Harold and Maude
1 INT. THE CHASEN'S DEN - DAY
The CAMERA is at floor level. A young man enters but we
see only his shoes and the cuffs of his pants. We TRACK
with him as he walks across the room and stops at a record
player. Pause. We HEAR a record drop and begin playing
a light classical melody. The SUPERIMPOSED TITLES BEGIN.
After a moment the feet move off and we TRACK with them,
past a low table, and around a couch to the window curtains.
The feet pause there for a moment. A piece of heavy
window cord drops INTO FRAME. We FOLLOW as it is dragged
along to the low table. Then the feet move over to a large
ornate desk. The cord is pulled up OUT OF FRAME. Pause.
The feet walk over to a chair by the wall. It is picked
up, carried to the center of the room, and carefully
placed. Pause. The feet get up onto the chair and the
CAMERA RISES to their level. They shuffle about for a
moment. At an appropriate musical break the CREDITS STOP.
Suddenly the feet knock over the chair and drop into
space. They kick about for a bit, then go slack and still.
The FINAL CREDITS are SUPERED OVER the suspended appendages
while the music comes to a lilting conclusion. As we HEAR
the record player turn itself off, the CAMERA BEGINS a
half circle tour around the hanging feet and stops at the
heels. Pause. Outside we HEAR a woman's footsteps
approaching and we change focus as the door to the den
opens. Through the blurred hanging feet we see a tall,
middle-aged, fashionably dressed woman enter and we PAN
with her as she walks to the desk. This is MRS. CHASEN.
She seems rather tired and preoccupied as she begins to
remove her long white gloves. Slowly the CAMERA BEGINS a
vertical rise up the side of the hanging corpse until we
are watching Mrs. Chasen over his left shoulder. The rope
and his stretched neck frame the right side of the SCREEN.
We hold. Mrs. Chasen puts down her gloves and looks up.
(NOTE: THE ABOVE IS ALL ONE CONTINUOUS SHOT.)
2 INT. DEN - DAY
CLOSEUP of Mrs. Chasen as she first sees the body. She is
3 INT. DEN - MRS. CHASEN'S POV - DAY
A long shot of the room where HAROLD, a young man of about
twenty, hangs suspended from the ceiling with the curtain
rope tied about his grotesquely broken neck.
4 INT. DEN - MEDIUM SHOT - MRS. CHASEN - DAY
She stares at the body for several beats and then with
weary exasperation sits down at the desk and dials the
telephone. As she waits for an answer, she looks up at the
I suppose you think this is very
5 CLOSEUP HAROLD
The rope chokes his throat; his eyes bulge; his tongue
6 MED. SHOT - MRS. CHASEN
Her party answers and she speaks into the phone.
Hello. Fay, darling. Be a dear
and cancel my appointment with
Rene this afternoon. Yes, I know
he'll be furious, but I've had
the most trying day, and with
guests coming this evening...
Would you? Oh, that's sweet.
Tell him I promise to be in
Tuesday... for a rinse. Thank
you, Fay. You're a darling. Yes.
She replaces the receiver, stands up, takes her purse and
gloves, and leaves the room, saying:
Dinner at eight, Harold...
At the door she stops and turns.
... And try to be a little more
7 CLOSEUP HAROLD
Quick cut of his ashen face as we HEAR the door close.
8 INT. DINING ROOM - NIGHT
Mrs. Chasen is seated at the head of the table entertaining
eight to ten guests.
They are all in evening clothes and are laughing as Mrs.
Chasen in a dress of white ostrich feathers continues a
Needless to say, the first time it
happened I was absolutely abashed.
I was so shook I needed three
tranquilizers to calm me down.
Well, you can imagine. Suicide
notes all over the house - "Goodbye,"
"Farewell," "Arrivederci." Other
children pretend to run away from
home, but Harold - he's so dramatic.
Everyone laughs. The CAMERA BEGINS PULLING BACK and
PANNING past the guests till we come to Harold sitting
morosely at the other end of the table. He listlessly toys
with his food as his mother continues.
Of course, Harold's father had a
similar sense of the absurd. I
remember once in Paris he stepped
out for cigarettes and the next I
hear he's arrested for floating
nude down the Seine - experimenting
in river currents with a pair of
yellow rubber water wings. Well,
that cost quite a little bit of
"enfluence" and "d'argent" to
hush up, I can tell you. Harold,
dear, stop playing with your food.
Don't you feel well?
(looks up and
I have a sore throat.
Well, I want you to go to bed
directly after dinner. You know
how susceptible you are to colds.
Harold has always been a delicate
child. Even as a baby he seemed
to be abnormally prone to illness
- Harold, dear, eat up your beets...
9 CLOSEUP - HAROLD
He begins eating as his mother goes on.
MRS. CHASEN (o.s.)
I remember when we were in Tokyo
I had to call my brother Victor
at the embassy for a doctor. He
was serving there as Army attaché...
10 INT. MRS. CHASEN'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Mrs. Chasen sitting before her vanity table, humming to
herself as she readies herself for bed. She wears a night-
gown, a cover for her hair, and she has just finished
putting on several different face creams. She gets up,
walks over to the bathroom, and opens the door. Blood is
everywhere -- on the walls, the floor, the mirror - and in
the tub is Harold, his throat slit and his wrists dripping
blood onto the razor on the tile floor. The effect is one
of instant shock. Mrs. Chasen screams and backs up in
horror. Sobbing hysterically, she clutches her robe about
her and rushes from the room crying.
Oh! No! Oh! No! I can't stand
it. My God! This is too much.
This is too much to bear!...
The CAMERA WATCHES Mrs. Chasen run off and then swings back
to Harold in the tub.
11 CLOSEUP - HAROLD
We hold on his wretched face as his mother's hysterical
cries are heard in the background. Harold moves his head
and listens. He breaks into a sly, satisfied grin.
12 INT. PSYCHIATRIST'S OFFICE - DAY
Harold is lying on a couch, perfectly relaxed. The
PSYCHIATRIST, less so, is seated by him.
Tell me, Harold, how many of
these, eh, suicides have you
An accurate number would be
difficult to gauge.
And why is that?
Well, some worked out better than
others - some had to be abandoned
in the planning stages - do you
include the first time? - then
there's the question of maiming...
Just give me a rough estimate.
Well, a rough estimate... I'd say
A rough estimate.
And were they all done for your
I wouldn't say "benefit."
No, I suppose not. How do you
feel about your mother?
13 INSERT - STOCK
A giant steel ball on a demolition crane crashes into a
brick wall collapsing it with much noise and dust.
14 EXT. THE CHASEN POOLSIDE - DAY
Mrs. Chasen decked out in a fashionable black bikini, crazy
glasses, and an enormous sun hat, walks down the garden
steps to the pool. Over this and the end of the above we
HEAR her voice.
