...

                         JENNIFER
               David, stop stressing, you can like--
               turn it on normally ...

                         DAVID
               No you can't, Jen! It's a new TV. It
               doesn't work without a remote.

     David cradles the pieces like a fallen comrade, when the
     DOORBELL RINGS behind him.

                         JENNIFER
               Oh my God! He's here!

     Jennifer sweeps some of the pieces frantically under the sofa
     and tries to adjust her outfit on the way to the door. David
     just stares in shock at the shattered plastic. Jennifer
     reaches the front door and wets her lips. She fluffs her hair
     quickly, sticks out her chest then swings it open.

     DIFFERENT ANGLE. FRONT DOOR.

     Jennifer steps forward with her sexiest smile, but it isn't
     Mark Davis on the other side. DICK VAN DYKE STANDS ACROSS THE
     THRESHOLD IN A TV REPAIRMAN'S OUTFIT. Jennifer looks at him
     puzzled. He steps forward, flashing her a chipper grin,
     toolbox in hand.

                         DICK VAN DYKE
               TV repair.

                         JENNIFER
                    (beat)
               TV repair?

                         DICK VAN DYKE
               Yeah. TV busted?

                         JENNIFER
                    (pause ...)
               Yeah ...

                         DICK VAN DYKE
                    (smiling wider)
               Well here I am.

     REVERSE ANGLE. DAVID'S POV.

     He glances out the front door toward a weird VAN parked at
     the curb. It says TV REPAIR on the side but looks like
     something from a medicine show. The antenna on top resembles
     a weather vane and the mural beneath it depicts a happy
     family from the 1950s, gathered around their TV set. Everyone
     wears a smile, including the dog. The hand-painted motto
     reads "Rob's TV Repair--WE'LL FIX YOU FOR GOOD."

     INT. LIVING ROOM.

     David looks back at Dick Van Dyke who smiles at him, then
     crosses to the living room STEPPING NIMBLY AROUND THE
     OTTOMAN. He heads toward the TV.

                         DICK VAN DYKE
                    (seeing the smashed remote)
               Holy cow. Look at that. Had a little
               disaster didn't ya fella.

                         DAVID
               Yeah ... Sort of ...

                         DICK VAN DYKE
                    (setting down the toolbox)
               We'll get you fixed up in no time.

     He pops the top of the tool box while Jennifer and David just
     stare. It's a strange looking box with the same happy family
     painted on the side. Dick Van Dyke pulls out another remote.

                         DICK VAN DYKE (CONT)
               I know how I'd feel if mine went out.
               Almost like losing a friend.

                         DAVID
                    (tentatively)
               You know, we didn't call any TV repair.

                         DICK VAN DYKE
               Well that makes it a lucky day for both
               of us, hunh?

     Jennifer shuts the door and crosses down toward the living
     room.

                         JENNIFER
               You think you could do this like soon?
               It's almost six thirty.

                         DICK VAN DYKE
               What's the rush?

                         DAVID
                    (cutting her off)
               The Pleasantville Marathon starts at six
               thirty.

     At that moment there is a huge FORK OF LIGHTNING and a
     booming CLAP OF THUNDER. It literally rattles the walls of
     the house as Dick Van Dyke turns toward David.

                         DICK VAN DYKE
               Pleasantville?

     David recoils slightly. Dick Van Dyke flashes him a smile.

                         DICK VAN DYKE (CONT)
               Gosh, I loved that show. Watched it for
               years.

                         JENNIFER
               That's not the reason. I've got a date
               at six thirty.

                         DICK VAN DYKE
                    (ignoring her/
                    leaning closer to David)
               Hey--who did Muff in take to the
               masquerade ball when her date came down
               with the measles?

                         DAVID
                    (stunned)
               ... Her father.

                         DICK VAN DYKE
               Right. And how did she dress him?

                         DAVID
                    (still staring)
               ... Like Prince Charming.

                         DICK VAN DYKE
                    (studying David/
                    nodding)
               Nice ... Nice ...

                         JENNIFER
               Um--hello? I've got like a social
               emergency here.

                         DICK VAN DYKE
                    (ignoring her)
               Remember the one where Bud lost his
               cousin when he was s'posed to be
               watching him?

                         DAVID
               Yeah ...

                         DICK VAN DYKE
               What department store did they go to?

                         DAVID
               McIntire's.

                         DICK VAN DYKE
               McGinty's.

                         DAVID
               No. McIntire's. Remember:
                    (sings)
               "For the very best in men's attire,
               Head right down to McIntire's."

                         DICK VAN DYKE
                    (stunned)
               That's right.

     He stares at David, speechless, for a moment, then smiles
     fondly and reaches beside him for his tool kit.

                         DICK VAN DYKE (CONT)
               Say--why don't you take this remote
               instead. It's got a little more "Ooomph"
               in it.

                         DAVID
               Ooomph?

                         DICK VAN DYKE
               Sure. Big beautiful set like this--you
               want something that'll put you right in
               the show.

                         JENNIFER
                    (quickly)
               We'll take it.

     CLOSER.

     He flashes them a big smile and holds out a weird looking
     contraption that seems more primitive than space age. It's a
     strange combination of an early transistor radio and Flash
     Gordon ray gun. Dick Van Dyke extends it with pride, while
     Jennifer and David stare at him warily ...

                         DAVID
                    (beat)
               How much does it cost?

                         DICK VAN DYKE
               Oh--couldn't charge you for something
               like that. It's free.

                         JENNIFER
               Free?

                         DICK VAN DYKE
               Oh sure. Big fan like yourself. It's the
               least I could do.

     There is a SECOND CLAP OF THUNDER even louder than the first.
     The house rattles for a moment then is quiet.

                         DICK VAN DYKE (CONT)
               Well, I better get going. Your show's
               almost on, and ...
                    (smiling at Jennifer)
               It's almost time for your date.

     He places the remote control gingerly on the coffee table and
     smiles at them. Dick starts across the living room when he
     suddenly catches his foot on the leg of the ottoman and
     tumbles end over end. He rolls on the carpet, executes a
     perfect somersault and comes right back to a standing
     position. David and Jennifer stare at him stunned when he
     looks back at them and smiles.

                         DICK VAN DYKE (CONT)
                    (grinning)
               Take care now.

     There is another flash of lightning as he reaches for the
     doorknob. David and Jennifer look at one another while the
     front door shuts with a THUD. It's quiet for a second or two
     before there is another CLAP OF THUNDER. David cocks his
     head.

     DIFFERENT ANGLE.

     David glances down at the strange contraption sitting on the
     coffee table. It looks a little scary. Slowly, very slowy, he
     reaches down and touches it. Nothing seems to happen so he
     picks it up.

     CLOSER.

     David points the remote toward the TV set with an
     apprehensive look on his face. He winces a little, then
     pushes one of the buttons.

     DIFFERENT ANGLE.

     The TV set turns on. Oprah's face fills the screen as an
     angry housewife screams at a transvestite!

                         DAVID
               Hunh.

     It ail seems normal as he pushes another button. This time
     the channel changes.

                         DAVID (CONT)
                    (relaxing)
               Great.

     He continues to press the button, flipping through the
     channels. Jennifer sees that everything is fine and reaches
     for the remote.

                         JENNIFER
               Lemme see that.

                         DAVID
               No way.

     He continues to flip through the channels, coming to rest on
     the Pleasantville Marathon.

     BUD'S VOICE fills the room.

                         BUD (OS)
                    (on TV)
               Gee whizz, Mary Sue--why can't I borrow
               your transistor radio?

                         MARY SUE (OS)
                    (on TV)
               I promised Betty Jane she could use it
               over the weekend.

     FULL SHOT. TV SET. "PLEASANTVILLE" (BLACK AND WHITE)

     Bud and Mary Sue clutch either end of a small transistor
     radio. They seem to be in the EXACT SAME POSITION as David
     and Jennifer, who are struggling over the remote control.

     ANGLE. DAVID AND JENNIFER.

     She tugs the remote while David yanks in the other direction.

                         JENNIFER
               Do you mind. This is like the most
               important moment of my whole life.

                         DAVID
               Forget it Jen, I've waited a year for
               this.

                         BUD (OS)
                    (on TV)
               "But I told Mr. Miller I'd bring a
               transistor in to electric shop."

                         MARY SUE (OS)
                    (on TV)
               "And I told Betty Jean she could have it
               for the picnic with Roy."

                         JENNIFER
                    (yanking at it)
               God, David. Just give it to me!

                         DAVID
                    (yanking it back)
               Get lost!

                         JENNIFER
               YOU get lost!

     WIDER. LIVING ROOM.

     She tugs at the remote trying to wrestle it out of his hands.
     David pulls in the opposite direction as they POINT IT
     DIRECTLY TOWARD THE TV.

     DIFFERENT ANGLE. SPECIAL EFFECT.

     A huge white light emanates from the contraption, like their
     own atomic blast wave. The entire room is filled with a
     BLINDING AURA for a second or two, before it actually gets
     sucked into the TV.

     WIDE ANGLE. LIVING ROOM.

     It is suddenly empty--illuminated only by the soft glow of
     the picture tube. David and Jennifer are nowhere in sight.

     INT. PARKER LIVING ROOM. (PLEASANTVILLE) DAY.

     David and Jennifer are standing in the middle of the 1950's
     living room, dressed in Bud and Mary Sue's clothing. They
     still clutch the remote control in the exact same position
     that was occupied by their fictional counterparts. David and
     Jennifer glance at one another, then look horrified around
     the room. THE WORLD HAS TURNED TO BLACK AND WHITE...

                         DAVID
                    (a whisper)
               Oh my God.

                         JENNIFER
               What happened?

                         DAVID
               I'm not sure.

     WIDER

     George Parker (Bud and Mary Sue's father) enters from the
     landing whistling a happy tune. He's dressed in a gray suit
     with a gray shirt, and a dark gray tie with little gray dots.

                         GEORGE
                    (as if to his own children)
               Hi Sport, hi Muffin ... Better get a
               move on, you're gonna be late for school.

     He continues to cross through the living room whistling into
     the kitchen ...

                         JENNIFER
                    (desperately)
               What did you do?

                         DAVID
               I don't know.

                         JENNIFER
                    (examining her black and white skin)
               Uchh! Look at me?! I'm like so ... pasty!

     He glances down at the remote control that sits lifeless in
     his hand. David frantically presses the buttons but nothing
     happens. All at once, there is a voice behind them.

                         VOICE (OS)
               Psst! Over here.

     DIFFERENT ANGLE.

