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FADE IN
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HIBERNATING GROUNDHOGS
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A family of groundhogs is nestled together in their burrow
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sleeping off the end of a long winter.
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ROLL CREDITS AND THEME MUSIC
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DISSOLVE TO:
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1 EXT. A FOREST CLEARING - EARLY MORNING 1
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The crust of an old snowfall still covers the frozen
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ground, and the bare, icy branches of the trees glisten
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dully in the early morning light.
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2 INT. TV STUDIO - SAME TIME 2
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PHIL CONNORS is standing in front of a blank green wall
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gesticulating animatedly at some invisible images on the
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wall, talking a mile a minute (MOS). He looks completely
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crazy as he points at nothing and winks to an unseen
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audience.
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3 EXT. WESTERN PENNSYLVANIA - SAME TIME 3
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CREDITS CONTINUE as we streak across the winter landscape,
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flying over fields and farms, small towns and hamlets,
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railroad lines and interstates, coalyards and factories,
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until we cross the Allegheny River and follow it to the
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southwest.
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4 INT. TV STUDIO - SAME TIME 4
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Phil continues pointing out features on the blank wall, but
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from a new angle we can see that he's looking at a monitor
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out of the corner of his eye which shows the chromakey
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insert he's pointing to a national weather map.
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2.
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5 EXT. NEAR PITTSBURGH - SAME TIME 5
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The country towns turn to suburbs, traffic on the roads
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gets heavier and finally we see the skyline of Pittsburgh
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and the confluence of the Allegheny with the Monongahela
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and the Ohio.
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We zoom into a tall building in the downtown area and
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6 INT. PHIL CONNORS' OFFICE - MORNING 6
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We don't see anyone at first but the office itself speaks
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volumes about it's inhabitant, team pictures of the
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Steelers from the Franco Harris-Terry Bradshaw glory years,
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a framed memorial portrait of Roberto Clemente, a local
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Emmy award statue, an erasable weather map and mountains of
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personal junk on the desk, windowsill, and every other
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available surface.
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As the CREDITS END, we notice a sleeping figure on the
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small sofa, buried deep under a pile of coats and a stolen
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airline blanket.
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GIL HAWLEY, Executive Producer of the Action News, sticks
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his head in the door.
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HAWLEY
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Christ, what a pit. Phil.
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The sleeping figure rouses himself and looks out at Hawley.
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It's Phil, the Channel 9 Action News weatherman.
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PHIL
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(sleepy)
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What?
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HAWLEY
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It's February first, Phil. You know
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what tomorrow is?
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Phil sits up and.thinks hard. He's in his mid-thirties,
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smart, rugged-looking, perhaps a little too full of
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himself, but clearly a guy with a lot of personality.
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PHIL
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(catching on)
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Oh, no! Not again.
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He jumps up and exits the office with Hawley right behind
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him.
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3.
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PHIL
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Forget it! I'm not going.
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7 INT. CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 7
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Hawley pursues Phil through the office suite of the Channel
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9 Action News, from the look of it a typical, big city,
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local news operation. A logo on the wall identifies the
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station as WPGH - Pittsburgh.
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Phil ducks into the studio.
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8 INT. STUDIO - CONTINUOUS 8
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Hawley follows him in and catches up with him at the
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weather corner of the Action News set. Phil starts putting
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weather stats up on a chart.
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PHIL
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Get away from me. I'm working.
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HAWLEY
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So what's the outlook? We gonna get
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that blizzard?
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Phil shakes his head and points to the chart which is
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headed "Phil's Phorecast" with a cute caricature of himself
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drawn next to the title.
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PHIL
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No way. All that moisture coming up
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from the Gulf is going to miss us
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completely and take a dump on
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Harrisburg.
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HAWLEY
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(with authority)
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Good, 'cause you're going up to
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Punxsutawney to cover the groundhog
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story tomorrow morning and I want
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you back here in time to do the
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five.
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PHIL
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Jesus, Gil, give me a break, will
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you! I covered the goddamn
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groundhog last year and the year
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before that.
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HAWLEY
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4.
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And you'll do it :next year and the
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year after, too. When I worked in
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San Diego, I covered the swallows
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coming back to Capistrano for ten
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years in a row.
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PHIL
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You should've killed the guy who
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made you do that.
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HAWLEY
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I wanted to do it.
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PHIL
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Then you should've killed yourself.
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I don't want to get stuck with the
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groundhog for the rest of my life.
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HAWLEY
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It's a cute story. He comes out, he
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looks around, he wrinkles up his
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little nose, he sniffs around a
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little, he sees his shadow, he
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doesn't see his shadow, it's nice.
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People like it.
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PHIL
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Many people are morons.
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HAWLEY
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Just do it.
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PHIL
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What'11 you give me?
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Hawley looks across the studio and sees RITA HANSON enter,
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a very attractive segment producer in her late twenties.
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HAWLEY
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(to Phil)
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I'll give you Rita.
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(calls her over)
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Rita, could you come here for a
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second? I got a little job for you.
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Rita is relatively new to the station, but very competent,
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personable, humorous, self-assured and very pretty, in
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short, a genuine princess, though Phil is too self-absorbed
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at this point to realize it.
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PHIL
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(teasing)
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5.
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You can't send Rita out on a story
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like this. She's just a cub, a pup,
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still wet behind the ears. Look at
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her. Her ears are sopping wet. This
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needs a Woodward or a Bernstein.
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It's a big story. People need to
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know.
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RITA
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(intrigued)
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What's the story?
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HAWLEY
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The Punxsutawney Groundhog
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Festival.
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RITA
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Gil, if it's all right with you I'd
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rather follow-up on the nurses'
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strike.
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HAWLEY
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You can do the nurses when you get
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back. Just take the squeaky wheel
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here up to Punxsutawney and get him
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back in one piece. Okay?
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RITA
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Yeah, okay.
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Hawley exits leaving Phil and Rita alone in the studio. She
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knows Phil mainly by his reputation and it isn't good.
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Still, she finds him appealing in an odd way.
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PHIL
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(pleasantly)
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You know, this could be extremely
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interesting.
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RITA
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I've never done a weather story
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before. What's Punxsutawney like?
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PHIL
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Oh, it's an enchanted place. A
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magical world. It's the
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Constantinople of the whole Western
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Appalachian-Susquehanna Drainage
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system.
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RITA
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Do you always joke?
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6.
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PHIL
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About 70 to 80% of the time. Inside
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I'm actually a very shy and
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sensitive person.
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RITA
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A lot of people around here think
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you're not very sincere.
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PHIL
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Tell me the names of these people.
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RITA
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I'll line up a crew and
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transportation. If you don't feel
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like driving, we can all go up in
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the van together.
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PHIL
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I think I'll take my own car. I'm
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not that fond of my fellow man.
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RITA
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(exiting)
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Nice attitude.
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PHIL
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Nice face.
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(calls after her)
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Why don't you ride up with me?
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RITA
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No, thanks.
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STEPHANIE DECASTRO , an attractive, dark-eyed, dark-haired
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correspondent, glares at Phil from across the studio.
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9 INT. PHIL'S OFFICE - LATER 9
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Phil is in his cluttered cubicle talking on a headset phone
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while he reviews cassettes of his groundhog spots from the
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past two years on a small monitor. As he talks, he stuffs a
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number of personal items in an overnight bag, all the time
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watching himself on the TV monitor.
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PHIL
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(on the phone)
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7.
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They don't really think of me as a
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weatherman around here. More of a
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"personality," but with the
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credibility of a first-class
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broadcast journalist. Once you look
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at my tape I think you'll see what
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they mean.
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Stephanie enters and stands in the doorway looking at Phil
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for a long moment. There is something vaguely off-center
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about this woman, not quite FATAL ATTRACTION but still a
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little scary.
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STEPHANIE
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(bitterly)
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I just want to know one thing: did
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I do something wrong or are you
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just tired of me or what? I have to
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know.
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Phil sighs.
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PHIL
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(on the phone)
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Dan, can I call you back? I've just
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been handed something and I better
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get on it --
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(he picks up some papers
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and rustles them for
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effect)
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-- Okay, thanks.
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He takes off the headset, gets up and closes the door for
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privacy.
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PHIL
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(kindly)
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You didn't do anything wrong,
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Stephanie, and I'm not tired of
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you. It's just that I don't have
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time for a real relationship right
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now. I told you that the first time
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we went out.
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STEPHANIE
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(getting close)
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Everybody says that at the
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beginning of a relationship.
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PHIL
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(gently pushing her away)
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8.
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I'm different. I really meant it!
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Things are really starting to move
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for me now. I'm not going to be
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doing the weather for the rest of
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my life. I was just talking to the
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CBS guy about a network job. I want
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that. This is just the beginning
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for me. I can't waste any more
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time.
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STEPHANIE
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Are you saying our relationship was
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a waste of time?
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PHIL
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Our relationship? We went out a
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total of four times! And only twice
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did anything happen. It was fun but
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I don't see that as a big
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commitment.
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STEPHANIE
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(closing in again)
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I had our charts done. My
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astrologer says we're extremely
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compatible. There may even be some
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past lives involvement here.
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PHIL
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See? So we've already done this.
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Let's move on. Next case.
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STEPHANIE
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You know what's wrong with you,
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Phil? You're selfish. You don't
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have time for anyone but yourself.
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PHIL
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That's what I'm trying to tell you.
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You don't want to be with me. You
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can do better. Look, Stephanie, if
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I ever said or did anything to
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mislead you I'm sorry for that, but
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right now I have to do this
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groundhog thing and I don't have a
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handle on it yet.
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He throws some papers and his datebook into a briefcase and
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puts on his jacket.
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PHIL
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9.
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I'll tell you what. I'm going to do
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some serious thinking while I'm in
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Punxsutawney, okay?
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He pats her on the shoulder and brushes past her, leaving
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her standing there with a malevolent look on her face.
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10 EXT. A HIGHWAY - AFTERNOON 10
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A VAN marked ".Channel 9 Action News" speeds along a two-
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lane highway through the winter landscape of West Central
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Pennsylvania. Mounted atop the van is a microwave
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transmitter. Rita is riding up front with LARRY, the union
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cameraman and techie. Phil is following close behind the
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van in a new Lexus coupe. His car has a bumper-sticker that
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reads "Weathermen Like it Wet."
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PHIL (V.O.)
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(on his earphone)
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I'm on my way to Punxsutawney --
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(forced to repeat it, a
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little embarrassed)
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Punx^su-taw-ney -- Work or fun? I
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think that all depends on you.
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11 INT. THE LEXUS - CONTINUOUS 11
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Phil is talking to one of his girlfriends, sorting through
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a stack of CD's, as usual, grabbing at the good life with
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both hands.
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PHIL
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-- I thought maybe you could meet
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me up there tonight and let me
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vulgarize you for about seven hours
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-- So I'm supposed to spend the
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night in Punxsutawney all alone?
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Thanks.
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Phil loads a CD and a great, driving song kicks in.
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A SIGN
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"Welcome to Punxsutawney - The Original Weather Capitol of
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the World Since 1887." Depicted on the sign is a large
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cartoon GROUNDHOG wearing a top hat and clutching an
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umbrella under his arm.
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10.
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The mini-convoy passes some fast food places on the
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outskirts of town.
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12 EXT. MAIN STREET - PUNXSUTAWNEY - LATER 12
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The van drives along, the small-town main drag. There are
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cartoon groundhogs everywhere you look and the whole town
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has been gaily festooned with banners and bunting.
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13 EXT. MOTEL - LATER 13
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The van pulls into the parking lot at a Quality Inn. The
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announcement billboard in front of the motel reads:
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"Groundhog Day Breakfast Special - Feb.2 - All You Can Eat
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- $5.99." The parking area is already crowded with cars
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including a number of other news vans. The Lexus pulls in
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behind the van and everybody gets out.
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Phil takes one look at the motel and shakes his head.
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PHIL
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(calls out)
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Rita! I can't stay here.
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Rita is already helping Larry unload equipment from the
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van.
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LARRY
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(muttering)
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Prima donnas.
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RITA
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It's okay. I'll handle it.
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She crosses to the Lexus where Phil is trying to make
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another call on his earphone.
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RITA
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What's the problem, Phil?
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PHIL
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I hate this place. I stayed here
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two years ago and I was miserable.
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It's like a minimum security
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prison. I'm not staying here.
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RITA
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You're not staying here.
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PHIL
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(brightening)
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11.
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I'm not?
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RITA
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No, Larry and I don't care but I
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thought you might, so I booked you
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at a very nice bed and breakfast on
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Cherry Street. Here's the address.
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She hands him a card.
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PHIL
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(pleased)
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Great. That's great. That's the
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mark of a really good producer.
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Making the talent happy.
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RITA
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Whatever I can do.
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PHIL
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Really? Will you be my love slave?
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RITA
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Whatever I can do within reason.
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Would you like to have dinner with
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Larry and me?
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PHIL
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No thanks, I've seen Larry eat. Why
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don't you ditch Larry and let me
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take you someplace nice?
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RITA
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You mean like a date?
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PHIL
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Yeah.
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RITA
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Oh, no.
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PHIL
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Okay. I get it. You're a little
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intimidated by me, you're all
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excited about the shoot tomorrow,
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you want everything to go just
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perfect. I understand. You just get
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some sleep. Tomorrow will be great.
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RITA
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Well, that's something to look
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forward to. I'll see you in the
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morning.
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12.
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He drives off, leaving her standing there shaking her head.
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LARRY
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Did he actually call himself "the
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talent?"
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Larry snorts and continues unloading their gear.
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14 EXT. CHERRY STREET - DAWN 14
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The first light of morning colors the sky behind the Cherry
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Street Inn, a rambling, white Victorian bed and breakfast.
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CLOSE UP - CLOCK
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A digital clock-radio changes from 5:59 to 6:00 AM. The
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radio comes on, playing the end of the Sonny and Cher hit,
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"I Got You, Babe."
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SUPER: FEBRUARY 2
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15 INT. PHIL'S ROOM - DAWN 15
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Phil sits up in bed and looks around the room. The decor is
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typical bed and breakfast, flocked wallpaper, framed
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prints, and an odd assortment of mismatched furniture. His
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suit is hanging neatly on the back of the closet door and
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his suitcase is open on a stand at the foot of the bed,
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still neatly packed.
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A radio, DEEJAY and his SIDEKICK come on with hyped-up,
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drivetime Chappy talk." Phil stares at the radio and
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listens to them.
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DEEJAY
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Okay, campers, rise and shine, and
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don't forget your booties because
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it's COOOLD out there today1
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Phil grimaces and swings out of bed.
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SIDEKICK
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It's cold out there everyday. What
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is this— Miami Beach?
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The deejay laughs. Phil shakes his head at the cheesy
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repartee as he crosses to the sink and starts brushing his
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teeth.
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13.
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DEEJAY
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Not hardly. And you can expect
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hazardous travel later today with
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that, you know, blizzard thing—
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SIDEKICK
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That "blizzard thing?"
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Phil splashes some water on his face and prepares to shave.
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SIDEKICK
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Oh, here's the report: the National
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|
Weather Service is calling for a
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big blizzard thing.
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DEEJAY
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Yes they are, but there's another
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reason today is very specia --
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SIDEKICK
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Especially cold—
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DEEJAY
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Especially cold, okay, but the big
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question on everybody's lips --
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SIDEKICK
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Chapped lips --
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DEEJAY
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-- on their chapped lips, right --
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Do you think Phil's going to come
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out and see his shadow?
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SIDEKICK
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Punxsutawney Phil.
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Phil looks up at himself in the mirror, admiring his own
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face.
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DEEJAY
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That's right, rodent lovers! It's -
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-
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|
BOTH DEEJAYS
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Groundhog Day1
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SOUND EFFECT of GRUNTING GROUNDHOGS.
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Phil grunts at his reflection in the mirror.
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PHIL
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(to himself)
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14.
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Never again.
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16 INT. CORRIDOR - DAWN 16
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Phil heads for the breakfast room of the inn, now well-
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dressed in a suit and tie, a nice overcoat slung over his
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arm. A CHUBBY MAN passes.
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CHUBBY MAN
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Morning.
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PHIL
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Morning.
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CHUBBY MAN
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Think it'll be an early Spring?
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PHIL
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I'm predicting March 21st.
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17 INT. BREAKFAST ROOM - CONTINUOUS 17
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Phil enters the old library of the house now set up with a
|
|
breakfast buffet. An old spinet piano stands in the corner.
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One wall is lined with .bookcases filled with books. A
|
|
handful of guests are seated around the room, eating.
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|
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|
The matron of the house, MRS. LANCASTER, spots Phil as she
|
|
comes out of the kitchen with a fresh pot of coffee.
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MRS. LANCASTER
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Did you sleep well, Mr. Connors?
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PHIL
|
|
(with mock civility)
|
|
Like a Roumanian orphan, Mrs.
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|
Lancaster.
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MRS. LANCASTER
|
|
Would you like some coffee?
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|
PHIL
|
|
I don't suppose it'd be possible to
|
|
get an espresso or a capuccino
|
|
around here.
|
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|
MRS. LANCASTER
|
|
15.
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|
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|
(blankly)
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|
I don't really know --
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|
PHIL
|
|
Forget it. This'll be fine.
|
|
|
|
MRS. LANCASTER
|
|
(as she pours)
|
|
I wonder what the weather's going
|
|
to be like for all the festivities.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
My guess is it'11 be cold and
|
|
overcast, high today in the low
|
|
30's, dropping to the low 20's
|
|
tonight, but I'm predicting that
|
|
all that moisture coming up from
|
|
the Gulf is going to miss us and
|
|
dump some locally heavy snow,
|
|
possibly blizzard conditions with
|
|
travel advisories in the Harrisburg
|
|
area and maybe as far east as
|
|
Philadelphia.
|
|
(off her surprised look)
|
|
You want to talk weather, you asked
|
|
the right guy.
|
|
|
|
He heads for the door.
|
|
|
|
MRS. LANCASTER
|
|
Oh, will you be checking out today,
|
|
Mr. Connors?
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|
PHIL
|
|
Unfortunately yes.
|
|
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|
Phil exits.
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18 EXT. BOARDING HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER 18
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|
|
|
Sipping at the steaming coffee, Phil manages to put on his
|
|
coat and gloves as he descends the front steps of the house
|
|
and joins the flow of pedestrian traffic on the street.
|
|
|
|
|
|
19 EXT. MAIN STREET -KPUNXSUTAWNEY - CONTINUOUS 19
|
|
16.
|
|
|
|
|
|
There are a lot of people on the street for this hour.
|
|
Traffic is so heavy in fact, the pedestrians are moving
|
|
faster than the cars. Everyone seems to be going in the
|
|
same direction, making the annual trek to see the
|
|
groundhog.
|
|
|
|
An OLD BUM is sitting on the sidewalk leaning against a
|
|
storefront. Someone throws him a coin. Phil walks by
|
|
without taking any notice.
|
|
|
|
MAN (O.C.)
|
|
Hey, Phil!
|
|
|
|
A big pie-faced man, NED RYERSON, comes huffing and puffing
|
|
right up to him. There is something about this guy that
|
|
makes us dislike him on sight.
|
|
|
|
NED
|
|
Phil! Phil Connors! I thought that
|
|
was you!
|
|
|
|
Phil looks at him vaguely.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(at a loss)
|
|
I'm sorry. Have we -- uh --
|
|
|
|
NED
|
|
My oh my! Phil Connors. Don't say
|
|
you don't remember me, 'cause I
|
|
sure as heckrfire remember you.
|
|
Well?
|
|
|
|
Phil stares, trying to remember.
|
|
|
|
NED
|
|
Ned Ryerson? Needlenose Ned? Ned
|
|
the Head. Come on, buddy. Case
|
|
Western High?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Ned?
|
|
|
|
NED
|
|
17.
|
|
|
|
|
|
I see you clicking through that
|
|
brain of yours. Click-click, click-
|
|
click, click-click—Bing! Ned
|
|
Ryerson, did the whistling trick
|
|
with my belly button in the talent
|
|
show. Bing! Ned Ryerson, got the
|
|
shingles real bad senior year
|
|
almost didn't graduate. Bing again!
|
|
Ned Ryerson, went out with your
|
|
sister Mary Pat a couple of times -
|
|
- 'til you told me not to anymore.
|
|
Well?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(resigned)
|
|
Ned Ryerson.
|
|
|
|
NED
|
|
Bing!
