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Unformatted text preview: REAR WINDOW by John Michael Hayes Based on a short story by Cornell Woolrich FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY FINAL WHITE SCRIPT December 1, 1953 Converted to PDF by ScreenTalk™ Online http://www.screentalk.org REAR WINDOW REAR 1. FADE IN: INT. JEFFERIES' APARTMENT - (DAY) - LONG SHOT Although we do not see the foreground window frame, we see the whole background of a Greenwich Village street. We can see the rear of a number of assorted houses and small apartment buildings whose fronts face on the next crosstown street, sharply etched by the morning sun. Some are two stories high; others three; some have peaked roofs, others are flat. There is a mixture of brick and wood and wrought iron in the construction. The apartment buildings have fire escapes, the others do not. The neighborhood is not a prosperous one, but neither is it poor. It is a practical, conventional dwelling place for people living on marginal incomes, luck - or hope and careful planning. The summer air is motionless and heavy with humid heat. It has opened windows wide, pushed back curtains, lifted blinds and generally brought the neighborhood life into a sweltering intimacy. Yet, people born and bred to life within earshot and eyeglance of a score of neighbors have learned to preserve their own private worlds by uniformly ignoring each other, except on direct invitation. THE CAMERA PULLS BACK until a large sleeping profile of a man fills the screen. It is so large that we do not see any features, but merely the temple and side of the cheek down which a stream of sweat is running. THE CAMERA PANS OFF this to the right hand side of the window, and MOVES TO a thermometer which is hanging on the wall just outside the window. It registers 84. THE CAMERA MOVES ON into the open, and brings nearer to us a room with a large studio window. We are able to see inside this room. A short, balding man is standing near the window, shaving, using a small bowl of water and a portable mirror which he has set up on a shelf. To the right of him is a battered upright piano. On top of the piano is a radio. The music selection coming from the radio stops, and the announcer is heard. ANNOUNCER The time - 7:15 A.M., WOR, New York. The temperature, outside, 84 --Friends - is your life worth one dollar? REAR WINDOW REAR 2. The man shaving quickly puts down his razor, hurries to the radio, and changes the station, moving past a number of commercial voices until he again finds some music. Contented, he returns to his shaving. THE CAMERA MOVES ON AND OVER to a far building. It passes over the face of this building until it comes to fire escapes. It goes up and near enough to one which has become the outdoor bedroom of a couple. We are near enough to see an alarm clock hanging from the rail which is now ringing vigorously. A man rises lazily to a sitting position. He gropes to switch the alarm off. We see that his pajamas are stained with sweat. In his sitting position he leans forward and shakes somebody beside him. To our surprise, the head of this other person - a woman - rises where his feet are. They have been sleeping in opposite directions. They sit limply looking at each other with bedraggled and weary expressions which show they enjoyed very little sleep in the heat of the night. THE CAMERA NOW MOVES DOWN toward the left onto another low building. It MOVES IN A LITTLE to a living room window. Just inside the windowsill, a small fan is oscillating. The fan sits on the right side of the table, and to the left of it is an automatic toaster. Behind the toaster stands a full-bodied young woman, apparently wearing only a pair of black panties. Her stomach, navel, and the lower part of her chest are naked. Just below her breasts, the curtain, partly drawn, has thrown a deep shadow which extends upward, hiding her breasts, shoulders and head. Two pieces of toast pop up in the toaster. She takes them out, butters them. Then she turns around and bends over another table on which stands an automatic coffee-maker. She picks up the coffee-maker, and swings back to the table to sit down. She does this so deftly that her breasts are never exposed, but hidden by the fan as she sits down. The fan moves back and forth as she pours coffee, far enough to reveal that she wears no bra, but not far enough to fulfill the exciting promise of her lack of clothes. THE CAMERA MOVES ON to a distant street corner seen between two buildings. The traffic is very light at this hour, but a Sanitation Department truck moves through the intersection spraying water out behind it to cool the pavement and keep the dust down. Three little kids in bathing suits run behind the truck, playing in the water. THE CAMERA MOVES OFF and around to some buildings at the side. As it skims this building, we see a hand emerge from one of the windows, and remove the cover from a birdcage which is hanging from a hook on the wall outside. In the cage are two lovebirds - arguing. REAR WINDOW REAR 3. THE CAMERA NOW