MRS. CHASEN (v.o.)
Hello, Fay, darling. Be an
absolute dear and cancel my
appointment with Rene this afternoon.
Oh, I know, but Wednesday morning
would be so much more convenient.
Oh, you are an angel. Yes. Yes.
Mrs. Chasen has now reached the poolside. As she walks
around it we PAN with her and discover Harold, fully
clothed, floating face downward on the still surface. Mrs.
Chasen does not see him and walks into the pool house.
15 INT. POOL HOUSE - DAY
Mrs. Chasen walks down the steps of the pool house and over
to the bar. Behind the bar is an underwater viewing
window into the pool. She stops and looks up through the
16 MRS. CHASEN'S POV
Through the window we see Harold, drowned and bug-eyed,
floating on the surface.
17 MED. SHOT - MRS. CHASEN
Mrs. Chasen sighs, yanks a cord, and the venetian blinds
come noisily down cutting off Harold from view.
18 INT. PSYCHIATRIST'S OFFICE - DAY
Harold is lying on the couch.
I don't think I'm getting through
to Mother like I used to.
Does that worry you?
Yes. It does.
I put a lot of effort into these
And a lot of time.
I'm sure. But what else do you
do with your time? Do you go to
What about the draft?
My mother spoke to my Uncle Victor.
He's in the Army and he fixed it up.
Oh. Well, how do you spend your
You mean when I'm not working on a...
Yes. What kind of things do you do?
19 EXT. AUTOMOBILE JUNKYARD - DAY
Cranes, auto smashers, bulldozers, and mountains of rusting
cars and other junk. Very noisy and very fast cut. A
little essay on destructive machinery at work with Harold
looking on in rapture.
20 INT. PSYCHIATRIST'S OFFICE - DAY
I see. Junkyards. What is the
I don't know.
Is it the machines? The noise?
No. It's the junk. I like to
look at junk.
What else do you like?
21 INSERT - STOCK
A giant steel ball crashes into a building. We watch it
fall noisily into dust and rubble.
22 INT. PSYCHIATRIST'S OFFICE - DAY
That's very interesting, Harold,
and I think very illuminative.
There seems to be a definite pattern
(taking copious notes)
Your fondness for useless machines
and demolitions seems indicative
of your present emotional state,
your self-destructive urges and
your alienation from the regular
social interaction. What do you
think? And of course this pattern
once isolated can be coped with.
Recognize the problem and you are
half way on the road to its
solution. But tell me, what do
you do for fun? What activity
gives you a different sense of
enjoyment than the others? What
do you find fulfilling? What
gives you that certain satisfaction?
I go to funerals.
23 EXT. CEMETERY - LONG SHOT - DAY
showing a small group of mourners around a grave. A nearby
bench by a tree is empty. The coffin is slowly being
lowered into the ground.
24 EXT. CEMETERY - DAY
CLOSER SHOTS of the mourners sobbing and the priest pray-
ing. We come to Harold who has a look of gentle fascina-
tion. The service is concluding. Harold looks up across
the grave. A hundred yards away on the cemetery bench
sits an old woman eating a tangerine. This is MAUDE.
Harold stares at her. She seems to be having some kind of
happy picnic. She looks over towards him. He quickly
returns his attention to the burial.
25 EXT. CHASEN HOME - DAY
Mrs. Chasen opens the front door and is saying farewell to
two lady friends, the same kind of chic sophisticates as
she is. Just then a hearse pulls into the driveway,
passes them, and parks by the garage. The two women are
somewhat stunned. Harold gets out of the hearse and goes
into the backyard. The two women look to Mrs. Chasen for
some explanation. Mrs. Chasen smiles lamely.
26 INT. CHASEN'S DEN - DAY
Mrs. Chasen is addressing a seated and mute Harold.
Why you purchased that monstrous
thing is totally beyond me. You
can have any car you want - a Porsche,
a Jaguar, a nice little MG roadster
- but that ugly, black horror is an
eyesore and an embarrassment.
Really, Harold, you are no longer
a child. It's time for you to
settle down and stop flitting away
your talents on these amateur
theatrics - your little
"divertissements" - no matter how
psychologically purging they may
be. I don't know what to do.
27 INSERT - CLOSEUP OF UNCLE VICTOR - LEFT PROFILE
I'd put him in the Army, Helen.
28 INT. CHASEN'S DEN - DAY
Mrs. Chasen continues.
Go have a talk with your Uncle
Victor. Perhaps he can fathom you.
After all, he was General Bradley's
right hand man.
29 INT. VICTOR'S OFFICE - DAY
UNCLE VICTOR, a bluff, hearty, totally military man, is a
one star general with an amputated right arm. Harold sits
Harold, your mother has briefed me
on your situation and there is no
doubt in my mind of the requisite
necessary action. If it was up to
me I'd process your file and ship
you off to boot camp tomorrow.
Your mother, however, is adamant.
She does not want you in the Army
and insists on my holding on to
your draft records. But what do
you say, Harold?
(he begins a
It's a great life. Action! Adventure!
Advising. See war - firsthand! Plenty
of slant-eyed girls. It will make a
man out of you, Harold. You'll travel
the world. Put on the uniform and
take on a man's job. Walk tall! -
with a glint in your eye, a spring
in your step, and the knowledge in
your heart that you are -
(he gestures to a
poster of bullet-
- working for peace, and - are
serving your country.
He stops before a poster of Nathan Hale with a noose about
Like Nathan Hale. That's what this
country needs - more Nathan Hales.
He pulls his lanyard, activating some weird mechanism which
snaps up his empty sleeve into a natty salute. A pause.
The sleeve smartly refolds and he turns to Harold.
And, Harold, I think I can see a
little Nathan Hale in you.
30 INT. CHASEN'S DEN - DAY
Mrs. Chasen is going out, but she comes in to talk to Harold.
I only have a few minutes, Harold,
but I do want to inform you of my
decision. There is no doubt that
it is time for you to settle down
and begin thinking about your
future. You have led a very
carefree, idle, happy life up to
the present - the life of a child.
But it is time now to put away
childish things and take on adult
responsibilities. We would all
like to sail through life with
no thought of tomorrow. But that
cannot be. We have our duty. Our
obligations. Our principles. In
short, Harold, I think it is time
you got married.
31 INT. CHURCH - DAY
PAN DOWN from the stained glass window of a church. The
organ is playing softly. The PRIEST, a silver haired man
rapidly approaching dotage, is in the pulpit.
