POPEYE, Screenplay by JULES FEIFFER Based on the comic strip by E. C. Segar ROBERT ALTMAN, Director FINAL DRAFT ROBERT EVANS, Producer2. sou: POPETE wesic FADE Dis SUT SgOT FROM THE MAX FLEISCHER ANTUATED FOPEZE: The foredeck of a ship FOCUSING on twin doors leading dele deck. he doors Sly oyen. FORETE CZEDIT FLASEES CN between doors. ‘The doors fly shut, then open again. MOVE DN on open doorvay through which WE SEE not a carton but EXRe SMEETSAVEN GRP ~ DAMM Dawn on a bacy sumer day, the haze so thick that the bleached hart Bleeds alzost invisibly into the cela, shimmering sea. hat ve can see of the wharf (uhich is not much: ‘a piling or twa, barrels, crates, a wheel of rope) is crude, old and seasoned. “The setziag here, a8 everywhere in the fils, is simple, Uncartooay, tut pared down to plain, no-nonsense bare tones. CAMERA MOVES thrcugh doorvay SOT = LOOKING OUT TD SEA SOUND: FOGHORNS, loud and mted, under vhieh VE ZEAR A ZOWBOAT, ITS CARLOCKS ATELING, AFPROACEING FH A DISMNCE. The single occupant of the vovboat, barely discernible in the hace, Ci! == SEAR) SINGOIG ‘A SONG which grove Louder and core audible as ZE LOOMS YORE CISA, Demo view. POPEZE (Sings) I'm Popeye the sailor can, I'n Popeye ‘the sailor can... atc. cms CAMERA MOVES If on edge of vhart SOUND: The rovioat arvives, 2ANGS against a piling, a can clisbs the piling to the wharf. ‘Throughout, he bas Seen {UTIEEING to biowelZ. POPEZE, (Q.S, mutter while tying ‘up boat) ‘Tdontt see co Sveethaven onna chart here. en degrees starboard here. Anudder 20 degrees startoard here. Forty degrees rort here. Nasty Zend! lot a0 Seeethaven, this should be Nasty Zend, I never makes aavagravations? errors. ‘here's sa udder chart? -2. CONTD 7 : . B SOUND: CHARTS UNFLAPPING, CRACKLING FOPEYE : (0.8, mutters). Now I'n over here Sut I wuz over dere . . an’ den I sailed over dis way... A shipping chart creeps ‘over the edge of the pier. SOUND: FOPEYE CLIMBING THE LADDER TO THE WHARF. Over the side of the whatf appears a hand, then a forser ‘The forearm is swollen te exsraordinary size, one misplaced muscle, on it 2 tattoo of an anchor. stays in place. further movement of any kind. goes by and then over the edge of the pier pops Mashed in face, one eye in a pernenent squint, a corncob pipe jammed into his kisser. “_FOPEYE (reads map, autters) Oh, here it is right here. Nasty tend. Except it ain't, It's Sweethaving. They changed th' name o' the town om ue is wot t done. Thass2 good one on me, ‘(Whuckles) ANGLE ON POPEYE POPEYE tosses his duffel bag onto the dock, He bounds onto the dock. PEYE Can't find a town if they changes the the name on 7a, can ya? Sveethaving is ik? Wreckheving is nore like it. ‘So many wrecks out there I coulda walked 7 the last Inot. Erf, ert. POPEYE sees the town drunk, BILL BARNACLE, upon the crow's nest. POPEYE Ahoy! BILL BARNACLE drops his tostle, HE goes after = POPEYE . Nice lookin' swab. Guess, he didn't see me. Guess his eye sike ain't so good. He should eat carroks. Minds me o' th’ time,four months at sea onna Saucy Mazy, lost our zroc: 2a day blow roundin® cape. Nuttin! on board +! 2 oks. After six weeks o' cer- roks me eye sike got so good I could see thru walls, See the fishes on the botton of the oceang. After ten weeks o' car- roks I could see thru flesh, look 2 men thru to his bare tones, Ya can go to fer5 REVISED 1/20 3. 2. corp : POPEYE” . wit' a good t'ing, even eye sike. 3.° , SHOT | BEAIND POFEYS wHAT HE SEES: : Gut of the haze put-puts a tiny moter scooter.” On it, a tall, thin man in Graustarkian uniform, wearing a top hat. This is the TAX-MAN, Attached to the handlebars of his bike is a tin donation cup with the word TAX lettered on S its side, He comes to a halt in front of POPEYE. 42 2A # Fou just dock? POPEYE AND TAXMAN “os . POFEYE a pe : : TAXMAN That'll be 2 25-cent Docking-Tax. Where's your seeareft? POFEYE t ain't a seacraff, it's 2 rowocat and it's under da wharf.Be cont REVISED 1/19 wees : P+ max-HaN , (Waking notes) Ubshuh, whnubes 7 - Gndicates’ Popey ‘paraphenaiza) - Tour goods?. . They ise Youtre new in town, right? =. =. _(Fopeye nods) Comzedore? TAL Is that in the nature There's 2 nickel Question. PORE ‘Ferget it. ‘He hands the Tax-Han a couple of bills. Popeye scowls, digs 4 TA-UAN = 3 Eeact change, please. I’m an exact change Tax-tan.-. . . “ ‘ 7 the donation cup, cuttering throughcut. to Ais pants and drops a aunber of coins inteREVISED 1/20 5 3. conn oe AT the top of the dock, six saps curiously look at POPEYE TAXMAN.“ Kids! It's a S-cent curiousity tax. 7 “| ‘TAXMAN takes off after then.” a POFEYE STARTS BIS WALK TOWARDS TOWN Oo : 5 POPEYE. , (mutters) Dis tax, dat tax. Who's oad? Me? I aintt mad. I'm disgustipated is all , not aad. Tt ain't ay town.I ain't got no ‘right t'be mad. I got a right to be disgustipated. Nobody fools wit me right t'de disgustipated. POPEYE sees BILL BARNACLE fall over. j “ : POFEYE (mutters) Dat swab don't see where he's goin’ So good,he makes me hungry fer carroks. CONTINUING HIS WAIK HE SEES HARRY ROTCASH and CHERRY. 5 a POPEYE Oo 7 (mutters) Maybe ‘at nice lockin' laéy and sennulman knows where I can find ae a berth fer the night. ‘THE CAT FIGHT STARTS, / (mutters) * Avast! He oughta't oughta do t'at. . Pokin' 2 lady is against me moreliky. . Interkerfering betwixt 2 an and his lady is against ue moraliky. I'm disgustipeted. Tgot paralysy o'th' norelixy. CHERRY EITS HARRY HOTCASE POPEYE (mutters) Hang one of ‘in fer me, sister. Exf,erf. You‘lets people handles’ their own problems, it comes out right every time ‘xcept when it don't. 7 POPEYE GOMES TO HOTEL SIGN. o POFETE (matters) Meybe they got a room fer renk here. HOTEL SIGN SWING TO OTHER SIDE, continues his walk.~ REVISED 2/20 3, contd = THE SIX TOUGHS are carrying a piano. . FIRST TOUGH Got it? Jt SECOND. ToUGE -I got it. - “TEIRD TOUGH . Got it. - FOURTH TOUGH I got it. You got it? pe in the ciddle of the road. He bends ever to pick it up. At thet aonent, the SIX control of the piano and it goes over, just POPEYE. * POFEYE (mutters) Rice lookin! pipe. T ain't nad @ good pipe since the terrible Toar snacked a pipe down ne t'roat so hard, fer six aunts, I was Dlowin' smoke outta ze toe— nails. ‘At wuz a good fight. Erf,ent. But I’hated t'icse me pipe. POPEYE CONTINUES WAIK. POPEYE (mutters) Quiet little town. Wot too sig. ot foo small, ot etty. Not too apy, cad be where T had ne fight to da finich wit' Softie Coogen, Three hundred pounds c! glop. We might still be fightin' 'xcep' Softie fell . “asleep onna third day, Nice swab, Softie. ‘THE SIX -TOUGHS are moving the piano. SIX?E TOUGH Got it? FIRST TOUGE I got it. ~ SECOND TOUGH I'm the one who's got it. ‘THIRD TOUGE > + teo. Z got POPEYE CONTINUES HIS WAIX, THE EOUSEWIVES SPOT POPEYE AND THEN OISPERSE.Be VAbULy Ly conn (Matters) I kein understan' not wantin! t! say Mello ta a stranger wot he ain't Antredooched. They cud be a crock ora wiseguy. So don't say hello. (Falsetto) They didn't. (norzal) Me feelints ain't hurt. (Sings) "Blow Me Dewn.'" MERCHANTS" POV Four or five uerchants, their tacks to us, huddle together én front of their shops, watchiag Popeye approach. Sone wear straw beaters, others wear aprons. They shrink into the shadows on Fopeye's advance. FOLIOWING POPETE He approaches the merchants and vaves in a friendly fashion. POPETE (aterrupts song) ~. 7 Gemiltsen. T yon lost fer 2 nice, clean roomin' house. The merchants separate at the sound of bis voice and flee inside their stores, SLUCING doors, rolling down shades, unvinding awnings. ALL very fast. POPEYE 2 Qtatters) I guess they got,a sundding 7ush of bisness. 7 (falsetto) Yeah? (Qlormal) Yeah! (Zalsetto) Ya wantss cake sun'pin outta it? (Sings) "Blow Me Dow." Taroughout his song, Fopeye’continues his walk down the cobblestoned main ‘street, passing erchants who SLAM their doors in his face and Wonen who flee dovn alleys vith theiz children:| | a _=—siris—sse direction so that it reseables an inverted pyramid. stands a large, striped unbrella, GEEZIL, a bearded Russian “aressed in black serge, except for his white chef's cap, views S . Popeye's, approach with grave suspicion. : POPEYE AND GzE2zL POPEYE (Interrupts song) ieee | Geezil gravely chakes his head no. POPETE : You ain't got carroks? a Fooey on carrots. Take broccoli. POPEYE I yam inna acod fer carroks. . =m “Pooey on carrots. ‘Take spinach. Geezil holds up a can of spizach. Fopeye glares at the spinach can. +, Behind Popeye and Geezil, sone distance away, the six toughs MOVE TH AND OU? OF THE FRAME carzying the piano. FOURTE TOUGL - FOE cout POPEYE “Te Sorantea ‘spinach, I-would aks fer - spinach.’ - I yam inna ‘mood fer carzoks.Be tarts to wank bees” ~"so'why didn't he say so?” EEZIL (olds out a tunch of carrots) : For you it's a dollar. ’ POPEYE ‘Bow euch issa broccoli? ear, A nickel, caybe a dine. ‘Bow such issa spinach? : eam A dine, maybe a quarter. 5 POPEYE ‘So how cone ze carroks issa dollar? ea £1.50. You tuy what I don't feel Like selling, it costs two. dollars, Popeye tosses Geezil a coin. Hey, deadbeat, this is a nickel! 