     They whirl around to see DICK VAN DYKE'S FACE smiling at them
     from the TV set in the comer. It's an old '50s set with a big
     round picture tube. They run over to him as he smiles. His
     face is the only color in the room.

                         DICK VAN DYKE
                    (beaming)
               Told you it was your lucky day. Bet you
               thought I was just a fan or something.

                         JENNIFER
               What happened?

                         DICK VAN DYKE
               A miracle.

     They stare stunned at the TV set.

                         DICK VAN DYKE (CONT)
               ... See, every time I thought I'd found
               someone they'd turn out to disappoint me.
               They'd know the early episodes, but they
               wouldn't know the later ones ... They'd
               know all about Muffin but they wouldn't
               know about Bud ...

                         DAVID
                    (to the TV set)
               What the hell's going on!

                         DICK VAN DYKE
               Shh! Can't talk like that now. You're
               in ...
                    (smiles)
               You know ...

     David glances around at his black and white surroundings. His
     "mother's" voice rings out from the kitchen.

                         BETTY (OS)
               Bud. Mary Sue ... Breakfast is on the
               table.

                         DAVID
               We're in Pleasantville?

                         DICK VAN DYKE
                    (grinning)
               Dream come true, hunh?

                         JENNIFER
                    (panicking)
               This isn't funny! I happen to have a
               very important date in like five minutes!

                         DICK VAN DYKE
               Well, you don't have to worry about that
               anymore.

     FULL SHOT. TELEVISION SET. (COLOR)

     All at once the scene on the TV changes and Dick Van Dyke's
     picture gives way to a WIDE ANGLE SHOT of the WAGNER HOUSE.
     Mark Davis is standing at the front door, BANGING on the
     brass knocker. He checks his watch, shifts restlessly for a
     moment or two, then turns and heads down the flagstone walk
     never looking back.

                         MARK DAVIS
                    (under his breath)
               ... Bitch.

     INT. PARKER LIVING ROOM. (BLACK AND WHITE AGAIN)

     Jennifer flings herself at the screen, as Dick Van Dyke
     appears all over again.

                         JENNIFER
               Noooooo!

                         DAVID
               You--you gotta get us out of here.

                         DICK VAN DYKE
                    (recoiling slightly)
               Why would I do that?

                         DAVID
               Because we don't belong!

                         DICK VAN DYKE
               Oh sure you do ... "McIntire's
               Department store" ... "Their father
               dressed as Prince Charming." That was
               gorgeous Bud.

                         DAVID
               My name's David.

                         JENNIFER
                    (wailing on the floor)
               Oh GOD ...

                         DICK VAN DYKE
                    (a little snippy)
               You know--this is a pretty strange way
               of showing your appreciation.

                         DAVID
               Look--we appreciate it. We really do. We
               just--we want to go home now.

                         DICK VAN DYKE
                    (hurt)
               But you don't know how long I've been
               looking for someone like you.

     A long face slowly descends on him.

                         DICK VAN DYKE (CONT)
               I'm very disappointed ...
                    (deep breath)
               In fact ... I'm starting to get a little
               upset.

     David moves toward the screen.

                         DAVID
               Don't get upset.

                         DICK VAN DYKE
                    (snapping back)
               Weil wouldn't you! You look for someone
               for years ... You pour your heart into
               it ... This is a privilege you know.
                    (shakes his head)
               I don't think I better talk about this
               right now.

                         DAVID
               Where are you going ...

                         DICK VAN DYKE
               I don't think we should discuss this
               until I'm a little bit more composed.

                         DAVID
               WAIT A MINUTE!!

                         DICK VAN DYKE
                    (turning his back)
               Maybe in a day or so when I'm not so
               emotional ...

                         DAVID
               COME BACK!!!

     Dick Van Dyke shakes his head and walks out of the shot as
     the screen goes completely BLACK. It cuts out entirely as
     Jennifer and David just stare. David grabs the remote and
     starts rapidly pushing buttons.

     Nothing happens.

                         DAVID (CONT)
                    (dropping the gizmo)
               Oh God.

                         JENNIFER
               What's going to happen?

                         DAVID
               I don't know ... It's not possible ...
                    (looking at her)
               Is it possible?

                         BETTY (OS)
               Bu-ud ... Mary Sue ... Your breakfast is
               getting cold.

                         DAVID
               It can't be possible.

     DIFFERENT ANGLE.

     Betty (their "mother") sticks her head into the living room
     wearing her black and white apron. She has a great big
     Pepsodent smile.

                         BETTY
               Well, come on kids. You're not going off
               to school without a hot breakfast inside
               you ...

     They just stare at her.

                         BETTY (CONT)
               Forward march.

     They exchange a strange little glance then slowly rise to
     their feet. Jennifer waits for David who forces a smile then
     starts toward the kitchen.

                         BETTY (CONT)
               I just love you in that sweater Mary-Sue.
               It's so flattering.

                         JENNIFER
                    (dazed)
               Thanks.

     INT. KITCHEN.

     David and Jennifer walk two steps into the kitchen when they
     suddenly freeze--agape at the spectacle in front of them:

     THEIR POV. PARKER KITCHEN.

     Every breakfast food imaginable has been laid upon the table.
     There are hotcakes and sausages and biscuits and eggs.
     Pitchers of orange juice are dwarfed by the mountains of ham.
     The table literally sags under the weight of the food. George
     Parker lowers his morning paper and smiles at his children.

                         GEORGE
                    (once again)
               Morning kids. Better get a move on or
               you're going to be late for school.

     They nod, stunned, and wander forward into the room. Bright
     sunlight streams through the kitchen window as a gentle
     symphony of songbirds sings outside. David and Jennifer stare
     straight ahead as their "mother" adds some waffles to the
     heap.

                         DAVID
                    (under his breath)
               I don't believe this.

                         JENNIFER
               Neither do I.

                         GEORGE
               Well, c'mon. Dig in.

     David and Jennifer stare at her stunned as she puts two
     heaping plates at their places. Neither one moves.

                         BETTY
                    (to Jennifer)
               I put blueberries in them just the way
               you like.

                         JENNIFER
               Actually--I'm not real ... hungry.

                         BETTY
                    (big smile)
               Oh nonsense young lady. You're going to
               start your day with a nice big breakfast.

     She takes Jennifer by the shoulders and "guides" her into the
     chair. Jennifer looks down at a huge plate of GRAY WAFFLES.

                         BETTY (CONT)
                    (oppressively chipper)
               Here. Why don't you have some waffle
               cakes.
                    (beat)
               And there's sausage and eggs and some
               good crisp bacon ...
                    (beat)
               ... And a ham steak.

     Betty drenches the waffles in syrup and slathers on a huge
     slab of butter.

                         BETTY (CONT)
               ... And of course, a nice big bowl of
               oatmeal.

     Jennifer hesitates then glances over at her "mother" who
     looks at her expectantly. She glances at David who just looks
     stunned. Jennifer pauses then reaches down and takes a
     forkful of the oozing mess ...

                                                       CUT TO:

     FULL SHOT. PAT BOONE.

     He stands facing the CAMERA in an actual Kinescope from 1958.
     The backdrop is a painted pastoral landscape and the
     background singers are all white debutantes. He wears a
     letterman's sweater and button down shirt ...

                         PAT BOONE
               "... Tooty fruity--oh rooty. Tooty Fruity
               ... Oh rooty."

     He CONTINUES his homogenized version of Little Richard's
     nasty hit, (all the nastiness gone). It becomes a slow and
     lilting melody ...

                         PAT BOONE (CONT)
               "... Tooty fruity--oh rooty ..."

     SERIES OF SHOTS. PLEASANTVILLE.

     The MUSIC CONTINUES as the CAMERA CUTS TO image after image
     of this strange "Utopia." The effect is a weird, sanitizied
     version of MTV--as if Ronald Reagan had shot a music video.
     There are men tipping their hats and women walking their
     dogs; cheery gas station attendants and smiling policemen.

                         PAT BOONE (VO)
                    (slowly ...)
               "... A wap bop a loo bop--a wap barn boom."

     Pruned hedges. Twin beds. BIG houses. The CAMERA CRANES DOWN
     in the middle of a beautiful tree lined street to find David
     and Jennifer walking up the sidewalk, holding their stomachs.

                         JENNIFER
               I'm gonna hurl, David. I swear to God.

                         DAVID
               Just take deep breaths.

                         JENNIFER
               All that animal fat. I feel it in my
               pores or something.

     Jennifer clutches her stomach, but David's glance darts from
     side to side--totally absorbed.

                         JENNIFER (CONT)
               I still don't see why we're doing this.

                         DAVID
               We're supposed to be in school.

                         JENNIFER
               We're supposed to be at home David! We're
               supposed to be in color!
                    (wailing)
               Oh God ...

     A man calls out from across the street.

                         MR. SIMPSON
               Hello Bud.

                         DAVID
               Hello Mr. Simpson.

                         MR. SIMPSON
               Hear your Dad got a new car.

                         DAVID
               Oh yeah. A Buick. It's swell.

                         JENNIFER
               You know him?

                         DAVID
               Owns the hardware store.

                         JENNIFER
               Okay, now you listen to me! I don't know
               what's going on but you'd better fix it!
               I had a date with Mark Davis and I even
               bought new UNDERWEAR!

                         DAVID
               We just gotta play along for a little
               while ... till that guy shows up again.
               Then I'll talk to him and ...

                         JENNIFER
               Play along?

                         DAVID
               Well, yeah. I'm ... Bud Parker and
               you're ... um--Mary Sue.

                         JENNIFER
                    (ripping the barette from her hair)
               No! I'm not gonna do it! If I don't
               dress like this for Mom I'm sure as hell
               not going to do it for you!

                         DAVID
               We don't have a choice Jen. We're stuck
               until he comes back.

                         JENNIFER
               Why can't we just EXPLAIN IT?

                         DAVID
               To who?

     Jen looks around this cheery little street, and the horror
     starts to dawn on her. At that moment, they hear a screaming
     SIREN and a bright GRAY FIRE ENGINE comes racing up the
     block.

     WIDER.

     Jennifer and David step back on the curb as the firemen come
     flying out of the truck, grabbing the ladder on the back.

     DIFFERENT ANGLE. (FOLLOWING THE FIREMEN)

     They work in perfect precision. Two firemen grab the base of
     the ladder while a third takes the front. They go tearing
     across one of the lawns, in full "emergency response"
     anchoring the ladder into the ground and winging it up into a
     tree.