And so dear brethren, let us pray
to the Lord, King of Glory, that
He may bless and deliver all souls
of the faithful departed from the
pains of hell and the bottomless
pit, deliver them from the lion's
mouth and the darkness therein,
but rather bring them to the bliss
of heaven, the holy light, and
During the above we PULL BACK to reveal an open coffin and
a church spreckled with a few mourners in black. Con-
spicuous in an empty pew is Harold.
The priest goes to the altar and mumbles the dull ritual.
The small congregation responds. Harold sits quietly
enjoying it all.
Harold, startled, looks over to his left.
32 HAROLD'S POV
A pixiesque old woman, somewhat eccentrically dressed, is
smiling at him. It is Maude again.
33 CLOSEUP HAROLD
Frowning slightly, Harold turns back front.
Harold looks back.
34 HAROLD'S POV
Maude gives him a coquettish wink.
35 CLOSEUP HAROLD
Harold is slightly shocked. He returns his attention to
36 MED. SHOT - PRIEST
The priest moans on.
37 MED. SHOT - HAROLD
Harold sits attentively.
Harold, startled, looks over his right shoulder and sees
Maude kneeling in the pew behind him. She speaks with a
slight British/European accent.
Like some licorice?
She offers some.
Eh, no. Thank you.
Did you know him?
Me neither. I heard he was eighty
years old. I'll be eighty next
week. A good time to move on,
don't you think?
I don't know.
I mean, seventy-five is too early,
but at eighty-five, well, you're
just marking time and you may as
well look over the horizon.
38 MED. SHOT - ALTAR
The priest finishes the prayers and exits. The casket is
closed and the pallbearers take it out the side door. The
few mourners follow.
Maude is now sitting next to Harold.
I'll never understand this mania
for black. I mean no one sends
black flowers, do they? Black
flowers are dead flowers and who
would send black flowers to a
funeral? It's change!
Her eye catches a dour portrait of the Blessed Virgin and
Child on a pillar. With one swoop she takes a felt pen
from Harold's breast pocket and draws on the painting a
bright and cheery smile.
Harold is stunned.
There, that's better. They never
give the poor thing a chance to
laugh. Heaven knows she has a lot
to be happy about. In fact...
(she looks thought-
fully around the
- they all have a lot to be happy
about. Excuse me.
The faces of four somber statue saints.
An unhappy saint is a contradiction
41 INT. AT THE CHURCH DOOR
An anxious Harold stands while Maude puts the top back on
his pen. Maude smiles and gestures at a crucifix.
And why do they keep on about
that? You'd think no one ever
read the end of the story.
She exits grandly with Harold's pen. Harold follows.
FOUR QUICK CUTS of the saints' faces. They all have
delightfully ridiculous smiles drawn on their faces.
43 CLOSEUP - PRIEST
In the same rhythm we have a FIFTH CUT - the returning
priest who is dropped dead by what he sees.
44 EXT. CHURCH STEPS - DAY
It's a question of emphasis, you
might say. Accentuate the positive,
so to speak.
Eh, could I have my pen back now,
Oh, of course. What is your name?
How do you do? I am Dame Marjorie
Chardin, but you may call me Maude.
Nice to meet you.
Oh, thank you. I think we shall
be great friends, don't you?
Maude takes a great ring of keys from her purse, selects
one of them, and opens the door of the car at the curb.
Can I drop you anywhere, Harold?
No, thank you. I have my car.
Well then, I must be off.
(she gets in)
We shall have to meet again.
She revs up the motor and looks over at Harold.
Do you dance?
Do you sing and dance?
I thought not.
With a great screech of burning rubber Maude drives down
the street just as the priest comes up to Harold. They
both watch her squeal around the corner.
That woman... She took my car.
45 INT. CHASEN DEN - DAY
Harold is sitting in a chair. His mother enters and sits
down at the desk.
I have here, Harold, the forms sent
out by the National Computer Dating
Service. It seems to me that as
you do not get along with the
daughters of my friends this is the
best way for you to find a
Harold starts to say something.
Please, Harold, we have a lot to
do and I have to be at the
hairdresser's at three.
(she looks over
The Computer Dating Service
offers you at least three dates
on the initial investment. They
screen out the fat and ugly so
it is obviously a firm of high
standards. I'm sure they can
find you at least one girl who
is compatible. Now first, here
is the personality interview which
you are to fill out and return.
There are fifty questions with
five possible responses to check...
"A - Absolutely Yes, B - Yes,
C - Not sure, D - No, E -
Absolutely No." Are you ready,
The first question is "Are you
uncomfortable meeting new people?"
Well, I think that's a "yes."
Don't you agree, Harold? Even an
"Absolutely yes." We'll put down
"A" on that. Now, number two.
"Do you believe it is acceptable
for women to initiate dates with
men?" Well, absolutely. Mark "A"
on that. "Three - Should sex
education be taught outside the
home?" I would say no, wouldn't
you, Harold? Give a "D" there.
Mrs. Chasen continues filling out Harold's questionnaire
without hardly ever even looking over for his reaction.
He sits there, watching.
"Four - Do you often invite friends
to your home?" Now, you never do,
Harold. Absolutely no. "Five -
Do you enjoy participating in clubs
and social organizations?" You
don't, do you? Absolutely no.
"Six - Do you enjoy spending a lot
of time by yourself?" Absolutely
yes. Mark "A." "Seven - Should
women run for President of the
United States?" I don't see why
not. Absolutely yes. "Eight -
Do you have ups and downs without
obvious reason?" You do, don't
you, Harold? Absolutely yes.
"Nine - Do you remember jokes and
take pleasure in relating them to
others?" You don't, do you, Harold?
Absolutely no. "Ten - Do you
often get the feeling that perhaps
life isn't worth living?" Hmm.
What do you think, Harold?
Harold looks blankly back at his mother.
"A"? "B"? We'll put down "C" -
"Not sure." "Eleven - Is the
subject of sex being over-exploited
by our mass media?" That would
have to be "Yes," wouldn't it?
"Twelve - Do you think judges favor
some lawyers?" Yes, I suppose they
do. "Thirteen - ....
Harold sits passively in his chair. Slowly he draws a
revolver from his pocket. As his mother rattles on he very
deliberately loads the bullets one by one into the chamber.
... Is it difficult for you to
accept criticism?" Nooo. We'll
mark "D." "Fourteen - Do you
sometimes have headaches or back
aches after a difficult day?" Yes,
I do indeed. "Fifteen - Do you go
to sleep easily?" I'd say so.
"Sixteen - Do you believe in capital
punishment for murder?" Oh, yes.
"Seventeen - Do you believe churches
have a strong influence to upgrade
the general morality?" - yes, again.
"Eighteen - In your opinion are
social affairs usually a waste of
time?" Heavens, no! "Nineteen -
Can God influence our lives?" Yes.