7 POPEYE I pays wot I feels like payin! EDS run pess TAXMAN, -HE takes off after them,os REVISED 1/19 cont cy) G2 : POPEE . (Sings) "Blow se Down. PACKING SOT = FOLLOW POPETE POFEYS (Interrupts song) I guess they custa just filled up. guess this one has just filled up toc.. I guess there cust’ be @ convenshink in towne (with growing irritation) Well, gnats to you! BOL, OFL HOUSE ~ Tay One house renains ‘on the street, as scall as the others but in considerably better shape. Its vacancy sign is still in the window. Popeye stops singing, aounts the porch and is about to Imock wher he hears VOICES inside. FIRST TOUGE (0.3.) Easy now, Got it? SECOND TOUGH THIRD TOUGE FOUR TOuGE @.5.) Tdontt got it. SOUND: PIANO CRASHING 10 FICOR inside hous . Popeye looks on, his fist still poised to mock, when the door ies open. ‘The six toushs file cut, brusquely brushicg Popeye ff the porea, icocking bin inte the street.| i i a REVISED 1/19 con't ANGLE ON. POPEYE lying in gutter watching the SIX T0UGHS stride off. In the open doorway stands NANA OYL, a short, souncy woman in ner late 50's. POFEYE rises slowly, full of menace, his attention focussed on the SIX TOUGHS, unnindful of NANA, Standing by. Nana Worry, worry, worry. sane POPEYE (muttering) "Got ik?" "I got ik." "I don't got ik I got a letk, I got aright, I gota -*** ‘Gwisker...! RANA Are you the piano tuner or the aan with ou the party favors? POFEYE whirls on WANA, exploding. : POPEYE Well, if ya ain't got e room fer renk, how come ya got a sign up ‘at says 7a got a roon fer renk? wars Waat? For what? FOPEYE approaches NANA. FOFEYE Renk! nie! (FAlsetto) Izza women deef? WANA Oh, ay stars end gard * a Billion miles away you catch your death 1 My mind wes Come in before f mud. Come in! IND. OFD Saitvar DAT She ushers him into a ndrrow, wellpepered hellway leading to 2 staircase behind, and a sitting room off to her OLIVE Yi comes rushing dow tae stairs, discarding an ugly hat, She has other nets underneath, OLIVE is talser then FO: and slender, OLITE I'm sorry, Mother, it's ugly. I ask you, have you ever seen anything so ugly?Se REVISED 1/19 7 12 conn OLIVE DUMPS the hat on the staircase and exemines her- self in the hall mirror, She shekes her head. OLIVE I won't be engaged in this hat! PASSING then, is OLIVE'S fether, COLE OYL, reading = newspeper. He glares at OLIVE as he passes thea. COLE I heard that, Don't think I didn't hear that, NANA grabts the newspaper out of nis hands. Live Ugly, There's nothing left to say. What do you think? COLE (to POFEYE) She owe's ne an apology. NANA I think it's up to you, dear. OLIVE walks towards POPEYE. OLrvE What do you think? SHE walks back to the airror, OLIVE e's ugly! I think it's e conspiracy. OLIVE walks back to the staircase and trades hats. and returns to the mirror. OLIVE would they manufacture deliverate ugliness unless they wanted ae to look ugly? If we find that out, we find out everything! them, CASTOR OYL, OLIVE'S brother is disclosed. CASTOR (Shouts) Stranger in town! CASTOR venishes. SHE sizes herself up in this next hat and begins to slower. OLIVE T can't get engaged OLIVE NANA AND FOFEYEREVISED 1/19 : 5 14 corrD FOPEYE Olive...0yi? Very strange...erf,ert. OLIVE * You're short. Or are you just passing yourself off as short? SHE is still struggling with the door, POREYE Cud T see me room? vs 4s if I cared, SHE flings the door open on 2 small comfortable room. The door BANGS so hard against the wall a picture falls to the floor, OLIVE goes flying across the room co the window. OLIVE, (to POFEYE) Now realiz! POPEYE'S 2EDROOM Small, low ceilinged and cosy. A big soft single bed with a brass head, and footrest, OLIVE has imocked over the table which is infront of the window. She struggles co raise the blinds, ‘The flap around and around. She tries to drew the curtains, which ere 2 little too- nigh over her head. ‘They rip and come down. She shuts er eyes in en attempt to regain ker tempe: : FOFEYE It's 2 real nice room. FOPEYE dumps his duffel beg on the bed. OLIVE whirls on him, She swings the duffel bag off the onto = wicker chair wnich collapses under its weight, She glares at POPEYE. OLIVE Careful how you treat the bed! I'11 nave you know this bed selonged to my Uncle, Crude O71, who got washed up in Weehawken! POFSYE places his hand on the kmob of the bed and it cones off, He is stuck holding it. OLIVE See what you alnost did so the bed? OLIVE sits on che ted, it collapses. fall but doesn't.AEViney 4/49 . c a oLrve You'll have to tell OLIVE walks to staircase, : OLIVE We have to cancel the perty tomorrow night, It's not ay feult that it's ugly. OLIVE Turns to FOPEYE. : OLIVE What are you doing’ listening in on a private conversation my mother? I've a good mind to have my father call a policenan. NANA Olive, would you show Hr... POPEYE, Popere. ANA '- eye the spare room, OLIVE I don't see why I have to do anything on the day before ny engagement party when nothing is ready, especially ne. NANA Go upstairs, Mr, Eye, Olive will show you your room. TRACKING SHOT - FOPEYE AND OLIVE on‘ the second floor, pleasently cramped, the hallway papered. She leads him to a closed door. OLIvs Don't look in there it's ay room! COLE walks out of his room, reading 2 newspeper. coms Ugly? You owe me an apology! ‘THE DOOR to the spare room is stuck. POPEYE Yer name is Olive? onrre So what?8. = coNTD OLIVE Watch that lamp, for pity's sake. SHE climbs over the bed, collects herself begins to walk out of the room, Her leg gets tangled up in the leap cord. She knocks the lamp over, OLIVE ‘This home is ay paren Whoever you really are, you to take care of i ts! castle, Twill thank SHE SLAMS out. The door slams shut and the imcb comes off in POFEYE'S other hand, He surveys the wreck of 2 bedroom. POPEYS Tanks. Blow ne down. : STAIRVAT NIGHT FOPEYE, on his way to dinner, smooths ais hair and clothes. . INT. DINING ROOM NIGAT Amound the oval-shaped teble sit OLIVE'S trother, CASTOR OYL, her father, COLE, and their boarders, GE=Zii and J, WELLINGTON WIMPY, WIMEY is a portly, blead-seeming aan with sleepy eyes and a sedentary manner. NANA and OLIVE burst busily in and out of the kitchen, serving. CASTOR I could have nade 2 fortune on the deal if BIUTO would have let me go directly to the commodore, but he's so Jealous of me, that Bluto:... NANA Who wouldn't 5e?cons Het I'm not jealous of Castor! ze's ay son. A man jealous of his own son? ‘You owe ne an apology. 2 NANA I didatt sean you. wor The Commodore is the paragon of sagacity. If I can ever pat in a geod vord— =m Shaddup is the word. Pass is another word. ‘That Wingy, he don't pass, Could 2) a person stood it? ‘SHOP = POFEXE enters dining reom. ANGLE ON DINING 30H Popeye goes umoticed by all tut Naza. MANA -(Bo Popeye) Have you met ur. Wingy, Mr. Popeye? Mr. Popeye, Hr. Geezil, xy husband oe Cole Oyl. My son Castor. We're ona big happy family, alshougs sot ) really. I seen Mr. Wicpy and Mee Geesil— cole Ite family. tana Well, youtre ay husbacd. : cons ‘You ove ne an apology. Olive storms cut of the Kitchea, searly crashing into Popeye.REVISED 1/19 : 1» : oLrve (Ignoring bin) Tcan't find anything. Nat What are you looking for, Olive? ontve ¢ A glass: Popeye finds ai enpty chair against the vall and tries to place it at the crowded table. Wo one sakes room. That's a short, fat, ugly glass. I want a tall, pretty, slender glass. NANA +o ‘They!re all broken. Popeye circles the table, looking for an opening. Ze stops beside castor. . ‘casTOR T could sake a fortune in fish futures, st Ted have to dip into capital. GEEZ on Fish? Fish futuresmell, . Popeye stops beside Geesil. No luck. NANA, De you vant a water glass? Or a vine glass? A brandy glass? oLrve Not a thing. I don't want a thing. ve. T vant a fork. Popeye continues to circle the table, running into the still” standing Olive. . 