PULLS BACK SWIFTLY and retreats through the open window back into Jefferies' apartment. We now see more of the sleeping man. THE CAMERA GOES IN far enough to show a head and shoulders of him. He is L. B. JEFFERIES. A tall, lean, energetic thirtyfive, his face long and serious-looking at rest, is in other circumstances capable of humor, passion, naive wonder and the kind of intensity that bespeaks inner convictions of moral strength and basic honesty. He is sitting in an Everest and Jennings wheelchair. THE CAMERA PANS along his right leg. It is encased in a plaster of Paris spica from his waistline to the base of his toes. Along the white cast someone has written "Here lie the broken bones of L. B. Jefferies." THE CAMERA PANS to a nearby table on which rests a shattered and twisted Speed Graphic Camera, the kind used by fast-action news photographers. On the same table, the CAMERA PANS to an eight by ten glossy photo print. It shows a dirt track auto racing speedway, taken from a point dangerously near the center of the track. A racing car is skidding toward the camera, out of control, spewing a cloud of dust behind it. A rear wheel has come off the car, and the wheel is bounding at top speed directly into the camera lens. THE CAMERA MOVES UP to a framed photograph on the wall. It is a fourteen by ten print, an essay in violence, having caught on film the exploding semi-second when a heavy artillery shell arches into a front-line Korean battle outpost. Men and equipment erupt into the air suspended in a solution of blasted rock, dust and screeching shrapnel. That the photographer was not a casualty is evident, but surprising when the short distance between the camera and the explosion is estimated. A signature in the lower right hand corner of the picture reads -- "L. B. Jefferies." THE CAMERA PANS to a second photograph of a picket line at an aircraft plant strike. Strikers, non-strikers and police are embroiled in a bitter and confused riot. Clubs, fists and truncheons swing, blood flows, faces twist with emotion and fallen victims struggle to regain their feet. The picture represents no distant, cautions photographic observation, but rather an intimate report, so immediate and real that the viewer has the nervous feeling the fight surrounds him and he had best defend himself. The same signature, "L. B. Jefferies," is in the corner. REAR WINDOW REAR 4. THE CAMERA PANS TO another framed picture, this one a beautiful and awesome shot of an atomic explosion at Frenchman's Flat, Nevada. It is the cul-de-sac of violence. The picture taken at a distant observation point, shows some spectators in the foreground watching the explosion through binoculars. THE CAMERA MOVES ON to a shelf containing a number of cameras, photographic film, etc. It then PAN ACROSS a large viewer on which is resting a negative of a woman's head. From this, THE CAMERA MOVES ON to a magazine cover, and although we do not see the name of the magazine, we can see the head on the cover is the positive of the negative we have just passed. THE CAMERA FINALLY COMES TO REST ON a pile of magazines - perhaps a hundred or so. They are all of the same publication. LAP DISSOLVE TO: INT. GUNNISON'S OFFICE - (DAY) - CLOSE UP The screen is filled with the top of a desk. In addition to the usual telephones, blotting pad, etc., the most prominent feature is the number of glossy photo prints, and even larger-sized mat prints. Some of them have slips pasted over with descriptions. The center of the desk is occupied by a large layout of photographs on one magazine page. Behind this we hear the murmur of two voices of men who can be vaguely seen beyond the desk. THE CAMERA PANS UP and we are now face to face with IVAR GUNNISON and JACK BRYCE. Gunnison is sitting on a window-ledge, and beyond him we realize we are high above the New York streets. Bryce leans against a wall at right angles to him. Gunnison is holding a cablegram in his hand. Bryce has a cigarette in his mouth. He scratches a match, and is about to light it, when he notices that Gunnison, still reading the cable, has reached into an inside shirt pocket, and produced a cigarette. Quickly, Bryce moves over to light Gunnison's cigarette. Then he settles back to light his own. Gunnison doesn't even bother to thank him. GUNNISON (Looks up) Indo-China - Jeff predicted it would go sky-high. REAR WINDOW REAR 5. BRYCE From the looks of Davidson's cable, it might even go higher than that. And we haven't even got a camera over there. GUNNISON (Stands) This could go off in a month - or an hour. BRYCE I'll pull somebody out of Japan. GUNNISON (Heads for his phone) Bryce, the only man for this job is sitting right here in town. (Picks up phone) Get me L. B. Jefferies. BRYCE (Puzzled) Jefferies? GUNNISON (To Bryce; still holding phone) Name me a better photographer. BRYCE (He can't) But his leg! GUNNISON Don't worry - it comes off today. Bryce gives Gunnison a startled look. GUNNISON I mean the cast. (To phone) INT. JEFF'S APARTMENT - DAY - SEMI CLOSEUP Shooting through the open window, onto Jeff. He is