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Hawkins County
by Steven M. Ulmen (sulmen2001@yahoo.com)

Rated: PG   Genre: Drama   User Review:

Hawkins County does for the 1970's what "Stand By Me" did for the 1950's.

This screenplay is copyrighted to its author. All rights reserved. This screenplay may not be used or reproduced without the express written permission of the author.


PAT O'CONNOR and TOKE WATSON, two teen-aged boys, are lying
in the grass. Pat smiles as he looks at an eagle soaring
above the valley. Toke is sitting in the grass, playing with
a weed. A dirt bike lies on the grass between them.
A sheriff's patrol car moves along the base of the bluff.
Pat and Toke stand up to watch it as it moves towards them.
The patrol car stops below Pat and Toke. SHERIFF CONRAD
"CONNIE" LUCAS and probation officer KEN GOETTL have spotted
the two boys.
That's him! Hey! Come down here!
      (points O.S.)
Take the bike and go that way.
It's me they're after.
The sheriff and Ken exit the patrol car and begin to climb
the bluff.
Come here, kid!
Hey Pat! We want to talk to you!
Pat runs through trees and tall grasses. The voices of the
sheriff and Ken, calling to Pat, are heard.
The sheriff and Ken reach the spot on bluff where Pat and
Toke were resting. They are breathless and perspiring.


He's headed for the shack!
The sheriff and Ken return to the patrol car and take off.
PAT runs straight for the front door. The place is notable
because it is littered with junk, the house is run-down and
in need of repair, and in general it looks deserted.

Pat pauses and watches as the patrol car enters the
driveway. He throws open the door and dashes inside the
house as the patrol car screeches to a halt out front.

A dog growls as the SHERIFF and KEN jump out of the car.
It is filty, with dirty dishes, cupboard doors askew, etc.
STACEY O'CONNOR dozes in a kitchen chair, a bottle of
whiskey in front of him, as PAT enters.
What the...
Cops! I hate this!
Pat runs through the kitchen as Stacey watches.
Quick! The tree!
Pounding is heard on the door as Pat runs O.S.
Coming! I'm coming!
Stacey gets up and opens the door. The SHERIFF and KEN are
standing there.


So what's all the racket? What do
you pricks want?
The SHERIFF and KEN confront STACEY.
Open up, O'Connor!
Now hold the phone. This is my
house and you bastards can't come
barging in where you aren't
O'Connor, we saw Pat. He hasn't
been in school and you know I've
been looking for him.
I know you are getting me riled!
I have a warrant for Pat at the
A warrant, eh? Well now, let's
take a look at that damn warrant
of yours.
O'Connor, I've got two good eyes
that just saw Pat run in here.
That's all the warrant I need.
The sheriff throws open the screen door. It falls off of its
Now stand aside or I'll arrest you
for Obstructing Legal Process, a
crime that you O'Connors are


                       SHERIFF (cont'd)
particularly good at!
Hey! Who gets the bill to fix
this? Citizen's arrest!
      (bows, drunkenly)
Why, of course, gentlemen. Welcome
to my humble abode.
The sheriff and Ken push past Stacey and enter the house.
They pause in the kitchen and look around. They wrinkle up
their noses from the stench.
Remember the tree? Check out back.
I'll look in here.
The SHERIFF trips on debris as he runs out the front door.
STACEY breaks out laughing.
PAT has crawled out a second floor window onto a tree limb
that touches the house and is inching his way toward the
main trunk.
KEN peers out the upstairs window as the SHERIFF runs into
view from around the outside of the house.
When Pat reaches the trunk of the tree, he jumps onto a high
embankment, glances around at his pursuers, then runs O.S.
The sheriff kicks a stone, angrily. Ken backs away from the
The SHERIFF approaches his patrol car as KEN exits the
house. STACEY, holding his whiskey bottle, takes a drink and
follows Ken outside. A dog barks, viciously.


The three men pause in front of the patrol car.
      (motions O.S.)
Too bad Killer is tied up. He
would have given you pricks quite
a welcome.
Pat's not here. Better get your
eyes checked, fellas.
What kind of a father are you!
Never send Pat to school and you
live out here in this filthy dump
like so much trash!
I do my best.
Your best! You old drunk! You've
ruined your own life, now you're
letting Pat do the same thing!
But then, why should I care? In a
few more weeks I'll be retired
from Hawkins County and then, the
first thing I'm going to do is
forget the O'Connor clan ever
Gee, I'm sure going to miss our
little visits, Ken, but as you can
see, Pat is not here. Hasn't been
for some time. I sent him to
California to live with his
Now, if there's nothing more, I'll
thank both of you bastards to
clear out of here!


The sheriff and Ken get into the patrol car. The sheriff
starts the engine, then leans out the window to Stacey.
We'll be back, O'Connor! And we
WILL get Pat!
The sheriff drives down the driveway as Stacey watches them
leave. He takes another swig out of his bottle.
      (muttering to self)
That will be the day. I taught Pat
better than that!
PAT has run into the woods where he has hidden in the tall
grass. He cries as he watches as the patrol car pass by.
A graduation ceremony is taking place. A couple hundred
STUDENTS, dressed in caps and gowns, are singing a
graduation song. JACK JOHNSON, 23 years old, sits next to a
fidgety male student named ADAM. As the singing stops a
PROFESSOR'S voice is heard.
                       PROFESSOR (V.O.)
As this, the fifty-fourth
graduating class ceremony draws to
a close, bear in mind that society
looks to you for the future.
Jack looks bored as the professor drones on.
You are our hope for a better
Jack leans over to Adam.


What is with you?
                       PROFESSOR (V.O.)
What happens to our culture, to
our world...
Had a quite a couple beers before.
Gotta pee!
You poor devil. Sit still and be
cool. Don't laugh or cough or
                       PROFESSOR (V.O.)
...indeed, to our entire universe
and beyond in the next four
decades is in your hands. It is
your actions that will be judged
by the generations to come.
Did you know that Southern
University uses Astroturf so that
they don't have to worry about
their cheerleaders grazing at half
                       PROFESSOR (V.O)
And what you do, whether good or
bad, what heights you achieve,
what accomplishments, what
contributions you make...
Jack and Adam stare at each other a second. Jack grins. Adam
starts to giggle, then leans forward in agony.
Come on now, don't laugh! You'll
flood us out!


You son of a -
Adam starts giggling again. Jack looks alternately at him
and at the speaker and grins to himself.
                       PROFESSOR (V.O.)
...will become the standard for
the times, and will set the tone
for the generations to follow.
The professor puts his notes down on the lectern.
So judge not harshly the mistakes
made by honest men and women in
the past, lest future generations
judge you in like manner.
Adam stares straight ahead, trying to maintain composure.
Jack stares at him again. Adam turns slowly to look at Jack,
then he breaks out in loud laughter. Several nearby students
turn and look at Adam, thoroughly disgusted with his
Adam puts his hands over his mouth to stifle laughter as he
bends way forward in his seat, in agony. Jack sits straight
and tall, looking at the speaker, solemnly.
It has been my honor to address
you today. We will now issue the
degrees, beginning with the
post-graduate students.
The band begins another song as students begin to file out
of their seats to form a row on the left.
John Steinbeck, Bachelor of Arts
in American Literature.
Jack and Adam stand up to join the graduation line. Adam is
in front of Jack. Jack leans forward and whispers to him


Now whatever you do, don't laugh!
Sue Barton, Bachelor of Science in
Adam begins to giggle again as he and Jack approach the
steps to the stage.
Just grab hold of your weenie and
count to ten.
Adam is half crying because his sides ache. He approaches
the steps, giggling, eyes watering. Jack leans forward
Laura Ingalls, Bachelor of Science
in Education and in Little House
Adam Miller, Bachelor of Science
in Industrial Arts.
Adam climbs the stage steps, laughing hysterically now. The
professor and other dignitaries on stage glare at him,
indignantly. He approaches the professor, takes his diploma,
and staggers off the stage. His gown is obviously wet.
Jack Johnson, Bachelor of Arts in
Jack climbs steps, side-steps a puddle on stage, and
approaches the professor. He accepts his degree and
graciously shakes hands with the professor, then proceeds
across the stage.


Henry Block, Bachelor of Science
in Accounting.
There is a crowd of STUDENTS and their FAMILIES milling
around. Much talking and crowd noise.
JACK, his MOTHER and FATHER and MARIANNE, his girl friend,
are visiting.
      (brushing Jack's
I was so proud of you in there.
Now, lets get a look at you.
Jack's mother steps back, eyes Jack approvingly, then steps
forward and puts her hands on the sides of his face.
      (begins to cry)
My boy is a man!
JACK fidgets uncomfortably in the embrace. His mother backs
off, sobs, and wipes her nose on a Kleenex.
It's nothing to cry about, mom.
Marianne joins Jack and his mother.
It was a beautiful ceremony, Jack.
Jack and Marianne kiss, chastely.
Where's the camera, Esther?


      (composing herself)
It's right here, in my purse.
Give it here. I'll snap a few.
JACK, his MOTHER, and MARIANNE, continue to talk as they
smile and pose for the pictures. Jack's poses are the most
animated. A camera shutter clicks.
Dear, who was that boorish clod
next to you?
Yes, the one who was carrying on
Don't know the guy, except that
his name was Adam Miller.

He sure was something, wasn't he?
What a show-off! I tried to calm
him down, but it didn't work.
Yes, I saw you trying to help him.
Honestly! Acting like that! They
should have withheld his degree!
It's a sign of the times, Mom.
They'll graduate anyone these
Jack's father joins the group, advancing the film in the
camera as he does so.
I got some good ones here. Come
on, let's get out of this crowd.
JUDY and TRUDY, twin students, walk past Jack and his group.


Hi Jack!
Yeah, hi! Good luck!
Jack removes his hat and takes a deep bow to Judy and Trudy.
Why thank you, ladies!
Jack watches as Judy and Trudy disappear into the crowd.
Marianne tugs at his arm.
Oh, Marianne, that was Judy and
Trudy, the doublemint twins. They
are friends of mine.
      (snaps fingers,
Double your pleasure, double your
      (kissing Jack's
Never mind them. You have enough
Jack, Marianne, and his parents laugh.
Time's a-wastin'
Yes, the caterer is at the hall
Let's eat, then get down to some
serious drinking!
The group turns and heads toward the street. Jack reaches
over and tickles Marianne's fanny.


      (jerking, slaps
       Jacks hand)
Oh! Great! Now I have an educated
lecher for a boy friend!
That's a step up. I used to be
just a plain lecher!
Jack and Marianne snuggle and laugh.
Several couples, including JACK and MARIANNE and DAVE and
ROSIE MARTIN are dancing a fast number. When the dance ends,
the two couples move over to a table with several drink
glasses on it and sit down.
Whew! What torture we go through
to enjoy ourselves! Dave, you and
Rosie looked great out there!
Thanks, Big J. Say, where are your
folks? I want to thank them for
the meal.
      (Looks O.S.)
They were over there. Probably
decided to call it a night.
Tomorrow's a work day.
Rosie and I plan to make a night
of it.
Yeah, this is probably the last
dancing we will be doing for quite
a while.