2RANA | Right by your plate. If it was a kaife 43 world cut.you. Popeye stares at Olive's expty chair. she quickly sits. OLIVE [want alaife. Way don't I have a knife? and a aice dress! Popeye circles over to Cole. cone: ‘You ove ze an apology. cea Passing fish, plice. The fish platter is passed arcund until it cones to wispy, vho takes another rorticn and sets the platter dova in front of Bin. wner Excellent. Before catrinony, I vould urge you to try the fish, Hiss Oyl. Fish, fish before satrinoay, Popeye circles-behind winpy. NANA You musta!t talk Olive cut of her engagecent, Mr. Vinny. Four tines engaged is three tines much. OLrvE : (Beproachful) He cantt talk ae out of anything. Ita not a child. Sows.» 9. coNDD casToR V1) say you're act’a child. Popeye circles behind Olive. : OLIVE Who says I'm not a chila? castor You said you're not a child, and T agreed with you. That's waa. ome ) Woo asked you to agree with aa? castor Robedy can stop ce iron agreeing vith you if T vant to. ore cane 7 come: Quarzeling at ay table! You both ove Be an apology. Olive and Castor turn avay, eat. woot Please pass the shrimp, chicken and | Reatballe. Platters are rassed fromthe Zour camars of the table. Popeye circles behind Jana. ANB 5 Well, T don't imow. Captain Sluto has the : pationcs of Job. ‘Or is that joa? Ee's got a very good job. And needs a lot.of jatien: town fer the Comoders. e's avay — and the Gomodare’s aivays avay— ag a catcer of fact; I've never seen. hin. Gave you, Cole?castor Zwouldn't let any girl break ay engagement. I'd break her nose before ‘Elet her break our engagenent. You'd : better sever try on ne wiat you pulled ea Bluto. ontve Don't be stupid. I can't get engaged to you. You're ay brother. castor Because I von't put up with it, I’ na pushover! . . core You ove your sister an apology. AIA (fo olive) Stop fidgeting «0. oLrvs This knife doem't cut. NANA ‘Take nine. onrve Not since Iwas a little sirl have ve had a sharp lai‘e in this house. core ‘You ove ae an apology. If you doa't Like our knives, Sluto's rich, he can buy you plenty of mires. Olive turns avay fron Cole. wer Please pass whatever's-left. He helps hizsel¢ to xore food.9. conrD During OLIVE'S speech, COLE, NANA, WIMPY. and” table, making POFEYE, who politely stays, the target of her outburst. one Ihate this table. It's ugly. I'm the only one with nerve encugh to tell the trath about it. CASTOR Ask Bluto, the pushover, to buy you a new table. Right, Pop? coms, Rights casToR Am I right: cons Right! You're right! castOR Iva right, right? * COLE Waen you're, right, you're right. one ‘Bluto, Bluto, Bluto! fveryore takes advantage of oy peor Slute. Geta new glass, anew imife! Now they want a table! That's way I always have to break off our engagement. To step you all from taking advantage of the sveetest most tumble ran‘on the face of the earch » aL SEEZIL leave the ="REVISED 1/19 : 22 * 10. EX. WATERFRONT ~ NIGET : ground, 4 four-casted bark, crusted and ugly, Sluto's N ship, ile Body. Out of the cabin pore BLUIO, huge, bearded, aod ge BLUTO Hine ofclock! Lights out! 21. VIEW OF Tow - VILE Zopr Pov The entire town goes dark: shops, hones, street lights blink out one by one. ‘wo lights remain - Popeye's room and one other. 12. EXT. POPEYE'S wRDOY Sgo? ~ POPEE a . fixing up the cess in his room. (DMD. POFEYE'S ZEDROOK From his duffel bag Popeye renoves a cardboard-franed empty picture. 7) CLOSE ON THE PICTURE a scrawled label: "ME POPPA". underneath the eapty fram POPETE Hello, Poppa. Scon you an! ne, ve!ll be togedder. Forty years.. Nex! Vednestay our annualversity. Stay alive,.tatis al? Tax. ANGLE ON BED Popeye climbs into bed, sacking his coracob. He places on the bed table, next to him, the picture of his father. ze turns out the lisht. ~ Us. CLOSE ON BLUTOWW bis arms folded, slovering. ‘at HE saEs: The entire town blacked out, save for one solitary street Light. GRIGELANK - VILE pope WOVE ITE SIYTO down the gangplank into the town. He is fit to be ted. ANGLE Ot LAMP POST, the last light in tom. Hanging onto it, holding a tottle of gin, is the TOWN DRUNK, lute, in the distance, is coming on fast. 1 Tom name ' (Sings) "Drunk Song." ; Before he can get sore than a few bars out, Sluts is upon bin. , With one aighty uppercut, ae sends the towa drunk flying straight up the lanp post, MOVE iT GN TOWN DEINE shocting up the laxp post. At glove taight, he reaches cut, pulls a chain on the stez \ of the globe, and the last light in town goes out. OLD Gil GIOEE as the tovm drunk draps OUT OF TEE FRU. . ' SOUND: CUD CRASE LONG S2OT - TOWN - xORTING SOUND: CHURCH BELLS ANGEZ ON CHURCH om TLL Ta the belfry, the preacher RINGS TEE CHURCH HELIS. PAN from the church down vircugh the streets. Glicpses of Sveethaven coming avake: doors and windows oyening, street sweeping, citicens suerging cut of doors, the silk aan, the Tax~Han, Ids heading for school. The Tax~Han chugs by on his sccoter. Each kid, Vaile valldng, drops a coin in his cane - axa Hema History tess peant spetitns oes, Fant deoly Tax.=) w 196 corm ‘The tailor unlocks Eis shop, and the large scissors hanging over Bis door open and close. The six toughs coue cuz of different houses and join together. MOVE Ii CN THEM as they slouch through the streets. People hustle cut of their way. ‘EXT = ROUGHHOUSE'S CAFE The six toughs enter. Wt = ROUGHROUSE'S CAFE A sizable, sleazy waterfront diner jamed vith’ the drega of the dockside seated at tables and at the counter. ‘The six tough enter. MOVE WITH THEM as they head for a table. 4 glinpse of Popeye in the corner sipping coffee. In the background, the counter and grill. a burly ex-sailor in a chef's cap, flipping a hamburger off the grill and onto a plate. ANGLE OF NIIP He appears behind the sailor, woer ‘Im afraid there's been a cistake. “Whe sailor turns on his stool to look at Winpy. SAILOR What aistale? wer Did you order 2 hamburger? SAILOR Yes, I ordered a hamburger. And this ig it. Hy uarburger. luat I ordered.REVISED 1/19 , : 29. CONTD He starts to pick up the hanburger. Wimpy slips his hand under the sailor's and places it flat on the bux. | wner I beg to disagree with you. This is not | a hamburger, I’an.an expert in these satters. SAILOR This is not a hanburger? . WIMPY, No, it is a raisinburger. Zoughhouse, this aan ordered a hamburger. Wimpy slips the plate off the counter. woey ' Tt2d take ful Don't worry, 5: esponsibility. He walks off with the plate. aaa SAILOR (TO ROUGHEOUSE) SS Thate raisins. See here, I ordered @ hamburger! ROUGHEOUSE It is a hamburger, Winpy, you're daffy! Wizpy Lifts the neat patty off the bun and brings it up to his mouth.REVISED 1/19 : 26 : wer Is this a raisin I see before xe? That's 100-percent Wingy nibbles at the burger. ‘ SATLOR Hey, that's ay raisinburger you're eating. . wer Proprietor, one genuine harburger for the gentlesan. I’m buying. SATLOR 7 (Placated) Gee, thanks, aister. ROUGHHOUSS who's paying? wer I’m buying. He's paying. . SATIOR Say, who do you think you are Jones, I'm one of the Jones boys,REVISED 1/19 2 : 196 CONTD oO The tax-aan intrudes, his tax can in hand. That's a nickél dadturgerTax - waer ~ : (Zo sailor) . I'd refuse to pay if I were you. He hands his the empty plate and yales avay. wDer A shocking abuse of power. MOVE WITH WY as he valks into the Tax-Han. TAXMAN ‘Jacont Chiseler's Tax. ! Wingy bands the Tex-iiun 2 alip of paper and walks on OUT OF ey TE PRUE. TAXMAN . ' what's this? ; : wner a (0.84) My note. I will gladly pay you on ‘Tuesday. - The Tax-Han noves on to the table with the six toughs , nurst cups of coffee, TAXMAN Seven-ceats coffee tax, The six toughs look at each other, shrug, and reach into their pockets. soREVISED 1/19 cont FOLLOW TAX-HAN Be noves to the next table: _ a coffee cup. Seven-cents (Grunbles) b ain't coffee, it's ailk. TAX-MAN Seven cents milk tax. o. sees Popeye pays up, grumbling. The Tax-Nan leaves. ‘TIGHT SHOT ON POPETE AT EIS TABLE He sits nursing a root beer, locking preoccupied. A pair of chubby clasped hands appear across from hin, but it is a coment before he hotices that he is net alone. His head jerks up. POPEXE'S POV: WIMPY wer My friend, we are seth in luck. Tou are in luck because you look in need of a friendly ear. 1 am in luck because Iam in need of a hamburger, for which such I will rent you a friendly ear. POPETE (snorts) wer cne hamburger will buy you a friendly ear for 15 aicutes, ‘vo hamburgers will buy you a ériendly ear for a halts Tan also available on a subserip basis by the renth.UY POPEYE AND WIMPY Popeye stares at Winry for a long tine. He does not ansver. worr You drive a hard bargain. To prove the value of ny listening (bacmse many speak well but 40 few know how to listen), I will throw, in, at n0 extra charge, & gratia five cimites of sample listening. He takes a stopwatch from his inside pocket and CLICYS the start button. woer My attention is fixed. You aay proceed. Straightening his posture, Winpy starea at Popeye vith great concentration. fut Poreye cays nothing, simply sips at his root beer, thinking "disgustipated” thoughts about a man who asks to be paid to listen, Wisny vilts under this formidable lack of response. He cakes every effort to keep his eyes glued ‘on Popeye, but his body soon begins to twitch in nervous fits. Ze shitts’in bis seat, crosses and uncrosses his legs, laces and unlaces his fingers. “Finally, he rises to flee. ANGLE ON WIMPY WALKING AWAY Behind him, "Popeye cemented to his table. ‘POPEZE, Me Poppa. Winpy whirls, a relieved expression on his face, and runs back to the table. He stands over Popey worr Did you say, your Poppa? POPETE I yam lookin! fer se Poppa. Gratefully, Wimpy sinks ints his chair and focuses his entire being on Popeye. POPETE AND WOTry REVISED 1/19 : 30 19, CONTD WIMPY waits what seens tixe an eternity for POPEYE to open mouth again. : POPEYE I yam searchin' the sevink ‘seas. He stops, stares at WIMPY. Says no nore. WIMPY (Encouraging) potas searching the seven seas. Yes, yes? !_ BOPEYE I yam. Fer me poppa. Who I ain't seen since I wuz two. SIX TOUGHS AT THE NEXT TABIZ- THEIR FOV Their backs to us, their attention centered on POPEYE and WIMPY. They lean forward and crane their necks, listening hard. POPETE I yain't gonne cast a9 aspershixins. HE run off, 3 wuz a infink o' two an! he run offon ze. Me own Foppa. POPEYE AND WIMPY FOPEYE becomes aware that he is being listened in on. He turns and glares at the SIX TOUGHS. They pull in their necks and ignore FOFEYS'S glare. SIX ToUGES. 