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
So what're you doing with yourself,
|
|
Ned?
|
|
|
|
NED
|
|
Phil, I sell insurance.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(sorry he asked)
|
|
No kidding.
|
|
|
|
NED
|
|
Do you have life insurance, Phil?
|
|
'Cause if you do, I bet you could
|
|
use more -- who couldn't? -- but I
|
|
got a feeling you don't have any.
|
|
Am I right?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
You know, Ned, I'd love to talk to
|
|
you but I really have to --
|
|
|
|
Phil starts to walk away,,but Ned won't take the hint.
|
|
|
|
NED
|
|
18.
|
|
|
|
|
|
That's okay. I'll walk with you.
|
|
When I see an opportunity, I charge
|
|
it, like a bull. Ned the Bull,
|
|
that's me now. Some of my friends
|
|
live and die by actuarial tables,
|
|
but I think it's all just a crap
|
|
shoot anyhoo. Ever heard of single
|
|
premium life? That could be the
|
|
ticket for you, buddy. God, it's
|
|
good to see you! Hey, what're you
|
|
doing for dinner?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Dinner? Umm, I don't think that's
|
|
going to work for me.
|
|
|
|
As they continue walking, Phil steps into what looks like a
|
|
shallow puddle and ends up ankle deep in wet slush. Ned
|
|
laughs like a donkey.
|
|
|
|
NED
|
|
Hey, look out for that first step!
|
|
It's a doozy!
|
|
|
|
Phil looks at him with murderous contempt.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
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|
|
|
|
|
20 EXT. GOBBLER'S KNOB - DAWN 20
|
|
|
|
A big crowd is standing in a park-like clearing off a
|
|
residential street. They are gathered around a large mound
|
|
of dirt enclosed by a rail fence, waiting for the big
|
|
moment. For a cold gray dawn, there is the atmosphere of a
|
|
festival here.
|
|
|
|
An area close to the mound is roped off for news reporters
|
|
and cameras. Rita stands there, a pocket of genuine beauty
|
|
in this sea of potbellied old union guys and blow-dried
|
|
reporters.
|
|
|
|
Stomping her feet against the cold, Rita looks at her watch
|
|
and glances around. Larry, the cameraman, just looks bored.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
How could he be late?
|
|
|
|
LARRY
|
|
Prima donnas.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
It's just so -- inconsiderate.
|
|
19.
|
|
|
|
|
|
LARRY
|
|
What happens to some people?
|
|
They're born nice. They grow up
|
|
nice. You put 'em on TV and - bam!
|
|
Prima donnas.
|
|
|
|
Rita spots Phil heading into the crowd.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Here he comes. Phil! Hey, Phil.
|
|
Over here!
|
|
|
|
Phil joins them in the press area. Rita pulls him to his
|
|
mark near the rail fence.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Where've you been?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
I got hung up with some jerk I went
|
|
to high school with. So, did you
|
|
sleep okay without me? You tossed
|
|
and turned, didn't you?
|
|
|
|
Rita holds up a slate for Larry to ID the tape.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
You're incredible.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Who told you?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Ready when you are.
|
|
|
|
Phil takes the microphone from Rita and positions himself
|
|
against the fence.
|
|
|
|
The Groundhog Club Officials in top hats, striped trousers
|
|
and cutaway coats parade out to the burrow that houses
|
|
Punxsutawney Phil.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Looks like they're starting. Roll
|
|
tape.
|
|
|
|
LARRY
|
|
Rolling.
|
|
|
|
Rita silently counts down from five and cues Phil who
|
|
instantly snaps into announce mode.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
20.
|
|
|
|
|
|
(to camera)
|
|
Once a year, the eyes of the nation
|
|
turn here, to this tiny hamlet in
|
|
Pennsylvania, to watch a master at
|
|
work. The master? Punxsutawney
|
|
Phil, the world's most famous
|
|
weatherman, the groundhog, who, as
|
|
legend has it, can predict the
|
|
coming of an early spring.
|
|
|
|
Rita turns to Larry. This is impressive, so far, so good.
|
|
|
|
A Groundhog Club Official kneels at the burrow and
|
|
ceremoniously knocks on the small wooden door, then opens
|
|
it and retreats.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
And here's the big moment we've all
|
|
been waiting for. Let's just see
|
|
what Mr. Groundhog has to say.
|
|
|
|
The groundhog sticks his head out, looks around, steps out
|
|
of the hole, and runs over to the other side of the mound,
|
|
about as far away from the cameras as he can get.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Hey! Over here, you little weasel!
|
|
|
|
Larry zooms in as far as he can but the best he can manage
|
|
is a close-up of the groundhog's back. The groundhog stands
|
|
there a moment, his body casting a long shadow, then he
|
|
lets out a squeak and runs back into the hole.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Great shot, huh, folks? Well, that
|
|
was certainly worth the trip. Now
|
|
we'll be hearing from Mr. Buster
|
|
Greene, President of the
|
|
Punxsutawney Groundhog Club, the
|
|
so-called Seer of Seers who will
|
|
interpret for us.
|
|
|
|
BUSTER GREENE, dressed up in his top hat and cutaway coat,
|
|
walks onto the mound and hushes the crowd.
|
|
|
|
BUSTER
|
|
He came out, and he saw his shadow.
|
|
Sorry, ladies and gentlemen, but it
|
|
looks like it's going to be a long
|
|
winter.
|
|
|
|
The crowd lets out a good-natured "Awwwwww" in
|
|
disappointment.
|
|
21.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(sarcastic, to camera)
|
|
Well, that's it. Sorry you couldn't
|
|
be here in person to share the
|
|
electric moment. This is one event
|
|
where televison really fails to
|
|
capture the excitement of thousands
|
|
of people gathered to watch a large
|
|
squirrel predict the weather, and I
|
|
for one am deeply grateful to have
|
|
been a part of it. Reporting for
|
|
Channel 9, this is Phil Connors.
|
|
|
|
Larry cuts the camera.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
(to Phil)
|
|
You want to try one that's a little
|
|
sweeter?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(to Rita)
|
|
That's as sweet as I get. I'm outa
|
|
here.
|
|
|
|
As he exits, Phil tosses the mike to Larry, who isn't
|
|
expecting the throw and bobbles it, dropping the mike on
|
|
the ground.
|
|
|
|
LARRY
|
|
(mutters)
|
|
Prima donnas.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
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|
|
|
|
|
21 INT. DINER - LATER 21
|
|
|
|
Phil is sitting alone having a cup of coffee in a busy,
|
|
loud and lively cafe. Rita enters, sees him sitting there,
|
|
crosses to his table and sits down across from him.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
That was really lousy.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Is it my fault the little rat went
|
|
south on us?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
22.
|
|
|
|
|
|
A real professional would have
|
|
handled it. You acted like it was a
|
|
personal insult. Who do you think
|
|
you are — Wolf Blitzer?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
God, you really take this stuff
|
|
seriously, don't you.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Yes, I do. As far as I'm concerned
|
|
there are no little stories, Phil.
|
|
Only little reporters with big egos
|
|
who think they're too good for the
|
|
job they have to do.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(trying to look hurt)
|
|
You really don't know me very well,
|
|
do you. 'Cause if you did you could
|
|
never say something like that about
|
|
me. I care! Call me a cockeyed
|
|
optimist but I happen to think
|
|
there's more to this job than just
|
|
getting my ugly mug on the boob
|
|
tube every night.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Is that so.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Yes, that is so.
|
|
|
|
Rita is so irritated by him she can't even respond.
|
|
|
|
Phil looks at her evenly for a long moment.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
So as far as us getting together,
|
|
would you say the glass is half
|
|
empty or half full?
|
|
|
|
Larry pokes his head in the doorway, looks around, spots
|
|
Rita and makes his way over to their table.
|
|
|
|
LARRY
|
|
(to Rita)
|
|
You ready? We better get going if
|
|
we 're going to stay ahead of the
|
|
weather.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
23.
|
|
|
|
|
|
You don't have to rush off, you
|
|
know. That storm is going to miss
|
|
us completely.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Nice working with you, Phil. See
|
|
you around.
|
|
|
|
Rita walks away, leaving him sitting alone.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
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|
|
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|
22 EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY 22
|
|
|
|
Phil's Lexus is driving down the highway. Light snow is
|
|
just starting to fall.
|
|
|
|
PHIL(V.O)
|
|
(on the earphone)
|
|
I'll call you after I see the
|
|
network guy. I should be back there
|
|
in a couple of hours -- What? -- I
|
|
can't hear you -- you're breaking
|
|
up -- Hello? Sabrina?
|
|
|
|
|
|
23 INT. THE CAR - CONTINUOUS 23
|
|
|
|
Phil is getting annoyed as the phone connection
|
|
deteriorates. The snow is getting heavier. Phil switches on
|
|
the windshield wipers.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Sabrina? Can you hear me? Shit!
|
|
|
|
He slams the phone back into it's cradle, then looks up and
|
|
notices slow traffic up ahead. He honks his horn as the
|
|
traffic comes to a complete stop. He keeps honking but
|
|
nothing moves.
|
|
|
|
He rolls down the window and looks up ahead. The highway is
|
|
a parking lot.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
No. No!
|
|
|
|
|
|
24 EXT. THE CAR - CONTINUOUS 24
|
|
24.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Phil jumps out and begins to walk down the highway, past
|
|
the parked cars, shivering in his light sweater and silk
|
|
sport shirt. The snowfall is getting heavier and the wind
|
|
is pickin up. The snow comes down unnaturally hard and
|
|
fast. He walks on, slipping and sliding in his expensive
|
|
loafers until he comes to a police roadblock up ahead,
|
|
manned by TWO HIGHWAY PATROLMEN.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
What's going on, Officer?
|
|
|
|
PATROLMAN
|
|
Nothin's goin1 on. We're closin'
|
|
the road. Big accident up ahead.
|
|
Blizzard movin1 in.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
What blizzard? A couple of flakes!
|
|
An isolated phenomenon of nature.
|
|
|
|
PATROLMAN
|
|
Are you nuts? We got a major storm
|
|
movin' in.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
No, no. All that moisture is going
|
|
to miss us and hit Harrisburg.
|
|
|
|
PATROLMAN
|
|
Pal, you got that moisture on your
|
|
head.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
But I have to get to Pittsburgh
|
|
today!
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|
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PATROLMAN
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Mister, the only place anybody's
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goin' on this road is back to
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Punxsutawney.
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Phil glowers at him and shivers.
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CUT TO:
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25 INT. GAS STATION - LATER 25
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Phil is on a pay phone. Snow is falling heavily outside.
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GAS STATION ATTENDANT is shovelling around the pumps.
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PHIL
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25.
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|
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So all the long distance lines are
|
|
down? What about the satellite? Is
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it snowing in space? -- But I have
|
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to call Pittsburgh -- Isn't there
|
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some special line you keep open for
|
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emergencies or for celebrities? --
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Well, I'm both really. I'm a
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celebrity in an emergency. Can you
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patch me through on that line?
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The door opens and Phil is blasted with frigid Arctic wind
|
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and blowing snow. The GAS STATION ATTENDANT enters the tiny
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office and in trying to squeeze past Phil accidentally
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bangs him on the head with his snow shovel.
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CUT TO:
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26 INT. HOTEL BAR - EVENING 26
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Phil is at the bar in Punxsutawney's oldest and best hote,
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the Pennsylvanian. He looks very bored, drinking a beer,
|
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unsuccessfully hustling an attractive local girl named
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NANCY.
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PHIL
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|
You never saw me on TV -- on the
|
|
news?
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|
NANCY
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|
I don't think so. What part of the
|
|
news do you do?
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|
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PHIL
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I'm the White House correspondent
|
|
for NBC news.
|
|
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|
NANCY
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|
Oh, I'm so sure.
|
|
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PHIL
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|
Ask me anything?
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|
NANCY
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|
Okay, how big is the White House?
|
|
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PHIL
|
|
Three bedrooms, two and a half
|
|
baths. Looks much bigger than it
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|
is.
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Nancy just stares at him, clearly not into his sense of
|
|
humor.
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26.
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|
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|
Suddenly, a BRIDE in full white wedding gown and veil
|
|
rushes into the bar, crying and shouting. A gaggle of
|
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BRIDESMAIDS flutters around her trying to coax her back to
|
|
her own wedding but she won't budge. Then the GROOM,
|
|
wearing a bad rented tux, comes storming in and tries to
|
|
drag her back, until the BEST MAN restrains him and the
|
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bridesmaids hustle the bride away.
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|
|
|
Phil watches the whole drama play out, then turns back to
|
|
Nancy.
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|
PHIL
|
|
Good start. I'm sure they'll be
|
|
very happy. So what do you say? You
|
|
want to play doggie obedience
|
|
school with me?
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|
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|
NANCY
|
|
Thanks. I'll pass.
|
|
|
|
She gets up to leave.
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|
PHIL
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|
Sit! Stay!
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|
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|
He watches her go, then tosses a tip on the bar and exits
|
|
somewhat unsteadily.
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CUT TO:
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|
INSERT - A THICK BOOK
|
|
|
|
The cover reads "101 Curses, Spells and Enchantments You
|
|
Can Do at Home." A well-manicured feminine hand opens the
|
|
book to a marked page.
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|
27 INT. CHERRY STREET INN - NIGHT - SAME TIME 27
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|
Phil enters his room and drunkenly tosses his overcoat,
|
|
scarf and gloves on the floor in a heap.
|
|
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|
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|
28 INT. STEPHANIE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT 28
|
|
|
|
Stephanie Decastro, Phil's disaffected ex-lover, is sitting
|
|
cross-legged on the floor with the book of curses open in
|
|
front of her. Her hair is down, she's wearing a caftan with
|
|
a Zodiac print, there are candles everywhere and other
|
|
vaguely occult decorating touches.
|
|
|
|
INSERT
|
|
27.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Phil's business card is dropped into a dish. Then the Tarot
|
|
card of the Hanged Man, a chicken bone, and a feather are
|
|
placed on top of it.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
|
|
He stands at the sink, looking at himself in the mirror,
|
|
flexing his muscles.
|
|
|
|
STEPHANIE
|
|
|
|
Reading from the book, she mutters incantations in a secret
|
|
language, then she sprinkles some powder on the plate, then
|
|
a few drops of oil. Then she makes a few passes over it
|
|
with her hands and, much to her surprise, the contents of
|
|
the plate spontaneously combust.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
|
|
As he crosses to the bed, he accidentally knocks over the
|
|
suitcase stand, spilling his clothes out onto the floor.
|
|
|
|
He contemplates picking them up for a moment, decides to
|
|
leave them there, and flops down on the bed. He lies there
|
|
looking u up at the ceiling until the room starts to spin
|
|
around, then he closes his eyes and quickly drops off to
|
|
sleep, still fully clothed.
|
|
|
|
STEPHANIE
|
|
|
|
To complete the spell, she picks up a broken wristwatch and
|
|
drops it into the fire.
|
|
|
|
INSERT
|
|
|
|
Phil's business card, the Hanged Man and the broken watch
|
|
in flames. The watch crystal is cracked and the hands are
|
|
frozen at 5:59.
|
|
|
|
DISSOLVE TO:
|
|
|
|
CLOSE UP - CLOCK
|
|
|
|
The digital clock-radio changes from 5:59 to 6:00 AM. The
|
|
radio comes on, playing the end of the Sonny and Cher hit,
|
|
"I Got You, Babe," just as it did the day before.
|
|
|
|
|
|
29 INT. PHIL'S ROOM - DAWN 29
|
|
28.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Phil sits up in bed, quickly alert, and looks around the
|
|
room. Something is wrong. He's wearing pajamas, his suit is
|
|
once again hanging neatly on the closet door and his
|
|
suitcase is back on its stand at the foot of the bed, again
|
|
neatly packed.
|
|
|
|
The song ends and the same radio deejay and his sidekick
|
|
come on with the same manic energy. Phil stares at the
|
|
radio and listens to them. A look of astonishment comes
|
|
over his face as they banter.
|
|
|
|
DEEJAY
|
|
Okay, campers, rise and shine, and
|
|
don't forget your booties because
|
|
it's COOOLD out there today!
|
|
|
|
SIDEKICK
|
|
It's cold out there everyday. What
|
|
is this -- Miami Beach?
|
|
|
|
The deejay laughs. Phil "mock" laughs at exactly the same
|
|
time, recognizing the repartee from the previous morning.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(to himself)
|
|
Nice going guys. That's yesterday's
|
|
tape.
|
|
|
|
Phil crosses to the sink and gets a towel off the rack,
|
|
only half-listening to the radio.
|
|
|
|
DEEJAY
|
|
Not hardly. Expect hazardous travel
|
|
later today with that, you know,
|
|
blizzard thing --
|
|
|
|
SIDEKICK
|
|
That "blizzard thing?"
|
|
|
|
Phil turns on the water and splashes some on his face as if
|
|
trying to wake himself up, vaguely disturbed by the
|
|
repetition of the broadcast.
|
|
|
|
SIDEKICK
|
|
Oh, here's the report: the National
|
|
Weather Service is calling for a
|
|
big blizzard thing."
|
|
|
|
DEEJAY
|
|
Yes they are, but there's another
|
|
reason today is very special --
|
|
|
|
SIDEKICK
|
|
29.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Especially cold --
|
|
|
|
DEEJAY
|
|
Especially cold, okay, but the big
|
|
question on everybody's lips --
|
|
|
|
Phil supplies the next line in unison with the radio.
|
|
|
|
SIDEKICK AND PHIL
|
|
Chapped lips --
|
|
|
|
DEEJAY
|
|
-- on their chapped lips, right --
|
|
Do you think Phil's going to come
|
|
out and see his shadow?
|
|
|
|
SIDEKICK
|
|
Punxsutawney Phil.
|
|
|
|
Some vague doubt causes Phil to go to the window.
|
|
|
|
DEEJAY
|
|
That's right, rodent lovers! It's -
|
|
-
|
|
|
|
BOTH DEEJAYS
|
|
Groundhog Day!
|
|
|
|
SOUND EFFECT of GRUNTING GROUNDHOGS as Phil pulls back the
|
|
curtains and looks out.
|
|
|
|
HIS POV
|
|
|
|
The street is full of people heading toward Gobbler's Knob,
|
|
exactly as they did the day before.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(aghast)
|
|
What the hell?
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
|
|
30 INT. BED AND BREAKFAST - DAWN 30
|
|
|
|
Phil rushes out into the corridor, hastily tying his tie,
|
|
his suit jacket and overcoat over his arm. As he heads for
|
|
the breakfast room, the same Chubby Man passes.
|
|
|
|
CHUBBY MAN
|
|
Morning.
|
|
30.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Morning.
|
|
|
|
CHUBBY MAN
|
|
Think it'll be an early Spring?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(stops, irritated)
|
|
Didn't we do this yesterday?
|
|
|
|
CHUBBY MAN
|
|
(intimidated)
|
|
I don't know what you mean.
|
|
|
|
Phil grabs him by the front of his shirt and looks deep
|
|
into his eyes.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Don't mess with me, pork chop. What
|
|
day is this?
|
|
|
|
CHUBBY MAN
|
|
(terrified)
|
|
February second—Groundhog Day!
|
|
|
|
Phil can see he's telling the truth and relaxes his grip on
|
|
the poor man.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Okay. Sorry. I'm having a bad day.
|
|
|
|
Phil walks on, leaving the chubby man baffled and insulted.
|
|
|
|
CHUBBY MAN
|
|
(to himself)
|
|
I'll say.
|
|
|
|
|
|
31 INT. BREAKFAST ROOM - CONTINUOUS 31
|
|
|
|
Phil enters the old library of the house and finds
|
|
everything exactly as it was the day before. Mrs. Lancaster
|
|
spots Phil as she comes out of the kitchen with the fresh
|
|
pot of coffee.
|
|
|
|
MRS. LANCASTER
|
|
Did you sleep well, Mr. Connors?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(completely confused)
|
|
Did I? I don't know --
|
|
|
|
MRS. LANCASTER
|
|
31.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Would you like some coffee?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Yes, thank you. I'm feeling a
|
|
little strange.
|
|
|
|
MRS. LANCASTER
|
|
(as she pours)
|
|
I wonder what the weather's going
|
|
to be like for all the festivities.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Did you ever have deja vu, Mrs.
|
|
Lancaster?
|
|
|
|
MRS. LANCASTER
|
|
Is that the Italian dessert with
|
|
the brandy and the chocolate
|
|
mousse?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
No, that's spaghetti. Never mind.
|
|
|
|
He heads for the door, still in a daze.
|
|
|
|
MRS. LANCASTER
|
|
Oh, will you be checking out today,
|
|
Mr. Connors?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(vaguely)
|
|
I don't know. I don't think so.
|
|
I'll tell you after I wake up.
|
|
|
|
Phil exits.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
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|
|
|
|
|
32 EXT. BOARDING HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER 32
|
|
|
|
Phil gulps down the steaming coffee, still trying to wake
|
|
up from what he assumes is a dream, and descends the front
|
|
steps of the house. He accosts a PASSERBY.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Ma'am? Excuse me. Where's everybody
|
|
going?
|
|
|
|
PASSERBY
|
|
To Gobbler's Knob. It's Groundhog
|
|
Day!
|
|
32.
|
|
|
|
|
|
The coffee cup drops from Phil's hand as he stands there
|
|
open-mouthed. Then he slaps his own face and shakes his
|
|
head as if trying to clear it and starts off down the
|
|
street.
|
|
|
|
|
|
33 EXT. MAIN STREET - PUNXSUTAWNEY - CONTINUOUS 33
|
|
|
|
Phil rushes down the street, again failing to notice the
|
|
OLD BUM sitting on the sidewalk leaning against a
|
|
storefront.
|
|
|
|
NED RYERSON (O.C.)
|
|
Hey, Phil!
|
|
|
|
Ned Ryerson approaches with the same obnoxious attitude.
|
|
|
|
NED
|
|
Phil! Phil Connors! I thought that
|
|
was you!
|
|
|
|
Phil just stares at him and keeps walking.
|
|
|
|
NED
|
|
My oh my! Phil Connors. Don't say
|
|
you don't remember me, 'cause I
|
|
sure as heck-fire remember you.
|
|
Well?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Ned Ryerson?
|
|
|
|
NED
|
|
Bing! First shot right out of the
|
|
box. So how's it going, ol' buddy?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
To tell you the truth, Neddy, I'm
|
|
not feeling real well. Could you
|
|
excuse me?
|
|
|
|
NED
|
|
Now it's funny you should mention
|
|
your health 'cause you'll never
|
|
guess what I do.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(very distressed and
|
|
desperate to get away
|
|
from this guy)
|
|
Do you sell insurance, Ned?
|
|
|
|
NED
|
|
33.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Bing again! You're sharp as a tack
|
|
today. Do you have life insurance,
|
|
Phil? 'Cause if you do, I bet you
|
|
could use more -- who couldn't?" --
|
|
but I got a feeling you don't have
|
|
any. Am I right?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(really annoyed now)
|
|
Did I say "fuck off," Ned? I can't
|
|
talk to you right now.
|
|
|
|
He backs away from Ned and steps right into the same deep,
|
|
slushy puddle he stepped in the day before.
|
|
|
|
NED
|
|
(braying)
|
|
Hey, look out for that first step.
|
|
It's a doozy!
|
|
|
|
Phil looks down at his wet shoes and cuffs and stumbles off
|
|
toward Gobbler's Knob.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
|
|
34 EXT. GOBBLER'S KNOB - DAWN 34
|
|
|
|
The crowd is gathered as before for the big moment.
|
|
|
|
In the press area, Rita is having the same dialogue with
|
|
Larry, when she spots Phil heading into the crowd.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Here he comes. Phill Hey, Phil!
|
|
Over here!
|
|
|
|
Phil waves to her and heads straight for an obscure corner
|
|
of the Knob, gesturing for her to follow.
|
|
|
|
Larry shakes his head as Rita charges through the crowd
|
|
toward Phil. She catches up to him just as he is scratching
|
|
a mark in the snow with his foot. She notices immediately
|
|
that he is uncharacteristically dishevelled, his tie askew,
|
|
his hair mussed.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Where've you been?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(nervous, sweat ing)
|
|
I've got to talk to you. I think
|
|
I'm losing my mind.
|
|
34.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
I know you're losing it. What are
|
|
you doing over here? The camera's
|
|
over there.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Slap me, Rita.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
What is this?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(insistent)
|
|
Just slap me -- hard.
|
|
|
|
She gives up and taps him lightly on the cheek.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
I said hard!