                         FIREMAN
               C'mere, kitty ...

     He emerges a moment later with the cat who was stuck in the
     tree. Jennifer sinks to the curb as he carries the kitten by
     them, petting it gently as he goes.

                         JENNIFER
               Oh God, we are. We're stuck in like
               "Nerdville".
                    (shakes her head)
               I always knew you'd pay a price for
               this. I knew you couldn't be hopelessly
               geekridden for this long without
               suffering some like, really tragic
               consequences.
                    (voice wavering)
               ... But it's just not fair. I mean--I'm
               starting to get really--popular. Debbi
               Russell transferred to another school
               and my skin's been great since March and
               Mark Davis is starting to come around
               and ...

                         BOY'S VOICE (OS)
               Hello Mary Sue.

     Jennifer turns to see a strapping blonde seventeen year old
     driving by in his convertible. He is extremely handsome with
     Jack Armstrong features and a Letterman's sweater. Despite
     her crisis, Jennifer's jaw drops open as he slows to a crawl.
     Biff Martin flashes a huge Pepsodent smile. The guy is a
     "dreamboat".

                         BIFF (CONT)
               What's all the commotion? Where's the
               cat?

                         JENNIFER
               Um ... It's ...

     Biff turns to see the fireman climb into the truck, with the
     kitty in his arms.

                         BIFF
               Ah, right ...
                    (smiling at her again)
               Well--guess I'll see ya later Mary Sue.

     He takes off down the street with the sun glinting on his
     really keen convertible. Jennifer gapes as he disappears
     around the corner.

                         JENNIFER
               Who's that?

                         DAVID
               Biff Martin. Captain of the basketball
               team.

                         JENNIFER
                    (still gaping)
               Does he--you know--like "me"?

                         DAVID
               As a matter of fact he does.

                         JENNIFER
                    (flicking her hair)
               Hunh.

                                                       CUT TO:

     EXT. PLEASANTVILLE HIGH SCHOOL. DAY.

     Streams of impeccably kept youngsters file through the double
     doors. All cheery and very pleasant looking. It looks like a
     Leni Riefenstahl movie.

     ANGLE. FROM ACROSS THE STREET.

     David stands beside Jennifer looking at the entrance to the
     school. Three girls huddle together by the front steps.

                         JENNIFER
               Those are my friends.

                         DAVID
               Peggy Jane, Lisa Anne and Betty Jean.

                         JENNIFER
                    (staring at them)
               Can we do any better?

                         DAVID
               I don't think so.

                         LISA ANNE
                    (seeing her)
               Mary Sue. You're gonna be late for
               Geography.

                         JENNIFER
               Okay ...

     She flicks her hair back--cops a first day of school
     attitude, and heads across the street like she owns the
     place.

                                                       CUT TO:

     INT. GEOGRAPHY CLASS. LATER ...

     It looks like a propaganda film from the Eisenhower
     Administration. The boys all wear crew cuts and short sleeve
     button down shirts. The girls all have lacy dresses buttoned
     to the neck. Everyone stares straight ahead at the
     blackboard.

     ANGLE. FRONT OF THE ROOM. TEACHER.

     Miss Peters stands in front of the class with a pointer in
     her hand. She indicates a diagram that spans the length of
     the blackboard.

                         MISS PETERS
               Last week Class, we discussed the
               geography of Main Street. This week,
               we're going to be talking about Elm
               Street. Can anyone tell me one of the
               differences between Elm Street and Main
               Street?
                    (pointing)
               Tommy.

                         TOMMY
               It's not as long?

     Jennifer looks stunned as several students nod.

                         MISS PETERS
               That's right, Tommy. It's not as long.
               Also, it only has houses. So the
               geography of Main Street is different
               than the geography of Elm Street.

     ANGLE. JENNIFER.

     She glances around at several students who seem to be nodding
     in agreement. All at once, she thrusts her hand into the air.

                         MISS PETERS
               Mary Sue.

                         JENNIFER
               What's outside of Pleasantville?

     The teacher looks at her with a puzzled frozen smile on her
     face. She looks vaguely troubled.

                         MISS PETERS
               What?
                    (beat)
               I don't understand ...

                         JENNIFER
               Outside of Pleasantville ... What's at
               the end of Main Street?

     The class lets out a knowing groan--as if to say "Oh. We get
     it now. Boy what a stupid question." Miss Peters gives a kind
     but condescending look.

                         MISS PETERS
               Oh, Mary Sue. You should know the answer
               to that. The end of Main Street is just
               the beginning again.

     Miss Peters gives a big grin as a series of heads nod up and
     down. Jennifer stares straight ahead, dumbfounded ...

                                                       CUT TO:

     INT. GYMNASIUM. DAY.

     There are fifteen to twenty boys scattered around the Gym.
     Each is dressed identically in white shorts and black socks
     with a "PLEASANTVILLE" jersey.

     SHOT. DAVID.

     He stands at the free throw line with a basketball in his
     hand. (Not exactly an athletic image.) David lets go of a
     jump shot that swishes effortlessly through the net. He looks
     a little surprised.

                         DAVID
               Wow.

     He stares at the backboard slightly intrigued. David
     retrieves the ball and fires again, this time chucking it
     up blind. The ball sails through the hoop again, HITTING
     NOTHING BUT NET.

     FULL SHOT. OTHER SIDE OF THE GYM.

     Ten to twelve of his teammates fire simultaneously at the
     hoop. ALL OF THE SHOTS SAIL THROUGH THE HOOP, NONE EVEN
     NICKING THE RIM. The boys retrieve their shots as the coach
     claps his hands.

                         COACH
               That's it men. Keep it up. Big game
               tomorrow.

     ANGLE. DAVID.

     He gets the ball and turns his back on the basket completely.
     David flings the ball wildly over his shoulder. It bounces
     off all the walls of the gym, then glides through the net as
     smoothly as the others. He stares in amazement.

                         BIFF (OS)
               Bud ...

     WIDER.

     Biff Martin (the boy in the convertible) approaches from the
     other side of the Gym. He is a classic All American Hero--
     somewhere between 4-H club member and a future astronaut.

                         BIFF
                    (a little nervous)
               Hi ya Bud.

                         BUD
               Hi ya Biff.

     He fidgets nervously for a moment looking down.

                         BIFF
               Can I ask you a question?

                         BUD
               Sure.

                         BIFF
               Well ... If I was to ask your sister ...
               What I mean is, if I was to go up to
               Mary Sue ...

                         DAVID
               Oh God! Are we in that episode?

                         BIFF
               What?

                         DAVID
               I don't believe it.

                         BIFF
               What's the matter?

                         DAVID
               You want to ask her out tonight, right?
               And then you want to give her your
               school pin ...

                         BIFF
               Yeah ... How'd you know?

                         DAVID
                    (shaking his head)
               Lucky guess.
                    (beat)
               Look, Biff ... I don't think it's a real
               good time for that right now ...

     Biff's expression falls. He stands crushed in front of David.

                         DAVID (CONT)
               What I mean is ... Mary Sue's been a
               little "different" lately ...

                         BIFF
                    (stunned)
               She won't go out with me?

                         DAVID
               I didn't say that. It's just that right
               now ...

                         BIFF
               I don't know what I'd do if she wouldn't
               go out with me ...

     All at once, Biff takes the basketball he's been holding and
     hurls it toward the hoop. The ball does a couple of
     revolutions of the rim, and then amazingly pops out.

     WIDE ANGLE. GYM.

     Play comes to a halt. ALL THE PLAYERS TURN AND STARE,
     DUMBSTRUCK AT THE SIGHT OF A MISSED SHOT.

     SHOT. DAVID.

     He retrieves the ball quickly then hurries back to Biff.
     David pulls him aside as play slowly resumes on the other
     side of the gym.

                         DAVID
                    (under his breath)
               Look, I'm sure we'll work something out.
               I'll talk to her or something.

     Biff looks at him, troubled.

                         DAVID (CONT)
               Honest. It'll be fine.

     Biff nods, a little confused, as David pats him on the back.

                                                       CUT TO:

     INT. CORRIDOR. LATER ...

     David stands off to the side with his sister, while class
     pours out around them.

                         JENNIFER
               No way.

                         DAVID
               One date, Jen--that's all I'm asking. If
               you don't go out with this guy we could
               throw their whole universe out of whack.

                         JENNIFER
               It's too weird David. This place is
               giving me the creeps. Did you know all
               the books are blank?

                         DAVID
               What?

                         JENNIFER
               I looked in the library. They got covers
               with nothing inside them.

                         DAVID
               What were you doing in a library?

                         JENNIFER
               I got lost.
                    (beat)
               Oh here ... look at this!

     She reaches into her purse and pulls out a book of matches.
     Jennifer tries to light a Kleenex on fire.

                         DAVID
               JENNIFER!

                         JENNIFER
               Just watch. You know why those guys just
               get cats out of trees? 'Cause nothing
               burns around here, that's why! They
               don't need any firemen ...

     Sure enough the tissue has become flame retardant.

                         DAVID
               Jen, listen ...

                         JENNIFER
                    (trembling)
               I like--really need a cigarette, too.

                         DAVID
                    (putting his arm around her)
               I'll get us out of here. I really will.
               But if we don't play along we could
               alter their whole existence. We may
               never get home.

     She looks over at him, slowly.

                         JENNIFER
               You really think anybody's gonna, like,
               notice if I don't have a chocolate malt
               with this guy.

     At that moment, three of Mary Sue's "friends" come tittering
     around the comer. They skitter up to her like a group of
     wind-up toys.

                         PEGGY JANE
                    (high-pitched--rapid fire)
               You won't believe what we just heard.

                         LISA ANNE
               Biff Martin's going to ask you out.

                         BETTY JEAN
               And that's not all ...

                         PEGGY JANE
               No, that's not all ...

                         ALL THREE TOGETHER
               He's going to give you his pin!

     They explode in a torrent of TITTERS all over again. Jennifer
     looks over at David.

     EXT. PARKER HOUSE. DUSK.

     A lone streetlamp glows in the foreground. Jennifer's voice
     plays OS.

                         JENNIFER
               You sure I'm supposed to wear this?

     INT. MARY SUE'S ROOM.

     Jennifer emerges from the closet in a mohair sweater and a
     poodle skirt. Under the sweater she wears a 1950's "bullet
     bra" that turn her breasts into lethal weapons.

                         JENNIFER
                    (looking in the mirror)
               I could like kill a guy with these
               things.

                         DAVID
               It's in your closet.