1st, TOUGH I think it looks Like rain. aeee “2nd TOUGH I think it looks like rain too. . 3rd TCUCH Oh yes. Yes indeed. Rain, Defini ene rain. FOPEYE AND WIMPY, POPEYE turns to WIMPY. sees FOPEYE I yam a very tolerink men exc: holds a grudge, an’ I didn't ttink ever forgive me Foppa but sevink years ago I shipped out on th' merchant, Gloomy Gus, an' we troke up off Guam in ‘a typhoon... sax SOUND: SIX CHAIRS LOUDLY CRE. POFEYE tums round. ‘TRE StX TOUGHS . .19. conmD OQ leaning forward, breathing in every word. ANGLE ON POFEYE AND THE SIX TOUGHS He glares then into straightening up, 1st TOUGH ~ If it don't snow. 4TH TOUGH It will definitely rain, if it don't snow. 52H TOUGH Or both. it could do both. POPEYE turns to WIMPY. POPEYE So's I wuz elone at sea on a raft, 45 days out, widdout food er water bu @ coupla sharks an' seagulls I cau: An! rainwater, An' I got a visitashiiin an! the visitashixin tol' me that ze waz alive, 33_years of a erudge is_._ _. ‘endugi; otherwise it pizens th’ syste So's ever since th' day T got rescued f een lookin’ t' tell me poppa that I ' : fergives hin. ‘ SOUND: CREAKING CHAIRS, dozens of then. POPEYE turns from WIMPY and looks around. FULL SHOT OP CAFE At every table customers lean forvard, heads craned, in tuned in to FOPEYE'S story, POPEYE sakes it all in, he SHOUTS: POPETE I'M ON'Y AFEARED HE'TD BE Dy I FINDS 'IN AN’ BY iow WOT A 7 3 GROWED UP INTO WIDDOUT ONE HELP WOTSOMICHASETE: He SHOUTS even louder, FOPEYE DUZ ANYONE WANNA MAKE ANYT'ING oUT ot rm? POPEYE sHoT —32 wor A fascinating story. I'd say engrossing. Fascinating and engrossing. I'd say spell~ : ‘binding. Spellbinding, engrossing and fascinating. He looks up at Poreye, waiting for a reaction. Popeye reaches into his pocket and takes out a handful of coins. POPETE Ya listened real good. I ain't one t! ‘urn me back cuna frien', even if I gotta buy tin, He hands Wimpy the coins. Wimpy greedily accepts, at one and the sane tine clasping Popeye's hand, thus sealing their friendship. FOLLOWING WEE as he rushes, coins crushed in his hand, to the lunch counter. He passes ¢ table with the six toughs. CLOSE ON SIX TOUGHS. FIRST TOUGH Yes, I'd say it looks like snow, seen : SECOND TOUGH Oh, I hope it don't snow. tens TETED TouGE Me too. "Because I could get lost oaee in the snow. FOURTH TOUGH And then I couldn't find me daddy. 4 FIFTH Tour Daeda. eeeoc REVISED 1/19 . coy SIXTH TOUGH Daeda. The STX POPEYE appears at their teble. He is very grave. ANGLE ON POPEYE AND SIX TOUGES POPETE Que t'ing I got is a sense of humour. I etm laugh at meself. He emits a short, mmorless tark of a LAU. POPEYE Amudder tting I got is a cenee of humiligration. So I yam axing ya swabs fer an apologiky. ANGLE ON SDX TOUGES FIRST TOUGH He wants an ayology He rises. SECoND TOUT” If he wants an apology, he wants an apology. , The second tough ris rouse ‘If he wants an apology, Se should get an apology. ‘All six toughs are on their feet. The cafe customers back away from thea as the toughs begin to stack up furniture, opening a space for a fight. Popeye does not budge. ANGLE ON CASTOR backing away. 3B TOUGES patty-cake to the rhythm of Da-da, De-de,castor Got to see a can about a deal. FIRST TOUGH AND casTOR First tough grabs Castor by the collar. FIRST TOuGE The one-eyed rat wants an apology. CASTOR (fo Popeye) Z apologize. The first tough releases Castor, and he flees. ANGLE ON CAFE The other toughs turn on the resaining custeners, backing then tovard the doar. SECOND TOUGH (fo first customer) The ugly shricp vents an apology. FIRST CUSTOMER I apologize, Usiy sericp. He rans off. ‘TEIND TOUGH AND SECOND CUSTER ‘TEED TouGE The scrawny runt vants an apology. ‘SECOND CUSTCIER L apologize, tir. Runt. I doy Idee T certainly aologice. FOURTE TOUGE AND TETED CUSTOMER. ‘THIRD CUSTONER I apologize. I alvays apologize tefore lnnen.29. coum a ca ‘Me fourth tough belts the third customer, uke crushes into the | pO stack of tal | oN . | O room m00ct : Sose nerve agologisizs tefore he's | : faced t0. apologize. FORTE AND STXTE couc#s ‘Slugging customers in unisicn. IRs Tce an POPES FIRST TouGt (surugs) ) They don't vant to apologize. . FURIE CUSTOHER 21. ANGLE ON POFEYE ~ WHAT 3B SEES: Layers of tattered, groaning todies amidst a debris of aroken tables and chairs. ‘POBETE AND scx ToUGES 5 - They loom over hime FIRS? TOuGt That's everyone.23. 21, corp SECOND TOUGH Everyone's apologized. ‘THIRD 7OUGE Everyone is sorzy. - FOURTE TOUGH : They're really sorry. FIFTH TOUGH They're really, really, really, really, sorry. SIXTH TOUGH Now it's your turn to be sorry, ‘THE SIX TOUGHS move in on POPEYE. CLOSE ON OPPEYE Ablack, ugly cloud curls out of his corncob pipe. POPEYE AND SIX TOUGES With one shot, POPEYE sends the toughs cumbli: LUNCH COUNTER WIMPY WIMPY nibbles fastidiously at a gient hacburger. The SIT Sf bia, aud Seliapses tieis helds ox one comes; Te POPEYE AND TAXMAN The taxman comes up behind FOPEYE. ‘TAXMAN Winning against all odds tex, 12.50 POPEYE turns on the TAXMAN, glares, end reaches deep into his pocket. EXT THE OYE HOUSE BRIGHTLY LIT NIGHT Tm. LIVING Roo NIGHT COLE, NANA, CASTOR, GEEZIZ in the act of last minute decoration,Be 24. 25. POFEYE'S ROOM " FOFEYE'S stands before the mirror slicking down his hair. POPEYE : (MUTTERS) I don't wanna go t'no party, (FALSETTO) ‘at's good becuz you ain't inviked 't no party. : : (SINSELE) : i Zdon't wanna go. WHO says I ain't inviked? (2aLSETTO) I says you ain't inviked. (HIMSELF) I says I yan ‘_ (aLserto) T says you ain't. (HIMSELF) I says they meant to but fergit. INT OLIVE's ROOM . OLIVE sits on her bed, buttoning her shoes. Her FOUR GIRI- FRIENDS, MENA and MINA, ‘MONA and BLOSSOM are working on OLTVE'S hat. WALLFLOWERS (ALL TCGETEER) Olive, Look! OLIVE Ugly... WALLFLOWERS (ALL. TOGETHER) Bluto's ugly all right. H2e-hee, MUSIC: HE'S LARGE 3EGINS. OnTTE, THe hat's ugly, Bluto's distinguished. WALZFLOWERS (ALL TOGETHER) He's distinguished ell right. 10 THENSELVES: WALELC CAEL TOGETE=ER) He s distinguishedly ugly.Bluto's special. WALEFLOWERS . (ALL TOGETHER) He's special all right. 10 THEMSELVES WALLFLOWERS (ALL TOGETHER) He's especially ugly. OLIVE begins to sing the vocals : OLIVE WALLFTCY HE'S TALL — GOODLOOXIN’ AND HE'S LARGE HE'S LARGE,..,LARGE TALL AND LARGE SO LARGE AND HE'S NOT A MANDOLIN 70x No HE'S AN ACCORDIAN I'LL HAVE TO SQUEEZE HIM AT NIGET "S$ MINE 10 KEEP EIit WARM WARM AOOH ACOH HE'S VIRIZE AND. HE'S STRONG HE'S STRONG STRONG AND HE'S LARGE LARGE, LARGE LARGE DOO DOO DAH DOO DOO DAE DOO DOO DAH BOO DAR DAH DUMS DAH DAE DUMB DAR DAH DUMB HE'S GOT MONEY AND RESPECT THAT'S TRU. HE'S BETTER THAN THE REST THAT'S TR 7 ‘HE MAY NOT BE THE BEST BOUT HE'S TARGE AND HE'S MINE LARGE LARGE LARGE LARGE LARGE MINE MINE BINE MONE MINE DOO DOO DAH DOO DCO DAE DOO ID MAY SEEM FUNNY BUT IT's NOT OB NO I'M THANEFUL FOR WEAT I cot ME 700 Tr MAY NOT SEEM a Lo? ‘BUT HE'S LARGE AND HE'S MINE .26. qd cownp . ; : While their backs are turned, OLIVE grabs 2 dress from the drawer and stuffs it into a suitcase under her vanity tdbl the girls turn back. OLIVE turns her back to them. Throughout the SONG? OLIVE preises BIUTO and the girls turg away to spray their raspberries. WHILE their backs are turned, OLIVE grabs blouses slips, stockings, shges, clocks, out of various drawers and stuffs'them into her suitcase hidden under her bed. WHEN nothing is left, she stuffs the lotion bottles and hairbrushes on her vanity table. INT OYLS' HOUSEHOLD PRON? EALIWAT Nicer WANA stands in the door welcoming her guests as they arrive, The crowd, mostly siddle-eged,is quickly cade out: merchants and their > seamen end their wives, long- shoremen and their wives. They stream in past Naka who takes their hats and coats. TAIK is fast, overlepping.26. conmD Nata Ian't this the moat exciti QO Ds wowal Guest Ive got palpitations. . MALE GUEST Where's the bar? ‘SECOND WOMAN GUEST ~. There's Yabel. I think I've got a tenperature. Behind Naxa, WE SEE Popeye, freehly grooned, descending th POPEYE descending stairea: POPE (utters) Hello, Mizzuz Oyl, It's a nice evenink, don’ you think? Yas, ae too. Wice nigh v fer a party. a - . : MOVE WITH Popeye as he cones up behind Kana. - her guests £0 notice him. Fc , _ NANA (x0 guest) ISED 1/19 : en you? T can’t. (Zo next guest) Aren't you? I know I an. (To next guest) Cole is too. We all are. (fo next guest) My, stars and garage, here you are! ‘Throughout her greetings, Popeye TALKS to her back. Popeye is brushed aside by gests. His MUTZERINGS cont: POPEYE Thenk ye Kindly. Don! mind if I do. Is ue throughout. POPEYE Z guess you probly vants t! sontion goin' fer 2 walk, I see you gota party goin'. Well, aintt that-nice - a party. Looks lak a zarty tine. People sure look iak they's goin! someplace. Mus! be t! a party. He makes his way back to Nana. mebbve since I wuz on'y She is too busy greeting26. 