shaving himself with an electric razor as the phone rings. He shuts off the shaver, picks up the phone. JEFF Jefferies. REAR WINDOW REAR 6. GUNNISON (On filter) Congratulations, Jeff. JEFF For what? GUNNISON For getting rid of that cast. JEFF Who said I was getting rid of it? At this moment, his attention is drawn to something across the way. He looks up, expectantly. There is almost a touch of eagerness in his expression. EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD - (DAY) - LONG SHOT While Jeff is continuing his phone conversation, we see the object of his look. Two pretty girls have appeared on the distant roof. They are smiling and talking, although we cannot hear their dialogue. Each wears a terrycloth robe. With their backs to the CAMERA, they take off the robes, slipping them down over their shoulders slowly. Then, seductively, they turn revealing the full beauty of their tanned and bathingsuited bodies. It is almost as if they want to be noticed, the center of neighborhood attention. They at least have all of Jeff's attention. Then they spread the robes in front of them, and lie down on the roof, and out of sight. Jeff seems a little disappointed. INT. JEFF'S APARTMENT - (DAY) - SEMI-CLOSEUP During the whole of this previous action, the conversation between Jeff and Gunnison has gone on as follows: GUNNISON (With logical proof) This is Wednesday. JEFF Gunnison - how did you get to be such a big editor - with such a small memory? GUNNISON Wrong day? REAR WINDOW REAR 7. JEFF Wrong week. Next Wednesday I emerge from this plaster cocoon. GUNNISON That's too bad, Jeff. Well, I guess I can't be lucky every day. Forget I called. JEFF Yeah. I sure feel sorry for you, Gunnison. Must be rough on you thinking of me wearing this cast another whole week. INT. GUNNISON'S OFFICE - DAY - SEMI-CLOSEUP Gunnison is now seated at his desk, with the phone receiver to his ear. His assistant, Bryce, can be seen vaguely in the background. GUNNISON That one week is going to cost me my best photographer - and you a big assignment. INT. JEFF'S APARTMENT - DAY - CLOSE-UP Jeff asks, eagerly and alertly. JEFF Where? We hear Gunnison's reply. GUNNISON There's no point in even talking about it. Jeff's eyes become set upon something else in the neighborhood he sees. EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD - DAY - LONG SHOT Jeff's attention is now drawn to another feature of his backyard entertainment. THE CAMERA IS NOW FOCUSED on the window of the small building where we earlier saw the girl behind the oscillating fan. Loud ballet music is pouring from her open window. The girl, now dressed REAR WINDOW REAR 8. in dark and revealing leotard, and ballet slippers, has just turned away from a portable record player. She begins the first graceful movement of a modern ballet interpretation. She gracefully moves across the room to the rhythm of the music and dance, toward the ice box. With her feet still moving, she throws open the door, and then rhythmically moving back to the center of the room, gnaws the chicken bone, occasionally waving it in the air as part of the choreography. She now twirls over toward a table at the other side of the room on which is an open package of bread slices, some butter nearby. With swaying body, she puts down the chicken leg, and gracefully and rhythmically butters a slice of bread. She picks up both bread and chicken leg and continues her interpretive dance, alternately munching the bread and butter and chicken leg. INT. APARTMENT - DAY - CLOSEUP Jeff's eyes drop from the ballet dancer's room to the one underneath. EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD - DAY - LONG SHOT THE CAMERA PANS from the window of the dancing girl, to the window below. Someone is reading the New York Harald Tribune. The paper lowers, and we see an elderly lady, in her late sixties. She is a faded, refined type. She looks up in the direction of the music and in a calm routine fashion adjusts the volume of her hearing aid. She resumes her reading. INT. JEFF'S APARTMENT - DAY - CLOSEUP Jeff is amused by what he sees, but continues his conversation with Gunnison, which has gone on through all the scenes with the ballet dancer. JEFF (Insistent) Where? GUNNISON (Filter) Indo-China. Got a code tip from the bureau chief this morning. The place is about to go up in smoke. REAR WINDOW REAR 9. JEFF (Pleased; excited) Didn't I tell you! Didn't I tell you it was the next place to watch? GUNNISON You did. JEFF (On filter) Okay. When do I leave? An hour? Half-hour? GUNNISON With that cast on - you don't. JEFF (On filter) Stop sounding stuffy. pictures from a jeep. buffalo if necessary. I'll take From a water GUNNISON You're too valuable to the magazine for us to play around with. I'll send Morgan or Lambert. JEFF Swell. I get myself half-killed for you - and you reward me by stealing my assignments. GUNNISON I didn't ask you to stand in the middle of that automobile race track. JEFF (A little angry) You asked for something dramatically different! You got it! GUNNISON (Quietly) So did