                         JENNIFER
                    (examining her profile)
               I've worn some kinky stuff before ...

                         DAVID
               He won't notice anyway.

                         JENNIFER
               What do you mean?

                         DAVID
               They don't notice that kind of thing.

                         JENNIFER
               So what's the point?

                         DAVID
               Jen please ...

                         JENNIFER
               He-llo? I've got like three pounds of
               underwire here ...

                         DAVID
               Just go with the program--hunh? I'm late
               for work.

                                                       CUT TO:

     EXT. SODA SHOP. DUSK.

     The flashing neon ice cream cone looks good enough to drink.
     Underneath it, the swirling script spells "SODA SHOP". Johnny
     Mathis drifts out into the evening air ...

     CLOSER.

     David comes sprinting up to the screen door and pauses to get
     his breath. He adjusts a little soda jerk's hat, then plunges
     inside.

     INT. SODA SHOP.

     Mr. Johnson, the owner and proprietor is wiping down the
     counter. He is a "pleasant" looking man, in his early forties
     wearing a white apron and black glasses. The strains of
     "MISTY" get louder as Bud lets the screen door slam behind
     him.

                         MR. JOHNSON
                    (looking up)
               Bud?

                         DAVID
               Sorry ... I had to help my folks and
               then I couldn't find my hat ...

                         MR. JOHNSON
               Oh.

     He stops wiping for a moment, holding the towel in his hand.

                         MR. JOHNSON (CONT)
               I didn't know what to do.

     He stares at the rag a little troubled.

                         DAVID
               What's wrong?

                         MR. JOHNSON
               Well--I always wipe down the counter and
               then you set out the napkins and glasses
               and then I make the french fries ...

                         DAVID
                    (confused)
               Yeah ...

                         MR. JOHNSON
               But you didn't come so I kept on wiping.

     He looks down at the towel clearly disturbed. David pauses
     for a moment then starts toward him.

                         DAVID
               I'm sorry.

     He crosses to Mr. Johnson who has polished one section of the
     counter right down to the wood. David takes the towel out of
     his hand and folds it neatly in front of him.

                         DAVID (CONT)
                    (gently)
               You know, if this ever happens again,
               you can make the fries even if I haven't
               put out the napkins yet.

                         MR. JOHNSON
               I'm so glad you're here.

                         DAVID
               I understand.

     EXT. PARKER HOUSE. NIGHT.

     Biff's convertible rolls up to the curb with Pat Boone
     playing on the radio. He runs a comb through his short blonde
     hair before grabbing the bouquet of flowers next to him and
     heading up the walk. Biff rings the doorbell and, a moment
     later, Jennifer's silhouette appears in the doorway ...

                         BIFF
               Oh. Mary Sue ...

     EXT. SODA SHOP. NIGHT.

     The place is really hopping now. All the spots in the parking
     lot are filled with vintage "jalopies" and several patrons
     are streaming through the door. The SAME JOHNNY MATHIS SONG
     is still PLAYING on the juke box, and the neon ice cream soda
     sign blinks against the sky.

     INT. SODA SHOP.

     David is trapped behind the counter, furiously working to
     keep up with the load. Several clean cut teenagers pepper him
     with orders while he yanks at the pumps and spiggots. It's
     clear he isn't used to this.

                         DAVID
                    (frazzled)
               Peppermint shake, chocolate soda, two
               orders of fries and a split?

                         TEEN AGE GIRL
               Peppermint soda, two chocolate shakes,
               order of fries, and we'll split it.

     David nods quickly, wiping some sweat from his brow. He
     scoops some ice cream into the metal blender as Mr. Johnson
     comes up beside him.

                         MR. JOHNSON
               There aren't any cheeseburgers.

                         DAVID
                    (turning)
               What?

                         MR. JOHNSON
               Well, usually I put out the burger and
               then you finish with the lettuce ...

                         DAVID
               Listen to me!

     Mr. Johnson recoils slightly.

                         DAVID (CONT)
               Do you have the lettuce?

                         MR. JOHNSON
               ... Yeah.

                         DAVID
               Have you cooked the burgers?

                         MR. JOHNSON
                    (quieter)
               Yes.

                         DAVID
               Well you can just put on the lettuce,
               finish the burger and pretend it was me
               doing it all along.

     Mr. Johnson stares at him.

                         DAVID (CONT)
               Really. It's fine.

     DIFFERENT ANGLE. SODA SHOP ENTRANCE.

     The screen door swings open and is held there by the end of a
     Letterman's sweater. A moment later, Jennifer sashays
     through, parading her new Jane Russell profile. Her
     "girlfriends" TITTER from the comer as Biff rushes up to a
     table, and pulls out a chair. She sashays into it, brushing
     against him as she goes.

     ANGLE. DAVID.

     He stares motionless at the spectacle--concerned and
     apprehensive. David holds a hot fudge sundae under the soda
     spiggot and jerks back on the lever blowing ice cream all
     over his chest.

     FULL SHOT. TABLE.

     Biff stares across the table at Jennifer with the wholesome
     devotion of a labrador retriever. He looks like a cross
     between Troy Donahue and a mannequin.

                         BIFF
                    (haltingly)
               I sure am glad you said you'd come out
               with me tonight Mary Sue.

                         JENNIFER
                    (full blown "Mary Sue")
               Well "gee whizz" Biff. I sure am glad
               you asked me.

     He guffaws for a moment or two before speaking again.

                         BIFF
               I don't know if I ever said this to you
               before, but, well ... I think you're
               just about the keenest girl in the whole
               school ...

                         JENNIFER
               Really Biff? The keenest?

                         BIFF
               Oh yeah.

                         JENNIFER
                    (all sarcasm)
               Gosh. I hardly know what to say.

                         DAVID (OS)
               What can I get you two?

     WIDER.

     He stands at their table holding a little white pad of paper
     and a pencil. Jennifer looks up at her brother and almost
     bursts out laughing. He wears his soda jerk hat at a jaunty
     angle with large white apron tied around his neck.

                         BIFF
               Oh, I dunno Bud. Guess I'll have my
               usual cheeseburger and a cherry coke.

     More goony laughs. David turns to Jennifer who puts on the
     same dopey countenance.

                         JENNIFER
               Oh, I dunno Bud. Guess I'll just have a
               salad and an Evian Water.

     He shoots her a dirty look. Jennifer just smiles at him.

                         JENNIFER (CONT)
               Cheeseburger it is.

     ANGLE. FOLLOWING DAVID.

     He glowers at her all the way back to the counter. David
     posts the order in the little carousel clip board, keeping an
     eye on the table the entire time ...

     RESUME. TABLE.

     Biff gazes across the table at Jennifer with an adoring look
     on his face. His hands are properly folded in front of him.
     She's still trying to do her best "Mary Sue."

                         BIFF
               See the whole time we were in civics
               together, I really wanted to sit next to
               you--but you were always sitting between
               Peggy Jane and Lisa Anne.

     There is some TITTERING behind her. Jennifer doesn't respond.

                         BIFF (CONT)
               ... And you always seemed so smart and
               everything. Like that report you did on
               "Our Town Hall." Gosh. I didn't know
               what I'd talk to you about.

                         JENNIFER
               Well, sometimes talking's over-rated.
               Don't you think?

                         BIFF
               Hunh?
                    (goony laugh)
               Oh, right ...

     He still doesn't understand. Biff GUFFAWS for a moment or two
     then glances down at the table top. There is a momentary
     break in the Music as Johnny Mathis' "MISTY" starts up all
     over again. It's enough to make you shoot yourself.

                         BIFF (CONT)
               So I know I haven't been steady with
               anybody, but I just don't want to rush
               it. You don't want to make a mistake
               with something that important.

                         JENNIFER
               Oh, gosh no.

                         BIFF
               I mean, there's kids that are even
               holding hands already but I figure
               there's plenty of time for that kind of
               thing later on. Don't you?

                         JENNIFER
               Oh you bet.
                    (beat)
               Will you excuse me for a sec?

     Jennifer gets up in a daze and heads toward the bathroom.

     ANGLE. DAVID.

     He freezes behind the counter and watches as his sister
     practically stumbles through the bathroom door.

     INT. BATHROOM.

     Of course there aren't any toilets. Jennifer gropes her way
     to the sink and leans against the counter.

                         JENNIFER
               Jesus Chirist ...

     She turns and sits against the sink for a moment with a
     dumbstruck look on her face. Jennifer shakes her head for a
     moment or two, when the door to the bathroom bursts open.

                         GIRL'S VOICES
                    (overlapping)
               "Did he give it to you ... Did he give
               it to you ... I bet he gave it to her
               ... Did he give it to you?"

                         JENNIFER
                    (straight ahead)
               I don't think he knows how.

     They TITTER away, even though they don't get it either. It
     sounds like an aviary.

                         LISA ANNE
               I bet he's gonna take her to Lover's
               Lane.

                         PEGGY JANE
               I bet he is. I bet he is.

                         BETTY JEAN
               I bet he's even gonna hold her hand!

     They TITTER some more as Jennifer shakes her head.

     INT. SODA SHOP.

     David is standing beside their table as she retums from the
     bathroom.

                         DAVID
                    (chipper)
               Couple of cheeseburgers and two cherry
               cokes.
                    (pointedly)
               If you need anything, I'll be right over
               there.

                         JENNIFER
                    (Mary Sue)
               Gee whiz "Bud", what could we possibly
               need when we have each other?

     She flashes him a "sweet" smile then reaches out and TOUCHES
     BIFF'S HAND. Both boys jump slightly as Jennifer gives her
     brother a venomous grin then suddenly waves "bye bye." David
     just stares at her panicked as he moves haltingly back to the
     Soda fountain.

                         BIFF
                    (befuddled)
               Anyhow ... I really wanted to come over
               and sit next to you in civics but ...

                         JENNIFER
               You want to get out of here?

                         BIFF
               What?

                         JENNIFER
               You wanna get out of here? You wanna
               leave?

                         BIFF
                    (confused)
               But where would we go?

                         JENNIFER
                    (shrugging)
               ... Lover's Lane.

                         BIFF
                    (swallow)
               Lover's Lane!

     There is an audible GASP from the booth behind them. Jennifer
     ignores it.

                         JENNIFER
               Yeah. Lover's Lane. You up for it?

     CLOSE UP. BIFF.

     He just stares at her with his mouth open ...

     WIDER.

     Jennifer reaches forward grabbing his hand.

                         JENNIFER
               C'mon. Let's go.

     FULL SHOT. SODA FOUNTAIN.