Absolutely yes. "Twenty - Have you
ever crossed the street to avoid
meeting someone?" Well, I'm sure
you have, haven't you, Harold?
"Twenty-one - Would you prefer to
be with a group of people rather
than alone?" That's you, Harold.
"Twenty-two - Is it acceptable for
a schoolteacher to smoke or drink
in public?" Well, with reservation.
Mark "B." "Twenty-three..."
Having finished loading the gun, Harold cocks it and,
looking at his mother, slowly lifts it up.
... Does your personal religion
or philosophy include a life after
death?" Oh, yes, indeed. That's
"Absolutely." "Twenty-four - Did
you enjoy life when you were a
child?" Oh, yes. You were a
wonderful baby, Harold. "Twenty-
The gun is pointing at his mother. Slowly Harold turns it
till it is pointing directly into his face. He pulls the
trigger. A burst of blood and a loud EXPLOSION.
He and the chair are blown over backward OUT OF FRAME.
SOUNDS of crashing furniture and breaking china. Mrs.
Chasen remains impervious to it all.
... "Do you think the sexual
revolution has gone too far?" It
certainly seems to have. "Twenty-
The last crash - a tottering lamp falls. Mrs. Chasen looks
"Should evolution be taught in our
46 EXT. GRAVEYARD DRIVE - DAY
A long line of black limousines follow a hearse in a funeral
procession. At the tag of the line is another hearse --
47 EXT. AT THE GRAVESITE - DAY
PAN around the sorrowing faces. STOP at Harold. CONTINUE
past him 180 degrees and STOP at Maude. She is directly
across the open grave from Harold. She tries to get his
Harold looks up. Maude gives him a friendly wink, and a
kind of "How do you do?" smile. Harold is horrified. The
priest looks up from his praying. It is the same priest
as before. He looks over at Maude. Maude suddenly over-
come by sorrow backs away from the people.
48 EXT. GRAVEYARD - DAY
Harold is walking by the road. The funeral in the back-
ground is over but we see the priest coming toward him.
Eh, my boy. A moment, please.
Who was that old lady waving to
Just then Maude drives up in Harold's hearse. She stops.
Hello, Harold. Can I give you a
Harold is surprised. He goes over to the hearse.
Ah! There you are, madam. Were
not you the lady who drove my car
Was that the one with the St.
Christopher medal on the dashboard?
Then I suppose it was me. Get in,
Harold decides not to argue. He gets in.
Were you also the one who painted
Oh, yes. How did you like that?
Well, I didn't.
Oh, don't be too discouraged.
For aesthetic appreciation -
always a little time.
Maude waves and drives off with her usual screeching start.
49 INT. HAROLD'S HEARSE - DAY
Harold is sitting in the front seat, wanting to say some-
thing but also trying to hold on. Maude drives like a
racing car driver, fast and risky, but with complete self-
What a delight it is, Harold, to
bump into you again. I knew we
were going to be good friends the
moment I saw you. You go to
funerals often, don't you?
Harold is more intent on Maude's maneuvering of his car
than on conversation.
Oh, so do I. They're such fun,
aren't they? It's all change.
All revolving. Burials and births.
The end to the beginning and the
beginning to the end -
(she makes a screeching left-
- the great circle of life. My,
this old thing handles well. Ever
drive a hearse, Harold?
Well, it's a new experience for me.
(she makes a screech-
ing right-hand turn)
Good on curves. Shall I take you
(managing to speak)
But this is my car.
50 EXT. ROADSIDE - LONG SHOT - DAY
of the car coming to a screeching halt.
51 INT. CAR - DAY
Then you shall take me home.
52 INT. CAR - DAY
SAME ANGLE as 49 but this time Harold is driving and Maude
sits beside him.
And so just before he left for the
monastery in Tibet, Big Sweeney
gave me his keys.
She is showing Harold her ring of car keys.
Of course, I've had to make some
additions for the new models, but
not as many as you might think.
Once you have your basic set it's
then only a question of variation.
And you get into any car you want
and just drive off?
Not any car. I like to keep a
variety. I'm always looking for
the new experience, like this one.
I liked it.
Thank you. But when you take these
cars don't you think you are
wronging the owners?
What owners, Harold? We don't
own anything. It's a transitory
world. We come on the earth with
nothing, and we go out with nothing,
so isn't "ownership" a little
Still, I think you'd upset
people and I'm not sure that's
Well, if some people are upset
because they feel they have a hold
on some things, then I'm merely
acting as a gentle reminder - I'm
sort of breaking it easy -- Here
today, gone tomorrow, so don't get
attached to things. Now, with that
in mind, I'm not against collecting
53 INT. MAUDE'S APARTMENT - DAY
Maude and Harold enter.
... I've collected quite a lot of
stuff in my time.
We see Maude's main room filled with all kinds of eccentric
memorabilia, from a mounted swordfish to an ivory Buddha.
It is dominated by a large canopied bed like something from
a Wagnerian opera. Other features are a large fireplace,
a baby grand piano, expensive paintings on the walls, a
tall wooden sculpture, and a Japanese type eating area with
It's all memorabilia, but incidental
and not integral, if you know what
(looks around amazed)
It's very interesting.
Oh, look! The birds.
She goes to the window and works a unique pulley device that
delivers seed to the bird table in the back yard.
This is my daily ritual. I love
them so much. The only wild life
I see anymore. Free as a bird!
You know, at one time I used to
break into pet shops and liberate
the canaries, but I gave it up
as an idea before its time. The
zoos are full and the prisons
My, my. How the world so dearly
loves a cage.
(she looks out
And there's Madame Arouet,
cultivating her garden.
She waves at the black dressed old woman diligently hoeing
vegetables in the backyard. The old woman does not
She's very sweet, but so old-
fashioned. Please sit down, Harold.
I'll put on the kettle and we'll
have a nice hot cup of tea.
Thank you, but I really have to
But it's oat straw tea. You've
never had oat straw tea, have you?
The argument is over.
Thank you, but it's an appointment.
I really shouldn't miss it.
Oh, at the dentist's?
Well, then, you must come back
My door is always open.
He turns at the door and half smiles.
54 INT. PSYCHIATRIST'S OFFICE - DAY
Harold is on the couch. The psychiatrist sits behind him.
Harold is day dreaming.
You don't seem to be listening.
I asked do you have any friends?
None at all?
Well, maybe one.
Would you care to talk about
Is this a friend you had when
you were away at school?
(he tries a new
Were you happy at school, Harold?
You liked your teachers?
Then why did you leave?
I burnt down the Chemistry building.
The psychiatrist gets up and rather anxiously paces about.
We are not relating today, Harold.
I sense a definite resistance.