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
I can't!
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Do it!
|
|
|
|
Rita shrugs and slaps him very hard.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(his cheek smarting)
|
|
Better. Almost too hard, Rita.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Are you drunk?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
No, drunk is more fun. Can I be
|
|
serious with you for a minute?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
I don't know. Can you?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Yes. I 'm being serious. I' m
|
|
having a problem -- no, I may be
|
|
having a problem.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
What are you trying to say?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
35.
|
|
|
|
|
|
I'm trying to say that if I was
|
|
having a problem, just
|
|
hypothetically, I'd like to know
|
|
that you're someone I could count
|
|
on in a crisis.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
(worried)
|
|
What did you do last night?
|
|
|
|
The crowd begins to hush.
|
|
|
|
LARRY
|
|
We better get started. We're going
|
|
to miss it.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Were not going to miss it.
|
|
(indicating the other
|
|
reporters)
|
|
They're going to miss it.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
(emphatic)
|
|
Phil. We've been out here for an
|
|
hour. We're cold and tired. Let's
|
|
just get this and get out of here.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Okay, put it here.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
What?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Put the camera here.
|
|
|
|
Rita takes a forlorn glance towards the press area, where
|
|
all of the other cameras are set up.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Phil, there is no tomorrow on this
|
|
one. It's Groundhog Day.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
We were in the wrong spot
|
|
yesterday.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
(irked)
|
|
What? Yesterday? What are you
|
|
talking about?
|
|
36.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Just trust me. Put the camera here.
|
|
|
|
Rita looks at him like he's crazy, then looks at her watch
|
|
and gives up.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Larry!
|
|
|
|
She charges off toward the cameras.
|
|
|
|
In the Press Area, several reporters are already talking to
|
|
their cameras, dribbling on about how "He could appear any
|
|
second now." Rita and Larry grab their gear and rush back
|
|
to Phil.
|
|
|
|
Larry hurriedly sets up the camera.
|
|
|
|
LARRY
|
|
You want me to roll tape?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
(to Phil)
|
|
Are you going to get on your mark?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
No hurry.
|
|
|
|
Larry glances over at the other news reporters, all talking
|
|
to their cameras and pointing towards the mound.
|
|
|
|
LARRY
|
|
(desperately)
|
|
Everyone else is rolling!
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Rita looks helplessly at Phil.
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RITA
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I'm begging you, all right? Gould
|
|
we please just do this?
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Phil glances down at his watch.
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PHIL
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Okay, let's do it.
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He crosses over to Larry and taps him on the shoulder.
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PHIL
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Roll tape.
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LARRY
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37.
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(mumbling)
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Prima donnas.
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Phil takes the microphone from Rita and positions himself
|
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against the fence.
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LARRY
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|
Rolling.
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Phil does a similar intro to the one he did before, though
|
|
this time it's a bit tentative.
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|
PHIL
|
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(to camera)
|
|
Well, it's Groundhog Day -- again -
|
|
- and you know what that means.
|
|
Everybody's here on Gobbler's Knob
|
|
waiting in the cold for the
|
|
appearance of the most famous
|
|
groundhog in the world,
|
|
Punxsutawney Phil, who's going to
|
|
tell us just how much more of this
|
|
we can expect.
|
|
|
|
The Groundhog Club Official knocks on the groundhog's door,
|
|
then opens it and retreats.
|
|
|
|
Phil takes a deep breath and makes his first experimental
|
|
prediction, recalling the previous day.
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|
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|
PHIL
|
|
My forecast is we're going to see
|
|
the groundhog peek its head out of
|
|
its hole, look around a little bit,
|
|
then he's going to come out,
|
|
scamper over to this general area,
|
|
look at the crowd for a second,
|
|
make a little burping noise and run
|
|
back into the ground.
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|
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RITA
|
|
(whispers to Larry)
|
|
That's it. I'm going to kill him.
|
|
|
|
Phil looks at his watch.
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|
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|
PHIL
|
|
Okay? And here we go --
|
|
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|
Phil points to the hole and Larry zooms in.
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|
38.
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|
|
|
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|
The groundhog sticks his head out, looks left, looks right,
|
|
steps out of the hole, and runs away from the press pool,
|
|
directly over to Larry's camera. As he stands there, his
|
|
body casts a long shadow. The groundhog looks right into
|
|
the camera, lets out a squeak, and runs back into the hole.
|
|
|
|
Rita and Larry are completely amazed as the crowd cheers
|
|
the brief appearance of the groundhog. Larry pans back to
|
|
Phil.
|
|
|
|
Phil just stands there speechless, staring at the groundhog
|
|
burrow.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
(hisses)
|
|
Phil!
|
|
|
|
Buster Greene, the Groundhog club official, walks onto the
|
|
mound and hushes the crowd, exactly as before.
|
|
|
|
BUSTER
|
|
He came out, and he saw his shadow.
|
|
Sorry, ladies and gentlemen, but it
|
|
looks like it's going to be a long
|
|
winter.
|
|
|
|
Again the crowd lets out a good-natured "Awwwwww" in
|
|
disappointment.
|
|
|
|
Larry pans back to Phil just in time to see him walking
|
|
away in a fog, without signing off. Then he pans back to
|
|
Rita.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
(at a loss)
|
|
For Channel 9 News, this is Rita
|
|
Hanson in Punxsutawney.
|
|
|
|
She holds for a moment then makes the cut sign, drawing her
|
|
finger across her throat.
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|
CUT TO:
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|
|
|
35 INT. PHIL'S ROOM - LATER 35
|
|
|
|
Phil is on the phone desperately trying to make a call.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(on the phone)
|
|
39.
|
|
|
|
|
|
I know there's a blizzard, but I
|
|
have to get a call through to my
|
|
doctor in Pittsburgh. It's a
|
|
medical emergency -- No, don't give
|
|
me the Punxsutawney Fire
|
|
Department. When do you think the
|
|
long distance lines will be working
|
|
again? -- But what if we don't have
|
|
a tomorrow? We didn't have one
|
|
today, my friend -- Hello -- Hello?
|
|
|
|
He hangs up and shakes his head which is now really
|
|
starting to ache, then he pops a handful of Tylenol, lies
|
|
down and pulls the covers up over his head. A moment later,
|
|
he sits up, takes a pencil from the nightstand, breaks it
|
|
in half and puts the pieces back on the nightstand. Then he
|
|
lies back down and retreats back under the covers.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
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|
|
|
CLOSE UP - CLOCK
|
|
|
|
The digital clock-radio changes from 5:59 to 6:00 AM. The
|
|
radio comes on, playing the end of the Sonny and Cher hit,
|
|
"I Got You, Babe," just as it did the day before.
|
|
|
|
|
|
36 INT. PHIL'S ROOM - DAWN 36
|
|
|
|
Phil sits up in bed fearing the worst and looks on the
|
|
nightstand. The pencil is whole again. Completely stunned
|
|
by the phenomenon, he jumps out of bed and starts dressing
|
|
hurriedly as the morning Deejays begin their now familiar
|
|
rap.
|
|
|
|
DEEJAY
|
|
Okay, campers, rise and shine, and
|
|
don't forget your booties because
|
|
it's COOOLD out there today!
|
|
|
|
SIDEKICK
|
|
It's cold out there everyday. What
|
|
is this -- Miami Beach?
|
|
|
|
Phil rushes out of the room.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
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|
|
|
|
|
37 EXT. CHERRY STREET - LATER 37
|
|
40.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Phil hurries toward the bed and breakfast carrying two
|
|
gallon buckets of paint, and a couple of big bags from a
|
|
hardware store.
|
|
|
|
|
|
38 INT. BED AND BREAKFAST - CONTINUOUS 38
|
|
|
|
Phil enters and passes Mrs. Lancaster in the breakfast
|
|
room.
|
|
|
|
MRS. LANCASTER
|
|
Painting something, Mr. Connors?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
I'm conducting an experiment.
|
|
|
|
|
|
39 INT. PHIL'S ROOM - LATER 39
|
|
|
|
Phil enters and dumps the bags on the bed. Out fall a
|
|
couple of big paintbrushes, a small sledgehammer, a
|
|
handsaw, a crowbar, plastic goggles and assorted other
|
|
tools. He puts on the goggles, grabs a hammer and some
|
|
nails and starts nailing the door shut.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
|
|
40 EXT. CORRIDOR - LATER 40
|
|
|
|
Mrs. Lancaster and several other guests are gathered in the
|
|
hall outside Phil's room, listening at the door and looking
|
|
very worried. Loud music is playing inside the room.
|
|
|
|
From inside the room, they hear the sound of loud
|
|
hammering, wood splintering and glass breaking.
|
|
|
|
|
|
41 INT. PHIL'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS 41
|
|
|
|
Phil, has demolished just about all the furniture and
|
|
woodwork in the room. He rips off the last of the wooden
|
|
moldings with the crowbar, then crosses to the mirror over
|
|
the demolished sink.
|
|
|
|
Phil stands there, staring at his image in the mirror,
|
|
trying to figure out what's happening to him. He starts
|
|
breathing heavier, as if gathering courage, then, just when
|
|
we think he's going to cut off his ear or something, he
|
|
raises an electric barber clipper and shaves a bald stripe
|
|
up the middle of his head. He studies his new look for a
|
|
moment then smashes the mirror with his sledgehammer.
|
|
41.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Then he opens the cans of paint, dips the two big brushes
|
|
into the cans and starts slapping bright red paint onto the
|
|
walls, madly, feverishly, splashing himself and everything
|
|
else in the room with it.
|
|
|
|
As a final touch he grabs the bed pillows and rips them
|
|
open, then shakes them all around the room creating a storm
|
|
of feathers.
|
|
|
|
Finally, Phil falls exhausted on the bed. From outside we
|
|
can hear outraged hotel employees pounding on the door.
|
|
|
|
We pan over to the clock radio, the only undamaged object
|
|
in the room. Feathers drift down past the face of the clock
|
|
which reads 5:59 AM. The time changes to 6:00, the radio
|
|
clicks on and "I Got You, Babe" starts playing as we pan
|
|
back to Phil sleeping on the bed.
|
|
|
|
He opens his eyes, jumps out of bed and looks around. No
|
|
paint, no feathers, no damage. Everything is as clean and
|
|
tidy as the day he checked in.
|
|
|
|
He races over to the unbroken mirror and looks at himself.
|
|
His hair is completely restored, as if it had never been
|
|
shaved.
|
|
|
|
The song ends and the deejays come on. Phil says every word
|
|
right along with them, shocked into a state of complete
|
|
wonderment.
|
|
|
|
PHIL AND DEEJAY
|
|
Okay, campers, rise and shine, and
|
|
don't forget your booties because
|
|
it's COOOLD out there today.
|
|
|
|
PHIL AND SIDEKICK
|
|
It's cold out there everyday. What
|
|
is this -- Miami Beach?
|
|
|
|
The deejay laughs. Phil laughs insanely along with him.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
|
|
42 EXT. GOBBLER'S KNOB - EARLY MORNING 42
|
|
|
|
Phil is wrapping up another groundhog report, trying to be
|
|
completely professional despite the circumstances.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(with forced good humor)
|
|
42.
|
|
|
|
|
|
-- So according to Mr. Groundhog I
|
|
guess we can expect six more weeks
|
|
of winter. It's not very
|
|
scientific, but it sure is fun.
|
|
Hey, wait a second. If he's right,
|
|
I could be out of a job!
|
|
(mock laugh)
|
|
For Channel 9 News, this is Phil
|
|
Connors in Punxsutawney.
|
|
|
|
He holds until Larry stops tape, then approaches Rita.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
How was that?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
(pleased)
|
|
It was good. A little smarmy for my
|
|
taste, but I guess that's what
|
|
sells.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Could I talk to you about a matter
|
|
that is not work related?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
You never talk about work.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Do you know what I did last night?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Do I want to know?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
I destroyed my hotel room.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
You what! This is not some kind of
|
|
rock and roll tour. We don't have
|
|
the budget for that --
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
No, it's okay. This morning it was
|
|
all right again. That's what I have
|
|
to talk to you about.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Phil, what are you doing?
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
43.
|
|
|
|
|
|
43 EXT. MAIN STREET - A BIT LATER 43
|
|
|
|
Phil and Rita cross the street and walk past a crowd of
|
|
concerned citizens gathered around what looks like a car
|
|
accident. As an ambulance arrives, Phil and Rita enter the
|
|
cozy looking diner on the corner.
|
|
|
|
|
|
44 INT. DINER - CONTINUOUS 44
|
|
|
|
Phil and Rita sit together at the same table they had
|
|
previously. The WAITER approaches.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
(to waiter)
|
|
Could I have some coffee, please?
|
|
|
|
The waiter pours her a cup.
|
|
|
|
WAITER
|
|
(exiting)
|
|
I'll be back to take your order.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Thanks.
|
|
(to Phil)
|
|
Okay, so tell me. How'd you know
|
|
where to put the camera?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Because I've done it before.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
I know, but the groundhog doesn't
|
|
do exactly the same thing every
|
|
year, does he?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
I'm not talking about last year.
|
|
I'm talking about today. I lived it
|
|
before.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
You're having deja vu?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Big time. Rita, I know it's nuts
|
|
but I keep reliving the same day
|
|
over and over -- Groundhog Day --
|
|
today. This is the third time.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
(completely skeptical)
|
|
44.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Uh-huh. I'm waiting for the
|
|
punchline.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
No, really. It's like today never
|
|
happened. I shaved my head last
|
|
night, today its all grown back. I
|
|
could probably cut off my limbs,
|
|
one by one, and -- pop! They'd grow
|
|
back. Just like a starfish. I
|
|
probably don't even have to floss?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
I'm wracking my brain, but I can't
|
|
even begin to imagine why you'd
|
|
make up something like this.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
'Cause I'm not making it up. I'm
|
|
asking for your help.
|
|
|
|
Rita looks at him for a long moment.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Okay, I'll bite. What do you want
|
|
me to do?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
The truth? I'd 1ike you to spend
|
|
the next 24 hours with me and don't
|
|
leave my side for a second.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
I see. You know, Phil, you can
|
|
charm all the little P.A.'s at the
|
|
station, all the secretaries, and
|
|
even some of the weekend anchors,
|
|
but not me -- not in a thousand
|
|
years.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Wait a second --
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Not if I was dying and your breath
|
|
was the only cure; not if having
|
|
your child was the only way to
|
|
preserve the human race. Just get
|
|
it out of your head because it is
|
|
NOT GOING TO HAPPEN!
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
So much for the truth.
|
|
45.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Larry pokes his head in the doorway, looks around, spots
|
|
Rita and makes his way over to their table.
|
|
|
|
LARRY
|
|
(to Rita)
|
|
You ready? We better get going if
|
|
we're going to stay ahead of the
|
|
weather.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Yeah, I'm ready, Larry.
|
|
(exiting)
|
|
Good luck, Phil.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
INSERT
|
|
|
|
X-rays of Phil's skull are slapped up onto a light box.
|
|
|
|
|
|
45 INT. MEDICAL CLINIC - DAY 45
|
|
|
|
Phil is having his head examined by a NEUROLOGIST.
|
|
|
|
NEUROLOGIST
|
|
No spots, no tumors, no lesions, no
|
|
clots, no aneurisms. Everything
|
|
looks fine and dandy to me, Mr.
|
|
Connors. Have you considered
|
|
psychiatric help?
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
|
|
46 INT. PSYCHOLOGIST'S OFFICE - DAY 46
|
|
|
|
Punxsutawney's only PSYCHOLOGIST is a marriage and family
|
|
counselor at the local Lutheran church. His appearance and
|
|
manner indicate he may have some serious problems of his
|
|
own.
|
|
|
|
PSYCHOLOGIST
|
|
(not too confident)
|
|
That's kind of an unusual problem,
|
|
Mr. Connors. Most of my work is
|
|
with couples and families.
|
|
|
|
Phil is lying on a couch. His head is completely shaved.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
46.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Yeah, but you're still a
|
|
psychologist. You must have had
|
|
some course in school that covered
|
|
this kind of thing.
|
|
|
|
PSYCHOLOGIST
|
|
Sort of, I guess. Abnormal
|
|
Psychology.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
So based on that what would you
|
|
say?
|
|
|
|
PSYCHOLOGIST
|
|
(hesitant)
|
|
I'd say that maybe you're -- I
|
|
don't know -- a little delusional.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
You're saying this thing is not
|
|
really happening to me?
|
|
|
|
PSYCHOLOGIST
|
|
Uh-huh.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Then how do I know this
|
|
conversation is really happening?
|
|
|
|
PSYCHOLOGIST
|
|
I guess you don't.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Then forget about me paying you.
|
|
|
|
A discreet little alarm sounds.
|
|
|
|
PSYCHOLOGIST
|
|
(relieved)
|
|
I'm afraid that's all the time we
|
|
have, Mr. Connors.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Wait! Are you saying I'm crazy?
|
|
|
|
PSYCHOLOGIST
|
|
(humoring him)
|
|
Not necessarily. If it concerns you
|
|
we should schedule our next session
|
|
as soon as possible. How's tomorrow
|
|
for you?
|
|
|
|
Phil glowers at him.
|
|
47.
|
|
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
INSERT - A MODEL OF THE SOLAR SYSTEM
|
|
|
|
A SCIENTIST in a white lab coat is holding up the model.
|
|
Phil looks on with interest.
|
|
|
|
SCIENTIST
|
|
(authoritatively)
|
|
Now if the moon exerts a
|
|
gravitational pull strong enough to
|
|
cause the tides, then it may be
|
|
theoretically possible for a Black
|
|
Hole or a Singularity of sufficient
|
|
magnitude to actually bend time
|
|
enough to cause it to fold back on
|
|
itself.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
You think that's a realistic
|
|
possibility?
|
|
|
|
A paper airplane sails past his head, accompanied by a
|
|
noisy outburst of juvenile laughter. We pull back to
|
|
REVEAL:
|
|
|
|
|
|
47 INT. CLASSROOM - DAY 47
|
|
|
|
Twenty-five eighth-graders running amok.
|
|
|
|
SCIENTIST
|
|
(sternly)
|
|
All right! I think someone may just
|
|
need a little visit to the
|
|
Assistant Principal's office! Get
|
|
back in your seats. The bell has
|
|
not rung yet.
|
|
|
|
The kids sit back down, but keep up their noisy chatter.
|
|
|
|
SCIENTIST
|
|
(to Phil)
|
|
Well, I'm speaking purely
|
|
hypothetically.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
|
|
48 INT. SCHOOL CORRIDOR - LATER 48
|
|
48.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Phil is walking toward the exit when he passes a first
|
|
grade classroom. The door is open and the TEACHER is
|
|
discussing a story with the class.
|
|
|
|
TEACHER
|
|
So the princess picked up the frog
|
|
and kissed him.
|
|
|
|
Phil stops outside the door to listen.
|
|
|
|
|
|
49 INT. CLASSROOM - CONTINUOUS 49
|
|
|
|
TEACHER
|
|
Now who can tell me what happened
|
|
when the princess kissed the frog.
|
|
|
|
LITTLE BOY
|
|
Her lips got slimed!
|
|
|
|
The whole class erupts in giggles and shrieks.
|
|
|
|
TEACHER
|
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Okay, come on now. What happened
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when she kissed the frog?