That's right. You are U.S. choice
meat now, aren't you?
Jack Johnson! What a thing to say!
When do you report to Lackland?
      (soberly, looking
       at Rosie)
Day after tomorrow...at three p.m.
At least you know what your future
will be for a while. And you will
have the G.I. Bill to look forward
So, what do you two have planned?
Jack, are you finally going to
make an honest woman out of
Rosie Martin! Some friend you are!
      (kisses Marianne)
Well, that's a mighty expensive
arrangement right now, so, we need
to be practical, to, ah, evaluate
our assets and then develop a
utilitarian plan.
                       DAVE (AND ROSIE)
Oh, wow!


Listen to the silver-tongued
Don't tell me. Doctor Crochrow,
Economics 101, right?
Old Professor Crotch-rot, that's
Am I going to have to put a muzzle
on you?
Oh, promises, promises!
All characters laugh.
      (hugs Marianne)
No, now, seriously, I have
evaluated our assets, Marianne's
and mine. We have a first class
Dave and Rosie ooh and ah.
      (sitting up,
...and someone with a good
business head, so, it's obvious,
we're going to have to work the
streets for a while.
Dave and Rosie and Marianne laugh some more.
After five or six months at, say
ten g's a month, tax free, of
course, then we'll see.


I don't think I'll be able to
stand the pace.
Who said anything about standing?
All characters laugh.
David! You too? I'm outnumbered!
Yeah, Jack, you're being awfully
rough on Marianne.
I guess you're right. I'll have to
buy Marianne a calculator.
Marianne, Dave, and Rosie roar with laughter while Jack
feigns seriousness.
What? You thought Marianne...no,
no, no...it is I who shall provide
the erotic services!
Dave and Rosie slowly regain their composure.
Do yourself a favor, old boy, and
apply for that Juvenile Probation
Officer job over in Hawkins
Yeah, it was in today's Tribune.
P.O. job, huh? Hawkins County. I
may have to look into that, but
not right this minute!
Come on, Bozo, let's go home.


      (tossing down
       another drink)
Okay, but you'll have to let me
drive. I'm in no condition to
Jack and Marianne arise from the table.
See you guys around.
Right. Good luck to you, Dave.
I'll keep in touch.
JACK is driving his classy, red, 1967 Ford Mustang. MARIANNE
is cuddled next to him.
That was fun tonight. But...
But what?
You drank an awful lot. I wish you
wouldn't do that.
      (imitating W.C.
My dear, as Napoleon Bonaparte
said at the Battle of Bunker Hill,
"I have not yet begun to drink.
Ah, yes."
Jack looks at Marianne and snickers. In doing so, his car
swerves over the center line.


Look out!
A police squad car approaching from a side street pulls up
behind Jack's car. The lights and siren are activated.
      (looks in rear
       view mirror)
Oh, geez, one of Mankato's finest.
He pulls his car over to the side of the street and stops.
Quick. In the glove compartment.
The peppermint and gum!
      (digs in
Open one of each. I'll take it
while he's running the license
He crams a peppermint into his mouth, followed by the gum.
A police OFFICER gets out of his squad car and approaches
JACK in his car.
Produce some identification,
Yes, sir. My license.
      (examining license)
You ah, you crossed over the
center line back there.


       officer's face)
I know. Marianne, my friend here,
dropped her purse. I bent over to
pick it up and swerved a little.

Say, aren't you Lowell McCarthy?
Yes, I am.
      (extends handshake)
Well isn't it a small world? You
spoke at a law enforcement careers
class at the "U" a few weeks back!
You in that class with Doctor -
Alan Hale, that's right!
Look, I'm sorry about all of this,
Lowell. Marianne and I just came
from an organizational meeting for
the police reserve. We want to get
a chapter going on campus, you

I haven't been drinking, but if
you want me to take a Breathalyzer
test I will.
The officer shines a flashlight into the car, looking for
signs of an open bottle. Seeing none, he hands the license
back to Jack.
No, I guess that won't be
necessary. I'll let you go with a
warning this time, but be more


                       OFFICER (cont'd)
careful from here on.
Oh, I will be. You can count on
      (tips hat, exits)
Good evening.
If he would have made you blow
into a balloon, the hot air would
have lifted you right off the
I know. His Breathalyzer would
have melted. I must be a point one
five right now!
Jack looks out the window and skyward.
Thank you, oh benevolent one.
Jack looks out the window and waves as the officer drives
Coming from an organizational
meeting for the police reserve!
You've really got crust! It was a
good thing you recognized him from
I didn't.
You what?


Mike Fletcher told me that this
cop, McCarthy, came to the class
and gave a speech. I remembered it
when I saw his name tag. I didn't
feel like going that day.
You're just plain lucky!
      (smiles, puts car
       in gear)
Tell me about it. Let's sneak
PAT enters, looks around. There are several teenagers
playing various pinball machines of the era. Some of them
Pat moves down the isle between the games. He approaches
three boys, TOKE WATSON, SAM LUTES, and DANA LEE. Toke is
playing a game called "ALL STAR WRESTLING" with an image of
Come on, Jesse, give Conrad Lucas
the old pile driver!
The game is over and the machine goes dark. Toke sees Pat
Hey, fellas, it's Pat!
Pat joins the group.
Say, have you heard that Detroit
has come up with a new car?


Yup. It's a cross between a Comet
and a Valiant. They call it a
Vomit. It has a throw up hood.
Oh, geez.
The boys all laugh.
Toke says you outran the cops
It was no big deal. Those old
blubbers can't run.
Wish I could have seen that!
Sheriff Lucas and Mister Goettl,
When I checked in with Goettl
today I almost busted a gut!
Pat smiles at the other boys.
Any time one of us dirts scores
against the pigs, it's something
to celebrate!

Say, ah, I got a little weed here
that my sweet old grandma found
while she was cleaning the church.


Dear, sweet Grandma Watson!
Pat, we're going out to the
trestle. Want to come along?
The four boys walk to the front of the arcade. As they
approach the door, four girls enter. They are ABBY, MAGS,
      (Slips arm around
Hi Pat! I heard about you n'
Sheriff Lucas.
Yeah, well, it was nothing.
Do you chicks want to join our
Sure! Yeah! Let's get it on!
You guys got any stuff?
      (patting his fly)
See this bulge?
Mags snaps her fingers as per "The Addams Family."
Neat! Sweet! Keeno!


                       MARY JANE
      (slaps Mags'
That's neat, sweet, petite,
Oh, kiss my grits!
Everyone snickers except Mags, who rubs her shoulder and
pouts a few seconds.
This isn't all me. There's a
baggie of fresh stuff in here!
                       MARY JANE
You mean it was fresh stuff!
The girls giggle some more.
All right, are you babes coming or
      (caressing Toke's
Sure, you big stud.
Yeah, sock it to me!
Don't forget there's a warrant out
on me. We've got to be careful.
You worry too much. The cops
around here couldn't find their
butts with a mirror, much less
catch you!


Oh, I don't know. You n' Dana n'
Sam are going to court tomorrow
cuz Connie caught you drinking at
the campground.
Luck. Pure luck.
If we're going let's do it.
Okay, beam me up, Scotty!
Yeah, there's no intelligent life
around here anyway.
All exit the arcade. Pat is last. He approaches the door,
peers out and looks both ways, then exits.
walking down the sidewalk.
You really should do grass, Pat.
It mellows a guy right out.
Toke's right about that. You gotta
loosen up.
Being with you guys mellows me
enough. I don't need dope.
The gang stops to admire a 1940's Harley Davidson motorcycle
that is parked in front of a bar. It is souped up, with a
windshield, saddlebags, the works.


Wow! Look at the Harley hog! Super
Yeah, a regular crotch rocket!
Dana climbs on the Harley and revs the throttle.
Vroom! Vroom!
                       MARY JANE
Better watch it, Dana. That's
Lenny's bike. You're dead meat if
he sees you.
LENNY, a tough looking biker with a beer in his hand, steps
out of the bar.
Hey, you little pot-licker, get
your ass off my bike!
Oh! oh!
                       MARY JANE
Lets boogey!
Dana jumps off the Harley and in the process, it falls over.
Butch is not pleased.
My bike! Just wait til I get my
hands on you!
The gang takes off running as Lenny approaches the Harley
and sets it back up. They duck into an alley, so when he
looks around again, they are out of sight. Lenny returns to
the bar, muttering to himself.
The gang is peering out of the alley at Lenny when a loud
groan is heard.


The gang peers at an old beat up 1956 Chevy station wagon
with the dome light on. STACEY sits up, tips a bottle, and
drinks. PAT leaves the gang at the alley entrance and
approaches his dad.
Pa, you gone and done it again.
                       DAWN (V.O.)
You coming, Pat?
                       TOKE (V.O.)
Yeah, come on!
Can't. Dad's drunk again. I got to
get him home.
                       DANA (V.O.)
Come on. He'll sleep it off.
                       SAM (V.O.)
Yeah. This ain't the first night
he's slept in an alley!
All gang members laugh. Pat whirls around to face them.
I said no! This is more important!
Okay, okay! Don't blow a gasket!
Come on, let's get to the trestle.
Dawn hesitates a moment, watching Pat, then she follows the
gang O.S.
PAT enters the car and puts his hand on STACEY'S shoulder.


Patty? That you?
Stacey looks away, begins to cry.
Got to thinking about your mother,
Patty. I sure wish she hadn't gone
Pat takes nearly empty whiskey bottle and throws it out into
the street. Smashing glass is heard.
      (starts car)
Slide over, dad. We're going home
Sorry about this, Patty.
It's okay. Like Toke says, a guy's
gotta mellow out sometimes. I hope
the cops aren't around.
Yeah. I don't have a license.
Pat and Stacey share a chuckle, then Stacey rubs his
throbbing head as Pat puts the car in gear and drives away.
JACK, dressed in a vintage polyester leisure suit and
accented with penny loafers, opens a door that says "Clerk
of Court."
Good Morning.


Good morning. My name is Jack
Johnson. I have an appointment
with Judge Halloran about the
probation officer job.
Yes, I see you here on the
schedule. The Judge has a hearing
on three juveniles starting in a
few minutes and right after that,
he will see you. You may have a
seat at one of the court benches
in the hall.
Thank you very much.
Jack moves into the hallway where two long benches rest
against the walls, facing each other, and sits down on the
end nearest a door which says "Courtroom" on it. MIKE
HALLORAN sits on the other end.

On the opposite bench are TOKE WATSON, DANA LEE, SAM LUTES,
and their MOTHERS. They are all dressed casually.

An elderly Swedish BAILIFF exits from the courtroom.
      (heavy accent)
Is you boys a-lookin' for Judge
Halloran then?
No, but he's looking for us.
Toke and Dana snicker. Jack observes the exchange and
      (heavy accent)
The Judge will be here in just a
minute. Okey dokey?


Off-da! Sure, Ole. Tell Halloran
there's no rush. In fact, we don't
care if we never get in to see
Toke and Sam snicker. Jack laughs loudly.
      (heavy accent)
My name is not Ole, so mind your
manners! And it is Judge Halloran
to you!
Jack's smile fades.
JUDGE HALLORAN enters the courthouse, carrying a copy of
"I'M OK-YOU'RE OK" by Thomas Harris. He hears the bailiff
and the boys and stops to observe the scene.
Sure Sven, don't get your arteries
      (to Dana)
He strokes out every time!
All three boys laugh, but their mothers look at them,
      (heavy accent)
Brats! I'd like to crack a two by
four over all your heads! You
don't respect anything or anybody,
just drink, smoke the dope, and
      (jumping to feet)
Why don't you just shut up, you
old geezer!
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
Hold it!