A lack of true and helpful
communication. I find you a very
interesting case, Harold, but
this reluctance of yours is
detrimental to the psycho-analytical
process, and can only hinder the
possibility of effective treatment.
Do you understand?
Now your mother tells me she is
arranging several dates for you
with some young ladies. How do
you feel about that?
55 STOCK INSERT
A giant steel ball crashes into a brick wall, demolishing
56 INT. PSYCHIATRIST'S OFFICE - DAY
I see. Tell me, Harold, do you
remember your father at all?
I'd have liked to.
I'd have liked to talk to him.
What would you say?
I'd show him my hearse. And my
room, and stuff.
What kind of stuff?
59 INT. HAROLD'S ROOM - NIGHT
All the lights are on showing a room cluttered with books,
guns and swords on the walls, small bits of odd machinery,
a chemistry workbench, a school pennant, some trophies,
some models, a chess set, etc.
Oh, all my things - incidental but
not integral, if you know what I
We PAN over individual items - the chemistry set, pool
floats, a small oxygen cylinder, the rope and body harness
he used to hang himself in the first scene, a large bottle
of Max Factor blood, a portrait of Lon Chaney as "The
Phantom of the Opera."
We come to a silver serving dish with a large silver cover
over it. A hand comes into frame and removes the cover.
On the dish is Harold's severed head. The hands pick up
the head. We TILT UP and see it is Harold. He takes the
dummy head over to his dresser, combs the hair and picks
off the latex blood, and then takes it to the center of the
room, where a headless dummy sits in a chair. Harold screws
the head onto the dummy. It doesn't fit very well. He
fiddles with it a moment but he is not satisfied. He goes
to his closet and looks into a box of tools and things.
He takes a meat cleaver out but he is still looking for
something else. There is a knock on the door and Mrs.
Chasen in evening clothes enters. Harold turns to come out
of the closet but he hears his mother addressing the dummy.
Now listen, Harold, I have here the
three girls sent out by the Computer
She shuffles through three IBM cards in her hand.
I've phoned them up and invited
each of them to have lunch with
us before you take them out. The
first one is coming tomorrow at
one. Luncheon at two.
Harold stands with the meat cleaver in his hand behind the
closet door. He listens blankly.
(still talking to
Now I want you to act like a
gentleman and make this girl
feel at home.
Well, I'm off to the ballet with
the Fergusons. I only hope they
can maneuver round that great black
thing in the driveway.
You look a little pale, Harold.
(she opens the door)
You get a good night's sleep. After
all you want to look your best for
Harold hears the door shut. He ponders his fate for a
moment. He leans around the door and looks at the dummy.
He thinks. He gives it up. He goes back in the closet
to find whatever he was looking for.
60 INT. CHASEN'S FRONT LOBBY - DAY
Mrs. Chasen opens the front door, revealing a cute, blond,
typical American co-ed. This is CANDY GULF.
Hello, I'm Candy Gulf.
How do you do. I'm Mrs. Chasen.
Candy comes in and Mrs. Chasen closes the door.
Harold is out in the garden.
He'll be in in a moment. Let's
go into the den.
61 INT. CHASEN'S DEN - DAY
Candy and Mrs. Chasen enter.
You are at the University, Candy?
Yes, I am.
And what are you studying?
Poli. Sci. With a home ec minor.
Eh, Poli Sci?
Political Science. It's all about
what's going on.
They walk to the window.
Oh, there's Harold now.
Candy and Mrs. Chasen look out the French window. They
wave. Harold waves back and leaves. Candy and Mrs. Chasen
sit down. Candy faces the window; Mrs. Chasen has her
back to it.
He seems very nice. Is Harold
interested in, eh, what's going
on? I think it's such a super
thing to study. And then, of
course, I can always fall back
on home ec.
Yes, that's good planning. Tell
me, are you a regular, Candy, in
this computer club?
We see out the window that Harold has come back. He carries
a large can marked Kerosene. Candy sees him but returns
her attention to answering Mrs. Chasen.
Heavens no. I don't have to
worry about dates. You see,
the other girls in my sorority,
well, we decided that somebody
should try it, so we drew
straws and I lost.
But I am looking forward to
She looks beyond Mrs. Chasen, out the window. She is a
little nonplussed. Harold is pouring the kerosene all over
I think I should mention, Candy,
that Harold does have his eccentric
(never let it be
said that she
isn't a good sport)
Oh, yes? Well, that's all right.
I've got a brother who's a real
cut-up, too. I'll never forget the
time we had this old TV set with
no parts in it. Well, Tommy stuck
his head behind it and started
giving a newscast before the whole
family. We were all hysterical.
And here's little Tommy pretending
to be Walter Cronkite.
She looks back at Harold out the window. He is ablaze.
Her mouth falls open.
Yes. I'm sure it must have been
Candy jumps up, pointing out the window behind Mrs. Chasen.
Har -- Haro -- Haroldddd!!!
Mrs. Chasen rises, slightly disturbed but used to odd
Yes, dear. Here is Harold now.
Harold enters from the side door.
Candy, this is Harold.
Candy is momentarily stunned. Harold nods his greetings.
Candy was just telling a funny
story about Walter Cronkite.
Candy begins hysterical babbling and collapses.
62 INT. MAUDE'S APARTMENT - DAY
The front door opens slowly and Harold enters.
Maude. Maude. Anybody home?
He gets no answer and steps into the room. He looks over
the fireplace, where a furled umbrella is hung up like a
rifle. Nearby he sees a glass cabinet full of sea shells
and glass work. He walks over to a large table and is
puzzled by the odd-shaped, machine-like boxes on top. He
looks over at the wood sculpture, a highly polished work
with very smooth curves and holes. Instinctively he puts
out his hand to touch it, but decides he shouldn't. He
walks over to the piano and examines the silver frames
standing on it. They have no photographs in them and this
interests him. He goes to the window. Over his shoulder
we see MADAME AROUET hoeing in her vegetable patch.
63 EXT. THE BACK YARD - DAY
A MEDIUM SHOT of Madame Arouet. She is dressed in the
black peasant's dress of Southern France. She is thin and
wrinkled and wears a large straw sun hat. She is con-
tinually working. Harold comes up to her.
Excuse me, have you seen Maude?
Madame Arouet looks up. She doesn't comprehend.
Maude. Do you know where she is?
Still no understanding.
She points to the building next door.
Oh, thank you. Thank you very
He goes off toward the building. Madame Arouet continues
64 CLOSEUP - MADAME AROUET
She looks up from her work and watches Harold. There is a
strange sadness in her old weathered face - time lost,
pleasures past over, the resignation to a lifetime of work.
She turns back to her garden.
65 INT. GLAUCUS'S STUDIO - DAY
Harold comes through the door, sees where he is at, and
Oh. Excuse me.