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LITTLE GIRL
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The princess kissed the frog and
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the spell got broke and he turned
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into a handsome prince and they got
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married and lived happily ever
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after.
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TEACHER
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That's right.
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50 INT. THE CORRIDOR - SAME TIME 50
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Phil is leaning against the wall listening. There is
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something very arresting about the fairy tale, but finally
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he just shakes his head and exits.
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51 INT. DEW DROP INN - LATER THAT NIGHT 51
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Phil is at a bar getting drunk with two local blue-collar
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workers, GUS and PHIL.
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PHIL
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49.
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Gus, what would you do if there was
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no tomorrow?
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GUS
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You mean like if the world was
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gonna end?
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PHIL
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No, I mean like if it was never
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going to end. If everyday was the
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same and you were stuck here and
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you couldn't get out and nothing
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you did mattered?
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GUS
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You're right. Everyday is the same,
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I can't get out of here and nothin'
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I do matters.
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V RALPH
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No, he's askin1 you a question, ya
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idiot.
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GUS
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What was the question?
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RALPH
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What if nothing mattered?! Jeez, I
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know what I'd do. I'd just spend
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all my time drivin' fast, gettin1
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loaded and gettin' laid. That's it.
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PHIL
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That's it. It just doesn't get any
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better than this, does it? Good
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friends, good conversation and
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quality brew. Drink up, boys.
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They salute each other and drink.
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52 EXT. THE STREET - LATER 52
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Phil, Gus and Ralph approach Ralph's big, black, old Buick
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convertible parked outside the bar. They are even drunker
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than they were before.
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RALPH
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(fumbling with his
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carkeys)
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50.
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Where you stayin', Phil? We'll drop
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you off.
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PHIL
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Hey, friends don't let friends
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drive drunk. Give me your keys.
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He's as wasted as they are, but Ralph hands over his keys
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without a fight.
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RALPH
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Thanks, man.
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PHIL
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It's nothing. Get in.
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They all pile into the front seat with Phil at the wheel.
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PHIL
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(starting the ear)
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Seatbelts.
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Ralph and Gus give him the thumbs up sign and start digging
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around in the seat cracks for their seatbelts. Suddenly,
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Phil floors the accelerator and peels away, sideswiping a
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parked car as he screeches around the corner.
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53 INT. THE BUICK - CONTINUOUS 53
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Phil is having a great time. Gus and Ralph are whooping it
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|
up like kids on a roller coaster.
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PHIL
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This is great, Ralph!
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RALPH
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Oh, hey, take a left!
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Phil passes the intersection.
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RALPH
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You missed it!
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PHIL
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No problem --
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54 EXT. MAIN STREET - CONTINUOUS 54
|
|
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|
Phil throws the car into a high-speed, skidding U-turn,
|
|
goes up on the curb, across a couple of lawns, takes out a
|
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mailbox and a STOP sign and bounces back onto the street.
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51.
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|
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A POLICE CAR parked in front of the hardware store pulls
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|
out and takes off after him.
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55 INT. THE BUICK - CONTINUOUS 55
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|
Phil swerves in and out of oncoming traffic. Gus is
|
|
starting to look a little green.
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PHIL
|
|
So many rules --
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RALPH
|
|
You can say that again.
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PHIL
|
|
"Don't do this --"
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56 EXT. THE STREET - CONTINUOUS 56
|
|
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|
The Buick demolishes a parked car.
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|
PHIL (V.O.)
|
|
"Don't do that -- "
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|
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|
He mows down a row of parking meters.
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POLICE CAR
|
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|
|
It comes screaming around a corner in hot pursuit of the
|
|
Buick
|
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|
57 INT. THE BUICK - CONTINUOUS 57
|
|
|
|
Ralph hears the siren and looks back at the police car.
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|
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|
RALPH
|
|
All right! Try and stop us, you
|
|
mothers!
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|
PHIL
|
|
No more rules!
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|
RALPH
|
|
No more rules!
|
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|
58 EXT. THE STREET - CONTINUOUS 58
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|
|
A second police car joins the chase.
|
|
52.
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RALPH
|
|
(looking back)
|
|
That's two!
|
|
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|
PHIL
|
|
Having a good time?
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|
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|
RALPH
|
|
I'm having a great time!
|
|
|
|
Phil speeds up to a hundred miles and hour. Gus is looking
|
|
even worse from the liquor and the motion of the car.
|
|
|
|
GUS
|
|
Hey, uh --
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|
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|
PHIL
|
|
Phil.
|
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|
GUS
|
|
Yeah, Phil -- like the groundhog.
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|
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|
PHIL
|
|
Right.
|
|
|
|
GUS
|
|
Hey, Phil? How're we going to get
|
|
out of this?
|
|
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|
THEIR POV - THE INTERSECTION AHEAD
|
|
|
|
Two police cars with lights flashing are parked sideways,
|
|
completely blocking the road. Officers stand in the
|
|
roadway, motioning for Phil to stop.
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|
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|
PHIL
|
|
(calmly)
|
|
Gus, you're just going to have to
|
|
trust me on this one.
|
|
|
|
He tromps the gas pedal to the floor. Gus's eyes go wide
|
|
with terror.
|
|
|
|
The police dive out of the way.
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|
|
|
PHIL AND RALPH
|
|
Yahooooo!
|
|
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|
THEIR POV - THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD
|
|
|
|
The Buick crashes head on into one of the police cars.
|
|
53.
|
|
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|
|
|
BLACK OUT:
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|
CLOSE UP - CLOCK
|
|
|
|
The time changes from 5:59 to 6:00. The radio starts
|
|
playing "I Got You, Babe."
|
|
|
|
Phil sits up suddenly and looks around, completely amazed.
|
|
He is in his room at the bed and breakfast, everything
|
|
exactly the same as before. He hops out of bed and quickly
|
|
examines himself for signs of physical injury. Nothing. The
|
|
music ends and the two deej ays come on.
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|
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|
DEEJAY
|
|
Okay, campers, rise and shine, and
|
|
don't forget your booties because
|
|
it's COOOLD out there today.
|
|
|
|
Phil talks out loud along with them.
|
|
|
|
PHIL AND SIDEKICK
|
|
It's cold out there everyday. What
|
|
is this -- Miami Beach?
|
|
|
|
The deejays laughs. Phil laughs, too, exhilirated at having
|
|
survived the car wreck, still very confused and perplexed,
|
|
but just beginning to see the possibilities of his unique
|
|
situation. He starts dressing in a hurry.
|
|
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|
CUT TO:
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|
59 INT. BREAKFAST ROOM - CONTINUOUS 59
|
|
|
|
Phil rushes into the breakfast room just as Mrs. Lancaster
|
|
comes out of the kitchen with the coffee. Everything is
|
|
exactly the same as before.
|
|
|
|
MRS. LANCASTER
|
|
Would you --
|
|
|
|
Phil interrupts, answering all her questions before she
|
|
even asks them.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(urgently)
|
|
Yes, I would like some coffee; the
|
|
weather is going to be cold and
|
|
overcast with blizzard conditions
|
|
moving in later today; and yes, I
|
|
will be staying an extra day.
|
|
|
|
MRS. LANCASTER
|
|
54.
|
|
|
|
|
|
(baffled)
|
|
Why thank you.
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|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Mrs. Lancaster, has anyone been
|
|
around here looking for me this
|
|
morning? Maybe a state official,
|
|
blue coat, hat, gun, nightstick,
|
|
badge, driving a late-model Ford br
|
|
Chevy, black and white with bubble
|
|
lights on top --
|
|
|
|
MRS. LANCASTER
|
|
(shocked)
|
|
No, no one like that -- I don't --
|
|
Will they be?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(greatly relieved)
|
|
Apparently not.
|
|
|
|
Phil gooses her, grabs a sweet roll, and heads for the
|
|
door, starting to believe now that he can truly do anything
|
|
he wants to.
|
|
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|
CUT TO:
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|
60 EXT. BOARDING HOUSE - DAWN 60
|
|
|
|
Phil stops on the steps, puts on his coat and gloves and
|
|
again joins the traffic heading toward Gobbler's Knob.
|
|
|
|
|
|
61 EXT. MAIN STREET - MOMENTS LATER 61
|
|
|
|
Phil passes the old bum, ignoring him as usual.
|
|
|
|
NED (O.C.)
|
|
Hey, Phil!
|
|
|
|
Phil slips off his glove as Ned Ryerson lumbers toward him.
|
|
|
|
NED
|
|
Phil! Phil Connors!
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Ned! Ned Ryerson! Ned the Head!
|
|
|
|
Before Ned can say another word, Phil SLUGS HIM. Ned goes
|
|
down, Phil puts his glove back on and keeps walking.
|
|
55.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Phil deftly avoids the slushy pothole he stepped in before.
|
|
A PEDESTRIAN walking behind him steps right into it.
|
|
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|
CUT TO:
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62 EXT. GOBBLER'S KNOB - LATER 62
|
|
|
|
Phil is passing through the crowd on his way to the press
|
|
area when he notices NANCY, the girl he met at the hotel
|
|
bar, and stops to talk to her.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
You here to see the groundhog?
|
|
|
|
She gives him a look. It's obvious she's never seen him
|
|
before.
|
|
|
|
NANCY
|
|
Can you think of another reason
|
|
anybody'd be out here at dawn on a
|
|
freezing day?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
What's your name?
|
|
|
|
NANCY
|
|
Nancy Taylor. And you are—
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Where'd you go to high school?
|
|
|
|
NANCY
|
|
What is this?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(playful)
|
|
High school?
|
|
|
|
She really doesn't know what to make of Phil but she
|
|
decides to play along.
|
|
|
|
NANCY
|
|
Lincoln High school. In Pittsburgh.
|
|
Who are you?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Who was your twelfth grade English
|
|
teacher?
|
|
|
|
NANCY
|
|
Are you kidding?
|
|
56.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
I'm waiting.
|
|
|
|
NANCY
|
|
.Mrs. Walsh.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Walsh. Nancy, Lincoln, Walsh.
|
|
|
|
NANCY
|
|
Is this some kind of come-on?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
I'm not really sure. We'll have to
|
|
see.
|
|
|
|
Phil walks off and joins Rita at their camera position.
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|
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|
CUT TO:
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63 INT. DINER - LATER THAT MORNING 63
|
|
|
|
Phil is sitting at his usual table, which is covered with
|
|
an incredible variety of rich foods, eggs, bacon, sausage,
|
|
pancakes, pies, cakes, eclairs, ice cream, puddings, etc.
|
|
|
|
Rita sits across from him, watching in amazement as he
|
|
stuffs himself with pastry.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Is this some new fad diet? Don't
|
|
you worry about cholesterol?
|
|
|
|
Phil scrapes a plate and takes a final bite of a chocolate
|
|
eclair.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
I don't worry about anything
|
|
anymore.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
What makes you so special?
|
|
Everybody worries about something.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
That's exactly what makes me so
|
|
special.
|
|
|
|
He takes a big bite of cake. Rita shakes her head.
|
|
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|
PHIL
|
|
(with his mouth full)
|
|
57.
|
|
|
|
|
|
What?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
"The wretch, concentered all in
|
|
self, Living, shall forfeit fair
|
|
renown, And doubly dying, shall go
|
|
down to the vile dust from whence
|
|
he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and
|
|
unsung." Sir Walter Scott.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(stares at her for a long
|
|
moment)
|
|
"There was a young man from
|
|
Nantucket--"
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
That's really funny. When are you
|
|
going to grow up, Phil?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
At this rate -- never.
|
|
(he pulls out a pack of
|
|
cigarettes)
|
|
Okay if I smoke?
|
|
|
|
Rita shrugs. Phil lights up a cigarette.
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|
|
|
RITA
|
|
You really do have a death wish,
|
|
don't you?
|
|
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PHIL
|
|
Just the opposite, Rita. I have a
|
|
life wish. I'm just trying to enjoy
|
|
it. Taking pleasure in the little
|
|
things. Don't you ever just want to
|
|
cut loose and go wild?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
I wouldn't even know what it means
|
|
to go wild.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Yeah, well, that's where I come in.
|
|
Going wild is one of my
|
|
specialties. Last night I got
|
|
completely loaded and drove head-on
|
|
into a police car.
|
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RITA
|
|
(disbelieving)
|
|
58.
|
|
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|
|
|
Oh, really? You look pretty good
|
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this morning.
|
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PHIL
|
|
That's my point. I know you won't
|
|
believe me, but we could do
|
|
anything we want today and it
|
|
wouldn't matter one bit. Absolutely
|
|
no consequences. Complete and total
|
|
freedom.
|
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|
|
RITA
|
|
And how do we manage that?
|
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|
PHIL
|
|
You leave that to me. Why don't you
|
|
send Larry back and hang out with
|
|
me for the rest of the day? You
|
|
never make it through that blizzard
|
|
anyway.
|
|
|
|
Larry enters the diner and spots them.
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RITA
|
|
I'll take my chances with the
|
|
weather. But you have a good time.
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PHIL
|
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Don't worry. I plan to.
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CUT TO:
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64 EXT. GOBBLER'S KNOB - NEXT MORNING 64
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|
Phil comes through the crowd and finds Nancy in the same
|
|
spot she was in the day before.
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|
PHIL
|
|
Nancy?
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|
Nancy turns and looks at him quizzically.
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PHIL
|
|
Nancy, right?
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NANCY
|
|
I'm sorry, I—
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PHIL
|
|
Nancy Taylor? Lincoln High? I sat
|
|
next to you in Mrs. Walsh's English
|
|
class.
|
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59.
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NANCY
|
|
That --
|
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|
PHIL
|
|
Phil Connors.
|
|
|
|
NANCY
|
|
-- is amazing!
|
|
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|
PHIL
|
|
You don't remember me, do you?
|
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|
NANCY
|
|
I don't -- sure, I think --
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|
PHIL
|
|
We used to shoot spit balls --
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|
NANCY
|
|
Yeah, oh, God --
|
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|
PHIL
|
|
I even asked you to the prom.
|
|
|
|
NANCY
|
|
Phil Connors.
|
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PHIL
|
|
Yeah.
|
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|
|
NANCY
|
|
How ARE you?!
|
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|
PHIL
|
|
I'm great. Wow, you look terrific.
|
|
Hey, listen, I gotta do this report
|
|
--
|
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|
NANCY
|
|
You're a reporter?
|
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|
|
PHIL
|
|
Weatherman. Channel 9, Pittsburgh.
|
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|
NANCY
|
|
Right, I should've known --
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|
PHIL
|
|
But maybe after we could --
|
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|
NANCY
|
|
Yeah, yeah, I'd like that --
|
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60.
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|
|
|
RITA (O.C.)
|
|
Phil!
|
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|
|
Rita is calling from across the crowd. She looks at him
|
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with disapproval.
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|
CUT TO:
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65 INT. PHIL'S ROOM - NIGHT 65
|
|
|
|
Phil is making passionate love to a WOMAN in the dark.
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|
WOMAN
|
|
(moans)
|
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Oh, Phil.
|
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PHIL
|
|
Oh, Rita.
|
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|
|
The woman suddenly freezes. There is a moment of silence,
|
|
then she snaps on the light. It's Nancy, not Rita. Phil is
|
|
as surprised as she is by his slip of the tongue.
|
|
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|
NANCY
|
|
(cold)
|
|
Who's Rita?
|
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|
|
PHIL
|
|
(caught)
|
|
No one. It's just something I say
|
|
when I make love. You know --
|
|
"Orita", "Orighta" -- it's like
|
|
"Oh, baby" or something.
|
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|
NANCY
|
|
(not entirely convinced)
|
|
Oh.
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|
PHIL
|
|
(corrects her)
|
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O-rita.
|
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|
|
Nancy laughs uncertainly. Phil switches off the light,
|
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thinking now about Rita.
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|
CUT TO:
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66 INT. BREAKFAST ROOM - MORNING 66
|
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61.
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Some elderly GUESTS are sipping coffee and eating
|
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breakfast, staring uncomfortably at something on the other
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side of the room.
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THEIR POV
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Phil is standing at the bookcase, wearing only pajamas,
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absently munching on a Danish as he reads from one of the
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|
books.
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Mrs. Lancaster approaches him.
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MRS. LANCASTER
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Isn't it a wonderful collection?
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PHIL
|
|
(not looking up)
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Yes, it is. You don't usually find
|
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this many trashy novels in one
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|
place.
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MRS. LANCASTER
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You can take a book up to your room
|
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if you like.
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PHIL
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|
No, thank you. I've actually read
|
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them all. I was just rereading some
|
|
of the dirty parts.
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|
He finishes and puts the book back on the shelf.
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MRS. LANCASTER
|
|
(worried)
|
|
How long will you be staying with
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|
us, Mr. Connors?
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PHIL
|
|
Indefinitely. I've already been
|
|
here for 211 days.
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MRS. LANCASTER
|
|
(humoring him)
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|
Really? That's quite a long time,
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isn't it. I hope you're finding
|
|
things to do in our little town.
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PHIL
|
|
(casually)
|
|
Yes, well, I'm getting a little
|
|
tired of casual sex so today I
|
|
thought I'd rob a bank and buy
|
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myself a really expensive car.
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|
62.
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Phil kisses her on the lips and walks off.
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67 EXT. PENN BANK AND TRUST - DAY 67
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|
Two harmless-looking old GUARDS are calmly loading bags of
|
|
cash into an armored car parked in front of a local bank.
|
|
Suddenly Phil appears, wielding a shotgun, wearing a Batman
|
|
style cape, his face completely hidden by a ski mask.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(shouts)
|
|
All right, freeze!! Drop your guns
|
|
J!
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|
|
|
The guards stand there frozen with terror.
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|
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|
PHIL
|
|
You guys ever been held up before?
|
|
(they shake their heads)
|
|
It's kind of exciting, isn't it?
|
|
|
|
FIRST GUARD
|
|
(frightened)
|
|
I guess so. Something to tell the
|
|
kids about.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Yeah. By the way, I'm Phil.
|
|
|
|
He raises the mask and shows his face.
|
|
|
|
FIRST GUARD
|
|
Herman.
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|
|
|
SECOND GUARD
|
|
Felix.
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|
PHIL
|
|
(shaking their hands)
|
|
Herman and Felix. Okay. Take it
|
|
easy, boys. And thanks.
|
|
|
|
The frightened guards watch as Phil makes off with two
|
|
large satchels of cash.
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68 INT. USED CAR DEALERSHIP - DAY 68
|
|
63.
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|
|
|
|
|
Phil pats the hood of a used BMW 850 sports car as a
|
|
SALESMAN stands by beaming. Phil is wearing a full Steelers
|
|
football uniform complete with shoulder pads.
|
|
|
|
SALESMAN
|
|
A real beauty, huh. We picked it up
|
|
at a --
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
I'll take it. How much?
|
|
|
|
SALESMAN
|
|
Well, the sticker says $62,999 but
|
|
if you want—
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
I'll tell you what. I'll give you
|
|
$70,000 if you just knock off the
|
|
car salesman stuff and let me get
|
|
out of here with my car.
|
|
|
|
The Salesman gawks as Phil opens his briefcase and starts
|
|
counting out stacks of bills.
|
|
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|
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|
69 EXT. PUNXSUTAWNEY - DAY 69
|
|
|
|
From a high angle, we see the BMW tearing around the
|
|
streets of the town as if running a Grand Prix road race.