28. REVISED 1/1$ . cont MOVE WITH FOPEYE as he MUMGLES his way throu; So euphoric are ijana and her guests that crowd and out the deor. the no one notices he's there. Greetings go on throughout. EXD. O¥L HOUSE ~ NIGH? MOVE WITH POPSIS dowa the steps and away from the house. ‘the POPEYE Eoveversoauch T wants t! go fer a-walk, Tcud stay fer a party.. Thank ya. Tas. If it's alla sane t! you. Saxe ti you. Tou too, and cany ‘others. Gnats. crowd streams past hin to the party. INT. LIVING ROCK Guests mingle, joust with one anothe: Postures ard expressions are forzal, sti¥: in the crowded space. guardedness beneath a social surface. He picks a hamburger off a passing platter that Cole carries through. COBBLER Did you see the stranger in town? GROCER IT didn't see anybody. what do you vant to know for? hat do you think he wants? why our town? Do you think Blute knows I didn't talk to hin? Maybe ay taxes will go dow. Waat do you think? CASTOR This would te a rotten party if Zluto wasn't paying for it. Sven so, the roof leaks. woer I will “gladly yay ay rent on Tuesday for a hamburger today. exezr, 's flies in ay soup. That Wicpy.a 29. 30. DND. THE PARTY = FOLIOW COLE : cargying his platter. ° NANA (at door, te cola) Fete coning! - cons hota coming? 7 maa, Who do you think's coming? (Zed up) Ie T knav sino'a coning 7 voulds'® asic coming! I demand an apology. Bl. EXD, HE FIs? OFEN DOORVAT : filled by Sluto's nassive back, =LUTO My party! > 32. THE ors’ sme Olive, carryiig her tvo suitcases, coves avay from the house ata fast clip. 33. DIT. OvL ZALMAT Binto enters, a giant of a aan, ugly, bearded and barrel-chested. He carries a vase of flowers. “Ze hands the vase to Cole, lizts . Nana and hugs her. . e aLUTO Mother! sf He leoks down at Cole.BLOTG : Tou got ay Slovers? (Scared) Here are your flowers. into puts dom Nana : =o Here's your vite. He takes a flover out of the vase and starts through rocn. ‘The guests follow hin at a safe distance. ge pulls a petal off a lower. awuTO She loves me. He sailes. the guests smile. GROCER Hey, you see the new guy in town, Binto? TI didn't give hin the tine of day . Binto picks a second petal off the flower. aLgTO ‘Ste don't love zee He glovers. ‘Guests recoil. Blute’ picks a third petal off the Dover. BLUTO (grins) She! carry aa. The guests grin, cove closer. BUTCHER Wey, T shot xy door is town's face, Suto. aysa fourth petal off the fidver ELUTO _ @lovers) She’ won't marry mee He glares at the roon. The suests vanish; hide under tables, chairs, behind curtains, Bluto bites cff the fifth petal and devours it. He glares dow at Castor. BLUTO TNL break up your face. He raises the remant of flover as if to scash it om Castor's ' head. Castor cringes. In aid-air, Bluto changes his mind and his stance, Gently, he places the desiccated flower in Castors i Japel. ‘i BLUTO I reprieve your faco. Brother. He grins, picks up Castor, and hugs him. The guests checr. ' a tight, as if to ‘th a suitcase in each hand. the Oyl home, brightly lit. Im the distance, high on a hill: MUSIC: DISTANCE PARTY isto TRACKING SHOT Olive, as she moves cautiously backward, her eyes fixed on where she has just been, She is startles (ac are we) when she backs to a man hidden in shadows, seated atop a bar The is y and he does nct budge an inch. Seated on a barrel next to Fin is a large pelican, OLIVE (Sereans) You scared the wits out of ne! Popeye doffs his cap in a greeting. The pelican, as if waiting for the signal, flies off.~ ourve™ * (OD What right do you have to lurk here in the dari in the middle of the night and scare the wits out of @ person? He looks at her for ‘the first tine. POPEYE How's the party? olrve That's a ducb question. where do you think I'm heading right this minute? E POPEYE \ Out of town. OLIVE I az not headed out of town! Don't you sée wiich direction I'm facing? “POPES Yas, I yen purty dumb becuz I tho!t i ya.wuz goint inna direkershia ya wc ' goin! instead c! th! direkershin ya was facin'. Ya need help wit! yer bagsz : OLIVE S Noe She pats down a bag. Popeye hops off the barrel and picks it up. OLIVE Thank you. She stares at hin, not knowing what cones next. POPEYE Waich way? i She just stares at hin. Popeye starts off, leading house.conta OLIVE No, that's the wrong way. : _POFEYE starts back toward ber douse. 7 < -POPETE}.. - * waee Qhitters).--° 1 : . “tng wrong wey, soit 7 ) OLIVE No, that's the’ wrong way. Popeye puts her tag down and waits. SHOT - OLIVE OLIVE : (Points) T want to go-—— (She thinks, then points) that way. S, Still pointins, to point in another She points in ali possible directions, including +’ Up, finally using both arns, like a traffic cop. ANGLE ON TAX YAN : on his xotor scooter. He drives up behind 01: TAX MAN AND OLIVE That will be a 50-cent Inpersona . : asTraffic-Cop Tax. Olive turns and is recogzizea. fingered tip-of-the-cap salute. - TAX MAN h sorry, Miss Oyl, Didn't recognice + you from’ behind. It von't happen again. ANGLE WIDENS TO INCLUDE POPEYE fe mont34 contD Grumbling, POPEYE digs into POPEYE How come she don't pay? pocket and pays up. POPEYE AND TAXMAN bus, I'll ioe you oft because Fou're POrEYE What's being with stgot to do f leaves. Well? POREYE AED OLIVE POPEYE steres at suitcase. OLIVE time, thez picks up her ingly defensive. OLIvS T don't imow whet you're telking tout. She's ' but she's FOLIO! THEN as they start walking down the street. OLIVE not hearing a vord of FOFEIS'S, is nonetheless: increas gly uncont able.“7 OLIVE You think everyone pays taxes but me and my family.: Don't you? Well, you couldn't be more wrong.’ . - POPEYE, : (Mattering) Who's t'inkin'? T ain't tinkin', She + ttinks I'm t'inkin' but her t'inks an' my tlinks is two different t'ings. OLIVE You think it's because I's encased to Bluto ané Flute runs the town for the Conmoéors, so we get special favors. Well, it's 2 lie. OLIVE stops, stares at him, abruptly starts in the opposite direction. OLIVE let's go this way. 30 . (mutters) os Dis way, tet way. Good t'ing I ain't thinkin! POPEYE follows along with her suitcase. : OLIVE If you Imew the first thing about ne, it's thet I hate special favours. POPEYS . (mutters) Hates special favors. She hates special favors. - OLIVE : You wouldn't accuse me if you knew me. But . you don't kmow.me. A good thing too. FOFEYE Qmtters) You said it's 3 good t'ing, sister. I snows a good t'ing when I sees it an' I sees it. She stops, stares at him, then again alters directions. OLIVE This way. POPEYE follows. — re 7 Bluto's kind and generous and likes to do things for his loved ones. And you want me to hurt bis feelings. Well, phooey on you. You don’t even think enough'of me or my family to be at my engegenent party. Whet are you doing in Sweethaven, anrvey?Ba IFT OYES' LIVING ROOM THE PAR ” conn POPEYE (mutters) Fate dealt me 2 cruel hand. (fo OLIVE) Me Poppa is here, 'At's how much You imow. OLIVE Well, if thet's true, where is he? POPEYE I don't tmow, but I got « senske thet hets here. Well ell r: there are too men: And half of tt OLIVE ty TL will he be here? FOPEYE does not answer. suitcase, Ther both wait in © background? is 2 ramshackle, doarded-up proinent houseboat. Angle on BLUTO, very solemn, se: by party guest it. BUT This. is fun. BE looks et BLUTO. Sure is. Everyone lo e dark, Anyhot is. ag OLIVE waits, puts down her i Behind then, eG of the couch surrounce: at BLUTO. No reaction.cont He forces # exile at his wife. She looks as if she's about to cxy- A long pause, as everyone checks Bluto for a reaction. He shifts in his chair. Everyone reflexively ducks, except... gor - WDEY eating gingerly. wner - The apex. The extrene apex. ANGLE ON BLUTO AND CASTOR BLUTO Qntters) ‘I'm mean. He crushes a lamp in his hand. Fireworks shoot out of the bull Bluto glares at Castor, who flees. BLUTO Quitters) I mean. Ee waits.E DOG POPEYE Ch POPEYE I figgered it's becuz he wuz lookin! fer ne an' wit' him lookin' an ' me lookin', we missed each udéer, Like ships passing in the night. So now one of us waits an' one of us looks. OLIVE (mutters) about to be engaged and he talks about nis doper old father. Hot I. Lest year i n Singrpore. The year before I weitec ® gutters) I've got my_own father everyone. I've got xy ow Fhooey on ell other rroti The yearbefore that I veited in Pego-Pago. omr Well, I'm not waits neers I think’ I've got to go to ay engagement now. OLIVE gets up enc follows carrying a seen before. OLIVE What are you doing with that tesket? - POPEYE Carrying it for you. It's your basket. It's not ay basket. Somebody hes deliberately painted thet bask Like uy besket. | Ny basket is clean end beautiful, This basket is en ugly tesket. : POPEYE : Ya thinks I wants yer basket? Ya thinks I'm 2 basket thief?consD SOUND: A BABY'S RATTLE. SHOT - OLIVE OLIVE Yipee! A rattlesnake! She runs in circies. OLIVE Rattlesnake! Rattlesnake! Zattlosnake! POPEYE AND SUITCASE The suitcase stands oa the ground next to his. He stares down at it, puczled a POPEYE (meters) This ain't her. besket.