66 HAROLD'S POV - AN ARTIST'S STUDIO
The first thing we notice is the large block of ice in the
center of the room - seven to eight feet tall - and
through it, as if looking through the glass on a shower
door, we can see a naked female body posing as Venus. The
sculptor, GLAUCUS, a frail, little, white-haired old man,
dressed in winter clothing, turns from the ice with a
chisel and hammer in his gloved hand.
What do you want?
I'm sorry. I was looking for
The nude figure behind the ice moves and we see her head
over the top. It is Maude.
67 INT. MAUDE'S APARTMENT - DAY
Harold sits in a chair, brooding. Maude is in her kitchen
How about some ginger pie?
I'll heat some up. My, it's nice
to see you again, Harold. How's
Oh, it's fine. Fine.
She seemed yare to me.
Maude lays out the table. Harold gets up. He has some-
thing on his mind.
Do you often model for Glaucus?
Heavens no! I don't have the time.
But I like to keep in practice
and poor Glaucus occasionally needs
his memory refreshed as to the
contours of the female form.
Do you disapprove?
Me! No. Of course not.
Really. Do you think it's wrong?
and reports his
Oh, I'm so happy you said that
because I wanted to show you my
paintings. This is the "Rape of
Rome" and, of course, there in
the corner is quite a graphic
depiction of Leda and the Swan.
Harold looks at the corner of the painting and then back at
(she walks on)
But over here is my favorite. It's
titled "Rainbow with Egg Underneath
and an Elephant." Do you like it?
Yes. Very much.
It was my last. I then became
infatuated with these -- my
She points to the odd-shaped boxes with the tubes and
handles attached to them.
Give the nose a treat, I thought.
Have a kind of olfactory banquet!
So I began first on the easiest -
roast beef, old books, mown grass,
then I went on to these -
(she reads the
labels on the
"An Evening at Maxim's." "Mexican
Farmyard." Here's one you'd like.
"Snowfall on 42nd Street." Put
She helps him put on the oxygen-type mask.
Now I'll pump it up...
(she does so)
... and you just turn the handles.
Okay. What do you smell?
Subways... Perfume... Cigarette...
... Cologne... Carpet... Chestnuts!
It goes on and on.
That's really great.
He takes it off.
Thank you. I thought of continuing
- graduating to the abstract and
free-smelling - but then I decided
to switch to the tactile.
She gestures at the wood sculpture.
What do you think?
Oh. Eh, I like it.
No, you have to touch it.
You have to run your hands over it,
get close to it, really reach
out and feel. You try it.
Harold tries. He gingerly moves his hand over a rather
That's right. How's the sensation?
A low RISING WHISTLE is heard.
Oh, that's the kettle.
(she goes to
Go ahead, Harold. Stroke, palm,
Harold watches Maude leave the room. He hears her invita-
tion and looks at the sculpture. A battle is going on
inside him. ("Go ahead touch it! - Better not!") Maude
begins humming in the kitchen. She won't be out for a while.
Harold begins moving his hand over the polished wood. His
face is expressionless, but he moves his body closer and
his hand becomes more daring. He brings his other hand
onto the sculpture. He is enjoying the sensations. He
looks at the large hole before him. His hand moves around
it. ("Go ahead - Better not!") His eyes scan the room.
Suddenly he sticks his head in the hole, pulls it out,
steps back quickly, and looks over to the kitchen. Maude
is still out there humming. Harold relaxes, straightens
his suit, looks at the sculpture, and braves a short smile.
Maude enters with the tea.
Here we are, Harold. Oat straw
tea and ginger pie.
Certainly a new experience for me.
Wonderful! Try something new each
day. After all, we're given life
to find it out. It doesn't last
They sit down at the table.
You look as if you could.
Me. Ha! Did I tell you I'll be
eighty on Saturday?
You don't look eighty.
That's the influence of the right
food, the right exercise, and the right
Greet the dawn with the Breath of
leaves her a
Of course, there's no doubt the
body is giving out. I'm well into
autumn. I'll have to be giving
it all up after Saturday. Sweeten
the tea with honey, Harold. It's
That's a nice teapot.
Sterling silver. It was my dear
mother-in-law's, part of a dinner
set of fifty pieces. It's one of
the few things that survived.
Oh, but I do rattle on so. Tell
me about yourself, Harold.
(she settles back
with her tea)
What do you do when you aren't
68 EXT. DEMOLITIONS - DAY
Shots of falling buildings. The giant demolition ball
swings left and right knocking mighty holes in brick walls
and sending them crumbling to earth with deafening noise.
69 EXT. DEMOLITION - ANOTHER ANGLE - DAY
Harold and Maude watch, in the background, an old building
collapse into rubble. After the noise abates Maude turns
Yes. There is definitely a certain
70 EXT. JUNKYARD - DAY
A giant crane comes crashing into the hood of a car.
The car is picked up and dropped on a conveyor belt which
hauls it up to the crusher. Despite the terrible din
Harold and Maude watch with rapt attention.
71 EXT. JUNKYARD DISTRICT - LONG SHOT - DAY
Harold and Maude are sitting on a hill picnicking. They
are looking at the junkyard operation in the distance.
They chew for a while then Maude offers Harold a raw carrot.
She chews on one herself.
Well, it's all very thrilling,
of course, but I ask you, Harold...
Is it enough?
What do you mean?
72 EXT. A LARGE VEGETABLE FIELD - DAY
The CAMERA is at a LOW LEVEL. We see long rows of young
plants that stretch into the distance. We PAN across the
field into two giant CLOSEUPS of Harold and Maude. They
are lying on the ground looking intently at one little
plant. Maude looks over to Harold.
I love to watch things grow.
73 EXT. FLOWER FARM - DAY
SHOTS of flowers growing, all different varieties, in
clusters, in pots, on vines, in greenhouses, in large
Maude and Harold are walking down a row of flowers.
They grow and bloom, and fade, and
die, and some change into something
else. Ah, life!
They stop by some flowers.
I should like to change into a
sunflower most of all. They are
so tall and simple. And you,
Harold, what flower would you
like to be?
I don't know. Just one of those.
74 HAROLD'S POV
We see a large field of daisies stretching to the hills.
75 EXT. BY THE DAISY FIELD - DAY
Harold and Maude look out at it.
(a little perturbed)
Why do you say that?
Because they are all the same.
Oooh, but they are not. Look.
They bend down to see some close ones.
See - some are smaller, some are
fatter, some grow to the left,
some to the right, some even have
some petals missing - all kinds
of observable differences, and we
haven't even touched the bio-
chemical. You see, Harold, they're
like the Japanese. At first you
think they all look alike, but
after you get to know them you see
there is not a repeat in the bunch.