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|
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|
70 EXT. MAIN STREET - DAY 70
|
|
|
|
The BMW comes screeching to a stop right in front of the
|
|
movie theater and the door opens.
|
|
|
|
A pair of really elaborate cowboy boots complete with
|
|
silver spurs hits the pavement first; then we PAN UP to see
|
|
Phil emerge from the car wearing a really gaudy; full
|
|
cowboy outfit with real six-guns on his hips. A very
|
|
trashy-looking girl, LARAINE, gets out on the passenger
|
|
side, dressed like a French maid.
|
|
|
|
LARAINE
|
|
(very self-conscious)
|
|
I thought we were going to a
|
|
costume party.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
64.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Yeah, we are, we are. But first I
|
|
have this movie theater fantasy I
|
|
want to talk to you about.
|
|
|
|
He escorts her into the theater.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
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|
|
|
|
|
71 INT. TATTOO PARLOR - ANOTHER DAY 71
|
|
|
|
Phil is lying on the table, getting elaborately tattooed.
|
|
|
|
Rita walks by, looks in the window and is shocked to see
|
|
Phil there.
|
|
|
|
Phil waves at her and points to the colorful new heart
|
|
pierced by a bloody dagger being tattooed on his arm.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
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|
|
|
|
|
72 INT. BIKER BAR - NIGHT 72
|
|
|
|
We pan down the line of ROUGH TRADE PATRONS to. Phil,
|
|
dressed all in black leathers, both arms heavily tattooed,
|
|
looking like Sid Viscious on crack. He takes off his hat to
|
|
reveal red, white and blue hair shaved almost down to his
|
|
skull. A slut named ANGIE and another overweight, not very
|
|
pretty MADONNA WANNA-BE, both in too-tight jeans and bullet
|
|
bras are coming on to him, practically licking his ears.
|
|
Angie pops a couple of mystery pills into his mouth. Phil
|
|
washes them down with a shot and a beer.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
|
|
73 INT. PHIL'S ROOM - NIGHT 73
|
|
|
|
It looks like outtakes from Fellini's "Satyricon." Heavy
|
|
metal is blaring from the radio, as several unsavory
|
|
looking men and women are partying down, a few already
|
|
passed out, sleeping off whatever hit them. Someone is
|
|
knocking loudly on the door, shouting complaints about the
|
|
music. A beer bottle smashes against the door.
|
|
|
|
Phil is sitting up on the bed with Angie. He has his arm
|
|
around her shoulder and a fifth of Wild Turkey in his hand.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(more to himself than to
|
|
Angie)
|
|
65.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Yeah, but eventually you'd just get
|
|
tired of screwing around and then
|
|
you'd want a real relationship,
|
|
wouldn't you?
|
|
|
|
ANGIE
|
|
I don't know.
|
|
|
|
A big German Shepherd tries to jump up on the bed with
|
|
them.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Get down, Brunoi
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
Someone decent, someone who you
|
|
respected, who respects you. -60-
|
|
|
|
ANGIE
|
|
I guess so.
|
|
|
|
The dog jumps up again.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Down, Bruno!
|
|
(still musing)
|
|
It's tough to find a relationship
|
|
like that, especially if your time
|
|
is kind of limited. But you still
|
|
have to try, don't you?
|
|
(the dog again)
|
|
Bruno! I told you! Off the bed!
|
|
|
|
Phil looks over at Angle who's passed out with her mouth
|
|
open
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
There's got to be more to it than
|
|
this.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO :
|
|
|
|
|
|
74 EXT. A SIDE STREET - THE NEXT MORNING 74
|
|
|
|
Rita is in the news van reviewing the tape of Phil's report
|
|
Phil hovers at the open side door.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
You look good. I mean, it came out
|
|
all right. How'd you know where to
|
|
put the camera?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
66.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Psychic. So did you have a nice
|
|
evening?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
(guarded)
|
|
I just had a sandwich, watched some
|
|
TV and went to bed.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
I got my whole body tattooed and
|
|
part ied all night with some
|
|
nymphomaniac biker chicks.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
(skeptical)
|
|
Sounds wholesome. Were those the
|
|
new 24-hour disappearing tattoos or
|
|
can I see them?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
No, they're gone. Rita, if you only
|
|
had one day to live, what would you
|
|
do with it?
|
|
|
|
She switches off the videotape and steps out of the van.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
I don't know, Phil. What are you
|
|
dying of?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
No, I mean like what if the entire
|
|
world was about to explode?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
I'd just want to know where to put
|
|
the camera. What are you looking
|
|
for, Phil -- a date for the
|
|
weekend?
|
|
|
|
She starts walking toward the center of town. Phil sticks
|
|
right with her.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
No, I just want to know you better.
|
|
What do you like, what do you want,
|
|
what do you think about, what kind
|
|
of men are you interested in, what
|
|
do you do for fun?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
(she stops)
|
|
67.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Is this real or are you just going
|
|
to make me feel like a fool?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
I'm just trying to talk to you like
|
|
a normal person. Isn't this how
|
|
normal people talk?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Close.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Okay, so talk to me. C'mon, I'll
|
|
buy you a cup of coffee.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
|
|
75 INT. DINER - A LITTLE LATER 75
|
|
|
|
Phil and Rita are at their usual table, drinking coffee.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
I guess I want what everybody wants
|
|
--you know, career, love, marriage,
|
|
children. So far I don't have any
|
|
of it.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
You have a career.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
I have a job. Doing stories on the
|
|
Punxsutawney groundhog is not my
|
|
ultimate goal. No offense.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
How about the other stuff? You
|
|
seeing anybody?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
This is getting too personal. I
|
|
don't think I ' m ready to discuss
|
|
these things with you. What about
|
|
you? What do you want?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
What I really want is someone like
|
|
you.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Oh, please --
|
|
68.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Why not?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Phil, you know, you have so much
|
|
talent and ability. If you'd just
|
|
drop the attitude and act like a
|
|
decent human being, then maybe I'd
|
|
--
|
|
(she hesitates)
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
You'd what?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
I don't know what.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Then maybe you'd like me?
|
|
|
|
She stares hard at him.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
I don't know. It's sort of like the
|
|
way I feel about UFO's. I'd have to
|
|
see it to believe it.
|
|
|
|
Larry pokes his head in the doorway, looks around, spots
|
|
Rita and makes his way over to their table.
|
|
|
|
LARRY
|
|
(to Rita)
|
|
You ready? We better get going if
|
|
we're going to stay ahead of the
|
|
weather.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Yeah, I'll be right out, Larry.
|
|
|
|
Larry scowls at Phil and exits.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(to Rita)
|
|
Why don't you stay for a while? The
|
|
road's going to be closed anyway.
|
|
Do you really want to be stuck in
|
|
the van with Larry for three hours?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
I've got to get back. I'll see you
|
|
later.
|
|
|
|
Phil watches Rita exit.
|
|
69.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PHIL'S POV
|
|
|
|
Rita gets in the news van and drives off with Larry.
|
|
|
|
Phil stares out the window, more determined than ever to
|
|
win her over.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
|
|
76 EXT. GOBBLER'S KNOB - ANOTHER DAY 76
|
|
|
|
Phil is wrapping up his groundhog report.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Well, you heard it right from the
|
|
groundhog's mouth. Bundle up good,
|
|
'cause it's going to be a long
|
|
winter -- at least in Punxsutawney.
|
|
Reporting for Channel 9, this is
|
|
Phil Connors.
|
|
|
|
Larry stops tape.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
That was great. How did you know
|
|
the --
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(preoccupied)
|
|
I have to go now. There's something
|
|
I have to do.
|
|
|
|
Phil runs off without another word of explanation.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
|
|
77 EXT. THE NEWS VAN - LATER 77
|
|
|
|
Phil has the hood open and is doing something to the
|
|
engine.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
|
|
78 INT. THE BERGHOF RESTAURANT - LATER 78
|
|
|
|
Rita is sitting at the bar in the town's best restaurant, a
|
|
good chophouse with Black Forest decor and waitresses
|
|
dressed in dirndl skirts and aprons. Phil enters and sits
|
|
down next to her.
|
|
70.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(acting surprised)
|
|
Oh, hi, Rita. You still here?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
(glum)
|
|
The van won't start. Larry's
|
|
working on it.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(innocent)
|
|
Wouldn't you know it. Buy you a
|
|
drink?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Okay.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(to the bartender)
|
|
Jack Daniels.
|
|
|
|
BARTENDER
|
|
For you, miss?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Tequila,with lime. Gold, if you've
|
|
got it.
|
|
|
|
Phil nods to himself.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
SAME SCENE - ANOTHER DAY
|
|
|
|
Phil walks in and sits next to Rita.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(acting surprised)
|
|
Oh, hi, Rita. You still here?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
(glum)
|
|
The van won't start. Larry's
|
|
working on it.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Wouldn't you know it. Buy you a
|
|
drink?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Okay.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
71.
|
|
|
|
|
|
(to the bartender)
|
|
Tequila with lime, gold if you've
|
|
got it.
|
|
|
|
Rita looks at Phil, surprised.
|
|
|
|
BARTENDER
|
|
For you miss?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Same for me, please.
|
|
|
|
The BARTENDER pours.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(to Rita)
|
|
What should we toast to?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Your call.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
To the groundhog!
|
|
|
|
Rita stares for a moment.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
I always drink to world peace.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
SAME SCENE - ANOTHER DAY
|
|
|
|
BARTENDER
|
|
Take your order?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Tequila with lime, gold if you've
|
|
got it.
|
|
|
|
Rita looks at Phil.
|
|
|
|
BARTENDER
|
|
For you, miss?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Same for me, please.
|
|
|
|
The BARTENDER pours.
|
|
|
|
Phil lifts his glass.
|
|
72.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
To world peace.
|
|
|
|
Rita smiles, reevaluating him.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
To world peace.
|
|
|
|
They clink glasses.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
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|
|
|
|
|
79 INT. THE BAR - LATER 79
|
|
|
|
Rita and Phil are now sitting together at a table, a plate
|
|
of cheese and crackers and a bottle of white wine between
|
|
them.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
You like your job?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
It's okay. I think it could be
|
|
really challenging. Of course it's
|
|
about a million miles from where I
|
|
started out in college.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
You weren't in broadcasting?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
At Bryn Mawr? No, uh-uh. Believe it
|
|
or not, I studied Nineteenth
|
|
Century French Poetry.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(laughs good-naturedly)
|
|
Really? What a waste of time.
|
|
|
|
Rita looks offended. Phil knows he made a mistake.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
SAME SCENE - ANOTHER DAY
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
You weren't in broadcasting?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
At Bryn Mawr? No, uh-uh. Believe it
|
|
or not, I studied Nineteenth
|
|
Century French Poetry.
|
|
73.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Phil leans in closer to her.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
La fille qui j'aimera Sera comme
|
|
bon vin Qui se bonifiera Un peut
|
|
chaque matin.
|
|
|
|
Rita smiles, entranced.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
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|
|
|
|
|
80 INT. FUDGE SHOP - DAY 80
|
|
|
|
Phil and Rita are sitting at a table in a small
|
|
confectionery, tasting chunks of different flavored fudge.
|
|
Rita takes a bite
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
This is terrific.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Best fudge in town.
|
|
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|
RITA
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How do you know so much about
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Punxsutawney?
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PHIL
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I like small towns. I think they
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engender real community more than
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big cities.
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RITA
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That is so true! I've always
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thought that, too.
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PHIL
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No kidding. Here -- try the white
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chocolate.
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RITA
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Oh, yuk, don't make me sick.
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PHIL
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(making mental note)
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No white chocolate.
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RITA
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There's something so familiar about
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this. Do you ever have deja vu?
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Phil smiles. Then Larry enters.
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74.
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LARRY
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(irate, to Rita)
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I don't believe it. Someone bought
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every distributor cap in this town.
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We're going to be stuck here all
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night1
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Over Phil's sympathetic look we hear the song, "I Can't Get
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Started With You".
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81 INT. THE BERGHOF RESTAURANT - NIGHT 81
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The music continues over Rita and Phil on the small dance
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floor. They dance, close, dreamy, romantic.
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82 EXT. MAIN STREET - LATER THAT NIGHT 82
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There is a light snow falling. Phil and Rita are making a
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little snowman. Somehow the town looks magical tonight— old
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fashioned, wholesome.
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A snowball hits Phil in the back. He and Rita turn around
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to see a giggling KID. Phil packs a snowball and tosses it.
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The kid throws one back. Rita and Phil both get into it,
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packing snowballs and getting into a war with this kid and
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his little gang of friends.
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A snowball catches Rita unaware, she slips and goes down in
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a snowbank. Phil bends down to help her and slips. They are
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no together, lying in the snow, laughing. Their eyes lock
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for a long sweet moment, then Rita gets embarrassed and
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stands up.
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83 EXT. CHERRY STREET INN - NIGHT 83
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Phil and Rita are walking slowly, very close.
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PHIL
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What?
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RITA
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I'm just amazed. And I'm not easily
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amazed.
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75.
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PHIL
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About what?
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RITA
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How you can start a day with one
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kind of expectation and end up so
|
|
completely different.
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PHIL
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Do you like how this day is turning
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out?
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RITA
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Yes. I like it very much.
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They stop dn front of Phil's hotel. She turns to him.
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RITA
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You could never have planned a day
|
|
like this, but it couldn't have
|
|
been more perfect.
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PHIL
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You're wrong. I've been planning
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this day for weeks.
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Rita ignores the remark and hugs him. Phil tries to kiss
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her but she gently puts her fingers to his lips, stopping
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him. They enter the bed and breakfast inn.
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84 INT. VESTIBULE - CONTINUOUS 84
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|
Rita hugs him again and starts to exit.
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RITA
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Thanks. See you tomorrow.
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PHIL
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Tomorrow? Wait, aren't you going to
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come up to my room for a while?
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|
RITA
|
|
(very reluctant)
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|
I don't know, Phil --
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PHIL
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|
No reason to end a perfect day.
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RITA
|
|
(deciding)
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Well -- we better not.
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76.
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PHIL
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No, you should. The, uh, the
|
|
poetry! I've got some books,
|
|
Rimbaud, Beaudelaire, we could
|
|
light a fire --
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RITA
|
|
Thanks, but --
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|
PHIL
|
|
(seeing it all slip away)
|
|
Please come, Rita. It'll be --
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|
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|
RITA
|
|
(definite)
|
|
Phil, I'm tired. We can be together
|
|
tomorrow.
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|
PHIL
|
|
(getting desperate)
|
|
But there is no tomorrow for me!
|
|
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|
RITA
|
|
(adamant)
|
|
Let's not ruin it, Phil. There's no
|
|
way I'm sleeping with you tonight.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Why not? Rita, I love you!
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|
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|
RITA
|
|
You don't even know me!
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|
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|
PHIL
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|
(grabs her hand)
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|
Please! You have to!
|
|
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|
Rita shakes loose from his grasp.
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|
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|
RITA
|
|
What's wrong with you!
|
|
|
|
There is a long moment of silent tension, then all her old
|
|
doubts about Phil come rushing back.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
(shaking her head)
|
|
Oh, no. I can't believe I fell for
|
|
it. This whole day was just one
|
|
long set-up. And I ate fudge.
|
|
Yucchh! I hate fudge.
|
|
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|
PHIL
|
|
77.
|
|
|
|
|
|
No, it was real. I love you.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Stop saying that! Do you really
|
|
expect me to trust you? The whole
|
|
secretarial pool is a Phil Connors
|
|
recovery group.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
But I can change! I really can --
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|
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|
Rita slaps him hard on the cheek.
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|
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|
RITA
|
|
That's for making me care about
|
|
you.
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|
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|
She turns and stomps off, leaving Phil standing there
|
|
hurting.
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85 EXT. MAIN STREET - ANOTHER NIGHT 85
|
|
|
|
The snowball fight with the kids is going on as before.
|
|
Phil falls into the snowbank with Rita and they almost
|
|
kiss.
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|
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|
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|
86 INT. QUALITY INN MOTEL - LATER 86
|
|
|
|
Phil is trying (MOS) to talk his way into Rita's room. She
|
|
^pushes him away and slams the door in his face.
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87 EXT. MOTEL - NIGHT 87
|
|
|
|
The streets are deserted except for Phil, staring up at
|
|
Rita's window in the Quality Inn.
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|
|
|
Rita comes to her window and looks out. She sees Phil
|
|
looking up at her and draws the curtains.
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|
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|
88 INT. PHIL'S ROOM - DAWN 88
|
|
78.
|
|
|
|
|
|
"I Got You, Babe" is playing. Phil hits the clock radio to
|
|
turn it off. He lies there for a moment, then hefts himself
|
|
heavily out of bed, not eager to repeat the day yet another
|
|
time. With the radio off, Phil does the deejays' morning
|
|
routine himself, seemingly for the millionth time.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(dully)
|
|
Okay, campers, rise and shine, and
|
|
don't forget your booties because
|
|
it's cooooold out there today.
|
|
|
|
Phil continues the radio report at his own pace, obviously
|
|
fatigued.
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|
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|
PHIL
|
|
It's cold out there everyday. What
|
|
is this -- Miami Beach? Haw. Not
|
|
hardly. And you can expect
|
|
hazardous travel later today with
|
|
that, you know, blizzard thing.
|
|
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|
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|
89 EXT. GOBBLER'S KNOB - DAWN 89
|
|
|
|
Phil is walking through the crowd. He spots Nancy, walks up
|
|
to her and greets her half-heartedly.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Hi, Nancy.
|
|
|
|
NANCY
|
|
(pleasantly)
|
|
Hi. Do I know you?
|
|
|
|
Phil can't manage enough enthusiasm to pursue her yet
|
|
again.
|
|
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|
PHIL
|
|
No, I guess not. I thought you were
|
|
someone else.
|
|
|
|
Phil wanders over to where Rita and Larry are setting up
|
|
the camera. Rita comes over to him.
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|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Are you all right, Phil? You look
|
|
terrible.
|
|
|
|
Phil looks at her sadly, then turns away.
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|
79.
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|
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(vacantly)
|
|
I'm fine.
|
|
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|
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|
90 INT. BIKER BAR - NIGHT 90
|
|
|
|
The balls CRACK as the cue ball breaks the rack.
|
|
|
|
Phil is walking around the table, cue in hand, sinking ball
|
|
after ball, while several admiring HUSTLERS look on.
|
|
|
|
FIRST HUSTLER
|
|
Who is this guy?
|
|
|
|
SECOND HUSTLER
|
|
I don't know. Hey, mister --
|
|
(Phil doesn't stop
|
|
shooting)
|
|
Who are you, anyway?
|
|
|
|
Phil shoots, sinks a tough one.
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|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
You don't know me? I've been
|
|
playing here every day for two
|
|
months.
|
|
|
|
FIRST HUSTLER
|
|
Oh, yeah? So how come I ain't seen
|
|
you?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
I don't know. I seen you.
|
|
|
|
SECOND HUSTLER
|
|
So what's your name?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
They call me— Punxsutawney Phil.
|
|
|
|
SECOND HUSTLER
|
|
Punxsutawney Phil? Like the
|
|
groundhog.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Yeah, like the groundhog.
|
|
|
|
Phil sinks another one.
|
|
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|
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|
80.
|
|
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|
|
|
91 EXT. GOBBLER'S KNOB - DAWN 91
|
|
|
|
The crowd is waiting expectantly for the groundhog to
|
|
appear Phil is a wreck, squatting unprofessionally in front
|
|
of the camera.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(cynically)
|
|
This is one of the most pitiful
|
|
spectacles known to civilization.
|
|
With one nod from a filthy rodent
|
|
best known to pest control
|
|
agencies, a moribund old coal
|
|
mining hamlet turns magically into
|
|
the Lourdes of Pennsylvania, Mecca
|
|
to thousands of people who, if they
|
|
hated the winter so damned much,
|
|
why don't they move to Florida,
|
|
anyway? -74-
|
|
|
|
Larry and Rita look on, incredulous.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
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|
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|
CLOSE UP - TV SET
|
|
|
|
The program JEOPARDY! is playing.
|
|
|
|
ALEX TREBECK
|
|
(on TV)
|
|
Nobel prize-winning co-discoverers
|
|
of the DNA molecule.
|
|
|
|
PHIL (O.C.)
|
|
Who are Watson and Crick.
|
|
|
|
CONTESTANT
|
|
(on TV)
|
|
Who are Watson and Crick?
|
|
|
|
ALEX
|
|
(on TV)
|
|
Correct.
|
|
|
|
There is a cheering from a small group of people off-
|
|
screen.
|
|
|
|
|
|
92 INT. PARLOR - CONTINUOUS 92
|
|
|
|
Phil is sitting in his bathrobe in a big lounge chair in
|
|
the parlor of his hotel. Mrs. Lancaster, and other guests
|
|
watch his performance, awed by his "intellect."
|
|
81.
|
|
|
|
|
|
ALEX
|
|
(on TV)
|
|
Twin brother and sister Sebastian
|
|
and Olivia create confusion in this
|
|
Shakespearean comedy.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
What is "Twelfth Night."
|
|
|
|
CONTESTANT
|
|
(on TV)
|
|
What is "Twelfth Night?"
|
|
|
|
ALEX
|
|
(on TV)
|
|
Correct.
|
|
|
|
More cheering from the small group.
|
|
|
|
CONTESTANT
|
|
(on TV)
|
|
I'll take New Jersey for eight
|
|
hundred, Alex.
|
|
|
|
ALEX
|
|
(on TV)
|
|
And the answer is -- an audio daily
|
|
double.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Count Basie.
|
|
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|
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|
93 EXT. STREET - DAY 93
|
|
|
|
Phil is walking through town, still dressed only in his
|
|
pajamas and overcoat, counting the sidewalk cracks, taking
|
|
giants steps from one to the next. He looks crazy.
|
|
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|
PHIL
|
|
Two thousand six hundred and
|
|
seventy-one --
|
|
(takes another step)
|
|
two thousand six hundred and
|
|
seventy-two --
|
|
(another step)
|
|
two thousand six hundred and
|
|
seventy-three --
|
|
|
|
A woman passes walking her dog.
|
|
82.
