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FLETCH
LIVES SCRIPT For the first time on the net... Laker Jim's Fletch Won Homepage presents Fletch Fans everywhere the 1988 Fletch Lives Script. A New Section will be added every FRIDAY (This is not for reprint or sale. This script is solely for entertainment or educational purposes only...enjoy) |
PART 1 - BEGINING (1) to FLETCH SENDS
GILLET PACKING AND FALLS ASLEEP(47)
PART 2 - FLETCH GETS THE CALL (48) to...ZIP
A DEE DOO DAH (55)
PART 3 - FLETCH SEES HIS BELLE ISLE (56) to
FLETCH MEETS CALCULUS (67)
PART 4 - FLETCH SIGNS FOR BELLE ISLE (68)
to FLETCH "BEN"DS OVER (77)
PART 5 - CALL ME HAM (78) to AN INTERUPTION
FROM THE KLAN (91)
PART 6 - WHAT CAN I DO TO YOU...FOR YOU?
(92) to BUGBUSTERS (110)
PART 7 - CALCULUS' SHACK (111) to THE
4,323rd TELEVISION MINISTRY (130)
PART 8 - IRWIN, COME ON DOWN (131) to...
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FLETCH LIVES SCRIPT CONTINUED...
48 INT. NEWSPAPER OFFICE - THE NEXT DAY
Fletch walks in. He passes the "office" of Betty Dilworth, the attractive society editor. Fletch does not stop for this. He knows the answer to his question.
FLETCH
Hi, Betty. How about a burger at Mort's?
BETTY
Some of us prefer to dine in sophisticated settings.
FLETCH
Oh. This one is classy. Mort's has a sign:
"No shoes, no shirts, no service."
Fletch sits down at his cubicle desk. The phone rings. Fletch doesn't answer. Frank is passing Fletch, who is deep in thought. The phone keeps ringing.
FRANK
Fletch, answer your phone.
Fletch takes another moment before answering.
FLETCH
(into phone)
Extension 322.
49 INT. LOUISIANA LEGAL OFFICE - DAY - INTERCUT FLETCH'S OFFICE
A beautiful woman in her 30's is calling Fletch.
AMANANDA RAY
Mr. Irwin Fletcher?
FLETCH
Call me Fletch.
AMANDA RAY
I represented your Aunt Belle Fletcher.
FLETCH
(a small smile)
Good old Aunt Belle. How is she?
AMANDA RAY
She's deceased, Mr. Fletch.
FLETCH
(shrugs)
Oh...guess she could be better.
FRANK
(interrupting)
What about this expense...$58 for leg waxing.
That's bullsh*t.
FLETCH
(lifting his pant leg)
But Frank, feel how smooth they are!
AMANDA RAY
You were hard to find, Mr. Fletch...
FLETCH
I was touring with the Stones.
AMANDA RAY
Didn't you get my message? I am the executor of
your aunt's will...and as such, I can inform you
that you are the major beneficiary of your aunt's
estate. Belle Isle. I'm sure your familiar with it.
FRANK
We're not unreasonable about legitimate expenses. When
you do that sewer story, I'll even advance you the wet
suit and hip boots.
AMANDA RAY
Now this consists of eighty acres of old plantation
property...
FLETCH
Plantation...She left it to me? Could I get back
to you in a few minutes? What's your number?
49A FLETCH'S CUBICLE
He writes the number. hangs up, and turns back to Frank, a big smile on his face.
FRANK
Can we at least return some of these
things? What about the lingerie?
FLETCH
I ate it.
FRANK
Fletch, just for one minute, be serious.
FLETCH
I quit.
FRANK
What?
FLETCH
I quit.
FRANK
(doesn't believe him)
On the sewer story I want...
FLETCH
(hand on his shoulder)
Frank, I'm gonna miss you...
We'll, maybe not.
FRANK
(tapping his fingers)
Fletch, you're always threatening to leave, but...
FLETCH
(also tapping his fingers)
Treat this as good news. You can write my
Jane Doe column.
(a gleam in Franks eye)
It could use your unmistakable touch.
FRANK
(interested)
Really?