All turn and look at the Judge as he moves to stand in front
of the boys.
      (whispers to Dana)
Here come da Judge, here come da
Dana laughs.
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
      (pointing to Toke)
You. Earl Watson. Apologize to my
bailiff! Now!
My friends call me Toke.
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
I'm not one of your friends. Now
      (glares at Judge,
I'm sorry.
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
I don't think the bailiff heard
I said, I'm sorry. I apologize.
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
Now, enter the court room, sit
down, and be quiet. When I want
you to speak, I will tell you.
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
      (to bailiff)
Where is Mister Goettl?


      (heavy accent)
He's already waiting inside.
The bailiff opens the court room door and holds it as the
three boys and their mothers enter, followed by Judge
Halloran. Jack watches the Judge, wide-eyed and sober, as he
walks by. The bailiff enters the court room last and closes
the door behind him, leaving Jack and Mike on the bench.
Are you waiting for a hearing?
Nope. I'm not one of those pukes.
I'm Mike Halloran, the Judge's
son. When he's free, I've got to
talk to him.
Jack sits next to Mike.
What a coincidence. I'm here to
talk to your dad, too, about the
probation officer job. My name's
Jack Johnson.
Jack and Mike exchange handshakes.
If you really want the job, you
have to talk tough to him.
Talk tough about crime and act
cool. He likes that. He's looking
for a real redneck.
A redneck, huh? I don't know.


Don't let him think you're soft.
He hates that.
Are you putting me on?
Nope. He's my dad, remember? I
know what he wants.
Jack looks O.S., thinking about what Mike just said.
Some time later the courtroom door is opened by the bailiff.
Toke, Sam, Dana, and their mothers walk out of the
courtroom, subdued. KEN follows them out.
      (heavy accent)
Mister Johnson, Judge Halloran
will see you now.
Remember, be hard. Really lay it
on thick.
Jack gets up from the bench and walks into the courtroom. As
he passes Mike the boy smiles, slyly.
JUDGE HALLORAN is standing behind the judicial bench dressed
in a black robe. He removes it as JACK enters.
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
Come in, Mister Johnson. Have a
Thank you, sir.
Judge Halloran removes some papers from a briefcase.


                       JUDGE HALLORAN
I had planned to review your
resume this morning but these
juvenile hearings were scheduled
      (with cocky smile)
Yes I know. I saw the little pukes
when I came in.
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
Little what?
Pukes. You know, JD's, dirtbags.
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
We refer to them by their given
names or as youths or even as
kids, Mister Johnson. We do not
refer to them as pukes.
Right. Anyway, you don't have to
look any further for a probation
officer, sir. I've got a
bachelor's degree in corrections,
and I am your man.
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
You don't know how happy I am to
know that you have ended my
search. Tell me, besides your
degree, what other attributes do
you possess that makes you my
natural choice?
Well, I like kids, relate to them
well, I have a deep and abiding
respect for the law, and I have a
realistic view of the causes and
cures for delinquency.


                       JUDGE HALLORAN
I see. And what do you think the
causes are?
Bad seed, primarily. Rotten kids
have rotten parents.
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
Rotten kids have rotten - an
interesting perspective. And how
would you go about correcting such
a situation?
That is not too difficult. Simply
teach the parents contemporary
values so that they will be more
effective at raising their
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
Why do you think that would be
easy for you to do?
Because the parents of most
delinquents come from the lower
socio-economic strata of society
and are pretty dumb themselves. It
will not be any strain for me to
out-think them, to stay one step
ahead of them.

And I'll let them know I have a
college degree, also, and that I
am an expert in corrections. Once
they realize I am smarter than
they are, they will follow my
Judge Halloran stares at Jack a moment, then he puts his
hand to his mouth to stifle a smile.


                       JUDGE HALLORAN
You'd outfox them, eh? Fascinating
concept. Would you use trickery to
supervise the delinquents as well?
No way! Kids are a lot smarter
than adults that way. They would
see right through it. Nope, what
I'd do is be tough. I'd take a
hard line with them, but I would
be totally honest. I would lay
down the rules and if they screwed
up, I'd zap them.
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
Zap them?
You got it. I'd haul them off to
jail or drag them back here, to
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
Why would you be so tough?
Because kids have to know, right
from the start, that probation is
their last chance and that
continued delinquency will not be
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
Now, let me see if I understand
all of this. You would be tough
but straight with the delinquents
and you would con the parents. Is
that about right?
That's about right, yeah.
                       JUDGE HALLORAN


Because I have legal control over
the kids who are on probation. I
have the power to back up what I
say to them. But I have no control
over the parents. I have to con
them to get them to go along with
my supervision plan for their kid.
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
You said before that you like
kids. Have you ever done any
volunteer work with delinquents?
No, but delinquents are just kids.
There's nothing special or
different about them.
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
      (standing up)
You really think that you are
fully qualified to work here,
don't you?
Oh, I'm sure there's a few things
I need to learn, like court
procedures and reports and such.
But as far as delinquency is
concerned, there's nothing
mysterious about it. Any one can
work with the little...
Jack looks at the Judge, pauses, and catches himself.
      (emphasizing the
YOUTHS, if they have some common
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
It is easy for you, then?


Yeah. It's no big deal.
JUDGE HALLORAN strolls over to the window and looks out,
                       JACK (V.O.)
Is there anything else you want to
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
      (turning back to
       face Jack)
No, I've heard quite enough. Can
you report to work on Monday?
Yes, I believe my calendar's open
that day. Are you convinced I know
enough about delinquency to handle
this job?
Judge Halloran moves directly in front of Jack and stares
down at him.
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
I'm convinced that you are a
conceited college punk who knows
nothing at all about delinquents
and their problems other than what
you have read in a book or heard
in a class!
Jack looks back at the Judge. His smile disappears. He
listens, stunned.
                       JUDGE HALLORAN (V.O.)
You have never walked in their
paths, never volunteered your
talents, which may be
considerable, in an effort to help
kids with problems, probably
because you consider such efforts
beneath your dignity.


JACK and JUDGE HALLORAN continue the interview.
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
I am convinced that even a
mediocre attorney could put you on
the stand, under oath, and rip
your credentials apart. In short,
Mister Johnson, I'm convinced that
you have a lot to learn, that you
have barely begun to understand
juvenile problems, and that it
will be some time before you are a
good probation officer.

The job pays $1403 a month as per
the Minnesota Department of
Corrections scale, plus fringe and
mileage. I shall expect you here
at 8:00 a.m. sharp on Monday. You
are to be dressed in a business
suit and a tie, no leisure suit
like you are now. And get rid of
those loafers! Tie shoes, black or
brown, are the standard in my
court room.
Jack continues to listen to the Judge. He is very subdued
                       JUDGE HALLORAN (V.O.)
I expect you to take lodging
within the county borders. You
will be on duty twenty four hours
a day excluding legal holidays and

I'll introduce you to Mister
Goettl today. He will work with
you next week and get you set up
in the office, then, you will be
on your own.

Of course, I will be here in
chambers if you need to talk to me


                       JUDGE HALLORAN (cont'd)
about a case.
Why, after what you said, are you
still offering me this job?
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
Maybe it's because I was like you
once, ambitious and self-assured.
Jack and Judge Halloran walk toward the court room door.
You still come across very self
assured to me.
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
Appearances can be deceiving, even
in a Judge. Anyway, confidence is
a good attribute to bring to this
job, Mister Johnson. You will see
days when confidence is all that
will keep you going.
JACK and JUDGE HALLORAN exit the courtroom. MIKE continues
to sit on the bench.
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
Your confidence came through in
the interview, but I also thought
you were trying to impress me with
how tough and how cool you are.

Take a hint from me. Don't ever do
that in an interview. Who taught
you that anyway?
Jack looks at Mike. The Judge notices him too.


                       JUDGE HALLORAN
Hi Mike. I didn't know you were
coming down. Meet Jack Johnson, my
new probation officer!
Mike stands up and shakes hands with Jack.
Hello Mister Johnson.

Dad, can I talk to you a minute?
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
Sure. I'll have Ken get together
with Jack, then be right with you.
The Judge extends a handshake to Jack.
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
Let me join my son in welcoming
you to the Hawkins County team,
Jack. I'll make a probation
officer out of you yet!
Thank you, sir.
Judge Halloran re-enters the courtroom, leaving Jack and
Mike in the hallway.
"Be tough," you said! Thanks a
What are you complaining about?
You got the job, didn't you?
Jack opens his mouth to respond, but says nothing. He is
speechless. Judge Halloran exits the courtroom and re-joins
Jack and Mike.
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
Ken will be right - oh here he
comes now.


KEN joins the trio in the hallway.
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
Ken, meet Jack Johnson, the new
probation officer. Show him the
office, okay?
Jack and Ken exchange greetings.
Sure. Jack, right this way.
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
      (to Mike)
Now then, what's on your mind?
Ken and Jack walk down the hallway and away from the
We'll start out on Monday by
reviewing the files. Then I'll
take you around and introduce you
to the police and to the school
      (looking at Jack)
The Judge will not allow you to
dress like that around here.
Yeah, I know. I've been informed
of that already.
Ken and Jack pause in front of a door that says "Probation
and Parole Office."
      (opening door)
Here we are. Home sweet home.
The office is small and sparcely furnished, with two desks
and chairs, an electric typewriter, a file cabinet, a small
bookcase, and four metal folding chairs. On one wall is a


large bulletin board highlighted by a map of Hawkins County.
KEN and JACK enter.
      (motioning to map)
Hawkins County was named after
Jedediah Hawkins, the first white
settler and homesteader in this
area. He later went on to become
the sheriff of this territory and
still later, became a governor of
the state. The county covers 215
square miles, most of which is
prime farm land. There are 23,000
residents as of 1960. I suspect
that number will increase with
this year's census.

Your caseload will average between
55 and 60 kids, most of whom will
come from the six towns in the
As Ken talks, SHERIFF CONRAD LUCAS approaches the office and
stands in the doorway, listening but unseen by the two men.
Tuckerville and Mazaska are
transient populations with no
economic base and no schools. They
are bedroom towns, and they are
your hot spots.

Once in a while you will get a
farm kid in court but not often.
They are kept too busy with chores
to get into trouble.
I'm impressed, Goettl! After
fifteen years you sound like you
finally know what's going on
around here!
The sheriff enters the office.


Just showing the new man the
ropes, Connie. Jack Johnson,
Conrad Lucas, Sheriff of Hawkins
Pleased to meet you, Jack.
      (shaking hands
       with sheriff)
Sheriff Lucas.
I was particularly impressed with
Ken's comment about the low rate
of crime in the rural areas. My
office patrols out there, you
That's right, Jack. Why, this man
standing before you has
single-handedly brought truth and
justice to the outback of Hawkins
The sheriff smiles, smugly.
                       KEN (V.O.)
He is held in such high esteem
that the local Indians call him
The sheriff's smile fades.
                       KEN (V.O.)
Which means...
Ken points to the sheriff's cowboy boots.
...why, there's some nahdah now!


Very funny, Goettl!
      (still laughing)
Connie, have you been standing
behind Oscar Nelson's bull again?
      (laughing also)
I am going to personally escort
you to the county line on your
last day of work, Mister Goettl!