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|
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|
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|
PHIL
|
|
Hey, pick up after your dog!
|
|
|
|
DOG WALKER
|
|
He hasn't done anything.
|
|
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|
PHIL
|
|
He's going to!
|
|
(pointing)
|
|
There and there. And there!
|
|
|
|
Phil continues walking, counting the sidewalk cracks. THREE
|
|
NEIGHBORHOOD KIDS notice Phil and walk along, matching him
|
|
step for step.
|
|
|
|
IPHIL
|
|
Two thousand six hundred and
|
|
seventy-four, two thousand six
|
|
hundred and seventy-five, two
|
|
thousand --
|
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|
|
JOEY
|
|
Five million eight hundred --
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Six hundred --
|
|
|
|
MIKE AND SUE
|
|
Ninety, twenty, four, six, fifty --
|
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|
|
PHIL
|
|
Two thousand, four hundred --
|
|
|
|
JOEY, MIKE AND SUE
|
|
Two, eight, nine, forty-six --
|
|
|
|
Phil stops. He has lost count. His lip curls up like an
|
|
animal as he turns slowly, growling at the kids. They run
|
|
away screaming with glee. Phil starts after them but runs
|
|
right into a COP.
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|
|
|
COP
|
|
You got a problem, buddy?
|
|
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|
PHIL
|
|
(out of control)
|
|
83.
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|
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|
|
|
Yeah, I got a problem, buddy! I
|
|
can't stand this place anymore! I
|
|
can't stand this street and I can't
|
|
stand the fourteen bars and the
|
|
five banks and the one star food
|
|
and the bad weather and the
|
|
"quaint" little shops and most of
|
|
all, I can't stand anything --
|
|
ANYTHING -- with a groundhog on it.
|
|
|
|
He rips a groundhog patch off the cop's jacket sleeve.
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|
COP
|
|
(calmly)
|
|
Okay. Then let's see what we can do
|
|
about getting you out of here. You
|
|
got a name?
|
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PHIL
|
|
(eyes downcast)
|
|
Phil.
|
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COP
|
|
Phil. Like the groundhog!
|
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|
Phil turns to the cop like a rabid dog, ready to strike.
|
|
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|
PHIL
|
|
Yeah, like the --
|
|
(he stops as if struck)
|
|
-- groundhog.
|
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|
|
Some big new idea has formed in his mind.
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|
CUT TO:
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94 EXT. GOBBLER'S KNOB - EARLY MORNING 94
|
|
|
|
Rita is looking at Phil as Larry videotapes his report.
|
|
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|
LARRY
|
|
(turning to Rita)
|
|
The guy's nuts. He's out of his
|
|
gourd.
|
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|
RITA
|
|
Let him finish, then I'll call the
|
|
station.
|
|
|
|
They turn back to watch Phil's wrap-up.
|
|
84.
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|
|
|
Phil is completely unkempt, still wearing only pajama
|
|
bottoms and his overcoat, looking even more demented.
|
|
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|
PHIL
|
|
(to camera)
|
|
There is no way this winter is ever
|
|
going to end as long as that
|
|
groundhog keeps seeing his shadow
|
|
everyday. I don't see any other way
|
|
out. He's got to be stopped and
|
|
I've got to stop him. For Channel 9
|
|
news, this is Phil Connors.
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CUT TO:
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95 EXT. GOBBLER'S KNOB - NIGHT 95
|
|
|
|
Phil is walking around the mound, casing it out. He takes a
|
|
rifle out from under his coat and sneaks up to the burrow.
|
|
He pulls a smoke bomb from his pocket, lights it, and
|
|
throws it into the hole, then scurries for the edge of the
|
|
knob and hits the deck. He lifts his rifle and aims it.
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|
Smoke is now pouring from the mound. Lots of it.
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|
Phil waits, his trigger finger twitching.
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|
A WOMAN casually walks by, stops. She surveys the
|
|
situation.
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WOMAN
|
|
He ain't there.
|
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|
Phil doesn't move. He-doesn't care that she sees him.
|
|
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|
WOMAN
|
|
You can wait all night, but he
|
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ain't coming out. He don't live
|
|
there. They keep him in the
|
|
library.
|
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|
Phil's gun droops. The woman begins to walk off, then
|
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stops.
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WOMAN
|
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Plug him once for me.
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She leaves.
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CUT TO:
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85.
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96 EXT. CIVIC CENTER - DAY 96
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Phil passes a pedestal bearing a life-size bronze statue of
|
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the groundhog and enters the public library.
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97 INT. LIBRARY - CONTINUOUS 97
|
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|
Phil walks past the front desk looking very haggard and
|
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dangerous, and enters the children's section. No one is
|
|
present except the CHILDREN'S LIBRARIAN, a young woman,
|
|
reshelving books in the stacks. He looks around quickly and
|
|
sees a window in the wall and over it a large sign which
|
|
reads: "Punxsutawney Phil -- The Great Prognosticates" Phil
|
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heads right for it.
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|
The groundhog scurries around his little temperature-
|
|
controlled habitat, oblivious to the approaching danger.
|
|
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|
As Phil approaches the groundhog display, he reaches into
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his overcoat and pulls out a pump shotgun with a short
|
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pistol grip.
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|
|
The children's librarian sees the gun and freezes.
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|
|
Phil pumps a shell into the chamber as he walks right up to
|
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the case.
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PHIL'S POV
|
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|
|
The groundhog looks right into his sights.
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|
Philsqueezes the trigger. LOUD GUNSHOT.
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|
The glass window is still intact, not a scratch on it. The
|
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groundhog looks up playfully.
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Phil fires off four more rounds but, again, no results.
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Phil can't believe it. He charges the glass and pounds it
|
|
with the rifle butt. He can't even chip it. Suddenly he is
|
|
seized from behind by TWO STRONG MEN who take the rifle
|
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from him and wrestle him to floor.
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The librarian comes running up and looks at the groundhog.
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BYSTANDER
|
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Is he all right?
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LIBRARIAN
|
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He's just fine. That's two inches
|
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of bullet-proof glass there. You
|
|
can't be too careful in this day
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and age.
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86.
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CUT TO:
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98 EXT. GOBBLER'S KNOB - DAWN 98
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The groundhog is just poking his head out of the hole. He
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stands full height and looks around.
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Phil looks directly at the groundhog with hate and scheming
|
|
madness.
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Suddenly, Phil whips out a big kitchen knife from under his
|
|
icoat and dives at the groundhog. Town officials and police
|
|
throw themselves on Phil as the groundhog scampers safely
|
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back into his hole.
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Rita and Larry videotape the incident, aghast at Phil's
|
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insane attack.
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CUT TO:
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99 EXT. GOBBLER'S KNOB - ANOTHER DAY 99
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Larry and Rita are loading their equipment back into the
|
|
van. Rita spots Phil standing on the other side of the
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|
crowd, staring at her. She marches straight over to him,
|
|
furious.
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RITA
|
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Where were you this morning? How
|
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could you possibly miss the shoot?
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PHIL
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|
(at the end of his rope)
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I've come to the end of me, Rita.
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There's only one way out now. Just
|
|
remember, we had a wonderful day
|
|
together once.
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Phil kisses her gently on the cheek and walks off toward
|
|
the back of the knob. Rita watches him, then follows at a
|
|
discreet distance, very worried.
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|
|
|
In a small clearing behind the man-made groundhog burrow,
|
|
Buster Greene and TWO other GROUNDHOG CLUB OFFICIALS are
|
|
lifting a cage into the front seat of Buster's pickup.
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|
|
|
BUSTER
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(to the groundhog)
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There you go, ol' buddy. Good job.
|
|
Hey! He smiled at me. See that?
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87.
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FIRST OFFICIAL
|
|
Right.
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|
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|
BUSTER
|
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(securing the cage)
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|
There, little fella.
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The other official looks up and sees Phil walking toward
|
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them like a zombie.
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|
|
|
OTHER OFFICIAL
|
|
Hi, there, mister. Something I can
|
|
do you for?
|
|
|
|
Without a word, Phil jumps quickly into the cab of the
|
|
pickup and starts it up.
|
|
|
|
FIRST OFFICIAL
|
|
Hey! What're you--!
|
|
|
|
Phil drives off in Buster's truck.
|
|
|
|
Rita witnesses the groundhog-napping and runs back toward
|
|
the knob.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
(shouts)
|
|
Larry!
|
|
|
|
Buster and his aides race for another car parked nearby.
|
|
|
|
BUSTER
|
|
Jake! Call the police, and get the
|
|
word out. Somebody kidnapped Phil.
|
|
We're going after him. Come on,
|
|
Tommy!
|
|
|
|
They jump into a car, Buster guns the engine and takes off
|
|
after the pickup.
|
|
|
|
Rita runs up to Larry and grabs the camera on the fly.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Let's go! Phil just snatched the
|
|
groundhog!
|
|
|
|
Larry does a slow take and starts gathering up the rest of
|
|
the gear.
|
|
|
|
LARRY
|
|
(mutters)
|
|
Probably some kind of gerbil deal.
|
|
Pervert.
|
|
88.
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CUT TO:
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100 EXT. LOCAL ROAD - MINUTES LATER 100
|
|
|
|
Phil comes tearing around a slippery curve, followed by
|
|
Buster in his car, and close behind him, a contingent of
|
|
police cars and the Channel 9 news van.
|
|
|
|
|
|
101 INT. PICKUP - CONTINUOUS 101
|
|
|
|
Phil looks at the groundhog on the seat next to him, then
|
|
punches the gas as he turns up a mountain drive.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Coming to the end of the trail,
|
|
Phil. Then we're going out in a
|
|
blaze of glory.
|
|
|
|
|
|
102 INT. BUSTER'S CAR - SAME TIME 102
|
|
|
|
Buster pursues Phil with relentless determination.
|
|
|
|
BUSTER
|
|
Nobody takes my groundhog and gets
|
|
away with it.
|
|
|
|
|
|
103 INT. THE NEWS VAN - SAME TIME 103
|
|
|
|
Rita is driving. Larry is hooking up the camera.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
(very upset)
|
|
What is he doing? What can he be
|
|
thinking? He must'v just snapped.
|
|
|
|
Larry squeezes into the passenger seat with the camera
|
|
mounted on his shoulder.
|
|
|
|
LARRY
|
|
This oughta be good.
|
|
|
|
|
|
104 EXT. MOUNTAIN ROAD - CONTINUOUS 104
|
|
|
|
The cars chase the pickup to the top of the mountain.
|
|
|
|
|
|
105 INT. BUSTER'S CAR - CONTINUOUS 105
|
|
89.
|
|
|
|
|
|
BUSTER
|
|
Okay! I know this road. There's no
|
|
way off 'cept the way we come up.
|
|
|
|
FIRST OFFICIAL
|
|
All right! We got him now.
|
|
|
|
|
|
106 EXT. LOGGER'S LEAP - CONTINUOUS 106
|
|
|
|
The pickup is losing its lead over the pursuers as it nears
|
|
the sharp mountain cliff.
|
|
|
|
|
|
107 INT. THE PICKUP - SAME TIME 107
|
|
|
|
Phil looks in his rearview mirror at the cars chasing him.
|
|
He glances down at the groundhog. He takes a breath.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Okay, pal. It's showtime.
|
|
|
|
Phil hits the gas.
|
|
|
|
|
|
108 INT. THE NEWS VAN - SAME TIME 108
|
|
|
|
Larry is taping as Rita comes around the curve just in time
|
|
to see the pickup truck speeding toward the cliff. Rita
|
|
hits the brakes and watches in horror.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
PHIL! NO!
|
|
|
|
|
|
109 EXT. LOGGER'S LEAP - CONTINUOUS 109
|
|
|
|
The pickup bursts through a retaining fence and rockets
|
|
over the edge of the cliff.
|
|
|
|
The pickup seems to hang in the air for a long time, then
|
|
it begins its SLOW MOTION descent, falling ever so
|
|
gracefully until it impacts on the granite rock face far
|
|
below.
|
|
|
|
BIG EXPLOSION. BIG FIREBALL. FLAMING WRECKAGE. Then a small
|
|
click, followed by "I Got You, Babe."
|
|
|
|
DISSOLVE TO:
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
90.
|
|
|
|
|
|
He slowly opens his eyes and blinks. He looks around and
|
|
realizes he's back in his room at the bed and breakfast.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Ah, nuts!
|
|
|
|
Phil throws off the covers and hurls himself out of bed.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
|
|
110 INT. NED RYERSON'S OFFICE - DAY 110
|
|
|
|
Ned and a client are huddled over his desk, looking at some
|
|
papers. A BODY DROPS quickly past the window behind them.
|
|
It's Phil.
|
|
|
|
They rush to the window and look down at the sidewalk three
|
|
stories below. Phil is sprawled there like a broken puppet,
|
|
lifeless.
|
|
|
|
|
|
111 INT. PHIL'S ROOM - DAWN 111
|
|
|
|
"I Got You, Babe" is playing. Phil wakes up and smashes the
|
|
radio.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
|
|
112 EXT. STREET - DAY 112
|
|
|
|
Rita and Larry are walking down the street when a GREYHOUND
|
|
BUS pulls out of the bus station and accelerates down Main
|
|
Street. Suddenly, Phil, dressed in pajamas and overcoat,
|
|
leaps out in front of the speeding bus. Rita witnesses the
|
|
whole incident.
|
|
|
|
DRIVERS' POV
|
|
|
|
He sees Phil through the windshield but doesn't even have
|
|
time to hit the brakes before he runs right over Phil.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
A TV SCREEN
|
|
|
|
A woman in some horror movie is screaming.
|
|
|
|
REVEAL
|
|
91.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Mrs. Lancaster is watching TV in the parlor of the hotel.
|
|
In the corridor behind her, Phil walks by, dressed in a
|
|
robe, carrying an electric toaster and a towel, heading for
|
|
the bathroom.
|
|
|
|
A few moments pass.
|
|
|
|
We hear the zap of an electrocution, the lights and TV
|
|
flicker and dim for a moment, then come back on again.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
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|
|
|
|
|
113 EXT. THE BANK - DAY 113
|
|
|
|
The building is surrounded by police, all crouched behind
|
|
their cars with guns and rifles trained on the doors.
|
|
|
|
Suddenly, the doors burst open and Phil comes running out
|
|
of the bank screaming, dressed in camouflage fatigues and
|
|
armed to the teeth with an assault rifle in one hand, an
|
|
Uzi in the other and a couple of handguns stuck in his
|
|
belt. He doesn't get three feet before he is shot down in
|
|
an incredible hail of gunfire.
|
|
|
|
Rita stands beside the camera gaping in horror while Larry
|
|
records the grisly massacre.
|
|
|
|
|
|
114 INT. CORONER'S - DAY 114
|
|
|
|
Rita stands by weeping while Phil's body is covered with a
|
|
sheet.
|
|
|
|
In the shadowy darkness under the sheet, a CLICK is heard
|
|
and Phil's eyes pop open. "I Got You, Babe" plays.
|
|
|
|
|
|
115 INT. PHIL'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS 115
|
|
|
|
Phil pulls the sheet off his face and finds himself back in
|
|
his bed in his room. A tear falls from his eye.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
|
|
116 INT. DINER - DAY 116
|
|
|
|
Phil and Rita are sitting in the diner at their regular
|
|
table.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
I'm sorry. What was that again?
|
|
92.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
I'm a god.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
You're God?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
No, I'm A god. Not THE God -- at
|
|
least I don't think I am.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
That's reassuring. For a mintute
|
|
there I thought you might be crazy.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
No, it's true. It's the only
|
|
possible explanation. I'm a
|
|
supernatural being.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Because you survived a car wreck?
|
|
|
|
The waiter comes to the table.
|
|
|
|
WAITER
|
|
Are you ready to order?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(to Rita, ignoring the
|
|
waiter)
|
|
Not just the car wreck! I didn't
|
|
just blow up yesterday, you know.
|
|
I've been run over, drowned,
|
|
crushed, stabbed, shot,
|
|
electrocuted, poisoned, frozen,
|
|
burned, and asphyxiated --
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Really?
|
|
|
|
The waiter looks at him like he's nuts.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
-- but I always wake up the next
|
|
day without a scratch, without even
|
|
a headache. I'm telling you, I'm
|
|
immortal.
|
|
|
|
WAITER
|
|
The special today is blueberry
|
|
waffles.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
93.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Why are you telling me this?
|
|
|
|
WAITER
|
|
(shrugs)
|
|
Because some people like blueberry
|
|
waffles.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
(to the waiter)
|
|
Not you -- him.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Because I want you to believe in
|
|
me.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
You're not a god, Phil. Take my
|
|
word for it. This is twelve years
|
|
of Catholic school talking.
|
|
|
|
WAITER
|
|
I could come back if you're not
|
|
ready.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
How do you know I'm not a god?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Please.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
How do you know?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Because it's not possible.
|
|
|
|
WAITER
|
|
I'll come back.
|
|
|
|
The waiter turns to leave.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Hey, Billy!
|
|
|
|
The waiter turns back.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
This is Bill. He's been a waiter
|
|
for three years because he left
|
|
Penn State and had to find work. He
|
|
likes the town, he paints toy
|
|
soldiers, and he's gay.
|
|
94.
|
|
|
|
|
|
WAITER
|
|
I am not!
|
|
|
|
Phil grabs an astonished Rita and pulls her over to the
|
|
next table.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
What are you doing?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
This is Doris Kleiser and her
|
|
fiance Fred.
|
|
|
|
DORIS
|
|
Do I know you?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
They're supposed to get married
|
|
tonight but Doris is having second
|
|
thoughts.
|
|
|
|
FRED
|
|
What!
|
|
|
|
Doris touces her engagement ring, dumbfounded. Rita is a
|
|
little embarrassed.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Lovely ring.
|
|
|
|
DORIS
|
|
Thanks.
|
|
|
|
Phil drags Rita to the counter.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
This is Ralph. Say "Hi," Rita.
|
|
|
|
Rita flashes a quick smile.
|
|
|
|
RALPH
|
|
Don't believe I've had the --
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Ralph hates his life here and wants
|
|
to drive around town smashing into
|
|
policemen.
|
|
|
|
RALPH
|
|
Well, who don't?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
This is some kind of trick.
|
|
95.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Yes, it's a trick. But maybe the
|
|
real God cheats, too. Maybe God
|
|
isn't omnipotent -- he's just had a
|
|
lot of practice.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
How about that guy?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Tom. Worked in the coal mine 'til
|
|
they shut it down.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Her?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Nancy. Went to Lincoln High School
|
|
in Pittsburgh. Takes herself out to
|
|
lunch once a week.
|
|
|
|
Rita is getting very bewildered. From their reactions she
|
|
can see that Phil is right about each and every one of
|
|
them.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
How do you know these people!