     David is in the middle of making a hot fudge sundae when he
     sees Jennifer leading Biff by the hand into the parking lot.
     Everyone at the counter is enjoying their dessert, when David
     lets out a blood curdling scream.

                         DAVID
               NOOOOOO!

     He vaults over the counter making a bee-line for the door.
     Everyone turns and stares as he races toward the entrance ...

     EXT. SODA SHOP.

     Biff's car is just pulling onto the street when David sprints
     into the parking lot. He takes off after the car, sprinting
     down the street.

                         DAVID
               YOU CAN'T DO THIS JENNIFER! HE DOESN'T
               EXIST! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO SOMEONE WHO
               DOESN'T EXIST!

     The tail lights recede in the distance as David slows to a
     jog and then finally a walk. He pauses, winded, in the
     street, then looks up toward Heaven with a pissed off look on
     his face.

                         DAVID (CONT)
                    (to God)
               Thanks a lot.

                                                       CUT TO:

     EXT. LOVER'S LANE. NIGHT.

     It is a beautiful tree-lined pond with a lush willow tree in
     the foreground. The moonlight glistens silver across the
     water. Several cars are parked in a row with their occupants
     HOLDING HANDS. Biff's convertible is parked at the end.

     SHOT. BIFF'S CAR.

     He sits stiffly at the wheel staring straight ahead. Jennifer
     is draped languidly across the seat beside him, making the
     most of her mohair sweater. She stares at Biff in a not-so-
     Pleasantville-kind-of-way. He glances over at her and
     swallows.

                         BIFF
               Sure is pretty.

                         JENNIFER
                    (staring at him)
               Oh yeah ... Gorgeous.

                         BIFF
               To be honest Mary Sue. I didn't think
               you'd want to come here until we'd been
               pinned for a little while.

                         JENNIFER
               Oh, Biff. You can "pin" me any time you
               want to.

     She leans back a liftle more, draping her arm across the top
     of the seat. Her tits point toward the sky.

                         JENNIFER (CONT)
                    (breathy)
               Or maybe I should just "pin" you.

     He looks over at her a little confused, then breaks into his
     goony laugh.

                         BIFF
               Oh, that's silly Mary Sue. How could you
               possibly pin me?

     CLOSE UP. BIFF.

     He is still guffawing when he looks over at Jennifer and
     suddenly freezes. Biff's eyes widen ...

                                                       CUT TO:

     EXT. PARKER HOUSE. NIGHT.

     David comes sprinting up to the porch, then doubles over
     catching his breath. He clings onto the porch swing when the
     door opens behind him.

                         BETTY
               Bud?

     WIDER.

     His "mother" and "father" come out onto the porch. David
     catches his breath then forces a smile.

                         GEORGE
               Son, what's wrong?

                         DAVID
               Have you seen Mary Sue?

                         BETTY
               Why no. She's still on her date with
               Biff ... is something the matter?

                         DAVID
                    (still panting a little)
               No, I ... I was just ... worried about
               her.

     His mother and father exchange a "knowing" look. George rests
     a hand on his shoulder.

                         GEORGE
                    (oppressively paternal)
               Bud, your sister's a little older now
               and she's naturally going to start going
               out with boys.
                    (beat)
               ... In fact pretty soon--she's even
               going to get married and make someone a
               good little home-maker like your mother
               here.
                    (smiles at Betty/
                    inside joke)
               That's IF she can learn to bake.

                         BETTY
               Oh, George ...

                         GEORGE
               But your sister is a fine young woman
               and she would never do anything for us
               to be concerned about.

                                                       CUT TO:

     EXT. LOVER'S LANE. NIGHT.

     The low gutteral MOANS of two coupling animals drifts out
     over the evening air. It is raw and primitive and desperate.
     The CAMERA begins to TRACK behind all the other cars--their
     occupants primly holding hands in a tender sillouhette. It
     finally COMES TO REST on a convertible at the end, with a
     girl's leg sticking out the window.

     CLOSER.

     A Letterman's sweater hangs over the door. The windshield is
     completely fogged. Jennifer's sweater is draped over the
     backseat. The car is rocking.

     INT. CAR.

     They are clenched in a mad embrace: all arms and hair. Biff
     pulls back for a moment, GASPING for air. His face is covered
     with lipstick and there is a crazy look in his eye. He's
     stuck somewhere between passion and fear as he clings
     desperately to the steering wheel.

                         BIFF
                    (some terror)
               I think I better go home now Mary Sue ...

     She holds onto his shirt as her knee rubs the dashboard.

                         JENNIFER
                    (breathless)
               ... Why?

                         BIFF
                    (more terror)
               I think ... I might be ill ...

     He glances down at his lap a little confused.

                         BIFF (CONT)
                    (a whisper)
               I think something's happening to me.

     He looks at his crotch then back at Jennifer. She reaches up
     and grabs a handful of his hair.

                         JENNIFER
               It's s'posed to happen, Biff.

                         BIFF
               It is?

                         JENNIFER
               Trust me ...

     He looks at her completely confused as she pulls back down,
     and OUT OF FRAME ...

                                                       CUT TO:
     EXT. PARKER HOUSE. NIGHT.

     A single light is burning in the kitchen window.

                         BETTY (OS)
               Do you want some more cookies?

     INT. KITCHEN.

     David is at the kitchen table with a nauseated look on his
     face. There are three empty bottles of milk and cookie crumbs
     all over the table.

                         DAVID
                    (sick)
               Oh no ... I'm fine.

                         BETTY
               How 'bout some Marshmallow Rice Squares?

                         DAVID
               I'm fine.

     There is a knock behind them at the door. David springs up.

                         BETTY
               Now who could that be.

     FOLLOWING DAVID.

     He crosses into the foyer ahead of his "parents." David
     swings open the door revealing Mr. Johnson, standing on the
     porch.

                         DAVID
               Oh hi!

                         MR. JOHNSON
               Hi there. You took off so quick. I
               wasn't sure if you were okay.

                         DAVID
               Oh, yeah. Sorry. I'm fine. I just ...
               Had to get home early.

     Mr. Johnson leans in closer and speaks in a CONFIDENTIAL tone
     of voice.

                         MR. JOHNSON
               Bud ...

                         DAVID
               Yeah ...

                         MR. JOHNSON
                    (sotto)
               You know how when we close up, I close
               the register, then you lower the shades,
               then I turn out the lights, then we both
               lock the doors.

                         DAVID
               Yeah ...

                         MR. JOHNSON
                    (proud)
               Well you weren't around this time so I
               did the whole thing myself.

     CLOSER.

     Mr. Johnson has a strange look of "manly pride" on his face.
     His shoulders square back. His chest puffs out a little.
     There is a sudden sparkle in his eye.

                         MR. JOHNSON
                    (more confidential)
               Not only that, I didn't even do it in
               the same order. First I lowered the
               shades, then I closed the register.

     He looks at David with pride then suddenly shifts his glance
     behind him.

                         MR. JOHNSON (CONT)
               Oh, hello Betty.

                         BETTY
               Hello Bill.

     Neither one says anything but neither one has to. David looks
     on in horror as his mother locks eyes with Mr. Johnson and
     his new found virility.

                         DAVID
                    (quickly)
               Well, look, thanks for coming by. I ...
               really appreciate it.

     He turns and starts hustling him down the walk just as Biff's
     convertible pulls up at the curb.

     INT. CAR. CLOSE UP. JENNIFER.

     She looks sweetly over at the driver's side of the car (OUT
     OF FRAME).

                         JENNIFER
               Well gee thanks Biff. I had a really
               wonderful time.

     ANGLE. BIFF. OTHER SIDE OF CAR.

     He sits behind the wheel with a totally dazed look on his
     face. Biff stares stunned at Jennifer, like he just got hit
     with a couple of thousand volts.

                         BIFF
               ... Me too.

     She leans over and kisses him on the cheek ... Then she bites
     his ear lobe, gently, and flashes him a big smile. Biff
     smiles back.

     EXT. CAR.

     She climbs out and shuts the door. Jennifer nods to Mr.
     Johnson as she heads up the walk.

                         JENNIFER
                    (sweetly)
               Hello Mr. Johnson.

                         MR. JOHNSON
               Oh, hello Mary Sue.

     She is wearing a big smile by the time she reaches the porch.
     David grabs her arm.

                         DAVID
                    (urgent whisper)
               What did you do to him?

                         JENNIFER
                    (innocently)
               Nothing.

     She starts up the staircase. David follows her and the CAMERA
     follows them both.

                         DAVID
               What do you mean "nothing?" That's not
               nothing. That's ...

     She reaches the top of the stairs and turns to him.

                         JENNIFER
               Relax "Bud." We had a really nice time.
                    (mock YAWN)
               ... Now I'm really tired and we gotta
               get up early for school in the morning
               so ...

     She flashes her brother an evil grin.

                         JENNIFER (CONT)
               'Night.

     She shuts the door softly in his face. David stairs at the
     gray wood in front of him.

     EXT. ELM STREET. NIGHT.

     Biff pulls up at an intersection with the same dazed look in
     his eye. The car rumbles at the stoplight for a moment or
     two, before he glances over to his right.

     CLOSE UP. BIFF.

     The stunned look turns to one of sheer amazement:

     BIFF'S POV. ROSE.

     There, against a gray picket fence, on a black and white
     street in a black and white neighborhood, A SINGLE RED ROSE
     IS BLOOMING.

                                                       CUT TO:

     AERIAL SHOT. PLEASANTVILLE. MORNING

     It would be a stunning vista if it wasn't in black and white.
     The church steeple gleams in the sunlight. The perfect little
     houses look like a row of pretty toys ...

     INT. PARKER LIVING ROOM. DAY.

     David sits parked in front of the TV furtively turning
     through the channels. He flips the dial frantically. No sign
     of Dick Van Dyke.

                         BETTY (OS)
               Bud. It's 7:30 in the morning. Are you
               watching television?

     He gives her a sheepish grin and sighs ...

                                                       CUT TO:
     INT. SCHOOL GYM. DAY.

     It is the same configuration as earlier. Everyone wears their
     Pleasantville "Lions" jerseys, white sneakers and black
     socks. David enters the Gym a little groggy. He hasn't had
     much sleep.

     CLOSER.

     He looks up and stops. David cocks his head to the side,
     staring across the gym.

     HIS POV. BIFF AND OTHER BOYS.

     They are huddled at the far end, each holding a basketball
     under his arm. Biff is in the center of the group, animatedly
     describing something that is holding their RAPT ATTENTION.

