NOtE:

        Joist edy, tis Pity S;Deep in a dump Jo/it." (Choice Drollery, 1656.)

        Joagecoae (1946); S;My name is Joerns." (John Ford, Andrew Sinclair, New York 1979.)

        t, iailed togeto make a cross because time, yet, to carve a stone.

        Did s anguis killed algia for t beo tiness?    vast sky, t he bedrock of an o in which she drowned.

        Sold ;Look after your sister." tle;     to build. Deatence of tche girl was younger.

        t careless sky upon , and time t a rock: "Beloved ; beop    for his own name.

        America begins and ends in tude. Up io in ters of tlantic, ually restless albatross. America, orso of a    time of tory, a , a    laced so tig snapped in t a belt of er tcher and your cold head, your cold head.

        Its tral paradox resides in t top    knotom i, you kno oeamerios, or I    speak of t sileis multitude of tongues.

        Blond ctle girl in ging. In t call them Johnny and Annie-Belle.

        Annie-Belle ramp t    spare time enougo pause and sider turn. No, sir. A womans work is never done and she became a woman early.

        t paterfamilias o too ces of birto teen, fourteen, increasingly astonis and rendered seen. ty so pray in Gods , like t of split logs. Annie-Belle kept imes, but not mucy land, t surday-nigune, mocked ter at he preacher.

        Silend spad an unimaginable freedom w imagine.

        Since    of to s in e. t celebrate to give t was a hard life.

        ters    time tarted. ters oral    about a ;Out t little o talk to cept co;

        did t, and o keep flies out of tter; in er, of t kno a stranger o toake o ty and so on, but, since ion began and e of t of    lig er should.

        Sub. Seen. It    time t year. S on to dry    in ted from talogue,    caug    o be an a of it, tangling up tticoat, ttle, nobody to see    t Jo tone. Giddy, o tangling    see o cover herself.

        ";

        Imagine an orcra bee petticoat    lace, er-darkele trickles running doible as ligender land.

        t;Love t; send he jogged mirror falls.

        "Seven years bad luck --"

        In ts of to see t faces t, superimposed upon one anot at every feature, t o never existed until nohe pure faerica.

        EXtERIOR. PRAIRIE. DAY

        (Long s) Farmhouse.

        (Close up) Petticoat falling on to porch of farmhouse.

        issin, Oa, Nebraska, tas, yoming, Montana . . . Oerritories! t green vastness, in whing is possible.

        EXtERIOR. PRAIRIE. DAY

        (Close up) Johnny and Annie-Belle kiss.

        "Love t; up.

        Dissolve.

        No. It    like t! Not in t like t.

        out ouc hair. he was giddy.

        Annabella: Met well.

        Giovanni:    you and I. I ter.

        Annabella: Yes, you know I do.

        And t, t toget; tumbling togeto see too young to kno do it, yet even in t not do it. . .do o do? From ccry ing from t heir own.

        [Music plays.]

        Giovanni: Let not this music be a dream, ye gods.

        For pitys sake, I beg you!

        [She kneels.]

        Annabella: On my knees,

        Brot, I charge you

        Do not betray me to your mirte.

        Love me, or kill me, brother.

        [he kneels.]

        Giovanni: On my knees,

        Sister, even by our mot, I charge you

        Do not betray me to your mirte.

        Love me, or kill me, sister.

        EXtERIOR. FARMhOUSE PORCh. DAY

        Upset er-tub, spilling over discarded petticoat.

        Empty rog-chair, rog, rog.

        It is t mysterious to me. te. I imagine e or ype, urns tiful oils and ss. s of tinguis;; of sucook root, so    il now.

        And I imagine elligenouris dense oil    live in Eden and of ture of t.

        For surely it ot be this bliss? ho could forbid such bliss!

        as it bliss for oo? Or ? "Look after your sister." But it was ser    as she fed him.

        Giovanni: I am lost forever.

        Lost in tes, ake off    s see o touco it than farmyard ways.

        INtERIOR. MINIStERS hOUSE. DAY

        Diable. Ministers    for her husband and her son.

        MINIStERS IFE: taint rig aint rig there, growing up like savages, never seeing nobody.

        MINIStERS SON: Serribly pretty, Mama.

        ters er turn to look at t prehensively.

        t tless. o ary, once-monts took a c togetc made in t;log " pattern by time toget came out of t telling o put t out, singuisactility of the dark.

        Sy of defloration. Acc tirl. A seem to uro ting space around to t of t grave ted in ter came, ts in ted and all he birds came back.

        A dusk bird    e xylopra.

        EXtERIOR. FARMhOUSE PORCh. DAY

        Annie-Belle, in apron, es out on ead porcrikes metal triangle.

        ANNIE-BELLE: Dinners ready!

        INtERIOR. FARM

        Supper-table. Annie-Belle serves beans. None for herself.

        JO eating anytonight.

        ANNIE-BELLE: t rigonight.

        t e.

        ed to run a, furt, to Utao California    Fat enoug; , s on, not    t of t them.

        ters son, in , came c Annie-Belle. entative manner and mild eyes;    long survive in ting Annie-Belle alted o go to college. "    college ; said     ao go out and visit    on the line.

        Sound of ting ts, the very sound of loneliness.

        Soranzo:    to love?

        Annabella: Not you.

        Soranzo: hen?

        Annabella: ts as tes infer.

        S bad fort. s , s queasy.

        EXtERIOR. PRAIRIE. DAY

        Johe prairie.

        ANNIE-BELLE: I think he likes me, Johnny.

        Pan blue sky, .

        Noahem.

        t, ted lig, filtered t by self.

        Corre:    by self.

        EXtERIOR. FARMhOUSE PORCh. DAY

        Rotles on a fence.

        Bang, bang, bang. Jos ttles one by one.

        Annie-Belle on porcub. tears run down her face.

        EXtERIOR. FARMhOUSE PORCh. DAY

        Fat up on railing, glass and bottle to hand.

        Sun going down over prairies.

        Bang, bang, bang.

        (Fat of vietles off the fence.

        k of fattle against glass.

        EXtERIOR. FARMhOUSE. DAY

        Ministers son rides along tra long s.

        Bang, bang, bang.

        Annie-Belle,    dress, tidy    of o porctle against glass.

        EXtERIOR. FARMhOUSE. DAY

        Ministers so.

        In tage roses, sbrier, daisies.

        Annie-Belle smiles, takes posy.

        ANNIE-BELLE: Oh!

        o a daisy.

        MINIStERS SO me . . .

        takes tle wound.

        . . . make it better.

        Bang. Bang. Bang.

        k of bottle on glass.

        (Close up) Annie-Belle, smiling, breat from her posy.
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