Each person is different, never
existed before and never to exist
again. Just like this daisy -
(she picks it)
- an individual.
They stand up.
Well, we may be individuals all
right but -
(he looks out
at the field)
- we have to grow up together.
Maude looks up. She is very struck by what Harold said.
She speaks very softly and we see she has tears in her eyes.
Yes, that's very true. Still I
believe much of the world's
sorrow comes from people who know
they are this -
- yet let themselves be treated -
(she looks out
at the field)
- as that.
76 EXT. THE FIELD - DAY
Thousands and thousands of daisies wave gently in the
77 EXT. ROAD BY THE FLOWER FARM - DAY
A large black Continental apparently out of control
crashes through the flower farm fence, swerves onto the
road, and zigzags away at top speed before finally
78 INT. CONTINENTAL - DAY
Harold is petrified. Maude is driving. She looks over at
him and explains.
Ha! Power steering.
79 EXT. ROAD IN TOWN - DAY
The Continental speeds by.
80 INT. CONTINENTAL - DAY
Harold has somewhat recovered.
Boy, Maude. The way you handle
cars. I'd never handle a car
Oh, it's only a machine, Harold.
It's not as if it were alive,
like a horse or a camel. We may
live in a machine age, but I
simply can't treat them as equals.
(she looks over
at the radio)
Of course, the age has its
She turns it on. Music plays softly.
The universal language of mankind.
with the tune)
What music do you like, Harold?
Harold is suddenly thrown against the door as Maude makes
a fast U-turn.
81 EXT. BEFORE THE COURTHOUSE PARK - DAY
We see the Continental turn across the street, drive up
onto the sidewalk, and stop as it bumps into a telegraph
82 MED. SHOT OF THE CAR
Maude gets out, walks around the car, and opens Harold's
door. Harold, very shaken, gets out.
Over there by the courthouse.
What is it?
That little tree. It's in trouble.
Maude walks over to the courthouse. Harold, not wanting to
be left with the crashed car, quickly follows.
83 EXT. BY THE COURTHOUSE - DAY
They come to a little tree growing in the garden.
Look at it, Harold. It's
suffocating. It's the smog.
People can live with it, but
it gives trees asthma. They
can't breathe. See the leaves
are all brown. Harold, we've
got to do something about this
We'll transplant it. To the
But we can't just dig it up!
But this is public property.
She's ready to dig.
Don't you think we should get some
Yes, you're right. We'll go see
Glaucus. Come on.
Oh, wait, Maude. Look!
Harold points and we see that two COPS have stopped and are
checking out the Continental on the sidewalk.
Oh, the police. Come on.
84 EXT. BY THE CONTINENTAL - DAY
The police are looking around. Maude boldly walks by.
Harold tags reluctantly along.
Good afternoon, Officer. Bit
of trouble here?
(tips his hat)
Yes, ma'am. Somebody had some
Well, it's a tricky turn.
Eh, yes, ma'm.
Tell me --
(points to car
-- is that car parked all right?
Oh yes. That's fine.
Well, thank you. Eh, officer,
you might turn off the radio.
Saves the battery.
Maude and Harold walk off to the car in front. The officer
turns off the radio. He looks up. Maude has opened the
door of the car in front with her ring of keys. She waves
85 CLOSEUP - THE OFFICER
He tips his hat and waves back. He is smiling as we hear
the engine start. The smile drops as we hear Maude's
86 INT. GLAUCUS'S STUDIO - NIGHT
Maude and Harold enter. The block of ice in the center of
the room is now five to six feet tall and melting rapidly
into the large trough in which it stands. Around the studio
on the walls and benches are every conceivable hand tool -
sculpting tools, gardening tools, construction tools, etc.
On a raised platform in one corner covered with rugs and
cushions and skins, lies Glaucus, bundled up in a parka
and snoring horribly. In his gloved hands he holds a
hammer and an ice pick.
Oh, my. We're too late.
Is he all right?
He's fallen asleep, as usual.
She covers him with a rug.
We'll come back in the morning.
What is that he's working on?
An ice sculpture. It's Venus -
the Goddess of Love, the completion
of which is his unfulfilled dream.
It is kind of rough.
He's never finished one yet. He
has around him every kind of hand
tool known to man, but the poor
dear has difficulty staying awake.
Look, the ice is melting.
They both stand and stare.
That's one of the drawbacks of
87 INT. MAUDE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Harold and Maude sit before the fire. They have just
A little after-dinner liqueur,
Well, I really don't drink...
Oh, it's all right. It's organic.
Some nuts? Some licorice?
It has no nutritional value but
then consistency is not really a
He chews the licorice. He gestures above the fireplace.
Oh, that's just a relic. I found
it when I was packing to come to
America. It used to be my defense
on picket lines and rallies and
political meetings - being dragged
off by police or attacked by thugs
of the opposition.
as she remembers)
A long time ago.
What were you fighting for?
Oh, Big Issues. Liberty. Rights.
Justice. Kings died and kingdoms
fell. I don't regret the kingdoms
- what sense in borders and nations
and patriotism - but I do miss the
kings. When I was a little girl
I was taken to the palace in
Vienna, to a garden party. I can
still see the sunshine, the
parasols, and the flashing
uniforms of the young officers.
I thought then I would marry a
Later, Frederick would chide me
(with a twinkle)
He was so serious. A doctor at
the University. And in the
Suddenly she gets quiet.
But, that was all... before...
Maude stares into the fire. She suddenly seems very small
and fragile. Harold notices the change that has come over
her and is not sure what to say.
So you don't use the umbrella
She looks at him and says softly:
No more revolts.
(sparks back to
her old self)
Oh, yes! Every day. But I don't
need a defense anymore. I embrace!
Still fighting for the Big Issues
but now in my small, individual way.
Shall we have a song?
Well, I don't...
Oh come on. I'll teach you.
She goes to the piano, sits down, and plays. It is a fast,
delightful song and she sings it with zest.
Come on, Harold, join in the
Beside her Harold hesitatingly sings along. The o.s.
orchestra has joined in, enabling Maude to leave the piano
and get up and dance. She capers in true old vaudeville
fashion. As the song continues we go into a MONTAGE and
see Maude dance as she sings in various locales - the beach,
the forest, the fields, the hills, finally returning to
her room to join up with Harold for a socko finish.
Oh, that was fun. Let's play
But I don't play anything.
Don't play anything! Dear me. Everyone
should be able to make some music.
Why, it's life! - Rhythm and
harmony - That's the cosmic dance.
Come with me.
She goes over to a large cupboard and opens both doors.
It is full of all kinds of musical instruments. She ferrets
about for a while and pulls out a banjo.