I sincerely hope that your
replacement here will bring some
class to the probation office!
All three men share a chuckle.
If I may get serious for a moment,
Ken, I just missed Pat O'Connor
again the other night.
      (turns to Jack)
O'Connor! That little - I had a
full head of black hair until I
ran into Pat O'Connor. I wish you
luck on that one.
What's the story on this O'Connor
Pat isn't really a heavyweight
delinquent. I got him for
Obstructing Legal Process eight
months ago when his dad was
arrested for drunk and disorderly.

Pat was there and tried to stop
the police from taking the old man
to jail. There's been only one


                       KEN (cont'd)
problem since then.
What is that?
Truancy. The kid refuses to go to
Is that so bad?
Ken and the Sheriff look at each other, surprised.
The law says a kid stays in school
until he's sixteen.
Pat won't be sixteen until next
So, the school filed a truancy
petition on him and I've had a
warrant out for five months now.
If he'd just go to school, we
haven't had any other trouble with
But we can't catch him. He lives
over on Hawkins Ridge and let me
tell you, he can run, and hide,
and live off the land, and when he
gets in the woods he just
disappears. I've never seen
anybody like him. Whenever we do
get close, his drunken father
steps in and protects him from us.


He hangs around with a gang of
hoods from Tuckerville and they
are bad news, especially Toke
Watson, the leader. But whenever
Toke gets busted for something
heavy, Pat isn't around.
Does he get away?
I don't think so. The gang is into
drugs and Toke is a thief, but
from what I've heard about Pat,
he's straight.
Why does the gang put up with him?
Because it's a real status symbol
to have a warrant out on you, and
Pat has stayed on the streets a
long time.
I know I can't catch him. I'll
have to turn that problem over to
you, Jack.
It would be a feather in anyone's
cap who could latch on to Pat
O'Connor, that's for sure.
Do you think Judge Halloran would
be impressed?
You bet he would.
Jack looks O.S., thinking.


Jack is driving through the countryside with lots of scenery
views. He slows turns into a rural driveway.
There is still junk laying around the ramshackle house. JACK
gets out of his car and looks around.
An ARM is visible pulling back the curtain on the door and
viewing JACK as he approaches the door. A low dog growl is
The same arm leads a large, mean-looking German Shepherd dog
named KILLER to a side door, opens the door, releases the
growling dog, and shuts the door again. We hear Jack
knocking at the front door at this time.
JACK looks around the side of the house and sees KILLER,
growling and snapping, as it stalks him. He turns and runs
for his car, with the dog hot on his heels.
Jack jumps into his car and slams the door. A second later
the dog jumps up and puts its paws on the roof as it snarls
and snaps at Jack.
Jack reaches for a bag of candy in his glove compartment. He
rolls his window down just a crack. Killer growls and snaps
even more viciously.
Whoa now. Settle down, fella. You
don't really mean that now and we
both know it.


Jack throws a piece of candy out the window. The dog drops
from the window and eats the candy.
There, fella, you chew on that. It
tastes better than I do. Of
course, it doesn't do your lovely
teeth any good.
Jack throws another piece of candy at the dog.
                       JACK (V.O.)
See? Isn't that better? You aren't
really mad at me. Why, I'm the
candy man. Everybody loves old
Killer, quiet now, sits down and looks at Jack. He rolls his
window further down, cautiously, and holds two more pieces
of candy out to the dog. Killer approaches, jumps up, and
takes the candy out of Jack's hand.
You bet. I'm a good old boy like
you. I'm a friend to beautiful and
horny women, a confidant of Judges
and sheriffs...
Jack slowly steps from the car as he talks to the dog.
Killer growls.
Oops! Okay, all right. Forget the
Jack hands two more pieces of candy to the dog who eats it
      (petting the dog)
...and a special friend to
flea-bitten old mutts. Try some of
this stuff after you've been
drinking. No one will ever know.


Jack walks around to the front of his car, looking the place
over again. Killer walks with him. Jack pets it as he looks
up at the second story of the house and sees a curtain drawn
back from the window. As he looks at it, the curtain
suddenly drops back into place. Jack studies the window a
few more seconds, then bends down and pets Killer some more,
scratching its ears, etc.
Well my friend, I'm sorry your
master isn't home. I had hoped to
meet him today.
Jack returns to his car. He looks up at the window again.
The curtain is still in place. He gets into his car, starts
the engine, and drives out of the driveway. As he does, the
curtain is drawn back again and PAT is visible, looking out.
JACK and MARIANNE sit at a table with drinks in front of
them. Jack babbles on as Marianne daydreams.
Then there's this other kid who
sikked his dog on me.
Jack shakes his head and takes a drink.
Wow! He thought I didn't see him
standing in the window, but I did.
      (studying Marianne)
Marianne, is something wrong?
No, not really. Business is slow
at the loan company, you know,
what with the tight money and high
interest, so the boss is
considering a few layoffs.
Not you I hope. You've got to keep


Seniority would save me but Mark,
one of the loan officers, he's
real worried.
Is that what's bugging you? Well,
to heck with Mark, that's his
problem. As for you, your worries
are over.
Jack pulls a ring case from his pocket and sets it in front
of Marianne.
Go on. Open it.
Marianne opens the ring case. Therein is an engagement ring
and a wedding band set.
Oh Jack!
Now that I'm a high ranking
government official, I assume you
would not object to marrying me.
I-I don't know. It's so sudden.
Marianne, we've been a couple so
long, and you know I love you.
Isn't this what you wanted?
      (handing box back
       to Jack)
I'm not so sure I know just now.
This is bad timing for me. I love
you for the thought but right now,
I need to think.
Marrianne picks up her purse and quickly arises.


I'm going home.
      (also gets up)
I'll drive you.
                       MARIANNE (V.O.)
      (hurries O.S.)
No, please. I'll take a cab.
Jack watches the departing Marianne, then reaches into
billfold, throws some money on the table, and walks O.S.
JACK is driving around town, aimlessly, wondering what to
do. He has the radio on and is listening to 1970's tunes. He
finally ends up driving up to the courthouse, parks, takes
out his courthouse key, and enters the stately old building,
which is lit up by exterior floodlights.
JACK sits in his office, which is lit up, shining light out
into the darkened hallway. He holds a dictaphone in his
Lisa, next is a letter to Pat
O'Connor, Route one comma,
Tuckerville comma, Minnesota.
Today's date. You have the zip.

Dear Pat comma, I'm sorry I missed
you the other day but I did enjoy
meeting your dog, period. I'll be
in your area again on Friday
afternoon and will try and meet
with you then, period. Sincerely
comma, Jack Johnson,
Probation-Parole Agent, Hawkins


Jack leans back in his chair. He puts down the dictaphone,
reaches into his pocket, opens the ring case, and places it
on the desk in front of him. Then he picks up the dictaphone
And Lisa, get this letter out
right away. I'm sure Pat will be
eager to read it since it comes
from such a high ranking
government official.
We pull back into the hall and see Jack put the dictaphone
down and finger the ring case.
JACK drives into the yard. KILLER, the dog, bounds out,
barking and growling. Jack grabs some candy and throws it
out the window.
Hey there, pooch! Have you
forgotten me already?
Killer eats the candy as Jack gets out of the car, pets it,
and gives it more candy. He walks to the door and knocks. A
noise is heard from inside.
                       STACEY (V.O.)
      (Jack looks around
       the yard)
I'm comin', I'm comin'.
Stacey's old station wagon sits in the yard with the door
wide open. Hanging on the clothesline are three raccoon
pelts and two fox pelts. A dead snapping turtle lies near
the front of the house. STACEY opens the door and squints
out at Jack.
Dressed up like that you're either
a Jehovah's Witness or a pots and
pans salesman. Which one is it?


      (pointing at
What is that thing, anyway? It's
like no turtle I've ever seen.
Snapping turtle. Good eating if
you can get the head cut off.
Why is that a problem? It's dead.
It looks dead, but the nerves are
still alive. Watch.
Stacey picks up a long stick and pokes it at the turtle's
mouth. The turtle opens its jaws and clamps down on the
stick. Stacey lifts it off the ground by the stick.
If that was a finger, it would
just be a stump now.
      (smiling at Jack)
Who are you, anyway?
Jack Johnson. I'm Ken Goettl's
      (smile turns to
Probation officer! Another
government man, huh? What the
hell's the matter with you guys,
busting into a man's house and
bothering folks!
Hey, I don't know anything about
that. It was before my time. I've
only been out here once before,
looking for Pat.


Well you ain't going to find him.
Pat's in California, living with
his sister and going to school.
Been there for four months. Didn't
they tell you that?
There's a law against truancy, and
he's not sixteen.
Can't ya hear? I just told ya, he
ain't truant! He's living with his
Living with his sister. He is?
Jack knocks himself on the forehead with his hand in mock
Wow! This is great! There's no
problem, then!
Jack shakes Stacey's hand. Now it's Stacey's turn to be
They never told me Pat was living
in California! This will be easy.
When do you expect him to come
back home?
      (long pause,
       stares at Jack)


I said, when do you expect him
back here? Or is he going to stay
in California?
Ah no, no, he's coming back the
end of the semester, in a few more

Ah, he wanted to take a course in
cybrics or cybronics, something
like that, I forget the word. They
didn't offer the class at the
school here, so-o-o-, he went to

They offer the class in
California, you see. They ah, they
have a real good school system out
there, and Pat can transfer the
credits back here.
      (still with naive
Really? Hey, that's all right!
What is cybronics, anyway?
      (gulps, scratches
Cy-cybronics? Oh, that's, um, a
type of space research they do
nowadays. They use them there
computers and everything. It's a
real up and coming thing.
      (Hands Stacey a
       business card)
Wonderful! Well, I would sure
appreciate it if you would have
your son contact me when he gets
back into the area.


Yeah. Yeah sure, I'll have him do
      (shakes Stacey's
       hand again)
It was a real pleasure meeting
you, Mister O'Connor, and I look
forward to seeing you again.
Jack turns to leave as Stacey looks questioningly at him.
Killer trots through Stacey's legs and follows Jack to the
car, real friendly. Jack gets into his car and gives the dog
some more candy.
You bet, pooch. Here you are. I
wouldn't forget you.

Nice friendly dog you have here,
Mister O'Connor!
I don't understand it. He never
shines up to strangers.
Have a good day, sir!
Sure. Will do.
Jack starts his car and drives down the driveway.
PAT, standing in the shadows across from the video arcade,
looks around. Vintage 1960's and 1970's cars move back and
forth on the street. When the street is clear, he crosses
and enters the arcade.


PAT looks around and sees TOKE, DANA, SAM, and DAWN standing
around a game. He approaches them.
Hey man, what's happening?
Not much. Just hanging around.
There's a stash on the way, and
you crapped out last time.
Yeah. And I missed you!
We'll hit the trestle again.
Toke's even got the limo tonight.
Come on, Pat, let's go for it.
Your dope isn't even here.
      (motioning O.S.)
Oh yes it is.
Oh yes, HE is! He-e-e-er's Mikey!
MIKE HALLORAN enters the arcade. He sees the gang but does
not approach them. Instead he goes to a pinball game and
drops in a quarter.
Sam, Dawn, stay here. Keep your
eyes open. Dana, Pat, let's make
it go down.