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
I told you the truth. In five
|
|
seconds there's going to be a
|
|
grease fire in the kitchen. Five,
|
|
four --
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
This is nuts.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
-- three, two, one.
|
|
|
|
Phil points to the kitchen as smoke starts pouring from the
|
|
service window. Everyone in the diner is now staring at
|
|
them
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
(trying to puzzle it out)
|
|
Okay, enough. Let's just sit down
|
|
and think for a second.
|
|
(they sit)
|
|
What do you know about me, Phil? Do
|
|
you know me, too?
|
|
|
|
Phil takes a long pause.
|
|
96.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
I know all about you, Rita. I know
|
|
you like producing, but hope for
|
|
better than Channel 9, Pittsburgh.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Everyone knows that.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
You like boats but not the ocean.
|
|
There's a lake you go to in the
|
|
summer with your family, up in the
|
|
mountains, with an old wooden dock
|
|
and a boathouse with boards missing
|
|
in the roof, and a place you used
|
|
to crawl underneath to be alone,
|
|
and at night you'd look up and see
|
|
the stars. You're a sucker for
|
|
Rocky Road, Marlon Brando, and
|
|
French poetry. You're wonderfully
|
|
generous; you're kind to strangers,
|
|
and children; and when you stand in
|
|
the snow, you look like an angel.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
How are you doing this?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
I told you! I wake up every day
|
|
right here, right in Punxsutawney,
|
|
and it's always February second and
|
|
I can't turn it off. If you still
|
|
don't believe me, listen --
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
But, Phil --
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Listen! In ten seconds Larry is
|
|
going to walk through that door and
|
|
take you away from me.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Larry?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
But you can't let him. Please
|
|
believe me. You've got to believe
|
|
me.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
I don't --
|
|
97.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Larry pokes his head in the doorway, looks around and spots
|
|
Rita.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Look.
|
|
|
|
As Rita turns around to see Larry, Phil grabs a pen and pad
|
|
from a passing waitress and quickly writes something down
|
|
as Larry makes his way to their table. Phil finishes
|
|
writing.
|
|
|
|
LARRY
|
|
(to Rita)
|
|
You ready? We better get going if
|
|
we're going to stay ahead of the
|
|
weather.
|
|
|
|
Phil hands the paper to Rita. She reads it.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
(reading)
|
|
" -- stay ahead of the weather. "
|
|
|
|
Larry looks at the paper.
|
|
|
|
LARRY
|
|
What's that?
|
|
|
|
Rita looks at Phil with new understanding and empathy.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
|
|
117 EXT. PUNXSUTAWNEY - DAY 117
|
|
|
|
Phil and Rita are walking down the sidewalk.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Afer I got over the shock, it was
|
|
kind of fun for the first year or
|
|
two. I had anything I wanted.
|
|
Except you, of course.
|
|
|
|
Phil abruptly pulls Rita aside. A big pile of snow slides
|
|
off a roof and onto the sidewalk where they would have
|
|
walked. Phil doesn't even look up. Rita looks, as if she's
|
|
seeing a miracle.
|
|
|
|
RITA
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How did this start?
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PHIL
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98.
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I don't know. I just woke up. Just
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like always.
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NED RY-ERSON approaches.
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NED
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Hey, Phil! Phil Connors!
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PHIL
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Rita, this is Ned Ryerson. He's an
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asshole.
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NED
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He remembers me!
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Phil and Rita keep walking. Rita looks back at Ned,
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perplexed
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PHIL
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Trust me on that one.
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118 EXT. FUDGE SHOP - DAY 118
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Phil and Rita come out of the shop, sharing pieces of
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fudge.
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RITA
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This is great.
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PHIL
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No, it isn't. You hate fudge.
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RITA
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Just how well do we know each
|
|
other?
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PHIL
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I told you. I know everybody.
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Rita stops walking.
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RITA
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Did we ever -- you know?
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PHIL
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(teasing)
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Did we ever! You were an animal.
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RITA
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99.
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Come on.
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PHIL
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You're European trained, aren't
|
|
you.
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Phil continues walking.
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RITA
|
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(blushing)
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Phil! It's not funny.
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She catches up to him. Phil turns to her.
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PHIL
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You weren't interested.
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RITA
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|
(relieved)
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|
Okay.
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She begins walking again.
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RITA
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Not that it would've been so awful.
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PHIL
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I understand.
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RITA
|
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I just had to know whether to smack
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you or not.
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PHIL
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You did.
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RITA
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Good.
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CUT TO:
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119 EXT. PARK - DAY 119
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|
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Phil and Rita are sitting on a park bench.
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PHIL
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|
So do you believe any of this?
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RITA
|
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100.
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|
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|
|
|
I don't know. I don't know how else
|
|
you could know so much. Maybe it is
|
|
really happening.
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|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
I used to try to stay up all night
|
|
sometimes. I thought if I could
|
|
stay conscious I could figure out
|
|
what was going on, or at least hang
|
|
onto something from the day before.
|
|
But I gave up on that a long time
|
|
ago.
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|
|
|
Rita looks at him with compassion.
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|
RITA
|
|
It sounds so -- lonely.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(trying to shrug it off)
|
|
It's not that bad. You get used to
|
|
it.
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|
|
|
Rita comes to a decision.
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|
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|
RITA
|
|
Maybe I should spend the rest of
|
|
the day with you -- as an objective
|
|
witness. Just to see what happens.
|
|
Okay?
|
|
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PHIL
|
|
Yeah, sure. That'd be okay.
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CUT TO:
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|
120 INT. PHIL'S ROOM - NIGHT 120
|
|
|
|
A hat is lying on Phil's bed. A playing card flies past. A
|
|
second playing card sails right into the hat. Another
|
|
playing card sails past, missing. Another playing card
|
|
sails right in Phil and Rita are tossing cards. Rita is
|
|
missing. Phil is hitting.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
It's not in the wrist so much as
|
|
the fingers. Be the hat.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
It would take me a year to get good
|
|
at this.
|
|
101.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Uh-uh. Six months. Four, five hours
|
|
a day.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Is this what you do with eternity?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Now you know. It's like waiting for
|
|
a bus that never comes. You should
|
|
see me play pool -- and bowling,
|
|
juggling, hacky sack. I can ride a
|
|
unicycle.
|
|
|
|
There's a knock on the door.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
I'll get it!
|
|
|
|
Phil jumps for the door and opens it. The PIZZA GUY is
|
|
there.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Hi, Marty. $11.75 including the
|
|
delivery charge, right?
|
|
|
|
PIZZA GUY
|
|
Uhhhh --
|
|
|
|
Phil pays him, takes the pizza and closes the door.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
(opening the pizza box)
|
|
MMMM. Pepperoni and olives. My
|
|
favorite.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Of course. I told you, I know
|
|
everything.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
(taking a bite of pizza)
|
|
I don't think I'd want to know
|
|
everything that's going to happen.
|
|
I like to be surprised.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
That's not the worst part.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
What's the worst part?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
102.
|
|
|
|
|
|
The worst part is starting over
|
|
everyday. Tomorrow you won't
|
|
remember any of this. You'll go
|
|
back to treating me like a complete
|
|
jerk --
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
No --
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
It's not your fault. I am a jerk.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
No, you're not.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Okay, I'm not. It really doesn't
|
|
make a lot of difference. I've
|
|
killed myself so many times, I
|
|
don't even exist anymore. I'm just
|
|
completely empty.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Or completely clean.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
If you're going to be this positive
|
|
all the time I may have to rough
|
|
you up a little.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Wait! Have we done this before?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Which part?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
You getting me up here, the card
|
|
game, the pizza --
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
No, this is the first time.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
(excited)
|
|
Well?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Well, what?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Well how does it feel to be doing
|
|
something completely new?
|
|
103.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Phil looks at her with tremendous affection and gratitude.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Good. Really good.
|
|
|
|
He takes a slice of pizza and starts eating with gusto.
|
|
|
|
DISSOLVE TO:
|
|
|
|
|
|
121 EXT. PHIL'S ROOM - THE PIZZA BOX - LATER 121
|
|
|
|
There's only one slice left.
|
|
|
|
Phil and Rita are sitting together on the bed, close but
|
|
not touching. Soft music is playing on the radio.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Sometimes I wish I had a thousand
|
|
lifetimes. One to be a great
|
|
journalist. One to, I don't know,
|
|
go back to school, study art, or
|
|
auto mechanics. One just to take
|
|
care of all the busywork, you know,
|
|
pay the bills, get my car tuned up.
|
|
One to be the wild woman of Borneo.
|
|
One to be Mother Theresa. Maybe
|
|
it's not a curse, Phil. It all just
|
|
depends on how you look at it.
|
|
|
|
Phil stares at her for a long time letting this sink in.
|
|
Then he belches really loud. Rita stares at him, then burps
|
|
surprisingly loud herself.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
I want you to know, it's been a
|
|
really nice day for me.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Me, too.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Maybe, if it's not too boring for
|
|
you, we could do it again.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
I hope so.
|
|
|
|
The clock reads 11:59. Rita grabs Phil's hand. He puts his
|
|
arm around her.
|
|
104.
|
|
|
|
|
|
They look into each others' eyes. Rita gives Phil a
|
|
reassuring smile. She squeezes his hand. Their eyes turn to
|
|
the clock.
|
|
|
|
11;59 turns to 12:00.
|
|
|
|
Rita looks up at Phil as if expecting some magical event.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
You're still here!
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
I know.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
I thought you were supposed to
|
|
disappear -- or I was or something.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Not 'til six.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
You rat!
|
|
|
|
She is mad in a playful way.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
I never said midnight --
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
You knew I was waiting for
|
|
midnight!
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
But I never said it.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Oh, I can't believe you!
|
|
(she slugs him with a
|
|
pillow)
|
|
I didn't know this was going to
|
|
take all night!
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Does that mean you're going?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
No.
|
|
|
|
Phil takes Rita's hand. She doesn't resist.
|
|
|
|
DISSOLVE TO:
|
|
105.
|
|
|
|
|
|
LATER
|
|
|
|
Rita is now sitting right next to Phil on the bed, her head
|
|
resting on his shoulder. She nods off then catches herself.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
I'm sorry.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
It's okay to go to sleep you know.
|
|
I promise I won't touch you --
|
|
much.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
No, it's all right. I'm not tired.
|
|
What were you saying?
|
|
|
|
Her eyes start to close again.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
I was saying that the cow was
|
|
eventually returned to it's
|
|
rightful owner.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
(drifting off)
|
|
Really?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
That's right.
|
|
|
|
He looks at her, sees she's truly asleep, and gently
|
|
maneuvers her into a comfortable reclining position on the
|
|
bed. Then he carefully puts a pillow under her head and
|
|
settles down next to her.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
What I was going to say was, I
|
|
think you're the kindest, sweetest,
|
|
prettiest, most wonderful girl I
|
|
ever met in my life.
|
|
|
|
She starts to stir but he gently kisses her back to sleep.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Shhhh. That's good.
|
|
(satisfied she's still
|
|
asleep)
|
|
106.
|
|
|
|
|
|
I could never tell you this, but
|
|
from the first minute I looked at
|
|
you I wanted to just hold you close
|
|
and be with you forever. Everytime
|
|
I saw you around the station, I
|
|
thought my heart was going to
|
|
explode. I used to dream about us
|
|
being together. In my dream you
|
|
loved me as much as I loved you and
|
|
we didn't have to say anything but
|
|
I knew you understood everything.
|
|
|
|
She stirs again but he kisses her until she returns to deep
|
|
sleep.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
I know a guy like me could never
|
|
deserve to have someone like you,
|
|
but if I did, I swear I would love
|
|
you for the rest of my life.
|
|
|
|
Rita opens her eyes.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
(half-asleep)
|
|
Did you say something?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Good-night, Rita.
|
|
|
|
He kisses her gently on the forehead.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Good-night, Phil.
|
|
|
|
CLOSE UP - THE CLOCK
|
|
|
|
The time changes from 5:59 to 6:00. The radio starts
|
|
playing.
|
|
|
|
Phil wakes up alone in bed. He lies there for a moment then
|
|
leaps out of bed like a man reborn and heads straight for
|
|
the shower.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
|
|
122 EXT. GOBBLER'S KNOB - DAWN 122
|
|
|
|
Rita and Larry are in the packed press area, beginning to
|
|
set up the equipment.
|
|
|
|
Phil arrives, carrying two cups of coffee.
|
|
107.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Rita?
|
|
|
|
She looks at him without a trace of the rapport they shared
|
|
the night before.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Oh, hi, Phil.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Thought you might like some --
|
|
|
|
He hands her the coffee.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Thanks!
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Careful, it's hot. Larry?
|
|
|
|
He hands Larry a cup.
|
|
|
|
LARRY
|
|
(surprised, mutters)
|
|
Yeah, great.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
We're just setting up.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
You know, I bumped into Buster
|
|
Greene, he kind of runs this thing,
|
|
and he tipped me off that we might
|
|
get a better shot over there.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Really?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
I mean, maybe we should go for it.
|
|
What do you think?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Sounds good to me. Larry?
|
|
|
|
LARRY
|
|
Sure, why not?
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
All right. Thanks, Phil. Good work.
|
|
|
|
She reaches for an equipment case.
|
|
108.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
I'll get that.
|
|
|
|
Phil helps Larry carry the camera gear.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(to Larry)
|
|
You and I never talk, Larry. You
|
|
got kids?
|
|
|
|
Larry looks suspicious. Rita looks on, reevaluating Phil.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
|
|
123 INT. LIBRARY - DAY 123
|
|
|
|
Phil enters the library, approaches the Librarian.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Where would I find the Philosophy
|
|
section?
|
|
|
|
LIBRARIAN
|
|
Down and to the left, 600's.
|
|
|
|
Phil walks through the stacks, past the groundhog window.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
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|
|
|
|
|
124 EXT. A HOUSE - DAY 124
|
|
|
|
Phil rings the doorbell. A kindly young woman, MARY,
|
|
answers
|
|
|
|
MARY
|
|
Yes?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
I'd like a piano lesson, please.
|
|
|
|
MARY
|
|
Oh. Okay, I'm with a student now,
|
|
but --
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
I'll give you a thousand dollars.
|
|
|
|
Mary hesitates only a moment, then ushers Phil into the
|
|
house and closes the door.
|
|
109.
|
|
|
|
|
|
A moment later the door opens and a LITTLE GIRL with an
|
|
armloa of music books exits as if pushed. The door closes
|
|
behind her.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
|
|
125 INT. HALLWAY - DAWN 125
|
|
|
|
Phil walks happily down the hallway. He passes the chubby
|
|
man.
|
|
|
|
CHUBBY MAN
|
|
Morning.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Buon Giorno, signore.
|
|
|
|
CHUBBY MAN
|
|
Think it'11 be an early Spring?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
"Winter slumbering in the open air
|
|
wears on his smiling face a dream
|
|
of Spring."
|
|
|
|
CHUBBY MAN
|
|
Oh.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
|
|
126 INT. MARY'S HOUSE - DAY 126
|
|
|
|
Phil and Mary are sitting together at the piano. Phil is
|
|
playing, poorly.
|
|
|
|
MARY
|
|
Not bad, Mr. Connors. You say this
|
|
is your first lesson?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Technically, yes.
|
|
|
|
Phil plays on, definitely improving.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
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|
|
|
|
|
127 INT. LIBRARY - DAY 127
|
|
|
|
We see several cuts of Phil studying at the library.
|
|
110.
|
|
|
|
|
|
SUPERED over these cuts is a calendar with the pages
|
|
flipping by. They all read "February 2."
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
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|
|
|
|
|
128 EXT. GOBBLER'S KNOB - DAWN 128
|
|
|
|
Phil stands in front of the camera, giving his report.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
In fact, the groundhog's legendary
|
|
ability to predict the weather may
|
|
be more than just the German
|
|
folklore of the region. Higher
|
|
temperatures trigger hormonal
|
|
changes in the testosterone levels
|
|
of male groundhogs, which may in
|
|
fact wake them from hibernation and
|
|
send them out to battle with other
|
|
males ;for mating rights. So, the
|
|
truth is they're not looking for
|
|
their shadows, they're looking for
|
|
groundhog chicks.
|
|
|
|
Rita looks on, clearly delighted with the report.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
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|
|
|
|
|
129 INT. MARY'S HOUSE - DAY 129
|
|
|
|
Phil is playing the piano with ever increasing skill as
|
|
more February 2 calendar pages flip by.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
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|
|
|
|
|
130 EXT. GOBBLER'S KNOB - DAWN 130
|
|
|
|
Phil is delivering another report.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
111.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Groundhog Day, February second,
|
|
also known as Candlemas Day or the
|
|
Feast of the Purification of the
|
|
Virgin Mary, the day Mary first
|
|
came to the temple for ritual
|
|
blessings following the birth of
|
|
the infant Jesus, and celebrated
|
|
since the Middle Ages by the
|
|
sacramental lighting of candles.
|
|
Hence the old Scottish couplet
|
|
which long predates the American
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groundhog tradition: "If Candlemas
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dawns bright and clear, there'll be
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two winters in the year."
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Larry whispers an aside to Rita.
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LARRY
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Is he making this stuff up?
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RITA
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(riveted)
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Shhhhh.
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131 EXT. CEMETERY - DAY 131
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Beyond the graveyard is a work shed with various tombstones
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scattered about. Old TUCKER, the town stonecarver, is at
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work chiseling a name into a gravemarker.
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Behind him, Phil is chipping away at a small hunk of
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marble, sculpting a very lovely cherub.
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Rita sits on a stool eating an apple and sipping hot tea
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watching him with amazed interest.
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PHIL
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But what if the rules changed? What
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if none of your actions had
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consequences?
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RITA
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There would still be an absolute
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morality. There has to be an
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absolute good, regardless of the
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circumstances.
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PHIL
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112.
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Oh, is that so, Miss Plato? Then
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let me ask you this. Where does
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this "absolute good" come from?
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From the sky?
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Rita shrugs.
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RITA
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I don't know. From my freshman
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Philosophy course, I guess.
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They both laugh. Then she looks at him for a long moment
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and grins.
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PHIL
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What?
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RITA
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Nothing. I just can't believe
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you're such a fine sculptor.
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Phil takes a bite of her apple and gets up.
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PHIL
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I gotta go.
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RITA
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Where do you have to go in
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Punxsutawney?
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PHIL
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I got piano and then drums.
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RITA
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Here?
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PHIL
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Come on, I'll drop you off.
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They exit.
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132 EXT. MAIN STREET - LATER 132
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Phil drops Rita off and watches as she crosses the street
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to Larry who is waiting on the other side.
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Across the street, Rita takes a wistful glance toward Phil,
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then gets in the news van and drives off.
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113.
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Phil gets out of the car and starts walking, but finds
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himself face to face with Ned Ryerson.
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NED
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Phil! Phil Connors! I thought that
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was you!
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PHIL
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|
Ned? Ned Ryerson! I don't believe
|
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it. I've missed you so much.
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Phil gives Ned a big hug and keeps holding on for an
|
|
uncomfortably long time, actually giving Ned a hickey on
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the neck. Ned goes into homophobic shock.
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NED
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Uh, I gotta get going. Nice to see
|
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you, Phil.
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He hurries off.
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133 INT. MARY'S HOUSE - DAY 133
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Phil is sitting on the piano bench with Mary, playing
|
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pretty well. Mary is astonished.
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MARY
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How long have you been studying,
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Mr. Connors?
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PHIL
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One day. I'm gifted.
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134 EXT. STREET - DAY 134
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Phil is walking down the street. He glances down the alley
|
|
as he passes, stops, walks back and enters the alley. The
|
|
OLD BUM that Phil never noticed before is lying there,
|
|
huddled against a wall. Phil goes to help him.
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PHIL
|
|
Hey, mister. Hey. Come on, let's
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|
get you somewhere warm.
|
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|
The old bum turns to look at Phil, then closes his eyes.
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PHIL
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114.
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|
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(helps the old man to his
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|
feet)
|
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There you go.
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Phil practically carries him out of the alley.
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135 INT. HOSPITAL EMERGENCY ROOM - NIGHT 135
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|
|
A nurse approaches Phil.
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|
|
NURSE
|
|
You the one brought in the old man?
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|
|
PHIL
|
|
How is he?
|
|
|
|
NURSE
|
|
He passed away just now.
|
|
|
|
Phil pauses for a long moment.
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|
|
PHIL
|
|
What'd he die of?
|
|
|
|
NURSE
|
|
(shrugs)
|
|
He was just old. It was his time.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
I want to see his chart. Excuse me.
|
|
|
|
Phil brushes past her and makes for the big double doors
|
|
leading to triage.
|
|
|
|
NURSE
|
|
Sir, you can't --
|
|
(hurrying after him)
|
|
Look! Some people just die!
|
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PHIL
|
|
Not on my watch.
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136 INT. DINER - MORNING 136
|
|
|
|
Phil is propping up the old man at a table, trying to feed
|
|
him hot soup.
|
|
115.
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137 INT. HOSPITAL - DAY 137
|
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|
|
Phil is furiously looking over X-rays, flipping through
|
|
medical journals and making notes.
|
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138 EXT. ALLEY - NIGHT 138
|
|
|
|
Phil is in the alley, shaking the old man, trying to rouse
|
|
him.
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|
PHIL
|
|
Come on. Hang on. Hang on, there.
|
|
Breathe.
|
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|
|
Phil stops. The body lies, unmoving. Phil sits back,
|
|
breathing heavily.
|
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139 EXT. GOBBLER'S KNOB - DAWN 139
|
|
|
|
Phil is delivering his report. Everyone there is silent and
|
|
listening to Phil. Even the other reporters have turned
|
|
their cameras on him.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
When Chekhov saw the long winter,
|
|
it was a winter bleak and dark and
|
|
bereft of hope; and yet, we know
|
|
winter's only one more step in the
|
|
cycle. And standing among the
|
|
people of Punxsutawney --
|
|
(Phil looks directly at
|
|
Rita)
|
|
-- basking in the warmth of their
|
|
hearths and hearts, I couldn't
|
|
imagine a better fate than a long
|
|
and lustrous winter.
|
|
|
|
Phil smiles. Rita smiles, too.