     WIDER ANGLE. INCLUDING DAVID.

                         DAVID
                    (quietly)
               Oh no ...

     Biff continues his story while they stare at him with their
     mouths open. The Coach blows his whistle.

                         COACH
               Come on men. Let's go. Big game next
               week.

     The huddle breaks up as the basketball players all wander
     toward the hoop. Ten shots go up at once but NOT ONE COMES
     EVEN CLOSE. Several clang off the rim, a couple hit the edge
     of the backboard. One slams into the side of the gym.
     Everyone stares in disbelief.

                         DAVID
               Oh my God ...

                                                       CUT TO:

     INT. SCHOOL CORRIDOR. DAY.

     David stands face to face with his sister in mid
     conversation.

                         DAVID
               You can't do this, Jennifer. I WARNED
               you.

                         JENNIFER
               So what's the big deal. Oh. Okay.
               They're like not good at basketball
               anymore. Like--omigod, what a tragedy.

                         DAVID
               You don't understand. You're messing
               with their UNIVERSE.

                         JENNIFER
               Well maybe it needs to be messed with.
               Did that ever like--occur to you?
                    (beat)
               You know, they don't want to be like
               this, it's just that nobody ever helped
               them before.

                         PEGGY JANE
                    (walking past)
               "MS". How you doin'?

                         JENNIFER
               Kewl "PJ". How you doin'?

                         PEGGY JANE
                    (relishing her new word)
               "Kewl."

     Jennifer smiles at her friend as she goes by.

                         DAVID
               You have no right to do this.

                         JENNIFER
               Well if I don't who will?

                         DAVID
               They're happy like this.

                         JENNIFER
               David, nobody's happy in a Poodle skirt
               and a sweater set.
                    (pause ...)
               You like all this don't you?

     David recoils slightly.

                         JENNIFER (CONT)
               I mean, you don't think it's just like
               dorky or funny or something ... you
               really like it.
                    (shudders)
               Oh God! I am just so personally
               horrified right now ...

                         DAVID
               I just don't think we have the right
               to ...

                         JENNIFER
               David, let me tell you something. These
               people don't want to be geeks. They want
               to be "attractive." They've got a lot of
               potential, they just don't know any
               better.

                         DAVID
               They don't have that kind of potential.

                         JENNIFER
               Um--hello? You want to like take a look?

     Jennifer motions behind her to a boy and girt who are locked
     in an intimate conversation. The girl wears bobby socks and
     the boy wears a letterman's sweater, but the conversation is
     sexually charged. They speak to one another in a close
     whisper--their faces inches apart. All at once the girt gets
     shy and glances away. She blows a big bubble with her gum,
     but the BUBBLE IS BRIGHT PINK IN AN OTHERWISE GRAY FRAME.

                         BOY
               Wow. What kind of gum is that?

     CLOSE. DAVID AND JENNIFER.

     He looks over in shock as she sucks the BRIGHTLY COLORED
     BUBBLE GUM back into her mouth. Jennifer flicks her hair.

                         JENNIFER
               I gotta go. I'm meeting Biff at the
               flagpole.

     EXT. LOVER'S LANE. NIGHT.

     It is the exact same shot as before: The CAMERA STARTS ITS
     LONG SLOW TRACK behind the vehicles, except this time ALL OF
     THEM ARE ROCKING. Various limbs and articles of clothing hang
     out the open windows. MOANS of pleasure waft out over Lover's
     Lane as the pond glistens in the distance ...

                                                       CUT TO:

     INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE. DAY.

     It is a typical '50s family practice right out of Norman
     Rockwell. There is a jar of tongue depressors on the counter
     and a jar of lollipops beside them. Lisa Anne (Mary Sue's
     best friend) is being examined by Dr. Henderson. Her mother
     sits at her side.

                         DR. HENDERSON
               Let me see it again.

     Lisa Anne opens her mouth and sticks out a BRIGHT RED TONGUE.
     Everything else in the frame is Black and White, but her
     tongue literally gleams with color.

                         DR. HENDERSON (CONT)
                    (examining it)
               Well ... I don't think it's anything to
               worry about ... It'll probably just
               clear up by itself.
                    (to Lisa Anne)
               Cut down on greasy foods and chocolate.
               No french fries, that kind of thing.
                    (aside/
                    to the Mother)
               It's just a "teenage" thing.


     EXT. LOVER'S LANE. NIGHT.

     It is really rocking now. More cars are lined up along the
     edge of the lake as the REAL (AND NASTY) VERSION OF TOOTY
     FRUITY (BY LITTLE RICHARD) PLAYS OS:

                         LIL RICHARD (VO)
               "... Got a gal--her name is Sue. She
               knows just what to do ..."

     SERIES OF SHOTS. (MONTAGE)

     PARKER LIVING ROOM.

     TOOTY FRUITY CONTINUES AS DAVID FLIPS FRANTICALLY THROUGH THE
     CHANNELS LOOKING FOR DICK VAN DYKE. THERE IS ONLY A PEPSODENT
     COMMERCIAL. HE SHAKES HIS HEAD ...

     INT. HIGH SCHOOL GYM (MUSIC CONT ...)

     The Pleasantville Lions lose a game late in the second half.
     The scoreboard reads 84 to 16 ...

     INT. PARKER LIVING ROOM. (MUSIC CONT ...)

     David examines the back of the TV set ...

     INT. FURNITURE STORE. (MUSIC CONT...)

     A large group of customers is huddled in a circle, staring at
     an item on the display floor, like it is the monolith in
     "2001". They seem both confused and absolutely mesmerized as
     the CAMERA PUSHES IN TO REVEAL: a double bed ...

     INT. PARKER LIVING ROOM. (MUSIC CONT ...)

     David sits on the floor with a weird look of resignation as a
     Brillcream commercial plays in front of him ...

                         LIL RICHARD (OS)
               "... A wop bop a loo bop--a wop bam
               boom!"

     SODA SHOP. NIGHT. ON DAVID.

     He heads toward work with his apron and his paper hat, but
     he's clearly disconcerted. David stops and stares at A BRIGHT
     RED HOT ROD parked at the front door of the restaurant. He
     shakes his head.

     SODA SHOP.

     The place has been transformed. What was cheery and benign a
     couple of days before, has gotten a little bit dangerous. The
     letterman sweaters have been replaced by leather jackets. The
     Pat Boone and Johnny Mathis have given way to real Rock and
     Roll. There is a James Dean/Marlon Brando edge in the air.
     Somebody has played the flip side.

     ANGLE. DAVID.

     He enters the soda shop adjusting his paper hat. A young
     couple makes out passionately in the doorway--all tongues and
     hands. When they break David sees that the girl's cheeks are
     FLUSHED WITH RED. He stares at her for a beat as they return
     to normal. David shakes his head.

     FOLLOWING HIM.

     He crosses to the counter and grabs his pencil and little pad
     of paper. Various things have already GONE TO COLOR AROUND
     THE ROOM: The JUKE BOX ... The COKE SIGN .. THE NAUGAHIDE
     STOOLS ... David crosses to one of the booths where his
     sister's arm is draped over Biff's shoulder.

                         DAVID
               What'll it be?

                         BIFF
                    (still chipper as ever)
               Gee whizz, Bud. Guess I'll just have the
               usual. Cheeseburger and a cherry coke.

     Bud has already written it down. He glances over at his
     sister.

                         JENNIFER
               Me too. Sounds swell.

                         DAVID
                    (pointed)
               Really? It seems so fattening.

     Before she can answer he smiles to himself and crosses behind
     the counter. Bud posts the order and turns to Mr. Johnson.

                         DAVID (CONT)
               Two cheeseburgers, two cherry cokes.

                         MR. JOHNSON
                    (staring straight ahead)
               There aren't any cheeseburgers.

                         DAVID
                    (exasperated)
               Look. I thought we talked about this, I
               thought we said ...

                         MR. JOHNSON
               Oh--what's the point, Bud?

     CLOSER.

     Mr. Johnson. looks up at him with a weird kind of emptiness
     in his eyes. David grabs his arm.

                         DAVID
               C'mere.

     He pulls him along the counter toward a little office
     storeroom in the back. He yanks him inside and shuts the
     door.

     INT. STOREROOM.

     It is just as cheery as the rest of the place. There is a
     small table with a telephone on it. A Texaco calendar shows a
     happy family motoring in their Rambler.

                         DAVID
               What did you say?

     Mr. Johnson glances down with a little shame and confusion.

                         MR. JOHNSON
               Well ... I'm not sure I see the point
               anymore.

                         DAVID
               What are you talking about! You make
               hamburgers! That is the point!

                         MR. JOHNSON
               No I know ... I know I do ...
                    (he pauses, then looks up)
               But it's always the same, you know?
               Grill the bun, flip the meat, melt the
               cheese ... It never changes. It never
               gets any better or worse ...

                         DAVID
               Just listen to me ...

                         MR. JOHNSON
                    (not hearing him)
               ... Like the other night, when I closed
               up by myself. That was different ...

                         DAVID
               Forget about that!

                         MR. JOHNSON
               Oh ... Okay.
                    (beat/
                    lower)
               ... But I really liked it.

     Bud takes a deep breath. He stares at Mr. Johnson, then tries
     to speak softly.

                         DAVID
               Look, you can't always like what you do.
               Sometimes you just do it because it's
               your job. And even if you don't like it,
               you just gotta do it anyway.

                         MR. JOHNSON
               Why?

                         DAVID
                    (exasperated)
               So they can have their hamburgers!

     This sounds stupid even to David. He shakes his head.

                         MR. JOHNSON
                    (like a secret)
               You know what I really like?

                         DAVID
                    (warily)
               ... What's that?

                         MR. JOHNSON
               Christmastime.

     David rolls his eyes. Mr. Johnson leans closer, speaking
     furtively.

                         MR. JOHNSON (CONT)
               See every year on Dec 3, I get to paint
               the Christmas decorations in the window.
               And every year, I get to paint a
               different thing ...
                    (beat)
               One year it's the North Pole. The next
               I do Santa's workshop. Here I'll show
               you.

     He pulls a photo album from the back of the desk and opens
     it for David.

                         DAVID
                    (impressed)
               Wow ... That's pretty good ...

                         MR. JOHNSON
               Thanks.
                    (continuing)
               But this morning I was thinking about
               it and I realized that I looked forward
               to it all year. And then I thought "Gee.
               That seems awfully silly. That seems
               like an awfully long time to be waiting
               for just one moment, don't you think?"