Toke, Dana, and Pat exit the arcade through the back door
and into the alley. Mike moves away from his pinball machine
and also takes the rear exit.
MIKE approaches PAT, TOKE, and DANA. He looks around, then
reaches under his sweater and withdraws three bags of
marijuana which he tosses to Toke. Toke stuffs two baggies
in his shirt and gives the third to Dana, who does the same.
      (to Toke)
You're paid.
Hey Mike, why don't you join us
under the trestle?
You kidding? I don't want to be
seen with you scumballs.
      (grabs Mike)
Just cuz your old man's the Judge
doesn't make you so hot. You fence
the stolen stuff you get from Toke
and pay him off in pot! You're a
dirtbag, just like us!
      (pulling Pat away)
No Pat! It'll always be this way.
Has to be.
      (heading toward
       arcade door)
Don't follow me in.
That hemorrhoid! I hate him!


Cool down, Pat! Mike is just that
way, but as long as we deliver to
him, he delivers to us.

Come on. Let's split.
PAT, TOKE, and DANA approach DAWN and SAM.
      (imitating Curly
Nyuk! Nyuk! Party time!
      (also imitating
       Curly Howard)
Wo-wo-wo-wo! Soitenly!
The gang approaches the front door. In the process they walk
past MIKE who is talking to a clean-cut boy and a girl named
BECKY. The boy wears a letter jacket.
I'm making plans already for the
Air Force Academy. Dad has talked
to Senator Wilkins and he's agreed
to write a letter of
Toke, Sam, Dana, and Dawn exit. Pat pauses to look at Mike,
      (staring passively
       at Pat)
If my grades stay as good as they
are now, I shouldn't have any
problem on that score.


That's terrific, Mike! You can be
so proud!
      (smiling at girl)
Thank you.
Toke's "limo," a black early 1950's Cadillac hearse, pulls
over to the side of the road and parks at the curb. TOKE,
PAT, and DAWN get out of the front seat and SAM and DANA
crawl out of the suicide rear doors.
Why didn't you just drive under?
Then we're boxed in if the pigs
pay us a visit, you dork!
Toke, you worry too much. Besides,
we got Pat along for good luck.
Let's do it.
TOKE, DANA, SAM, and DAWN stand in a circle, lighting up
marijuana pipes with old silver colored flip-top Zippo
cigarette lighters. PAT stands alone, watching.
      (offering baggie
       to Pat)
There's plenty here. This is good


No thanks.
You a gomer or something? This is
good stuff! Come on!
Try it. Makes ya feel studly.
      (hugs Dawn)
You make me feel studly enough.
Don't force him. That leaves more
for us.

Hey Pat, we saw Johnson, the new
PO, at court.
Yeah, he had on one of them,
whatchamacallems, leisure suits.
Looked like a queer, but he sure
thought he looked spiffy.
Oh? Well, do you guys know how
many PO's it takes to change a
light bulb?
Um, I don't know.
Three. One to hold the bulb and
two to turn the ladder.
All laugh.
A pollock goes into the pizza
parlor and orders a pizza. The
clerk says, "Do you want this cut
in six pieces or in twelve


                       DAWN (cont'd)
pieces?" The pollock says: "Oh,
better cut it in six pieces. I
could never eat twelve."
All laugh.
Ole and Lena get married and head
off to Minneapolis on their
honeymoon. Ole gets to feeling
horny so he pulls over at Fort
Snelling and starts kissing Lena.
Lena starts feeling horny too and
says: Ole, you don't have to
stop." So, Ole starts up the car
and drives to Duluth.
All laugh.
Two maggots are sitting on a big
fat turd. One maggot cuts a loud
fart. The other maggot looks at
him and says: "Hey, I'm trying to
eat here."
The gang really thinks this is funny. They howl with
laughter and smoke some more.
Anyway, I hope this Johnson guy
ain't a jerk, like Goettl.
They're all the same. Just
swinging dicks.
He didn't seem so bad.
All crowd around Pat.
He's seen you?


Nope, but I saw him, at the house.
Turned my dog loose on him.
The gang laughs.
Then he came back again, and dad
told him I was in California!
The gang laughs again.
Far out! Did Killer rip him?
No. Johnson talked Killer down.
Made friends with him.
      (shakes his head)
I never saw anybody do that
Two SHERIFF'S DEPUTIES, seen from the knees down, carrying
flashlights, walk quietly toward the gang. Their laughter
can be heard in the b.g.
TOKE, SAM, DANA, and DAWN are laughing, having a good time.
They are all high. PAT is with them. He looks troubled.
Knock knock.
Who's there?


Bisquick who?
Bisquick, your pants are on fire.
The boys laugh as Dawn approaches Pat.
What you thinking so hard about?
It's Mike. Whenever I think of
him, fencing, hustling drugs, then
acting better than us. It makes me
mad. Why does he do it, anyway?
I hear the Judge is tough on him,
expects a lot, and won't give him
any money.
Toke, Sam, and Dana join the conversation with Pat and Dawn.
But, with his connections, why
doesn't he just get a job?
Too lazy. Mike wants his money to
come easy and fast!
This pot's heating me up. Forget
about Mike and get over here, Pat.
Pat and Dawn embrace. They prepare to kiss but before they
do, a tree branch snaps.
We got company! Come on!
                       FRED (V.O.)
Sheriff's officers. Stay where you


Cops! Let's get out of here!
Deputy FRED climbs down the slope and starts chasing the
group of kids.
Pat, Toke, and Dawn climb the slope to the road. Deputy
WALLY is on the side of the road. Pat dodges Wally, who
loses his balance and slides down the slope. Pat, Toke, and
Dawn run O.S.
Deputies Wally and Fred, now at the bottom of the slope,
capture Sam and Dana.
Stand against the wall! Spread em!
Sam and Dana lean against the trestle base as the deputies
frisk them. Wally takes a buck knife off of Sam.
Book em, Dano.
      (holding up knife)
Sam Lutes, you little fart, shame
on you!
Hey, I resemble that! I'm not
Deputy Fred finds the baggie of marijuana in Dana's shirt.
What have we here?
Green tea. I carry it for laughs.
Looks just like pot, doesn't it?
You are a real comedian! This is
more than an ounce, too. Where'd
you get it?


Even if we told you, you'd never
believe it.
Try us. You know us dumb cops will
believe anything.
Hey, officer, I have a great knock
knock joke. Start it out.
Knock knock.
Who's there?
The two officers look at each other a second, realizing
they've been had. Sam and Dana cackle gleefully.
Dana, you are so hilarious, you
ought to be on the stage. The next
one out of town.
Sam and Dana laugh again. Even Wally and Fred laugh.
TOKE, PAT, and DAWN run up to Toke's hearse. Toke jumps
behind the wheel. Dawn and Pat throw open the suicide doors
and jump in back.
TOKE fumbles with the keys to the hearse. PAT slides open
the glass partition between the front and the rear
compartments of the hearse as DAWN looks on.
Toke, you're stoned. Better let me


No No-o-o! This is my limo and I
got us here. I'll get us away,
too. Watch this baby!
Toke starts the hearse, throws it in gear, and screeches
SAM and DANA are in the custody of WALLY and FRED.
How'd you find us?
We check this place real regular.
It's a great place to find
drinkers and potheads.

Who were the other three?
Looked like Toke Watson, that
Lundin girl, and Pat O'Connor.
That was Toke's old hearse we saw
up top.
Screeching tires are heard O.S.
There they go! You stay here with
these two, I'll pursue and radio
the Tuckerville squad to come and
pick you up.
Right. You boys are going to
Can't. Got homework to do. Got a
big history test tomorrow.


I really feel for you. Blow that
test and you won't be at the head
of your class anymore.
Sam spends more time standing in
the corner of his class than at
the head of it.
Sound of patrol car and SIREN heard O.S.
You are both flying high, aren't
you? Maybe I'll just run you
through detox instead.
Toke is oversteering the wheel, weaving over the center line
of the road. PAT and DAWN bounce around in back.
Drive right, Toke! You are making
me sick to my stomach!
Don't you dare barf in my
Oh yuck, Pat!
I mean it! Stay on your side of
the road!
Don't worry. Got 352 under the
hood. I can make this baby fly!
Toke, you're high!


They don't call me Toke for
nothing. I'm cool with pot. I can
handle it!
Car lights are seen through Toke's windshield, coming at
Look out! You're in his lane!
Told you, I can make this baby
fly...can't get hurt...
There is a head on collision with screeching tires and
breaking glass.
JACK drives into the sheriff's parking lot. He gets out of
the car and enters the sheriff's office.
JACK enters and approaches the counter. SHERIFF LUCAS is
standing near the two way radio.
What brings you out at this hour?
Just thought I'd stop and say
You should be out with a pretty
girl, not hanging around here.
Jack smiles wryly, looks down, says nothing.
Unit one, unit six.


      (picks up
Yeah Wally. What you got?
I'm in pursuit of a vehicle
containing suspect juveniles in a
drug incident. They're driving
What's your 10-20?
County road 16, about two miles
east of Tuckerville. Oh, lord!
Six! What's wrong?
Suspect vehicle just collided with
another car! Looks bad, Connie.
Best get Deike out here.
Jack approaches the sheriff to hear the radio better.
You near the Straight River
At the intersection of 16 and 36.
I'll alert the ambulance and meet
you there.
The sheriff puts on his hat and grabs his jacket. He turns
to Jack.


Got to go.
Do you mind some company?
Wait for me in the car.
Jack runs out the door as the sheriff returns to the radio.
Rescue unit 12, this is Sheriff
Lucas. Do you read?
JACK and SHERIFF LUCAS run out of the sheriff's office, jump
into a squad car, and race off. The emergency lights and
siren are activated.
There are two crashed cars, one upright in the ditch and
Toke's hearse, in the ditch, laying on it's side. There is
blood and broken glass all over. People are crying and
screaming in pain. A patrol car with emergency lights on is
parked on the road. Deputy WALLY is surveying the scene.
Sheriff Lucas's patrol car enters the scene and comes to a
halt. The SHERIFF jumps out of the car and runs over to
Wally. JACK steps out of the squad car but holds back, a
look of shock on his face as he surveys the wreckage.
We've got injuries in both cars.
There's five victims involved.
Wally points to the hearse.
                       WALLY (V.O.)
The one over there has a bad one.
It's Toke Watson, the driver.


Pull your squad back to the
Rothfork intersection for now.
Divert any traffic to the county
Ambulance siren heard in the b.g.
That will be Deike.
The sheriff runs back to the squad car, opens the trunk, and
removes a first aid kit. The ambulance siren is still heard.
Jack, pull my squad sideways to
block this intersection, then get
over to that overturned hearse!
      (still shaken)
The sheriff runs toward the overturned hearse. Jack
positions the squad car cross ways on the highway just as
the ambulance drives onto the scene. The sheriff returns to
talk to the ambulance driver.
Deike, I've got three JV's over
there, all hurt. One looks real
bad. There's two more in the other
one - older folks. You'll need the
other rig too.
Sheriff runs back to his squad car, opens the door, and
grabs the radio microphone. Jack is standing alongside the
car, still stunned, viewing the carnage. Occasionally the
sound of someone crying in pain is heard.
KRS-206 this is Connie.
We receive you, Connie.