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|
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|
PHIL
|
|
For Channel 9 news, I'm Phil
|
|
Connors.
|
|
|
|
There is much applause. Even Larry brushes away a tear.
|
|
116.
|
|
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|
|
|
Phil hands the microphone to Rita.
|
|
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|
RITA
|
|
Phil --
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|
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|
PHIL
|
|
Sorry. I'm gonna be late.
|
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|
|
Phil rushes off.
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|
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|
RITA
|
|
Late for what? Phil?
|
|
(To Larry)
|
|
Could you break it down and wrap
|
|
out of here by yourself, Larry?
|
|
|
|
LARRY
|
|
Sure.
|
|
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|
RITA
|
|
Thanks.
|
|
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|
Rita rushes off after Phil.
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140 EXT. STREET CORNER - DAY 140
|
|
|
|
Phil walks briskly toward an intersection, glancing
|
|
nervously at his watch. Rita follows him at a distance,
|
|
hurrying to keep up.
|
|
|
|
MARIE, a little nine-year-old girl, approaches the
|
|
intersection shielding her brand new puppy under her winter
|
|
coat. She isn't paying attention to traffic and fails to
|
|
notice a big truck bearing down on her.
|
|
|
|
As she steps off the curb, Phil arrives and, with split-
|
|
second timing, nonchalantly but firmly grabs her coat to
|
|
hold her back, just as the big truck rushes past in the
|
|
street, narrowly missing her.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Hey! Did you forget to look both
|
|
ways? You didn't even look one way.
|
|
|
|
MARIE
|
|
My doggie was cold.
|
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|
PHIL
|
|
117.
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|
|
|
Yeah, well, my doggies are
|
|
freezing, but I ' m still gonna
|
|
watch out for cars. See you around,
|
|
kid.
|
|
|
|
Phil looks at his watch and rushes off.
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|
Rita looks on amazed and follows him at a distance.
|
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|
141 INT. BERGHOF RESTAURANT - DAY 141
|
|
|
|
Phil enters the crowded restaurant and pushes past all the
|
|
people waiting to be seated. He walks casually but quickly
|
|
and purposefully around the tables, squeezing past busy
|
|
waitresses and seated patrons toward a commotion in the
|
|
back of the restaurant.
|
|
|
|
TWO BUSINESSMEN are leaning over a THIRD.
|
|
|
|
BUSINESSMAN
|
|
Oh, my God! He's having a heart
|
|
attack!
|
|
|
|
SECOND BUSINESSMAN
|
|
Lay him down!
|
|
|
|
BUSINESSMAN
|
|
What do I do? He's not breathing1
|
|
|
|
SECOND BUSINESSMAN
|
|
He's turning blue! Help!
|
|
|
|
Phil walks straight up to the BLUE-FACED MAN, grabs him
|
|
from behind, gets him in the Heimlich grip and squeezes
|
|
sharply.
|
|
|
|
A bolus of food flies across the room. The victim coughs
|
|
and sputters, then starts breathing again.
|
|
|
|
FIRST BUSINESSMAN
|
|
Jerry, you okay?
|
|
|
|
SECOND BUSINESSMAN
|
|
I think that did it.
|
|
|
|
Phil lets go of the grateful victim.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
118.
|
|
|
|
|
|
If you're going to eat steak, get
|
|
better teeth, will you? Enjoy the
|
|
rest of your lunch, gents.
|
|
|
|
He exits.
|
|
|
|
JERRY
|
|
Wow. Who was that guy?
|
|
|
|
Phil gets to the door and finds Rita standing there,
|
|
looking at him in awe.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Rita!
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
(confronting)
|
|
-- Okay, hold it right there. I
|
|
want to know what' s going on and I
|
|
want to know right now.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
I'm sorry, I'm really pressed right
|
|
now. Meet me outside the hospital
|
|
about 5:00 and we'll talk about it.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
The hospital?
|
|
|
|
Phil looks at his watch and rushes away.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Try the curlycue fries. Killer.
|
|
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|
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|
142 INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR - LATER 142
|
|
|
|
A gurney bursts through the double doors, paramedics and
|
|
nurses in attendance. The patient is a teenage girl, JANEY,
|
|
totally unconscious.
|
|
|
|
|
|
143 INT. EMERGENCY ROOM - CONTINUOUS 143
|
|
|
|
The gurney is wheeled into the surgery.
|
|
|
|
NURSE
|
|
Looks like insulin shock. She's
|
|
probably diabetic.
|
|
119.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Phil enters wearing a doctor's scrub suit and begins
|
|
barking orders.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
She's not diabetic. It's an
|
|
overdose. Let's get her up here and
|
|
pump her stomach, then I want a
|
|
complete blood work-up, STAT.
|
|
|
|
NURSE
|
|
Right, Doctor -- uh --
|
|
|
|
She realizes she's never seen him before.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Call me Phil.
|
|
|
|
NURSE
|
|
Phil. Like the groundhog?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Exactly.
|
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|
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144 INT. CHILDREN'S WARD - LATE AFTERNOON 144
|
|
|
|
Sick CHILDREN in hospital gowns are gathered around Phil,
|
|
laughing and squealing. Phil is. making balloon animals.
|
|
|
|
KID
|
|
Make a giraffe!
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
A giraffe? Let's see. It's just
|
|
like a dog with a biiiiig -- what
|
|
was it?
|
|
|
|
ALL THE KIDS
|
|
Neck!
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
A big tail? Okay, a big tail.
|
|
|
|
KIDS
|
|
Neck! A big neck!
|
|
|
|
Phil makes an animal really quickly.
|
|
|
|
Rita watches from the doorway, unseen by Phil.
|
|
120.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
There. A dog with long legs.
|
|
|
|
KIDS
|
|
Nooo! Long neck!
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Oh! Right! A dog with a big head.
|
|
|
|
KIDS
|
|
Noooo!
|
|
|
|
The kids attack Phil. Lots of rolling around on the bed.
|
|
Rita watches, completely enthralled.
|
|
|
|
Finally, Phil extricates himself and exits to find Rita
|
|
waiting.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
All right, now what's going on?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(taking her arm)
|
|
Come on. We have to hurry.
|
|
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|
145 EXT. RESIDENTIAL STREET - A LITTLE LATER 145
|
|
|
|
Phil rushes down the sidewalk with Rita close behind him.
|
|
He stops under a tree and puts his arms out just as a YOUNG
|
|
BOY falls out of the tree and into his arms, knocking him
|
|
to the ground. The kid runs off unhurt as Phil gets back to
|
|
his feet and brushes himself off.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(to Rita)
|
|
That little bastard has never
|
|
thanked me once. I ought to just
|
|
let him fall. Teach him a lesson.
|
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|
|
RITA
|
|
Phil, this is too -- I must be
|
|
dreaming.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Yeah, you and me both. Come on,
|
|
We're almost done.
|
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121.
|
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|
|
146 EXT. ALLEY - NIGHT 146
|
|
|
|
Phil kneels on the cold ground beside the old bum who lies
|
|
huddled against the wall, immobile.
|
|
|
|
Rita is standing by at the end of the alley, watching as
|
|
Phil examines him.
|
|
|
|
Phil writes something down on a small pad. He finishes, and
|
|
sets it down by the old man. Then he takes his coat and
|
|
uses it to cover the man up. A siren is heard.
|
|
|
|
Phil stands and walks away, as an ambulance pulls into the
|
|
alley.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Is he -- ?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Yeah. Let's go.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
In a minute.
|
|
|
|
She waits and watches.
|
|
|
|
The paramedics, BUD and ANDY, get out of the ambulance and
|
|
inspect the scene.
|
|
|
|
BUD
|
|
It's ol' Really.
|
|
|
|
ANDY
|
|
That's a shame.
|
|
|
|
BUD
|
|
Look here.
|
|
|
|
Bud picks up the note Phil left.
|
|
|
|
Rita steps closer.
|
|
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|
RITA
|
|
May I see that?
|
|
(reading aloud)
|
|
"Every night, by cold bricks glow I
|
|
watch the shadow rising from this
|
|
old man in the snow. At 8:02 we let
|
|
it go."
|
|
|
|
ANDY
|
|
(repeating)
|
|
"At 8:02 we let it go."
|
|
122.
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BUD
|
|
Wow, that's nice.
|
|
|
|
Rita hands him the note and quickly walks away.
|
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|
ANDY
|
|
Suppose he wrote it?
|
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BUD
|
|
(doubtful)
|
|
Are you kidding?
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147 EXT. MAIN STREET - NIGHT 147
|
|
|
|
Rita catches up with Phil outside the Pennsylvanian, the
|
|
town's oldest and best hotel.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Now what?
|
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|
|
PHIL
|
|
Come on. You'll see.
|
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|
|
They enter.
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148 INT. HOTEL LOBBY - CONTINUOUS 148
|
|
|
|
As Phil and Rita enter there is music coming from a side
|
|
room.
|
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|
|
The black velvet announcement board proclaims: KLEISER-
|
|
SCOTT WEDDING.
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149 INT. PARTY ROOM - CONTINUOUS 149
|
|
|
|
Phil and Rita walk into a banquet room decorated with
|
|
streamers, balloons and flowers. There is a long buffet
|
|
table and a punch bowl. Another long table is loaded with
|
|
wedding gifts. A small band is playing.
|
|
|
|
People are dancing. The wedding party is dressed in rented
|
|
tuxedos and appropriately pouffy bridesmaid dresses.
|
|
123.
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RITA
|
|
This is incredible. Who's wedding
|
|
is this?
|
|
|
|
Phil grabs two glasses of champagne and hands one to Rita.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Just some friends. Doris!
|
|
|
|
The bride, DORIS, young and cheery, is on her way to see
|
|
Phil. She is dragging FRED, her groom, with her.
|
|
|
|
DORIS
|
|
Hi, Mr. Connors! Come ON, Freddy.
|
|
|
|
FRED
|
|
Hi.
|
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|
DORIS
|
|
This is the guy I told you about.
|
|
|
|
FRED
|
|
No way!
|
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|
PHIL
|
|
How's it going, Fred?
|
|
|
|
FRED
|
|
Hey, I'd like to thank you for
|
|
making Doris go through with this.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Are you kidding? Don't buy that
|
|
playing hard to get stuff. She's
|
|
crazy about you, you stud.
|
|
|
|
DORIS
|
|
I'm really glad you could come.
|
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|
PHIL
|
|
Congratulations.
|
|
|
|
Phil reaches into his pocket, pulls out two tickets and
|
|
hands them to Doris.
|
|
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|
DORIS
|
|
What is this? Oh, no way! No way!
|
|
Ahhh!
|
|
|
|
Doris throws herself on Fred and jumps up and down. Fred
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grabs the tickets.
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FRED
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124.
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Wrestlemania! No way! No way!
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Doris throws herself on Phil.
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DORIS
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How did you know?
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FRED
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We're like going to be in
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Pittsburgh anyway.
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PHIL
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I don't know. I just thought about
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you two, tried to picture what
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you'd want more than anything in
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the world and it came to me. Bing!
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Wrestlemania.
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FRED
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Thanks, Mr. Connors. You're a real
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pal.
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DORIS
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This is the best!
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Doris gives Phil a kiss. She and Fred move on.
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RITA
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I don't understand. You rush from
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one person to the next in a town
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you only visit once a year, you
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know everything before it happens,
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and you -- I don't know, you seem
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to be Punxsutawney's leading
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citizen.
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The band finishes a set. The guests stop dancing and head
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for the refreshments. Phil and Rita are left alone for the
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moment
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PHIL
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What do you want to know?
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RITA
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Who are you?
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PHIL
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I really don't know.
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RITA
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No, there's something going on with
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you.
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125.
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PHIL
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Okay, I wake up in Punxsutawney on
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February second -- every day. It's
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supernatural. I don't even try to
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explain it anymore. So, I live each
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day as if it's the only day I've
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got.
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Rita stares into his eyes for a very long time, but sees
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only good, true things.
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RITA
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That's pretty amazing.
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PHIL
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You want to know what's really
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amazing? I've been waiting for you
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every day for ten thousand years. I
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dream of you every night of my
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|
life. You've been my constant
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weapon against total despair, and
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just knowing you exist has kept me
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alive. How's that?
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Rita can't even speak. This is clearly the nicest thing
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anybody has ever said to anybody.
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Mary the piano teacher notices Phil.
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MARY
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Phil!
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(to her friend)
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This is the guy.
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PHIL
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Hello, Mary. Rita, this is one of
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Punxsey's finest musicians.
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MARY
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Give me a break. You should talk.
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Why don't you play something?
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PHIL
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No, I --
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MARY
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Please.
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FRED
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Hey, Mr. Connors. Go for it.
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Phil looks at Rita. She nods and shrugs.
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126.
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Phil walks up to the platform and sits at the piano. He
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begins to play a slow, serious, classical piece. Everyone
|
|
falls silent. It's so beautiful, Rita is almost in tears.
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Then, after a pause to let the serious notes sink in, Phil
|
|
transforms the piece into a fast, lively, upbeat jazz romp.
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|
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|
Everyone is delighted, and as the rest of the band kicks
|
|
in, everyone grabs a partner and begins to dance.
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|
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|
An old coot, UNCLE LEO, grabs Rita and the two of them
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|
dance up a storm.
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|
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LEO
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|
That's a great guy you've got
|
|
there. Doctor Connors fixed my
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|
back, you know.
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RITA
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|
Doctor Connors?
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|
Rita looks over at Phil, joyously playing the piano.
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|
CUT TO:
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|
150 EXT. STREET - NIGHT 150
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|
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|
It is snowing lightly. Phil and Rita are walking slowly,
|
|
arm in arm, close. They stop and embrace. Phil looks at
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|
Rita. She looks like an angel.
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|
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|
PHIL
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|
Wait! Don't move!
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|
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|
Phil scoops up some snow and begins packing it down,
|
|
furiously, joyously, then rolling it into a large ball.
|
|
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|
RITA
|
|
Making a snow man? I'll help.
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|
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|
PHIL
|
|
No, stay there. Stand right there.
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|
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|
Phil lifts the now larger chunk of packed snow and sets it
|
|
on a mailbox. Then he looks at her and starts to sculpt it.
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|
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|
DISSOLVE TO:
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|
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|
LATER
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|
127.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Phil is using a stick and the heat of his bare hands to
|
|
model a delicate fold in the snow sculpture. Several
|
|
bystanders look on with interest as Phil stands back from
|
|
his work.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Can I look?
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|
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|
PHIL
|
|
Okay, look.
|
|
|
|
It is an excellent likeness of Rita, the snow white as
|
|
alabaster, pure as marble, a beautiful and delicate homage.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
(overwhelmed)
|
|
Nobody's ever done this for me. Not
|
|
even a drawing. It's beautiful.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
This is how I see you. When it all
|
|
gets too much, I just close my eyes
|
|
and there you are just like this.
|
|
Take it home and keep it in the
|
|
freezer.
|
|
|
|
Rita embraces Phil. They are about to kiss, looking deep
|
|
into each others eyes.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
This one's for the Frog Prince.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
What?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Nothing.
|
|
|
|
They kiss -- a long, deep, soul-stirring kiss.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Will you come with me?
|
|
|
|
Rita nods. They continue standing there, embracing, warming
|
|
each other in the cold night air.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
(looks back at the ice
|
|
sculpture)
|
|
We're just going to leave her?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
128.
|
|
|
|
|
|
It doesn't matter. Really, it
|
|
doesn't.
|
|
|
|
They kiss again.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
CLOSE UP - THE CLOCK
|
|
|
|
The digital clock-radio changes from 5:59 to 6:00. Silence.
|
|
No Sonny and Cher, no deejays -- nothing.
|
|
|
|
Phil sits up in bed. He looks around the room. Things are
|
|
different, messier. Then he sees the covers move. Wide-eyed
|
|
now, he looks over and sees Rita waking up, snuggling deep
|
|
under the covers.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
(disbelieving)
|
|
It's not true. It's not. It can't
|
|
be true. Rita? Rita!
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
(stretching luxuriously)
|
|
Mmmm. Morning.
|
|
|
|
Phil pounces on Rita, showering her with kisses.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
You're here! My god! I can't
|
|
believe you're here!
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Glad to see you, too.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
No! It's happened. Don't you get
|
|
it? It's tomorrow! It's tomorrow!
|
|
It's
|
|
|
|
Phil turns on the radio.
|
|
|
|
DEEJAY
|
|
-- still shoveling put the
|
|
highways, but if you're walking,
|
|
it's a beautiful day.
|
|
|
|
SIDEKICK
|
|
Yeah, the snow kind of cleaned
|
|
everything up --
|
|
|
|
DEEJAY
|
|
-- except your mouth.
|
|
129.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Phil kisses the radio.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
I love those guys.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Are you always this jolly in the
|
|
morning?
|
|
|
|
Phil runs to the window and looks out.
|
|
|
|
HIS POV - THE STREET
|
|
|
|
The street ;is virtually empty, the town just waking up.
|
|
Kids are throwing snowballs.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
No groundhog! Rita! They're all
|
|
gone!
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
You must've had some dream.
|
|
|
|
Phil stops, thinks.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Did I just dream it?
|
|
|
|
Phil opens the door and runs into the hallway wearing only
|
|
pajama bottoms.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Phil? Phil!
|
|
|
|
Rita sits up in bed and waits. Suddenly, from somewhere
|
|
else in the inn comes the sound of Phil at the piano
|
|
expertly playing a difficult classical piece. He stops
|
|
after a few bars.
|
|
|
|
PHIL (O.C.)
|
|
Yeah!!!!
|
|
|
|
Phil runs back into the room.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
It really happened! You're really
|
|
here!
|
|
|
|
He pounces on Rita again.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
You're really actually here.
|
|
130.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
(laughing)
|
|
I'm here, I'm here!
|
|
|
|
They kiss, passionately, hungrily.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Let's go!
|
|
|
|
He scoops her up in his arms.
|
|
|
|
RITA
|
|
Where're we going?
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Anywhere! Everywhere!
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
|
|
151 INT. BREAKFAST ROOM - LATER 151
|
|
|
|
Phil and Rita, dressed now, enter and encounter Mrs.
|
|
Lancaster Phil hugs her.
|
|
|
|
MRS. LANCASTER
|
|
Oh, my!
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Florence! Say hello to Rita. She
|
|
loves me.
|
|
|
|
MRS. LANCASTER
|
|
I'm not surprised.
|
|
|
|
He kisses her on the cheek and rushes out with Rita.
|
|
|
|
|
|
152 EXT. THE STREET - DAY 152
|
|
|
|
Phil and Rita walk down Main Street hand in hand.
|
|
|
|
A MAN
|
|
Phil! Good morning!
|
|
|
|
A LADY
|
|
Mr. Connors. I wanted to thank you.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
That's all right. I --
|
|
|
|
A FLORIST steps out of the flower shop with a bouquet.
|
|
131.
|
|
|
|
|
|
FLORIST
|
|
Phil, here. I want you to have
|
|
these.
|
|
|
|
PHIL
|
|
Thanks, Carl.
|
|
|
|
Phil smells the flowers, and hands the bouquet to Rita.
|
|
|
|
PHIL (V.O.)
|
|
And so began my final lifetime, and
|
|
ended the longest winter on record.
|
|
I would find myself no longer able
|
|
to affect the chain of events in
|
|
this town, but I did learn
|
|
something about time. You can waste
|
|
time, you can kill time, you can do
|
|
time, but if you use it wisely,
|
|
there's never enough of it. So
|
|
you'd better make the most of the
|
|
time you've got.
|
|
|
|
A car skids on the ice and smashes into a tree. Phil and
|
|
Rita rush over to help, but the driver waves that he's
|
|
okay. Rita and Phil continue their walk.
|
|
|
|
PHIL (V.O.)
|
|
Larry never got through the
|
|
blizzard, so none of my groundhog
|
|
reports ever made it on the air.
|
|
But Rita and I -- we lived happily
|
|
ever after.
|
|
|
|
Phil and Rita walk off together.
|
|
|
|
Across the street, Larry is trying to get rid of Ned
|
|
Ryerson who is doggedly trying to sell him insurance.
|
|
|
|
NED
|
|
But Phil told me you were his
|
|
accountant!
|
|
|
|
LARRY
|
|
Look, I told you! He's nuts!
|
|
|
|
Larry keeps trying to walk away, but Ned won't leave him
|
|
alone.
|
|
|
|
NED
|
|
Let me just tell you about single
|
|
premium life- -
|
|
132.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Finally, Larry slugs Ned and storms off, leaving Ned
|
|
floundering in a snowbank.
|
|
|
|
Phil and Rita walk on as we pull up and away from Main
|
|
Street revealing the whole of Punxsutawney and the snowy
|
|
countryside that embraces it.
|
|
|
|
THE END
|
|
|