     David looks at him speechless.

                         MR. JOHNSON (CONT)
               Well don't you?

                         DAVID
               I think you should try not to think
               about this anymore.

                         MR. JOHNSON
               Really?

                         DAVID
               Yeah.

                         MR. JOHNSON
               Oh. Okay. I'll try that then.

                                                       CUT TO:

     INT. BARBERSHOP. DAY

     The Barber Pole spins in three shades of gray. Several men
     are gathered around the two chairs in the front of Gus' shop.
     Besides being the barbershop, it is the bastion of all male
     life in Pleasantville. Bud and Mary Sue's "father" (George)
     sits in one of the chairs. "Big Bob" McGee, owner of the
     drugstore, supermarket and Chevy dealership sits in the
     other. He has a crew cut that's getting shorter.

                         GUS
               Have they ever lost before?

                         GEORGE
               Basketball? No they sure haven't.

                         BOB
               Just feels "wrong", that's all.

     There are several murmurs.

                         THIRD PATRON
               Maybe that's where they get that saying,
               "can't win 'em all."

                         GUS
               Yeah. That's a good point, Ralph. They
               do have that saying.

                         BOB
               But they do win 'em all, Gus. They've
               always won 'em all.

                         GUS
               Well, yeah. That's true too.

     More murmurs, Everyone looks straight ahead trying to figure.

                                                       CUT TO:

     INT. PARKER KITCHEN. DAY.

     The women's bridge club has assembled in the Parker kitchen
     like it does every Wednesday afternoon. Four women are seated
     around the kitchen table with a nice bowl of bridge mix
     between them. Betty is sifting next to Marge Jenkins, the
     woman who accompanied her daughter to the doctor's office.

                         MARGE
                    (dealing the cards)
               ... He said it would clear up on its
               own if she just stayed away from fried
               foods and sweets ...

                         BETTY
               Well that makes sense.

                         MARGE
               Except it's spread to her lips now too.
               Oh, I don't know.

                         MARY
                    (a THIRD WOMAN)
               And you say it's just "red?"

                         MARGE
               Well--like red, only ... "redder."

                         MARY
               Hunh. I know what you mean. That's like
               the front of Bill Johnson's shop. I was
               going by it the other day and it looked
               green only "greener."

     SHOT. BETTY.

     She looks up quickly--then grabs some bridge mix.

                         MARGE
                    (lowering her voice)
               Have you seen him lately? The man
               doesn't look like himself. I was
               getting my sewing machine fixed across
               the street and he was sitting in the
               window of his shop just staring.
               Wasn't looking at anything in
               particular--just staring off into space.

                         MARY
               That is strange.

     Betty reaches out and grabs her cards. She fans them out in
     front of her, when her eyes go wide.

     HER POV. BRIDGE HAND.

     They are ALL HEARTS and all BRIGHT RED. It looks like a
     fistfful of valentines.

     CLOSE UP. BETTY.

     She puts the cards down quickly and takes a sudden breath.
     Betty keeps them like that for a moment or two, before
     lifting them up and taking another look.

                         MARGE
               Betty, it's your bid.

     She swallows trying to keep her composure.

                         BETTY
               Uh ... Seven hearts.

     They murmur at the strength of the hand.

                                                       CUT TO:

     EXT. PARKER HOUSE. NIGHT.

     The SOUND of the television plays OS while a warm light burns
     in the window.

     INT. KITCHEN.

     Jennifer and Betty stand at the sink finishing the dishes.
     Betty washes while Jennifer dries and it's clear who's more
     used to this. Jennifer examines a chipped nail as she places
     a dish in the drying rack.

                         BETTY
               Mary Sue?

                         JENNIFER
               Yeah?

     Betty hesitates. Rinses out a pot.

                         BETTY
               Can I ask you a question?

                         JENNIFER
               Sure.

     She pauses for a long moment.

                         BETTY
               What goes on up at Lover's Lane?

                         JENNIFER
                    (turning toward her)
               What do you mean?

                         BETTY
               Well, you hear all these things lately.
               You know--kids spending so much time up
               there ...
                    (she looks over)
               Is it holding hands? That kind of thing?

                         JENNIFER
               Yeah ...
                    (beat)
               That--and ...

     She stops herself.

                         BETTY
               What?

                         JENNIFER
               It doesn't matter.

                         BETTY
               No. I want to know.

                         JENNIFER
                    (glances toward the living room/
                    lowers her voice)
               ... Sex.

                         BETTY
               Ah.

     Betty nods from the import of the tone but not the meaning. A
     beat goes by ...

                         BETTY (CONT)
               What's sex?

     Jennifer looks over at her stunned, but Betty just looks at
     her with a blank, curious expression. Jennifer hesitates.

                         JENNIFER
               You sure you want to know this?

                         BETTY
               Yes.

                         JENNIFER
               Okay.

     She crosses to the kitchen door and closes it. The sounds of
     the TV in the living room disappear. Jennifer crosses back to
     the kitchen counter and turns to her.

                         JENNIFER (CONT)
               You see Mom ...
                    (softer and with understanding)
               When two people like each other very
               much ...

     Betty looks at her and nods ...

                                                       DISSOLVE TO:

     EXT. PARKER HOUSE. NIGHT.

     The TV keeps flickering in the window.

     INT. KITCHEN. LATER ...

     The CAMERA PANS across the kitchen table where there is a
     full quart of milk and some uneaten co6kies. It finally comes
     to rest on Jennifer who is staring across the kitchen table
     with a concerned look on her face.

                         JENNIFER
               You okay?

     REVERSE ANGLE. BETTY.

     She nods--shaken but "fine." Betty stares long and hard at
     the plate of chocolate chip cookies. She's far away.

                         BETTY
               Yes ...
                    (softly)
               It's just that ...

                         JENNIFER
                    (gently)
               What?

                         BETTY
               Well ...
                    (looking up)
               ... Your father would never do anything
               like that.

     SHOT. JENNIFER.

     She bites her lip weighing her next sentence ...

                         JENNIFER
                    (leaning forward)
               Oh. Hmm ...
                    (whisper/
                    woman to woman)
               Well, Mom ... there's ways to "enjoy"
               yourself without Dad.

     ANGLE. BETTY.

     She looks across the table, perplexed.

                                                       CUT TO:

     INT. PARKER BEDROOM. NIGHT.

     George crosses from the dresser to the TWO TWIN BEDS in the
     middle of the room. He wears long sleeve pajamas that are
     buttoned up to the neck. George puts his glass of warm milk
     on the nightstand and climbs in his own single bed. It is
     barely wide enough for his body and takes some maneuvering.

                         GEORGE
               Sweetie? You coming to bed?

     There is no answer.

                         GEORGE (CONT)
               Betty?

     INT. BATHROOM.

     She stands in her bathrobe staring down at the tub. Her
     dressing gown is buttoned to the neck as well.

                         BETTY
                    (calling out)
               Yeah ... I'm just going to take a bath
               first.

     CLOSER. BETTY.

     She swallows once as she stares down at the tub--then reaches
     for the spigot and turns on the water. Betty's heart beats a
     little faster as she HEARS the WATER THUNDERING DOWN.

     CLOSER STILL ...

     Betty reaches up and unties the little silk ribbon at the top
     of her robe. She slips it off, and lets it drop to the floor,
     standing naked in the middle of the bathroom. Betty glances
     toward the mirror and then quickly glances away. She takes a
     deep breath and steps into the tub.

     EVEN TIGHTER. ON HER FACE ...

     Betty slides down into the warm water, breathing in the
     steam, and closing her eyes for a moment. She lingers like
     that for a second or two, before settling a little lower in
     the tub. Betty opens her eyes, but they only half open. There
     is the slight trace of a smile.

     EXTREME CLOSE UP BETTY'S FACE.

     Her eyes close again as she bites her lower lip gently. The
     water continues to THUNDER DOWN as she arches her back.
     Betty's breathing seems to quicken as she opens her eyes all
     over again:

     HER POV. BATHROOM ...

     ALL AT ONCE, EVERYTHING AROUND STARTS TO TURN FROM BLACK AND
     WHITE TO COLOR. A BIRD OUT THE WINDOW BECOMES A RED BREASTED
     ROBIN. THE TILE ON THE TUB TURNS OUT TO BE PURPLE. GREEN
     TOWEL ... PINK ROBE ... BRIGHT YELLOW DAISIES ON THE PLASTIC
     SHOWER CURTAIN.

     CLOSE UP. BETTY'S FACE.

     She stares in amazment. Beads of sweat form on Betty's
     forehead as the world goes to TECHNICOLOR. The THUNDERING
     WATER POUNDS IN THE BACKGROUND, but beneath can be heard the
     beginnings of a faint, low, MOAN. Her eyes dart around the
     room. Her breathing quickens: Faster ... Harder ... More
     intense ... THEN SUDDENLY ...

     EXT. ELM STREET. NIGHT.

     The HUGE ELM TREE across the street suddenly BURSTS INTO
     FLAMES. Fire shoots straight up into the sky as billowing
     clouds of black smoke fill the air. BRIGHT ORANGE FLAMES
     LIGHT UP THE NIGHT.

     INT. PARKER LIVING ROOM. NIGHT.

     David is staring at the television set when he notices a
     weird orange glow. He glances behind him, out the living room
     window ...

                         DAVID
               Oh my God!

     EXT. ELM STREET. NIGHT.

     David comes racing out of the front door and down the walk. A
     small CROWD has gathered in front of the fire. (They don't
     seem frightened--just sort of amazed.) The street is still
     BLACK AND WHITE but it is now bathed in a weird ORANGE LIGHT.
     The flames leap higher and higher ...

                         DAVID
               Jesus Christ ...

     FOLLOWING DAVID.

     He takes off down the block, as fast as he can run. The crowd
     continues to stare as David turns the corner at Main
     Street ...

     EXT. FIRE STATION.

     He races in the front of the building SCREAMING at the top of
     his lungs.

                         DAVID
               FIRE! FIRE!

     INT. FIRE STATION.

     There is no sign of life on the ground floor. David races up
     the stairs toward the bunk room on the second story.

     INT. BUNKROOM.

     All the firemen are sitting around playing Gin Rummy when
     David rushes in the front door. They can hear his voice from
     down the hall.

                         DAVID
                    (entering)
               FIRE ... FIRE ...

     They still don't move. All the firemen just look at him from
     their bunks with a perplexed expression.

                         DAVID (CONT)
                    (beat)
               CAT!!!