Get the other road unit over here
right away. Has the Tuckerville
squad arrived with the two JV's?
That's a 10-4. They're pulling in
right now.
After they unload send them out to
the Rothfork intersection to
relieve Wally. I need him here.
And also, call Swanson's wrecker
and the hospital.
10-4 unit one. KRS-206.
Filtered voices heard in the background as the dispatcher
calls the other cars, etc. The sheriff looks at Jack. He is
frozen, white as a sheet.
Jack, I'll need you now. It's Toke
Watson, Dawn Lundin, and Pat
O'Connor. There's lots of blood,
but we have to get them out of
Another cry of pain is heard as the ambulance attendants
remove an elderly woman from the upright car and place her
onto the stretcher. DEIKE approaches the sheriff.
Some fractures here, Connie, but
we can get them out all right.
Good. Jack and I will start on the
other one.
The sheriff moves over to Jack, grabs his arm, and shakes


Come on, Jack! I need you now!
Jack looks at the sheriff and takes a deep breath.
Sheriff and Jack run to the overturned hearse. The driver's
side is in the ditch.
DAWN and PAT are in the rear, moaning, moving feebly. They
have blood on them. TOKE is pinned behind the steering wheel
of the hearse. His head is thrown back, his eyes vacant and
staring. He has blood running from his mouth.
That's gasoline...
      (pulling on
       passenger door)
We've got to get this open!
Jack regains his wits and jumps onto the side of the hearse.
He pulls the rear suicide door open.
      (drops into hearse)
We can get in here!
JACK crawls over to DAWN who lies next to PAT. She is very
bloody. Jack touches her, gently. TOKE is seen in the b.g.
Can you move?


Dawn opens her eyes, looks around, dazed. She sees Pat. He
      (shakes Pat)
Pat! Oh my god! Pat!
Take it easy now. We'll have you
out of here in no time.
Dawn sees Toke and screams, hysterically. Ambulance siren
activates in b.g.
      (firmly grabs Dawn)
Stop it! Dawn! Dawn! Calm down!
We'll get you all out of here, I
But Toke! Look at him!
We'll help Toke too.
Dawn throws herself against Jack's chest, sobbing. He tries
to comfort her.
More sirens are heard as the sheriff looks down through the
hearse door at Jack, Dawn, and Pat.
Climb out of there Jack. Let the
medics have some room.
JACK crawls out of the hearse as two MEDICS with a stretcher
into view with the SHERIFF.
The two in the back are shook up,
have concussions, maybe, and glass


I'll check them over close. How
about the driver?
      (removes hat,
       wipes brow)
Name's Toke Watson. The steering
wheel has impaled him in the
chest. I don't know.
Jack and the sheriff back away as the attendants climb into
the hearse and go to work. Jack is trembling now. The
sheriff puts his arm around Jack's shoulders.
Are you all right?
Yeah, I'll be fine. It's just all
that blood, the screams, the
sirens...it gets to a guy.
I've seen a lot of these in
thirteen years and I'm not used to
it either.
      (casts eyes
You were so cool. You knew just
what to do. Me, I'm worthless
No you're not. You settled the
Lundin girl. You did just fine.
The attendants remove Dawn from the hearse and place her on
a stretcher. Pat climbs out of the door and jumps down. The
attendants hand him a gauze compress which he puts to his


She has a fractured arm. The rest
are surface cuts from the glass.
The boy is fine. Bumped his head a
      (to attendant)
Can you take me home?
We'd best have you checked out at
the emergency room, just to be
      (rubbing head)
Sure, okay. It hurts a little.
What happened here?
I might as well tell you. Toke was
smoking some strong weed. I don't
think he even saw the other car. I
mean, he saw it, but he didn't
know what he was looking at. He
ran right into their lane and hit
      (looking at hearse)
What about Toke?
We don't know. He could be DOA.
We just don't know.
The attendants extract Toke and place him on a stretcher,
then hurry away from the hearse.
Gas tank's ruptured! She's going
to blow!


All characters run away from the hearse. A second later it
bursts into flames.
That was a close one!
What do you want me to do, Connie?
Ride into the hospital with the
ambulance. I'll be along in a
while. Need to get the fire
department out here.
The attendants head toward the ambulance with Toke. Pat and
Jack follow them. Pat looks O.S. and pauses.
MIKE and BECKY, the girl he was visiting with at the arcade,
are parked at the road block surveying the accident scene.
Mike is driving his sensible 1962 Rambler. Mike sees PAT and
looks afraid.
Pat throws down his bandage, runs to Mike's car, and tries
to pull him out through the window by his hair.
Toke couldn't handle that weed!
You caused this, you moron!
WALLY and another deputy approach and restrain Pat.
What's wrong here?
He gave the weed to Toke. Has been
doing it for a long time, and
Toke's been stealing for him!
      (opens Mike's car
Well now, I think Sheriff Lucas


                       WALLY (cont'd)
will want to hear about this.
Mister Halloran, come with me,
      (exiting car)
You have no right! I want to talk
to my dad!
      (grabs Mike's arm)
Sounds like a good idea. We'll all
talk to your dad. Now, get in the
      (to Becky)
You come too.
Wally puts handcuffs on Mike, then walks him over to the
squad car and puts him in the back seat. Becky moves over to
the opposite door and gets in too. Mike looks out the window
at Pat.
Narcking on me was dumb, Pat. Real
I'm not afraid of you, you big
dork! Not any more! Or your doper
friends, or your old man, either!
You talk real tough now. We'll see
how tough you are later.
I would advise you to shut up,
Mike. Save your breath for the
interrogation. Pat, the ambulance
is ready to go.


PAT runs to the rear door, and jumps in. The ATTENDANT pulls
the door closed. JACK gets in the front passenger seat. The
ambulance speeds away.
JACK and the DRIVER are in the front seat.
That one punk ain't gonna make it,
what do you want to bet?
I wouldn't bet on a thing like
Why? He ain't nothing but a barf
He's a human being!
All right, okay, sorry!
Excu-u-u-se me-e-e! I didn't know
you were one of those do-gooders!
Still bet he croaks.
Jack stares at the driver.
TOKE, PAT, DAWN, and the ATTENDANT are in the back. The
attendant works over Toke, monitors his heartbeat, etc.
Is he alive?
Just barely.


The ambulance drives in and stops. NURSES and ORDERLIES rush
from the building.
TOKE and DAWN are wheeled down the hall by attendants and
JACK as PAT brings up the rear.
Inside the emergency room, DAWN and TOKE are placed on
examining tables. Medical personnel crowd around them. A
DOCTOR arrives and checks Dawn with a stethoscope, then
feels her limbs. She groans.
Clean her up, start a glucose
I.V., and get her up to x-ray.
Yes, doctor.
The doctor moves over to Toke, cuts open his shirt with a
scissors, then takes his pulse and listens to his heart with
a stethoscope.
Prep him for the O.R. and get him
up there right away. Blood type
him and give him a pint. Call in
the anesthesiologist. He's
hemorrhaging something fierce.
Is he stable enough for surgery?
Let's hope so. We got to go in.
It is sometime later. JACK sits in the hospital waiting
room, paging through a magazine. HAROLD and LUCILLE WATSON,
Toke's parents, are there too, sitting quietly together.


PAT enters the waiting room with a small compress taped to
his head. Jack arises to greet him.
Are you going to be okay?
Yeah. I got a bump on my head.
Dawn's gonna have a cast on her
arm. We both had blood tests.
With all the commotion, I haven't
introduced myself. I'm Jack
The new probation officer. I know.
I suppose you are taking me in for
probation violation.
SHERIFF LUCAS enters the waiting room. Pat walks over to him
and holds out his arms for the hand cuffs.
I'm ready, Sheriff Lucas.
The sheriff and Jack exchange glances.
If I let you go home, will you
promise me you will stay there?
And show yourself when I come to
Home? Why, sure! I promise!
All right. I'll trust you. If you
are lying to me, it will be your
failure, not mine.


Are you sure? We've been looking
for him for the last several
months, you know.
      (studying Pat)
If Pat says he'll stay put, I
believe him.
Thanks, Mister Johnson.
Stop at the office tomorrow and
cancel the pickup order, then.
It is some time later. Jack, Pat, Mr. and Mrs. Watson, and
Sheriff Lucas are all sitting in the waiting room. TOKE, on
a hospital bed, is wheeled into a nearby room.

The doctor, still dressed in surgical scrubs, enters the
waiting room. Everyone stands up.
How is our son?
      (looks tired)
Alive. We stopped the bleeding but
he lost a lot of blood before he
got here. And there is tissue
Can we see him?
I'm afraid not right now. The next
few hours will be critical, as he
comes out of shock. We'll just
have to wait and see.


Lucille leans against Harold and dissolves into tears. Pat
gets up and approaches her.
Mrs. Watson, Toke is my friend. I
want to stay here and wait with
Thank you. He will like that.
Won't your father be looking for
      (looks at watch)
Dad probably passed out about
three hours ago.
I'll stay a while, too.
I have to return to the scene and
wrap things up.
The sheriff approaches Mr. And Mrs. Watson and holds their
My prayers are with you.

Jack, I'll have Wally pick you up,
just before change of shift.
The sheriff walks O.S. as Jack, Pat, and the Watsons sit
down again.
It is some time later. All are still in the waiting room as
two nurses rush into Toke's hospital room. The doctor also
enters the room and leaves the door ajar. Toke is visible on
the bed.


For several seconds Pat, Jack, and the Watsons watch the
hospital room, anxiously. A faint, unsteady beep tone is
heard. The doctor checks Toke carefully. The beep tone
becomes long and steady, then it stops. The doctor steps
slowly from the room and closes the door.
Several views of Jack, Pat, and the Watsons as the doctor
slowly approaches them. Mrs. Watson breaks into tears.
No, Oh please, no!
Jack and Pat fight back their tears as the doctor puts his
arms around the parents.
I am sorry.
The doctor leads Mr. and Mrs. Watson back into the hospital
room and closes the door.
Jack looks at the hospital room door a long time, then
turns, wipes tears from his eyes, and looks O.S.
Come on.
Pat looks at Jack, hesitantly.
I'll take you home. Remember our
With what?
      (looking O.S.)
Our ride is here.
WALLY enters the waiting room.
Where's the Watsons?


Jack shakes his head. Pat says nothing, just looks away.
It's been a long night. Take us
Yeah, sure.
JACK and PAT sit in the back seat as WALLY drives.
Toke was wild, lived crazy. It's
no good living like that, wiping
yourself out with dope. Or booze,
like my dad.
You're right, you know. A person's
life ought to be worth something.
Well mine's gonna be. I won't end
up like Toke.
I'm glad to hear that. If you mean
it, last night wasn't a total
loss. In fact, it would even give
some value to Toke's death.
Pat says nothing, but looks O.S.
It's a busy place. A dispatcher talks on the radio and a
secretary is typing reports. JACK stands at the counter,
visiting with the SHERIFF.


I'll relieve you of Pat's hold
order, if you have it handy.
      (moves to bulletin
It ought to be posted right over
here. Here you go.
Sheriff hands paper to Jack.
      (chuckles, points
I finally get him in custody and I
can't hold him.
Jack turns around and sees PAT, sitting quietly in the
interrogation room. He waves at Jack. Jack waves and turns
back to the sheriff.
What's he doing here? Has there
been more trouble?
Hold on! Don't get your water hot!
He came in and gave me a statement
about Mike Halloran, that's all.
How does it look?
Solid. A real solid case. As soon
as Annie has everything typed I'm
meeting with the county attorney.
What about the Hallorans?
Mike isn't saying a word. The
Judge came down last night and
took him home.