- o1avE : runding in ¢: : OLIVE | Rattlesnake! ‘POPEYE Imeeling to examine cuitcase. : POPEYE (uutters) Well, blow ae dow. A myskery basket, He azaps' it open. CLOSE ON FOFEYE He is.astenished.36 37 cone POFEYE'S FOY WHAT HE SEES ’ A baby in the suitcase, swathed in bunting, cheerfully shaking a rattle. A note is pinned to the blanket. SOUND RADTLE ANGIE OF FOFEYE * HE retrieves the note. ae 5 (reads) "To the one-eye sei someone of certsin will teke 25 yeers of I shall rec I could help OLry esneke! Rett POREE (reeds) “Love him as only a mudder could." Signed, A Hudder." Blow me down ANGLE widens to inclu¢e OLIVE, stunnee looking dow into the suitcase. OLIVE Twent it. IRD THE PABry NIGHT SEO2 BIUTO Impatient with waiting, he fts the couch and squeezes it into.an ace! under thea 43. 5 conmD ANGLE ON DOORWAY AND FRONT’ STEPS Bluto unwinds a long arm which collars Popeye, lifts hin todily and floats hin up to the doorvay, SHOR. ~ POPEYE ND BLDTO POPEYE (To Bluto, unperturbed) It's a logivackal misunderstandakiat. Twtd cake the sane cistake. Hluto uncorks a punch. Fopeye sails through the SOD: BLDTO'S SLOW FOLLOW POPEYS as he rolls down the hill, retracing in reverse his entrance into the town, He ends up on the pier and rolls off, POPEYE'S BOAT UNDER PIER He lands with a THUD ia his rowboat. POPEYS, (shouts) ~ sete Don't think I blames re, cuz T don't. EXD, SWESTHAVEN STREET - LONG SHOT - DAT “CU ON GEEZIZ * GEEZIE oon * Wo! No! I hate you to pieces! te means no! Flies in my soup! Ho! last word, could you stood it? Capital Ro, capital no, spells zo! No! Credit! Ho! MOVE IN ON GEEZIL'S food wagon. GEEZIZ stands SCREAMn at WIMPY, who gazes with passion at the food wagon. aad =, please, Hr. Geeail. With cheddar, onica, tonato, relish, lettuce, a sprig of parsley,4B. Geez, Not woer will gladly pay you on Thesday — Ea I hate you to pieces! . worry — for a hamburger today. WOT AND GEEZIL (sing) "Everything is Food, Food, Food." At conclusion of the SONG angle widens to include POFETE “*** and OLIVE strolling by with baby cerri MUSIC: "FOOD" CONTINUES IN BACKGROUND POPEIE He's smilin' at ne. OLIVE She's not smiling, it's gas. POPEYE My baby ain't got no gas. He's perfeck. ANGLE ON FOFEYE AND OLDE walking tovard US, bickering. Without noticing, they pass Bluto's ship, the Vile Body. oLIvE You're wheeling it wrong. Here, let re.43. con 7 Avast! : oLrvE Watch it! You'll hurt her. ANGLE oN YIZE Zope Miata simiks down garigplank. (0.54) Hets a he. what do you mow about infinks, you lan'lubber! cLIvE $45.) Ima girl: (0.8.) And I yam a mdder. AUGLE CN POFEZE AND OLIVE AMD CARETAGE moving tevard US. Olive repeatedly tries to grab the carciage. Popeye slips and corners it evay from ker. Zenind thea, Slato eriss-croases in and out of sight from teiind a piling, 'a tarrel, ‘the open door of a shack, another piling. Zach tine he rops into view he has another tough with hin, so that finally all six toughs and Bluto’ trail the quarreling couple. ony Cootchie~coa. POPEYE Don! talk baby-talk aroun! me son. He ig gonna be a man-infink, aot babyoinzink. onrve Tou're bats!4B. comma. I yam wot I yan an! thats all I yan. (fo baby) Mice baby. Cootchie-cootchie, ya Liddel svee'pea. Yor ce Liddel ‘sve! pen. oLrvE Sveepea? ‘that's the worse name for a baby Lever heard. POPETE I found tim in Svaethaven, so he is Be svee'pea. He is wot he is an! thats wot he is. Femaye picks Guegoea out of the carriage. Ze and live Zeck CLOSE OH ELOTO ND SEK TOUGES hidden behind a telezhone pole. Siuto glares venonously- EAD EE SzES: - He sees red. Red Popeye, red Olive, red Sweepea, red carriage, red streote ANGLE ON POPEXE, OLIVE AND CARTAGE Popeye and Olive doting over the baby. Bluto behind the telephone pole gestures violently to the six tougha. They run off as one, behing barrels, shacks, pilings, until they vanish out of sight, as Bluto glares on. Throughout, Popeye is NUTTE2ING to the baby. (Qtasing) on! purty scon you'll go to school ant bust sone aigger ‘aids ana sush ant ge'to sea an! neot a dane an! get carried. MOVE IN ON POPETS POPEZE ran! be a Fopra wit! gray hairs an! get ol! and die an! I'Ii be all alone again. Nuddarhood ain't no bed of sosegays.— is. E) ‘EXD, OY HOUSE Nana stands in the open doorvay as the six toughs detach the {rout steps and cart them avay. NAA My stars and garbage! ‘hat are you doing? “the Tax-Han sceots into view. AXA Back taxes. Tom, MAMAS EETOEEN The six‘ toughs carry out the stove, food cooking on it. Wana and Cole look on. cons What are you doing? Move WITH SHE SIX TOUGHS as they pass the Tax-Man. TAXMAN (fo Nana and Cole) Back taxes, ‘LIVENG BOOK The aix toughs carry out the accordion couch on theiz shoulders. Castor is sitting on it; he drops his newspaper. - : CASTOR “What are you doing? The six toughs pass Nana ard Cole. NANA AND COLE (fo castor) Back Taxes. The six toughs pass OUN OF FRE. MIMO F Glive wheeling the carriage, unaware, dictREVISED 1/19 . 46. CONTD = LIVE Last tise you said I couldn't hold him before his tottle. POPES Thats right. OLIVE But how he just had his bottle. : POPETE wens Tha's right. ra can't hol! tin befer er after his bottle. ey pass OUT OF PRUE ns + SOUND: DOOR STAM CAMERA MOVES I ON MANA AND COLZ FOR CLOSE-UP NANA AND COLE Worry. Worry. Worry. 47. EXT, BAY = DAT Floating targe with boxing stadium floats into tay. 48. FOSTER, IN EXTRDG CLOSE-UP, ROLLS OVER NANA AND COLE, first throwing then in shadow, then blotting out their presence. ‘THE FOSTER READS: 20 DAYS! TAX EXEVPITON PLUS B50 TO ANT CHALLENGER WHO LASTS ONE ROUND VITH OxXSLCOD - SOUND: NAILS BANGING INTO wooDc REVISED 1/29 . . 61 conn CAMERA MOVES EACK to show poster nailed to the town bulletin board. Backs otheads of townspeople ARE SEE! before the poster, i ‘TOMISPEOPLE (shout) oxblocd Oxheart!! Ghey run off left and right. nly one head is left - castor! 4 reaches cut and rips down the poster. ‘BACKING SHOT -, CASTOR AND WDY Castor rolls up the roster and walks right into Wimpy, who falls ‘ehind him. 1 Unwise. , 5 CASTOR "11 dazzle hia with footwork. wner Suicide. casTOR I!L1 eat hin alive. Winpy puts his arm around Caster's shoulder. . : wer 6 Thabpen to be extrenely close to the referee. CASTOR (Sxcited) Hey! Tel] him I'12 split ay winnings! —- : wore can you lean 2n old pal 42 to make a side bet? Old pal? Old pal? oeom 49. 1 50. nee ; su. ‘oO 513 REVISED 1/19 5 62 ome omrz LONG SHOT BARGE NIGHT Being towed in and anchored off bay, In the center, a prize ring. On the docks, crowds of cheering fight’ fans. yt, FOPEYE'S ROOM CU POPSYE. Swinging short, vicious right end left hocks into the air POPEYE Now give ‘in a lefk! Now poke tim wit! aright. Nowa lefk! Nowa “ANGLE ON FOPEYE, OLIVE AND SWEEFEA POFEYE AND OLIVE, seated on the floor, OLIVE balances SWEEFEA on her lap, raising and swinging his arms as per POPEYE'S instructions. OLIVE I disapprove. This is wrong. This is inmor: This is very, very, very,very wrons, . Fopeye and Sweepes, stop it this minute. Stop it! ‘Stop it! Stop it! EXT BARGE Hove in on zing. Ozheert stands in the cenzer flexias his muscles. is an awesome giant of a man. iT) stands at the mike next to hin.rol A REVISED 1/19 : : 63 EXD BARGE <0 nee wner : Ladies and Gentlenen, citizens of Sweethaven, #is Honor the Conmodore invites you to risk’ life and liab for 10 golden days of tax exenption and $50 in hard cash to you or your next of kin, ‘hat cartyr in our sidst will be the first to attempt to last one scandalous round with the ugliest of plug-uglies, the unvorthiest of S; that pejorative of pugilisa, Qxbloed Oxheart? soup: CROWD BOAR The crowd leaps up and down, hurls hats in the ait. ANGLE ON RING APRON Through the ropes, Castor cravls, slips, falls back; is grabbed by the crowd and toosted into the ring. ANGLE ON GEEZTL standing in the aisle holding out a hot dog to a CUSTOMER. He looks aghast at the ring. em Is not possible! The custoaer reaches across the fan for his hot dog. . CUSTOMER . Hey; give it here! I, gotta eat before the bloodshed or I get cramps. THE RING - VDIPY, CASTOR, aD OxEzARD wer (fo castor) We, are all friends here. (Into mike) Iadies and gentlenen, before commencenent let us rise to saal anther,5h 52. REVISED 1/19 . conz> : Wimpy places his right hand on his derby and conmences SINGING. worr (sings) "Sweethaven Naticnal Anthem." ANGIE OW GEEZTL IN CROW The fans stand, their right hands on top of their heads. SONG: "TRE SWEETHAVEN NATIONAL AN'TEDOV." Geezil stands in the aisle anong them, hand on his head, slowly Backing avay, SINGING. LONG SHOT - BARGE Geezil hops into a dory and revs sadly for shore. : cam Is worry, worry, verry. ANGLE ON DOCK = GEEZIL'S FOOD WAGON Geezil clinbs onto dock and runs fot his vagon. He leaps onto the seat. eeu Ie worse than worry. “log uot = svESTEAVEN STREET Geezil's wagon chugs at a asddeningly slow pace up the nill. Geez, Is dead, dead, dead. ‘TONG SHOT - O¥L SOUSE Geezil's wagon arrives.> cu Geezil flies into the skeletal house, races upstairs to Popeye!s een. Is to ams! Is to arns* POPETE Wot is it, Geexil? Geezil races to Olive's room. Is to aras! To aras! oLrvE Me. Geezil, what? Geexil charges domstairs and confronts Nena and Cole. cE Jo arms! Is to feet! Is elbows! Is ankles! WANA What's the can talicing about? coz Tdon't imow tut I want an apology. Geezil races out of the house, followed by the Cy) family, Poreys and Sveepeas Trey all climb onto various sections of the wagon. Ints.of falling, stumbling, pulling aboard, AS WZ TRACK WITH WAGON traveling’ at breakneck steed dovhill. c= Is Castor! Is pieces! Castor! No more Castor! Lidded That no-good wispy!