FLETCH
One stupid idea stated badly.
FRANK
What about loyalty, journalistic integrity
and the quest for truth?
FLETCH
You're right. I can't abandon the principles that
have nurtured me lo these many years...Wrap 'em up
with the rest of the sh*t on my desk and ship 'em to
my mansion in Louisiana.
He picks up his Laker's cap, a nerf ball and basket and walks out the door.
FRANK
(to Sports and Betty)
Holy sh*t. He really did quit.
50 INT. AIRPLANE - FULL SHOT - DAY
The plane is in flight, Fletch next to the window. Sitting next to him is a nervous, talkative Southern woman -- CINDY MAY SAMPLE. She has a bandage on her nose and is reading an airline magazine.
CINDY MAY
...and my husband said I was crazy to go
2000 miles to have my nose done. That's an
interesting watch you're wearing. Is it a prize
of some sort?
FLETCH
(trying not to be conversational)
No.
CINDY MAY
It certainly looks like one. It's got
golfers on it, hasn't it?
FLETCH
That's the NBA insignia.
CINDY
National Broadcasting?
FLETCH
(hoping the truth will quite her)
It's a Lakers' Championship watch.
It has sentimental value for me...
(he looks at her)
I stole it on my birthday.
The plane drops.
CINDY MAY
Oh, Lord, what was that?
Fletch looks out the window.
FLETCH
We just clipped a Piper Cub, but the
pilot's okay. I can see his parachute.
She laughs in a giant burst.
CINDY MAY
I love a man with a sense of humor.
What did you say your name was?
FLETCH
Nostradamas.
CINDY MAY
I'm Cindy May Sample...
Nostradamus...I love the fighting Irish.
(the plane bumps again)
Lord have mercy. I hate to fly. I wish
I was getting off in Thibodaux like you.
It's two more stops to Selma. All those
ups and downs and ups and downs.
FLETCH
(eyes closed)
Try holding your breath.
Fletch defensively puts on his earphones while she blabs away. He closes his eyes.
51 DREAM SEQUENCE - FULL SHOT - PLANTATION - DAY
In wrought iron, we see the name "BELLE ISLE" as the CAMERA MOVES TOWARDS the porticoed estate that lies at the end of the road bordered by huge moss-hung oaks.
DISSOLVE TO:
52 MED. SHOT - PORCH - FLETCH
Fletch in a white planter's suit sits in his rocker on the porch. A wistful blond (the blond from the office, Betty) in a crinoline dress brings him his mint julep. She looks up with delight.
FLETCH
That you, Betty Lee?
BETTY
Look, Colonel...the folks have come to
serenade you this evening. They love you
so much.
We see the assembling field workers approach the house. They move reverently.
53 NEW ANGLE - FLETCH
He smiles. He turns to someone who looks like Frank from the newspaper.
FLETCH
Uncle Bemus...you know my favorite tune.
FRANK
I sure do, Colonel.
The choral harmony begins with a slight hum as the voices harmonize their version of "Old White Joe".
54 FLETCH'S POV
Of course, in Fletch's dream, all the slaves are white, but dressed in period ante-bellum clothes. Gillet, the alimony lawyer, is groveling at Fletch's feet. Fletch rubs his head in a condescending way. Mr. and Mrs. Underhill (from the first movie) are picking cotton (in their tennis whites) at the corner of the house. Underhill is bitching at his wife until Fletch puts his finger to his lips to quiet them.
55 MED. SHOT - FLETCH AND BETTY
Betty leans to Fletch.
BETTY
Would you mind if I sat in your lap, Colonel?
He takes a deep, wanton breath and helps her down.
FLETCH
Naw, Betty Lee. Set yourself down.
BETTY
The field hands would like to dance for you.
Fletch stands up suddenly, sending Betty Lee into a pratfall.
FLETCH
Dance for me? I'll dance for them!
He steps off the porch and begins singing "Zip A Dee Doo Dah". He moves up an oak alley lined with slave sheds. White slaves come out and join the singing, dancing throng. A bluebird and animated dog join Fletch and the others. The bluebird leaves a dump on his shoulder.
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