Wow! This is going to be a real
touchy situation!
Isn't that the truth. Wally filled
me in on Toke. I've asked for an
autopsy. I need to see what was in
the kid's blood.
I bet you wish you hadn't gone
riding last night.
It was a short night. I got to bed
about three.
I haven't gotten to bed at all.
Connie! You must be dead on your
It goes with the job. We didn't
clear the accident scene until
5:15 because of the fire and all,
and I've been doing the paperwork
ever since.
                       ANNIE (V.O.)
The reports are done, Connie.
Thanks, Annie.
The sheriff walks over to Annie's desk. She hands him a
batch of papers.
I'll be with Brian Fitzsimmons.
Are you done with Pat?


Yup. For now.
You mind if I take him home?
Not a bit. It would save me a
Then you'd better get some sleep,
old timer.
Yes, mom.
JACK and PAT are going down the highway. They are both
silent a moment.
So. Where have you been hiding the
past several months?
Around home. Dad told everybody I
was out of state. It was a lie.
Where is your dad, anyway? Did he
come in with you?
He dropped me off on his way to
the stone quarry.
He made you go through this all
alone? That must have been awful


Dad had to work, otherwise he'd be
My dad really isn't that bad a
Not that bad? He's a drunk! You
said so yourself last night!
Last night was me talking about my
dad. That's different. Sure, he
drinks, he drinks a lot, but it
hasn't always been that way.

Since mom left it's been just dad
and me. He raised me, alone, since
I was little - fed me, bought my
clothes, taught me to hunt and
trap - and it hasn't been easy for
him. His back is real bad, from
working in the quarry.

But he never complains about the
pain. I have to help him get up
sometimes in the morning, he's so
stiff and sore. And the booze, it
takes away some of the hurting.
Jack looks at Pat and listens as he drives.
But my dad keeps on going, and
he's never asked for a penny of
welfare. It would have been easier
for him to dump me years ago, to
put me in a home or something, but
he didn't cuz he loves me.
Pat fights back his tears.


So don't you dare say anything bad
about my old man!
I-I'm sorry, Pat. I had no right
to say what I did.
      (a tear on his
You damn right you didn't. So why
don't you just shut up!
Jack looks at Pat, opens his mouth to speak, but says
nothing. The two ride on in silence.
It is located in the courthouse. BRIAN FITZSIMMONS is
reading the police reports. The SHERIFF is also present.
As for Lundin, Lee, and Lutes, I
think we should go with a W & R
this time. They are small potatoes
compared to Mike Halloran.
It's all here, Connie. Between
your report and the statement of
this O'Connor boy, Mike Halloran
can be charged with felony
possession of a controlled
substance and possession with
intent to sell. Still, I hate to
charge him out.
What are you saying, Brian? Why


The blood workup from Watson's
autopsy will, I'm sure, confirm
the fact that the kid was high on
pot at the time of the accident,
but that doesn't tell us where the
drug came from.
      (pulls report from
Speaking of autopsy, here's the
toxicology report. Toke was full
of THC.

As far as the pot is concerned,
how about Pat O'Connor? He was an
eyewitness to the whole thing.
That he was, and our entire case
will revolve around his testimony.
That's what scares me.
You can explain yourself better
than that, Brian.
Connie, do you realize what we
have here? We're saying that the
son of the Hawkins County Judge is
selling dope and is fencing stolen
property. And we're basing the
case on the testimony of one
person, who is a minor, and a
juvenile delinquent at that!
Pat will testify.
Sure, he says that now, but will
he say that at the hearing, when
he is under pressure? Or, will he
clam up? And even if he does
testify, will he be believed?


                       BRIAN (cont'd)

After all, this O'Connor kid has
appeared as a delinquent before
Mike Halloran's father! The
defense can make a good argument
that O'Connor has a grudge and is
trying to smear the Hallorans, or
that he's trying to cover his own
A setup?
Right. Pat O'Connor was in the
car. He ran with that bunch. Maybe
it was his stash that Watson took!
I don't believe that for a minute
and I don't think you do either.
Besides, there was no THC in Pat's
blood. We tested him too.
It doesn't matter what I believe.
It's what the presiding Judge...
JUDGE HALLORAN appears in the doorway.
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
I understand that you are
considering drafting a petition of
felony delinquency against my son.
Yes, I am considering it.
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
I'm here to say, Brian, to do what
you feel is right. That is what
you were elected to do, as was I.
If you have the facts for a case,
don't hesitate because it is my
son we are talking about.


                       JUDGE HALLORAN (cont'd)

I will have Judge Pavlov hear the
case, of course.
Thank you. I needed to hear that.
I think we need to have the
District Court Administrator make
the special judicial appointment,
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
You are right. That would be the
proper procedure.
Judge Halloran enters Brian's office, walks to his desk, and
leans into Brian's face, threateningly.
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
That does not mean I will have my
son take a charge lying down,
Brian. What you charge, you damn
well better be able to prove,
because I am going to make you
prove it! My son will admit to
Judge Halloran turns and strides out of the room, leaving
the sheriff and Brian looking at each other.
If Pat O'Connor folds under this
we'll not only loose the case,
we'll look like fools!
Brian, you know as well as I do
that the word is already out on
the streets. I would much rather
risk looking foolish once in a
while than to look like I'm part
of a coverup.


You've got me there. See you in
JACK walks down the hall and stops at a door that says
"Chambers." He stops, straightens his tie, pulls a notebook
from his pocket, and enters.
SUSAN, Judge Halloran's secretary, sits at a small desk,
Hi Susan. How is he?
Really uptight.
I was afraid of that.
Jack approaches another door and knocks on it.
                       JUDGE HALLORAN (V.O.)
Come in.
JUDGE HALLORAN is sitting behind his desk, writing, as JACK
Judge, I'm here for the monthly
case reviews.
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
It's that time again? Let's get it
over with.
If this is a bad time I could come
back later.
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
I haven't had any good times
lately. We'll do it now.


      (sits, opens
The first one is Robert Baker, on
indefinite probation for
misdemeanor shoplifting. Bob is
doing better in class this past
The Judge looks at Jack, then stares off into the distance.
He is still working at the A and P
after school, and his parents
report that he is getting along
better at home. He is keeping
curfew. I had a personal contact
with him this month at school,
during his study hall. If his
present progress continues I will
be recommending discharge in a
couple of months.
      (pauses, looks at
       the Judge)
Is something wrong?
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
I was just thinking, in a little
while you may have a sheet on Mike
in there.
Jack gets up and leans over the Judge's desk.
Judge, I know you've got to be
hurting about that. It's natural.
You have a right.
The Judge stares at Jack, his face hardening.
Talk to someone about it. Don't
bottle it up inside. That's no


                       JUDGE HALLORAN
Well thank you for those profound
words of wisdom, Mister Johnson!
I meant no disrespect.
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
Never mind! I don't need to be
patronized by my probation staff!
You may go. We'll finish this
another time.
Look, it's obvious to more people
than me that you are hurting.
Being a Judge does not make you
superhuman. You aren't above being
affected by all of this, so quit
trying to act like you are!
The Judge stands up, his voice getting louder.
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
Why, you pompous -
I'm pompous! That's the pot
calling the kettle black!
The Judge moves toward Jack, threateningly.
                       JUDGE HALLORAN
I ought to throw you out of here!
For what? For telling you the
truth? The Judge Halloran who
hired me wouldn't do that.

Are you still that man?


                       JUDGE HALLORAN
Get out! Get out of here, or I
WILL throw you out!
Jack and the Judge are both furious. Jack slams his case
book shut, turns, and stomps out of the Judge's chambers.
I couldn't help but hear.
You were right. He is uptight. If
I don't see you again, it's been
Jack exits into the hallway and slams the door behind him.
JACK pulls up in his car. He jumps out and walks up to the
door, carrying a bouquet of flowers. He rings the doorbell.
      (to self)
Tonight shall be ours, my queen.
The outside light comes on and MARK opens the door.
Yes, what do you want?
Jack stares at Mark, then at his bouquet, self-consciously.
Are you Mark, by any chance?
Could be. Who are you?
Is Marianne around?
                       MARIANNE (V.O.)
Who is it, Mark?


MARIANNE comes to the door. She is dressed in shorty pajamas
and is combing her hair. When she sees Jack, she freezes.
Jack. What a surprise!
Yeah, for me, too. I come over to
see my lady and find another guy.
Look, there's no strings on me! I
don't have to answer to you!
Mister, whoever you are, I don't
think my friend wants you
bothering her. Now buzz off!
Jack looks at both Marianne and Mark for a moment as though
trying to comprehend what is going on. He raises his hand to
rub his head and becomes aware of the flowers in his hand.
He looks back at the pair, more subdued.
Um, sure dude, everything's cool.
You are right, Marianne. I had no
right to expect - ah, here,
Mari-Marianne, please accept these
along with my deepest apologies. I
didn't mean to intrude.
Marianne takes the flowers from Jack.
      (with tears in his
Maybe we can have a cup of coffee
some time. Good bye. I'm sorry.
Jack turns and slowly walks away. Marianne watches him
depart. A tear runs down her cheek.


It is noisy and dimly lit. There is cigarette haze in the
air. A STRIPPER dances to blatant stripper music on a small
stage. Several working class men, with beers in their hands,
stand at the base of the stage and hoot and holler. JACK
sits at the bar in the background, alone. He is drunk,
watching the stripper. A BARTENDER is behind the bar,
watching the stripper and smoking a cigarette.
      (singing, with the
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine,
when ya gonna let me get sober.
He slops down another drink.
Hey, garcon, my cup no longer
spilleth over.
The bartender steps up to the bar in front of Jack with
another drink and puts it down in front of him. He takes
some money from a stack of bills Jack has put on the bar.
Muchos grassy-ass, mein sewer!
Jack slides off his bar stool and takes his money, putting
it in his pocket. He takes his drink and staggers his way
through the laborers to the base of the stripper's stage.
The stripper plays up to him, grinding away in front of his
face. At one point we see her from the back. She is dressed
in black mesh stockings and a black bikini type costume.
There is a noticeable hole in her stocking on her thigh,
with several runs going down her leg.
Jack makes eye contact with the stripper as she grinds away
some more. He smiles lustily as he sips his drink. The
laborers whoop and holler.


Jack looks down at his drink and back at the stripper. His
smile fades. He slowly moves away from the stage and sits
down at a nearby table. The stripper moves on to another
JACK puts his drink to his lips. A hand touches his
shoulder. It is MARIANNE.
Jack looks around, embarrassed. He finds another chair and
pulls it up for Marianne. She sits down.
What are you doing here?
      (picking up his
       whiskey glass)
I should be asking you that. But
then, I think I know the answer.
Look, I'm sorry about the scene at
your place. I didn't realize you
had another boyfriend.
The bartender approaches their table.
      (downs his drink)
A screwdriver for the lady,
please. and, while you are at it,
bring me another one of these.
      (grabs Jack's arm)
No! No, please! Earlier this
evening you said something about a
cup of coffee. I'm ready for mine
now. And I think you are too.
      (to bartender)
She's right. Another time.
The bartender leaves as Jack and Marianne get up and exit.