———3s. ae. aE As they arrive ut the barge site: SOUND: A SUMING BLOW, CROWD SOAR 7 Castor Litts out of the ring and ares through the aight sky like a const, flying over the heads of Popeye end Sis crew. CLOSE ON BOFEZE AND OLIVE 7 dooidng up. : CLOSE ON KARA AND COLE leckiag up. NANA AND COLE Worry. Worry. Wior=y. CLOSE ON GEEXIL, \ Jeoking up. cm, T could kill hin to pieces, SOUND: ZEVEATED SINGING OF SHE FIGHT SELL — %. Hem - wrr : stands at the ring mike. waer Are thare any other worthy fatalities? » (off ike) 3 Side bets? Anything to eat? SOUND: 4 HUN GOES THROUGH CEE CROWD ANGLE GN CROWD AND POPES ‘The CROWD BUZZING, craning necks to get a look at the next sucker, as Popeye strides down the center.aisie. Oliva dashes after aim, . No, Popeye! Y * Popeye turns and stares at her.Be cone : ‘POPEIE Tvants me fun. Be starts to clisb into the ring. ANGLE ON WPT at the far side of the ring, leaning casually on the ropes, TALICNG toa fan. Hello, Bill, how's ttle woman? Ietts you and I have a duck dinner text week. You bring the duck, Behind him, Foveye clinks into the ring. The crowd SOARS at Wingy and points. Winpy letharsically turns, sees Popeye, : wer Surely not. FOPEIE AND VDT woe Do you know what you're doing? 7 POPEYE Wimin' 50 bucks fer back taxis. Also gettin! even. weer _ De you realize whom you're fighting? Wingy points. RINGSIDE = OXHEART AND MOTHER Seated in trunks at ringside is OXSLOCD OXZEART CONVERSING with his MOTHER, a little, gray-taired old lady who is busily crocheting. OxEEART You all right, va?REVISED 1/19 . MOTHER Rerfectly fine, Sonny c OXHEART You got good encugh Light? MOTHER Perfectly fine. Seat okay? : His acther nods. OEART Be right back. He climbs into the ring. MOTHER Don't worry. SOUND: THE BELL FOLLOW OXHEART To TEE CENTER OF THE aING. Popeye and Winy wait for hin. Popeye , in boxing gloves, is po -pping down to ais underwear, 7 ‘POPEYE, Tesat yer mdder? OXEEART Don't you dare mention ae mudder! POPEYE I cannot busk ya inna cush wit! yer . mudder lookin’. Wad ya ask her t! ‘Leave? y OMEEART > Grats to you, sucker!56. covmD am 7 WORE = Gentlemen, let's not get violent FOLLOW WOE 70 SDVGSTE 5 where he picks up coney and side bets from the outstretched hands : of ringsiders. Sehind him, Poreye and Oxheart argue. A : ‘OXEEART voor Nobody orders ay cudder ‘Twenty dollars on 20 seconds... around. ten on five seconds... 160 on two seconds... POPEYE I likes all mdders. . cms Mine's the best! POPETE So why let her see ya get busked inna mush? ANGLE ON POPETE AND OXEEART Gxheart loses patience and svings at Popeye, who ducks and slugs him in the gut. He sits heavily down on the canvas. ‘SOUND: CROWD GASP wer az amGSIOE vy He whirls about. FOLLOW HIM back to the center of the ring. wer Here, here! None of that. POPEZE, : Tyan sorry. Any tine a svab takes a pola at ce I can't contral xe refraxes ‘ant I takes a poke back. OXHEART'S MOTEER shaking her imitting needies at Popeye.erossing to ringside to speak to urs. Oxteart. o POPEZE : (Gt ringside) It ain't that T wants t' pulaverize yer son. I'm omy doin! it becuz it's Fight an! t! get even. ‘Behind hin, Oxheart rises and comes ROARING dovm on hin y ANGLE ON RING , - Popeye sails out of the ring, the recipient of a vicious behind the back svire. He lands in'a saat (occupied) directly behind ANGLE ON POPEZE lying atop 2 CUSTOMER, Hrs. Oxheart looking ea. CUSTOMER Bey, ctnon, wilt ya? POPE (fo Mrs. Oxheart) > I will personally haz! tt ask ya tt leave. CUSTER Hey, fella, is this goma take all day? Mra. Oxheart rises and tums to her sonscomm ANGLE on WE collecting money like crazy from ringsiders. Popeye appears behind bin, POPETE You had better return it. It ain't over. Wingy turas, surprised. wOrr What money? Sir, are. you casting aspersions? * Gzheart stalks over and pokes his nose into Popeye's face. OxHEART What did you call ay cother? POPETE (Distracted) Casicin' ssperins? (Falsetto) Wot's te mean? ‘SHOT - OXEEART'S MOTHER shalcing her fist. MOTHER Have nothing further to do with the ‘wrute Sonny! ANCES ON TEE SING Gxheart swings on Popeye. Winry closes his eyes and covers. @ucks and slugs Oxheart, who gues dewn. Popeye completes ‘vy turning completely arcund, fact~tonface with Mrs. Oxheart. FOLLOW POPETE to ringside. Popeye suing, POPEYE I apologerise. Like I say, refrax.FOLLOW FOFETS tack to center ring where the cresfallen iiapy looks down on the unconscious Czheart. POPEYE i ‘Ya had better start countin'. Winyy tums to bin, astonished. POPETE Yer the referee, ain't ya? Er am I casicin' asparagrans? worry Jonas is the nana. Ian one of the enes boys. He walks off to a comer. s wort YY ever saw bin before in ay Life. ‘Popeye raises his right arm and proceeds to count over Cxheart. POPEIE na Wimpy comes rushing back. woer (waispers) ‘Do you realize how cuch I have riding on this? POrErs, : — ‘i \Winpy vaves bis hands at the crovd. 4 wer - B—1 — he seans 1!connD POPETE ss i worr Lek 1-5 ANGLE ON WIMPY ashe is hit by a texato. SOUND: BOOS ANGLE ON ARENA The crowd stands SECUIDIG, SCOING, throwing vegetables, programs, deer cans, - : ANGLE ON POFEXS, WIMPY AND OXEEART. Aa Cxheart lies stumed, Popeye glares at Winpy, whe stands, hands bebind ais back, trying to lock innecent, POPEZE — 1-7” Both are pelted vith trait. vinpy suddenly reaches out a hand and grabs a flying pickle. FOLLOW WDGT to ringside. wore Dees anyone have a hamburger to £0 wath this picicle? DUFFERENT ANGLE on wor Anest patty flies tovard bis head. Visyy expertly picks 4¢ out of the air and slaps the pickle on cop, af it. wer Bun?! A hamburger bun ‘lies at hin. ge catches it and wraps it arcund ‘the seat patty and pickie.oo woer . Ketchup?! A bottle of ketchup zips past his ear. | OXHEART'S VOICE : uch! AUGLE ON FOPEYE AND OXEZART Popeye stands in the center of the ring, which has come to resenble : a vegetable garden, locking dow at Oxheart. Wiepy strolls into the , ? FRAME, reaches down into the pile of produce near Oshoart's head and extracts the ketchup bottle. He dollops ketchup on his Gurger and. comences eating. 7 2) woer : Cold, but nonetheless capital. ) . Into the FRAME comes a FAN with a shopping bag. Pan Good stuztt | ! : {he fan stares shoveling produce ‘ate her shopping tag. FOLIO T= FAN across the rins as other fans clinh througn the ropes and start picking up fruit and vegetables, biting into apples, peeling tananas, trealeing open coconuts. MUSIC: ORGAN SECITAL OF "SWEETEAVEN NATIONAL ANTE oo FULL sdor oF zc. gamed with fans, shoulder to shoulder, eating as if there's no tomorrow. © © sHor + POPEZE POREYE Blow me dowa! ANGLE WIDENS 10 INCLUDE TAX-HAN ‘TAX-HAN (Zo Popeye) ae . 53 tax for operating a fruit Without a license3 DM, OYL KITomNY - MoRNTNG The entire family, plus Poveye, Sveepea and Vispy, gathered arcund the breakfast table in the othervise barren kitchen. No stove, no refrigerator;.pipes hong naked where the sizk used to be. Castor is heavily bandaged. ALL pick fruit and vegetables, gathered th night before, out of a split shopping bag. As Olive feeds Sweerea im bis-high chair, Nana feeds Castor. Popoye eats fruit and counts money mana (to castor) Che sore. Mana withdraws her spoon as Olive lifts hers. OLIVE (fo Sveepea) That's a geod boy. Olive withdraws her spoon as Nana lists hers, etc. mata (fo castor) Qne more bite. Popeye finishes counting the bills and coins. POPEYE Well, it don't come to much after taxis. OLIVE (Feeding sweepea) Te 4a vhat it is. Popeye sailes slyly. POFEIE (to Olive) taja think he'd Icill a0?Gtmon, ya didn't have ao confidinks. OLzvE I did toot (Gailtily) After I asked Sveepea. Susepea tT, Sveepea? ANGLE WIDENS TO INCLUDE OLIVE AND SWEEPEA cue I asked Sveerea, "'Sweepea, will Popeye ba idiled2" SHOE =. SWEEPEA He SPUTTERS. OLIVE AND SUEEFEA.nave So then I asked, "Sveerea, will, | Popeye be seriously nained2" i SHOT = SWEEPEA He SPUTIERS. OLIVE AND SWEEPEA.. : OLIVE ~ So then-I asked, "Sweerea, will Popeye actually survive?" SHOT = SWEEFEA . ! He omits a SIRT WEISTIS CLIVE AND SWEEFEA : : She is increasingly excited. oLavE So then I asked, "Sveepea, will Popeye actually "win?" , close oN WINE consuming food at tice the rate of the others. He suddenly freezes, looks on vith enomous interest. SOUND: SVEEPEA'S WEISTIS, OFF SCREET POPETE (Q,S~ Lamghs) fagts a good trick, Sweepen. Winpy's eyes widen in astonishment. MOVE WITS VIMGY as he slides his chair next to Sweepea's high chair. 5 woer (fe Sveepen) * Adorable little fellow. Have a plum. Hava two pluns. (fo cole) Innkeeper, a gross of plums for ay Little friend here.v0 Be Lifts Sveepea out of ais high chair. woer Mesmerizing little tyke. Let me rock hime out protectively. (laughs) Ert, ert. Lave hin be, Olive. ANGLE ON OLIVE OLE she can rocis him, but I can't? ANGIE oN WEEE MOVE WITH WEIPY as he tacks out of the kitchen with Sveepea in his arms. (0.5) Wha says you can't? (0.82) ‘You said I can't. wner (To Sweepea) Rock. Jiggle. zock. Jiggle. POREYE 0.8.) . That vas before. ome = (0,8) Before what?