you. Goodbye, Jeff. JEFF (Won't let him hang up) You've got to get me out of here! Six weeks - sitting in a two-room apartment with nothing to do but look out the window at the neighbors! At this moment we hear the sounds of a piano playing. It is a simple, but broken, melody as if someone was REAR WINDOW REAR 10. just learning to play the piano, or carefully composing a song. It clashes abruptly with the music from the ballet dancer's apartment. It irritates Jeff as he looks in the direction of the new music. JEFF It's worse than the Chinese water torture. EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD - DAY - SEMI-LONG SHOT We now see the source of the piano music. It comes from the apartment with the studio window which we saw earlier where the man was shaving and listening to the radio. The short, balding man sits at the piano playing a few notes, then transferring them by pencil to notepaper on the piano rack. He continues this process, fighting the interference of the ballet music. The opening bars of his melody are beautiful and earcatching. It is slow, hard work, and the ballet music finally becomes such an interference that he gives up and walks to the window to look down toward the dancer's apartment. He stands by a table at the window which is littered with records, the morning coffee cup, unwashed, the remains of breakfast, old newspapers, song sheets, etc. He takes a cigarette out of his mouth, looks for an ash tray, and ends up putting it out in the coffee cup. He then returns to the piano and begins picking out the melody the dancer is playing on her record player. INT. JEFF'S APARTMENT - DAY - SEMI-CLOSEUP Jeff frowns at the double sound, and raises his voice a little. He continues the conversation which has been heard all through the previous scene. GUNNISON Read some good books. JEFF I've been taking pictures so long I don't know how to read anymore. GUNNISON I'll send you some comic books. JEFF (Low, tense) Listen - if you don't pull me out of this swamp of boredom - I'll do something drastic. REAR WINDOW REAR 11. GUNNISON Like what? JEFF (On filter) I'll - I'll get married. Then I'll never be able to go anywhere. GUNNISON It's about time you got married before you turn into a lonesome and bitter old man. JEFF Can you see me - rushing home to a hot apartment every night to listen to the automatic laundry, the electric dishwasher, the garbage disposal and a nagging wife. GUNNISON Jeff - wives don't nag anymore -they discuss. Jefferies glances out across to the other apartments as he sees: EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD - DAY - SEMI-LONG SHOT We see a three-storied, flat-roofed apartment house. The brick is weatherworn and faded. Each apartment has three windows facing the back, one showing a hallway, one a living room, and the window on the right opening into a bedroom. On the second floor, a man has entered the living room from a hallway door. He carries a large aluminum sample case common to salesmen. He sets down the case heavily, removes his hat, and slowly wipes his brow with the back of his right hand. He takes off his coat and tie. His shirt is stained with sweat underneath. He rolls up his sleeves, and his well-muscled arms heavy with hair confirm his dark, husky build. INT. JEFF'S APARTMENT - DAY - SEMI-CLOSEUP With his eyes still focused on the distant apartments, Jeff continues talking with Gunnison. REAR WINDOW REAR 12. JEFF Yeah? Maybe in the high rent districts they discuss - but in my neighborhood, they still nag. GUNNISON Well - you know best. later, Jeff. Call you JEFF Next time, have some good news. He hangs up and resumes his attention on the apartment of the salesman. EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD - DAY - SEMI-LONG SHOT The salesman looks toward the bedroom door, hesitates, then reluctantly walks toward it. For a moment he is hidden by the wall. INT. JEFF'S APARTMENT - DAY - CLOSEUP Jeff shifts his look more to the right. EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD - DAY - SEMI-LONG SHOT The man enters the bedroom. We can see a woman lying on the far bed. Near her, a small table is covered with medicine bottles, spoons, boxes of pills, a water pitcher and the other impedimenta of the chronically ill. The woman sits up as the man enters. She takes a wet cloth off her forehead. Before the man even reaches her, she begins talking, somewhat vigorously. Pointing to a wristwatch, she seems to be saying something such as "You should have been home two hours ago! I could be lying here dying for all you'd know - or care!" The man stops short of the bed, makes gestures of trying to placate her, but she goes on scolding. His attitude changes to weary patience, then irritation, then anger. He shouts back at her, turns and goes out of the room. Back in the living room, he picks up his hat, throws it against the wall in anger, and leaves the apartment, slamming the door behind him. INT. JEFF'S APARTMENT - DAY - MEDIUM SHOT Jeff's attention is suddenly diverted to...
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