JACK and MARIANNE are seated in a booth. There are two
coffee cups in front of them.
Are you okay?
      (nods head,
Yup. Sure am.
      (shakes head,
Nope, I sure am not. But I don't
blame you. I've been so wrapped up
in myself and the job lately, if I
were you, I wouldn't have waited
What's troubling you? I've never
seen you like this!
I've run into lots of things
lately that don't add up, that
don't make sense, and that I can't

I saw a kid die, Marianne, hopped
up on dope, and it shouldn't have

I froze up at an accident scene
and if the sheriff hadn't talked
me through it I could have made
things even worse.

I located that runaway kid I told
you about, then said something
dumb and bummed him out so bad,
I'll probably never regain his

I smarted off to the Judge and may
end up getting my ass fired.


                       JACK (cont'd)

And it was all so stupid! I can't
believe I did all that!
      (kissing Jack)
Why Jack Johnson, I do believe
that you've discovered that life
isn't one big joke, and that you
aren't perfect and don't have all
the answers.
      (regains composure)
Better late than never, I suppose.
Hey there, sport, we'll take this
slow and get through it okay.
We? But you and Mark...
There isn't any me and Mark. I had
a headache and went to bed early
tonight. Mark came over just to
talk and have a cup of coffee,
like we are now. Mark and I have
never had more than that, Jack.
We're just friends.
I thought -
Oh I have to confess, I thought
about it with Mark or someone
else, because I got the impression
you don't need me anymore.
Marianne takes a Kleenex from her purse, wipes her nose and
eyes. Jack puts his arms around her.


      (kisses Marianne)
And that was the biggest and
dumbest of my mistakes. Can you
forgive me?
Well, probably not. Watching you
squirm is a real blast. But if I
were to forgive you, what would it
be worth to you?
You are in the driver's seat. You
tell me.
Marianne holds up her hand and examines it.
You ah, you still have those
Marianne, would you?
Yes, this hand definitely needs
something. I think those rings,
that one in particular, will fix
it up just fine.
I'm the luckiest man in the world,
and I don't deserve you.
What? No jokes?
No jokes. Just me.
Jack and Marianne embrace.


JACK sits at his desk, dictaphone in hand.
Subject states he has broken up
with Paula Bateman, comma, whom he
now refers to as quote "Zitface"
unquote because, comma, as he puts
it, comma, she has developed a
case of terminal acne, period.
Both parents and the Mazaska
police indicate that no new
problems have developed. Period.
LISA, the secretary, enters the office with a load of mail.
      (drops mail on
       Jack's desk.)
Got a bunch.
Lisa turns to leave and sees PAT standing in the hallway.
Mister Johnson?
      (sorting mail)
You have company.
      (standing up)
Pat! I wasn't expecting you,
although this is a pleasant
Lisa sits at secretary's desk next to Jack and starts
How's your head?


Oh that. It was just a bump. Had a
headache for a day, that was all.
      (looking at noisy
Let's go in the other room.
Jack and Pat walk out the door.
JACK opens the door which says "Commissioners Room" and he
and PAT enter.
This is where the county board
It's okay. They know I'm the best
Juvenile Probation Officer in the
county. Come on in.
The commissioners room has a long table in it with fancy
leather chairs around it.
      (grabs a name
Do you want to be chairman?
Sure. This is as close as I'll
ever get.
Jack puts the "Chairman" name plate in front of a chair and
Pat sits down.
Say, about the other night, what I
said about your dad, I had no
right and I'm really sorry.


I'm okay with that. I shouldn't
have lost it with you, either.
After all, I was the one who was
hiding out, and you could have
arrested me the other night.
Oh and happy birthday. I saw in
your file you were sixteen
Since you are sixteen now the
truancy won't go to court. I want
to keep you on probation for a
while yet, until the charges on
Mike are taken care of.
That thing with Mike is going to
be real tough.
Yes, it will be. He has denied the
charges so there will be a trial.
You will have to testify.

You will testify, won't you?
Going to court and testifying
against Mike really scares me. But
then I think about Toke, stuck in
that hearse and dying, and me and
Dawn, just lucky to escape alive,
and Mike's dope causing it all.
I just can't let him get by with
Brian Fitzsimmons is a good
prosecutor. He will help you.
Listen to him.


                       JACK (cont'd)
I will.
After this is all over, what do
you want to do?
I know I don't want to go back to
There isn't much anybody can do
without training. You like being
outdoors, in the hills and
forests, don't you?
Yeah, I can go for that any time.
I want you to take some tests with
Voc-rehab. Judging from what
Sheriff Lucas told me maybe, just
maybe, you have natural talents in
Don't know. Never been much good
at tests.
But these tests are different. You
can't fail them. They tell you
what your aptitude is, what kind
of jobs you are good at.
Mister Johnson, if -


Jack. Call me Jack.
Jack, if you think I should take
the tests, then I know it's for my
own good. I'll do it.
Great. I'll set it up with the
Sounds good.
There is a pause. Pat frowns.
Is there something wrong?
Oh no, it's nothing like that. Its
just that...well, it's Dawn. We've
been friends, it's been great with
us, but since the accident, she's
changed. She knows I'm going to
testify against Mike and she
doesn't like it one bit.
But Pat, you have to testify. The
whole case depends on you!
I know, geez, do I know it! I wish
it wasn't that way because all of
a sudden I'm real unpopular. The
guys don't bother me but Dawn,
that's something else again.
Do you love Dawn Lundin?
Yeah, I think I do.


It isn't easy, is it? I wish Dawn
felt differently. You don't need
this extra pressure.
She thinks I'm narcking on Mike. I
suppose she's right. But if I
don't, who will speak for Toke? He
can't speak for himself anymore.
Jack moves over to Pat and puts his arm around his
You are right, and you will do
what's right.
      (nods his head)
I got to go. Dad's waiting out
front. See ya, Jack.
Sure. Keep in touch.
JACK is talking on the phone.
What do you mean, it may not be
possible? Scott, this kid needs
your services. He's on hard times
and before it's over, he'll have
it even tougher!
One hour? You bet I want to talk
to you!
Jack hangs up the phone and walks out of the office.


SCOTT is a counselor with the Department of Vocational
Rehabilitation. He is seated behind his cluttered desk
talking to JACK, who is seated in a chair.
I know! I know! I've heard it
before! Everybody's case is a good
Not like this they aren't. It took
me two months just to get within
talking distance of Pat O'Connor
and now he's willing to be tested.
Look, I got my budget cut by
fourteen thousand already this
year and lord knows how much
deeper they'll hack! I've got guys
lined up in the halls that are
handicapped and deserve a chance,
and you're asking me to put a punk
delinquent at the head of the
You're darn right I am.
He doesn't know what he wants to
do. No sixteen year old kid knows
what he wants to do. Probably
can't even read the test
questions! Why, I bet you he'd
chicken out, wouldn't even show!
That's what happens with most of
A steak dinner if he doesn't.
And for my wife, too?


      (pauses, sighs)
And for Deb, too.
You're on! Tomorrow at 9:00 a.m.
sharp I'll test him, right here.
AND, at 6:30 p.m. sharp Deb and I
will be eating at Rafferty's, on
you. Thank you, Jackie boy!
Jack and Scott shake hands and grin smugly at each other.
JACK and PAT are on their way to Scott Richter's office.
Tests freak me out. I hate them!
You can't afford to think like
that. Now relax. You'll do fine.
What happens after?
If all goes well, Voc-rehab will
come across with some money to
train you on a job, that's what.
It's worth a try, I guess.
You'll do more than try. Scott
will be begging to give you
training money when he sees how
smart you are.
Jack and Pat smile at each other.


JACK sits in Scott's office. SCOTT enters from a back room
in which PAT is seen sitting at a desk, writing. Scott
closes the door.
You got him here, I got to give
you credit for that.
Not only that, he'll surprise you
on aptitude.
      (pause, looks at
How much longer?
A few more minutes. He's about
done. I really meant it when I
said the my funds are low. The
governor cut us way back.
Money is tight all over, that's
true. Corrections has been
trimmed, too. But you have to
admit I haven't sent you many
referrals. I've thought about
sending others but they just
didn't seem like good risks. Pat
O'Connor, he's different, and he
really needs a break.
He probably has no aptitude
anyhow. We're probably worrying
for nothing.
Don't say that. You've already
lost two steak dinners over this.


      (scratches head.)
Not really. I've made the
reservations. It's just that I'm
buying for Deb and me tonight.

There goes my beer money for the
rest of the month.
A new Lincoln town car is parked among the tombstones. MIKE,
jogging and with a back pack, enters the cemetery and
approaches a man near the car. The man is dressed casually,
with sunglasses on. He wears a tam.
                       MAN WEARING TAM
So this is where they planted
                       MAN WEARING TAM
For a dirtball he wasn't too bad.
But he sure couldn't handle his
Toke's dead and in hell, where he
belongs. Give me the stuff, so I
can get out of here.
The man and Mike walk over to the Lincoln where he opens the
trunk. Inside is a false bottom. He lifts the bottom, pulls
out a large bag of marijuana, and hands it to Mike.
                       MAN WEARING TAM
Green for green.
      (handing over a
       bunch of money)


Mike slips off his back pack, takes the marijuana, and
shoves it inside.
This may be my last buy.
                       MAN WEARING TAM
Got busted for selling. They're
taking me to court. They have a
witness, Pat O'Connor. You know
him. Lives out by the bluffs. If
he were wasted, there'd be no
Mike puts the marijuana-filled back pack back on.
                       MAN WEARING TAM
That's your worry, not mine.
Oh yes it is. I'm not taking the
heat for this alone. Pat narcked
on me, he deserves to be wasted.
If he isn't and I get sent to Red
Wing, I'll make sure the cops find
out about you.
                       MAN WEARING TAM
Don't be dumb.
Don't you be. Take care of Pat and
I won't have to say anything.
Mike turns and jogs away. The man watches him depart,
clenching his jaws, angrily.
JACK is seated at his desk, using the dictaphone as the
phone rings.


This officer advised Tom's mother
to -

Probation Office, Johnson
speaking. Yeah Scott. Topped out!
Fantastic! I knew that kid was
something special. I'll tell Pat
right away!
Jack hangs up the phone and rushes O.S.
PAT and DAWN are sitting on the grass, talking. Dawn is
still wearing a cast on her arm. JACK drives up the
driveway, stops by the two teenagers, and gets out of his
      (running over to
It's happened! Pat, you did it!
Hi, Dawn. Glad to see you!
Hello. What's the good news?
You've talked to Mister Richter?
Yup, and your scores in
conservation went right through
the roof. Smokey the Bear could
learn a thing or two from you!
Scott's trying to line up some
training money for you, too.
You hear that, Pat? Here comes
your break. Go for it and forget
about that trial.


Oh no, Pat, you can't do that. The
case will fold without you. You
are the star witness!
Then Mike would go free.
What am I hearing here? What's so
bad about Mike going free?
And how about Toke, Dawn? You were
there that night. You saw him
That's right Pat, I saw him die.
And I cried at his funeral, and I
really meant it, too. But Toke
lost it on pot that night like he
always did. He's dead! Hanging
Mike out to dry won't change that!
Dawn looks at Pat and Jack, who are silent.
Well? Will it?
Dawn stomps over to her bicycle, climbs on, and pedals away.
It may be to argue, but at least
she's talking to you again.
She came out here to try and talk
me out of going to court, but I