(0.8. ‘Before I mew you wuz werzied ‘tout me. Winpy removes his derby and begins reading from inside his derby. wor (whispers to Sweepea) Iove!s Blessing? (sputters) wer (dnispers) No Parking? SWEEPER (sputters) omrie 8.) ‘You mean new I can rock hin because Z vas worried about you? (0.82) Tos. oLIve (0.32) Phooey. MOVE IN CN WIMPY AND E25 DEREY. Inside the creva is a racing form. wner (ihispers) cats Pajama? SWEEPEA & long, shrill whistle) ANGLE ON FOFETE AND CLIVEPOPEIE, 12 fooey tine? ours T sala phooey and I zean shocey. Faovey! POPE Then ya can't rock ‘is. I'LL rock "in. “Where's Sveepea? OLIVE . Where's Wicpy? 7 They lock around: Wispy and the baby are gone. 58. DT, SETTING PARLOR Jamed vith cigar-encking cen in derbies and shirt-eleeves, kerchief= headed, cigarette-sxoking woren in cloth coats, carrying shoppiag bags — all of them weaving iz, cut and around each other in complicated traffic pattems, touting, studying the blackbeards, Placing bets with three tockies slouched sehind caged windows, two Phones to each ear, no tve shones alice, MOVE WITH WDGY throug: crowd to the betting window. ‘SOUND: PHONE RINGS. AD-LIS DIAUDISIE caATTER. Wingy shoves a note through the window . wer #2 on Cat's Pajanas. ‘The BOOKIE picks up the note. BOOKIE What's this? waer My note : BCCKIE, Get outta here!Wingy is shunted aside by the customers waiting tenind hin. oe wer I'm good for it cx Tuesday! ‘They're off! Wingy is pushed to the back of the betting parlor as custorers squeeze forvard, Listening intently. ToUDSEEAEER (Uke following is sung dn operatic recitative) and it's Nightlife and Farrage quickly into the lead. Touch He, third, arene Eyebrows fourth, Cat's Pajamas bringing up the rear. Aad at the fizst pole itts Moon Nadzess, Sad San and Zyesore. inte the quarter turn it's Avocado, Trust He, Hectorewin~St.-Zouie-Looie, aid Stopiee ‘If-You've-deard-This-One. Purple Prose coming up om the outside, vith Reckless Brive wovieg into the lead. at the far ura: Warped Values ficst, Orchestra Taeder falls bacie and berecoues Spraised Ankle. Into the stretch now it's Maid of Orleans, Can't~Ze-Zcthered, Diatribe, and Eygienist — and Gere cones vombat! “And . the winner - it's going to be close - oy a neck ~ it's Cat's Pajanas! 59. Dm. KICHEI - DAT ‘The yl famity ruis about locking high and low for Sweepea. WANA Sveepeat cons Sveepea! 5 OLIVE Mee Wingy, you rat! Geenil enters the kitchen.(20 Geezit) That Winy's a no-good. : cam : Flied in ay soup. ANGLE ON POPSTE om the floor, imeeling. He picks up Wispy's raciag form and rises with it in ais hand. Olive's head SYIERS TEE FRE. Popeye and Olive stare at the racing forz, then at each other. 6o- DM. ZECTING PARLOR CLOSE Ct SWEEFEA SUEEPEA (syatters) ANGLE O€ VIGY AND SVEEPEA ; oer Nervous Yasiner? SWEEEA (sputters) wner spitbala : Su (syateers) wore Magma Opus? SEA & shrill whistle) CLOSE aw EtBTO standing tall in the crowd of bettors. Ze tums sharply at che + SOUND OF THE wEISTIE..6 ae + 2 2, a TRACKING Sot - mer as he beats his way through the bustling crowd to the betting window, tan dollars clutched in his hand. Bluto skulks behind him, ducking in and out of the crowd. wer #10 on Magaun Opus! MOVE I Of BIUTO, He locks. impressed. EXD. SETTING PARLOR The Oyls and Geesil stand behind Poneye at the betting rarlor door. Be is TALKING to an eye ina peethole. it belongs to the first ‘toughe . POPETE, T'eamnat etn in? FIRS? Toul No, you can't come in. POPEIE That is yer las! vord! yaes? TOUe Tou can't cone in. POETS You really sean it? I cannot fn in? S ‘FIRsT Tove Go vay, scram, you can't cone ine Popeye calaly walks through the deor, splintering it, leaving an outline of bis kedy. DW. BEPMING PARLOR : The first tough backs off as Popeye enters,62. covmD ANGLE CN ZCOKTE AND WPT The bookie sullenly shoves three tags of money through the wire cage at Wisp. BOOKIE ‘Phooey ap you; here's another thousand. CLOSE ON BLTO ANGLE ON WOE 2 wer don't want it. ANGLE ON BLUTO ANGIE ON 200K Tou don't want it? ANGIE ON WOE wer Tvant it on the nose of Vashtubs in the seventh. ANGLE VIDENS 10 DICLUDE FOPEZE AND OLIYE ‘They come up. behind vimpy, fuming.i 85 62. com ANGIE ON SECTION GF BETTIG PARLOR ‘BOOKIE Washtubs? Popeye steps between Wimpy and the wire cage. POPETE Stow it. ‘Them is ill-gotten gaces won through gambling and child exploiterashilcin. Take it sack. BOOKIE ‘Take it back? woer Take it back?! CLOSE om BITTO =IDTO Take it back? ANGLE ON SECTION OF SETTING PARLOR POPES, Give it ter widders and orphinks. ‘300KKE Gh, yes Mister, that's what I711 do. Righto. Widows and orphans. FOLLOW POPEZE crashing through the crowd, followed by an angry Olive and a stunned Winry. wer Bat—~but—out—but63- EXD - Forlow TH a into the street, Popeye and Clive side by side, inpy chasing aft \ ‘thea. ‘That vas. £10,cc0. OLrvE 10,0007 She falls back to Winpy's position. POPETE Thaf ttcontrol neself or I vill wreck yer face. (verlag) But—bat— onrvE (Gverlap) ‘You won £10,000? » rr Corertap} ‘Do youhave any idea how cany Rasburgers that is?(Overlap) Only two races?! She grabs the racing form out of Vimpy's hand and peruses it. onze (to Sweepea on Popeye's shoulder) Gsteopath? SWEEPER (spatters) one Cold Confort? Tits okay, he's doing this for da nother. (fo Sveepea) Sucking Lemons? Clive and Wispy turn to Face back to the betting parlour. Popeye SHOUTS after then. ‘POPEXE Me chiit vill act be exploitakid fer illegotting ganes. Olive turss tack to Popeye.88 onrve Its not i1 gotten, it's good-gotten gains! ‘These gains will feed us and clothe us and save us! (Overlap) Wrong is wrong even if it saves ya! cLIvE (overlap) Family is more important than dimb norality! wer (Overlap) Mise Oyl, she who wins the debate leses the bet. He tugs at her sleeve. (overlap) You are a corzuptering influinks on dnnocink chil'rens an’ adulls! MOVE WITH CLIVE AID WDE as they run off. Popeye, SHOUTING, recedes into the background. FOPETE, (Shouts) I forbids ya from ever seein! ce chilt again until you reforms or ne can't rophesy no nore. Sot = POPETE AND SWEEPER (Stouts) Gr I changes ce mind, which will be never! He stands, simmering, looking after +63. oy . 6 6. ~~ be POPEE, Qiutters, hurt) Desertaicid. Q He turns his back and walks off with Sveepea. POPEYE Qtutters) I yam wot I yan. He is svaliowed in shadows. POFETE Gtutters) An! thats all I yan. ivr. SETTING PARLOR — DAY Bluto befriends Winry. Ext. "VILE BOOTY - TAT Bluto leads ‘impy into chip. ‘EXT, OFLS' HOUSE - DAT Popeye is in the ‘act of aoving. With Sveepea in one am and his Gaffel bag over bis showlder, he starts cut the doervay, Nana stands in the doorvay arguing to his back. NARA Itts cruel, Ke. Popeye! ‘POFEZE I yam sorry, Urs. Oyl, but Olive an! Winey is a tad influinks on account they assaniks no coraliicy an! yhen we soraliky is assaulked I got no cherce bat tt rove =e son an! ce tVamudder berth. é NARA But you can't take Sweepea avay from Olive. Fopeye starts down the street.6. " POPEXE, Maraliky ain't doughnuts. . STAT GN MBS, CYL, as Popeye walks down the street. EX2. MAIN STREET = DAT ANGLE ON TAX-HA riding his scooter down the now eapty street, alongside Popeye and Sweepea. Ee dismounts and approaches Popeye. TAXMAN You moved out of the Oyls'? * POREYE None efyer bimess. TAxeMAN $3 tax for deserting a sinking household. POREZE ‘nats to you! TAx-HAN 86 tax for talleing back. Popeye ignores the Tax-iian and keeps wallcing. The Tax-Han cones ‘around to Sveepea. 55 TAXSHAN (ao Sveezea) G-cents Post-Birth-Pre-echeol Tax. Popeye vhirls and slugs the Tax-Han, who is sent spravling ten feet, against Geezil's stand. On inract, the stand - all its E pertitions and counters - flies open, WHISTLES go off, two Winiature American Flags pop cut, waving. Geezil yops up, wildly coEEEIG. SOUND: CROWD CHEERS” PULL BACK 10 FULL SHOT OF STHEETWindows and doors fly open. CHEERING heads of men, women, and children. Congetti Yalis on the street. Citizens pour out of stores and houses to surround Popeye, slap Ais back, shake his hand. Amid the CHEERS can be heard Zopeye's NUTTER. POPETE Wah, it wum't so uch. Wek, 4¢ wum!t guttin'. ‘atts okay, all inna day's work, Nab, think muttia' of it. AUGLE ON SdEZPSER The crowd surrounds Popeye, svemping hin with congratulations. Winpy wanders INTO THE FAME, tips his hat to Sweepea, looks agein at Popeye, then grabs the baby and vals off. 7. Wner I cantt believe I've done this. I tly camnct believe it. ANGLE GN DOCS . Wimpy walks up the gengplanic of Bluto's ship, "Ike Vile Body". POPEZE, (0.S., distant) Sueepea! wer Nothing could rake me hehave this way. This is inexcusable and despicable. This can't be se. Saneane else is doing this. One of the Jones boys is doing this. on deck, he walks forvard. PORETE, (0.5. distant) ‘Sweepea! vner Jones, you are beneach contempt. Don't speak’ to ae. Out of the shadows steps Bluto.