     All at once they spring to their feet grabbing their helmets
     and their yellow slickers. They race to the landing just
     outside the bunkroom and leap onto the pole ...

     EXT. MAIN STREET. NIGHT.

     The FIRE HAS SPREAD TO AN ADJOINING TREE as the FIRE ENGINE
     comes SCREAMING toward the house from the top of the block.
     David sits in the front of the truck next to the Fire Chief
     who drives the vehicle at break neck speed.

                         DAVID
               Right here!

     The Fire ENGINE screeches to a halt. The Fire Chief looks
     around ...

                         FIRE CHIEF
               Where is it?

     David shoots him a look then glances at the inferno. He
     shakes his head and leaps from the truck.

     FOLLOWING DAVID.

     He races around to the back where the other firemen are
     standing just as confused. David grabs one of the hoses and
     begins to pull it from the truck.

                         DAVID
               Here! Grab this nozzle.

                         FIREMAN
               But where's the ...

                         DAVID
               Just grab it!

     He strips out about fifteen feet of hose, then grabs the
     fireman and pulls him toward the curb. David parts the crowd
     and positions the man right in front of the flames.

                         DAVID (CONT)
                    (shouting)
               Okay! Now point this right at the
               flames--like this.

     The Fireman nods and does as he is told. David opens the
     valve sending out a huge FLUME OF WATER.

                         FIREMAN
               Whoa!
                    (beat)
               So that's what these do.

     A huge smile breaks out across the fireman's face--like a man
     who has suddenly found his purpose in life. He beams from ear
     to ear dousing the flames, while David runs to get another
     hose ...

                         BOB (VO)
                    (fading in)
               ... In honor and in recognition of
               your heroism ...

                                                       DISSOLVE TO:

     EXT. TOWN HALL. DAY

     David stands at a podium receiving a commendation from "Big"
     Bob McGee (the man from the barbershop). He holds a large
     plaque up for public display, while "David's" whole family
     beams in the background.

                         BOB
               ... And with great appreciation from
               the citizens of Pleasantville ...

     WIDER.

     A huge crowd is gathered on the town hall steps. There are
     lots of balloons and bunting.

                         BOB
               I am pleased to present You with this
               special commendation, from the
               Pleasantville Chamber of Commerce!

     He hands the plaque to David as the entire town bursts into
     APPLAUSE.

                                                       CUT TO:

     EXT. MAIN STREET. LATER ...

     David walks away from the center of town looking down at his
     plaque. He takes his sleeve and starts to rub off a smudge
     when a young woman comes up beside him.

                         GIRL'S VOICE
               Hi Bud ...

     WIDER.

     She is MARGARET ANNE HENDERSON, the prettiest girl in school,
     and one of the most popular. Margaret wears a frilly polka
     dot dress, that only accentuates a bombshell '50s figure.
     Nonetheless, she seems the image of girly innocence.

                         MARGARET
               That was sure swell ...

                         DAVID
               Oh. Thanks, Margaret.

                         MARGARET
                    (smiling)
               I baked you my oatmeal cookies.

                         DAVID
                    (vaguely remembering an episode)
               Oh, no ... You baked those for Whitey.

                         MARGARET
               No. I baked them for you.

                         DAVID
               No. You baked them for Whitey.

                         MARGARET
                    (low and gutteral)
               No. I baked them for you.

     All at once, Margaret grabs his arm and presses herself up
     against him. Her breasts shove up against his chest. Her
     mouth is inches away from his.

                         DAVID
               Um ... thanks.

     David can smell the weird combination of hot moist breath and
     freshly baked cookies. He stares into her eyes for a moment,
     unable to speak. Margaret flashes him a not-so Pleasantville
     smile.

                         MARGARET
               See ya.

     She turns and heads around the comer, while David just
     watches her dumbstruck.

                                                       CUT TO:

     SODA SHOP. DUSK.

     David heads toward work with his apron and little paper hat.
     The BUDDY HOLLY music has given way to "hip" '50s JAZZ. DAVE
     BRUBECK drifts out of the soda shop as David pauses for a
     moment, takes a bite of his oatmeal cookie, and heads inside.

     SODA SHOP.

     The place has "morphed" even more. If it was a teenage
     hangout before, it has become almost a Bohemian coffee house
     now. Brubeck's "TAKE FIVE" plays in the background while
     several patrons talk "intensely" in their booths.

     DOORWAY.

     David walks into the building and pauses. Next to him, one of
     the boys from the basketball team plays along with the jazz
     on a BONGO DRUM. There are several COFFEE cups on the table.
     Jennifer gets up quickly and comes over to him.

                         JENNIFER
                    (in a whisper)
               I had nothing to do with that fire.

                         DAVID
                    (quietly)
               It's okay.

                         JENNIFER
               Not directly anyhow ...

                         DAVID
               It's fine.

     David glances at the booth beside them and realizes that the
     bongos have stopped playing. All the kids are staring up at
     him, with a weird expression of awe.

                         JENNIFER
                    (still under her breath)
               Um ... They like wanna ask you a
               question ... I didn't know how to
               handle it. So ...

                         DAVID
               Sure.

     He crosses to the booth where Biff and two others look up at
     him. It's like Elvis has entered the building.

                         DAVID (CONT)
               How you doin?

                         VARIOUS KIDS
               Swell ...

     They keep on staring. Several glances are exchanged back and
     forth like they're sharing a secret. Finally ...

                         BOY
               How'd you know about the fire?

                         DAVID
               What?

                         BOY
               How'd you know how to put it out and
               all?

     David hesitates, weighing his words.

                         DAVID
               Well--where I used to live ...
               That's just what firemen did.

     This sends a MURMUR through the shop. The boy leans forward.

                         BOY
               And where's that?

                         DAVID
                    (carefully)
               Um ... Outside of Pleasantville.

     This sends a much LOUDER MURMUR rifling through the kids.
     It's like electricity. They glance excited at one another. A
     hush descends.

                         BOY
               What's outside of Pleasantville?

                         DAVID
               Look it doesn't matter. It's not
               important.

                         BOY
               What is it?

     David stops and looks out at the kids who are hanging on
     every word.

                         DAVID
               It's really not important.

                         GIRL'S VOICE (OS)
               What's outside of Pleasantville?

     REVERSE ANGLE. INCLUDING DOORWAY.

     Margaret Henderson (the girl with the cookies) stands in the
     doorway staring at David. She hangs on his words with the
     same excitement as the others, it just means so much more.

                         MARGARET (CONT)
                    (hungry for knowledge)
               C'mon. Tell us ...

     She stares right in his eyes. She's ten feet away but might
     as well be touching him.

                         DAVID
                    (slowly)
               Well ... There are some places where
               the road doesn't go in a circle.
               There are some places where it keeps
               on going.

     There's an excited giggle. They lean forward.

                         MARGARET
                    (an exotic concept)
               Keeps going ...

                         DAVID
               Well--it all just keeps going.
               Roads ... rivers ...

                         2ND BOY
                    (from the back)
               Like the "Mighty Mississippi".

                         DAVID
               ... What?

     He moves forward extending a book. The cover reads: "THE
     ADVENTURES OF HUCKELBERRY FINN." David opens the first page.
     There is printing inside.

                         BOY
                    (quoting)
               "It was big 'n brown 'n kept goin'
               an' goin' as far you could see."

                         DAVID
                    (turning to Jennifer)
               I thought the books were blank?

                         JENNIFER
               They were.

     He looks over at her.

                         JENNIFER (CONT)
                    (quickly)
               Okay look, this like--wasn't my fault.
               They asked me what it was about and I
               like didn't remember 'cause we had it
               back in tenth grade, But I told them
               what I DID remember, and the next
               thing I knew the pages had filled in.

                         DAVID
               The pages filled in?

                         JENNIFER
               But like only up to the part about
               the raft, because I didn't read any
               farther.

     CLOSER.

     David flips through the book and sure enough only the first
     chapter has print. The pages are blank after that.

                         2ND BOY 
               Do you know how it ends?

                         DAVID
                    (hesitating)
               Well, yeah ... I do.

                         MARGARET
                    (breathless)
               So how does it end?

     She has moved closer and is gazing at him from a couple of
     feet away. It's silent in the soda shop.

                         DAVID
               Well--see ... they're both running
               away--Huck and the slave ... And ...
               They go up the river ... But--in
               trying to get free they sort of see
               that they're free already.

     David looks immediately down to the blank pages of the book
     that aren't blank anymore. Rows and rows of FRESH NEW TYPE
     materialize in front of him. He turns to the back of the
     book, that is complete with a COLOR illustration.

                         DAVID (CONT)
                    (quietly)
               Oh my God.

                         2ND BOY
               Wow!

                         3RD BOY
               Do you know this one?

     He shoves another book in front of David.

                         DAVID
               Hunh?
                    (looks down at the book)
               Oh yeah ... Well this is great.
                    (beat)
               See--Holden Caulfield is like this
               really lonely kid...

     EXT. PLEASANTVILLE PUBLIC LIBRARY. DAY.

     The CAMERA PANS down from the "PUBLIC LIBRARY' sign to find
     the front door. A long line of kids waiting to check out
     their books stretches onto the sidewalk ...

     EXTREME WIDE SHOT. LIBRARY. FROM ACROSS THE STREET.

     Several men from the barbershop lean against the wall next to
     the spinning barber pole. They watch the spectacle for a
     moment or two, as teenager after teenager exits with an
     armful of books.

                         GUS
               I don't know Phil. It's pretty strange.

                         PHIL
               I'll say it's strange. Gettin' stranger.

     Big Bob McGee nods and rubs his hands over his fresh haircut.

                         PHIL (CONT)
               I mean goin' up to that lake all the
               time is one thing, but now they're
               going to a library! I mean what's next?

                         BURT
               Oughtta be havin' an ice cream soda.
               That's where they oughtta be.

     WIDER STILL.

     From the shadows of the Town Hall, up the block, David
     watches the stream of kids emerge with their books. They
     cradle them in their hands like a piece of newfound
     treasure ...

     INT. PARKER LIVING ROOM. NIGHT.

     George sits on the edge of his Barka Lounger, across the
     coffee table from "Big" Bob McGee. Even sitting down the man
     is a looming presence. Besides owning the market, auto
     dealership, hardware store, and gas station, he also owns the
     insurance agency where George works. George sweats into his
     collar.

                         GEORGE
               Want some bridge mix?

                         BOB
               Oh, no thanks ...

                         GEORGE
               Betty's making some pineapple kabobs ...

                         BOB
               I'm fine--but thank you.

     George no