Here we are. Just the thing.
She shows him a chord and how to strum. - "Your fingers
here... etc." He does it a few times.
That's right. But be impulsive!
Be fanciful! Let the music flow
out of you as freely as though
you were talking. Okay?
From the top -- Let's jam!
She swings into the chorus and Harold strums along. At the
end she looks over at him beaming.
88 EXT. THE CHASEN'S BACKYARD - DAY
Harold sits practicing his banjo. We barely recognize that
he is playing Maude's Song. He hears his mother calling
him and he quickly hides his banjo in a nearby flower pot.
His mother enters.
Harold! Harold! Ah, there you
are. I have a little present
for you. A surprise. Come with
They both go off toward the garage.
89 EXT. THE GARAGE AREA - DAY
They both come around the corner and Mrs. Chasen gestures
dramatically in front of her.
90 EXT. THE GARAGE AREA - THEIR POV - DAY
We see a little green MG roadster. Harold comes up to it,
suspecting something funny. He looks around for his
Isn't that darling? I had them tow
off that black monstrous thing of
yours and had them send this around
instead. It's so much more
appropriate for you, don't you
Harold starts to say something.
One more thing, Harold. I've talked
on the phone with your second
computer date and she seems a very
nice, quiet girl. Not at all
hysterical like the first one.
Nevertheless I want you to be on
your best behavior when she comes
tomorrow and make her feel at home.
(she looks at the
car before leaving)
Cute little thing, isn't it? I
like it very much.
Harold stands for a moment looking at the MG. He makes a
91 QUICK SHOT
Harold takes off his jacket.
92 QUICK SHOT
Harold wheels to the car a large acetylene torch.
93 QUICK SHOT
Harold pulls down a great welding mask over his head.
94 INT. GLAUCUS' STUDIO - DAY
A brand new block of ice - eight to nine feet tall -
stands in the trough in the center of the studio. Glaucus,
spryly dressed for autumn, is chipping merrily away.
Come in. Come in.
Have you seen Harold?
He makes a chip on the ice and stands back to examine it.
He is satisfied. He turns to Maude, full of pep.
Ah, Dame Marjorie. Greetings.
(he kisses her hand)
As Odysseus said to Penelope...
Harold enters a little out of breath.
Sorry I'm late.
A rather free translation but
nonetheless correct. Greetings
to you too, my little one.
at the ice)
Tell me, what do you see?
A block of ice.
Exactly! Now, ask me what I see.
What do you see?
I see the eternal goddess of
beauty and love. I see Aphrodite.
The consummate woman.
Full of warmth and fire. Frozen.
(to the ice)
And it is I who shall set you free.
He takes a small pneumatic drill and attacks the ice. He
makes a little incision, puts it down, and steps back to
observe. He wipes his brow.
Each morning I am delivered of a
new block of ice. Each evening
my eyes grow weary, my hands hang
heavy, and I am swept down Lethe
to slumber -
- while my goddess, half-born,
drips away - unseen, unsung, and
May we borrow a shovel?
Wait! Let me think. Do I need
a shovel today? No! I need a
(he gets a
Take any shovel. You are welcome.
Harold picks up a shovel.
Thank you, Glaucus. We'll see
you later. Come on, Harold.
Harold and Maude exit.
Farewell, my friends.
(he fires the
"Where'er he moved, the goddess
shone before" - Homer!
He approaches the ice.
95 EXT. HIGHWAY - LONG SHOT - DAY
We PAN with a brown pick-up truck as it drives along. A
small tree stands swaying in the back.
96 INT. PICK-UP TRUCK - ANGLE FROM SIDE - MED. SHOT - DAY
Maude is driving. Harold sits beside her. The car is
traveling from SCREEN LEFT to SCREEN RIGHT. Harold looks
at Maude. She smiles. He smiles.
97 EXT. HIGHWAY - LONG SHOT - DAY
Cop on a motorcycle watches Maude go by. He follows her
and flags her down. She pulls the truck over to the side
of the road.
98 EXT. ROADSIDE - DAY
The cop gets off his motorcycle and comes over to the truck
Lady, you were going 70 miles
an hour in a 45-mile zone. Could
I see your license, please?
Yes. Those little pieces of paper
with your picture on it?
Oh, I don't have one.
I don't have one. I don't
believe in them.
How long have you been driving?
About forty-five minutes,
wouldn't you say, Harold? We
were hoping to start sooner but,
you see, it's rather hard to find
Could I see your registration?
I just don't think we have one,
unless it's in the glove compartment.
Could you look, Harold?
Isn't this your vehicle?
No, no. I just took it.
Yes. You see I have to plant my
Well, it's not really mine. I
dug it up in front of the courthouse.
We're transplanting it. Letting
it breathe, you know. But, of
course, we would like to get it
into soil, as soon as possible.
Lady, let me get this straight.
All right, then, and we'll be off.
(she revs up the motor)
Nice chatting with you.
Maude zooms off down the highway. The cop is left flabber-
gasted. He races for his motorcycle. With SIRENS blazing
he drives of to catch her.
99 INT. THE TRUCK - DAY
Harold looks uneasily out the back window.
I think he's following us.
Is he? Ah, the police. Always
wanting to play games. Well,
Maude accelerates and zooms off.
100 EXT. THE HIGHWAY - DAY
Maude careens down the highway dodging cars. The cop
follows in hot pursuit. Suddenly Maude does a full left
turn making a screeching half-circle and charging off down
the highway in the opposite direction. Cars pull over out
of her way. The cop does a similar U-turn and follows her.
Maude immediately makes another U-turn and flies off down
the highway in her original direction. The cop is taken
unawares. Traffic around him is in total confusion. He
dodges zigzagging cars, runs up onto the embankment, and
101 INT. THE TRUCK - DAY
The old double U-turn. Gets
them every time.
102 EXT. THE HIGHWAY - DAY
The truck continues on its merry way.
103 EXT. A PLEASANT GLADE IN THE FOREST - DAY
Maude and Harold have just finished planting the tree;
Maude is putting the finishing touches around the trunk.
She stands up.
There. Oh, I like the feel of
soil, don't you? And the smell.
It's the earth. "The earth is
my body. My head is in the stars."
Who said that?
I don't know.
I suppose I did.
Well, farewell little tree. Grow
up tall, and change, and fall to
replenish the earth. Isn't it
wonderful, Harold? All around us.
104 EXT. THE FOREST - DAY
Harold and Maude are sitting in a tree.
I come here as often as I can.
It's exhilarating. What do you
call it? Nature! Life! Soul!
God! At any rate, it's here, and...
We PULL BACK on the ZOOM and see they are sitting in the
top branches of a very tall tree.
... we are part of it.
105 INT. PICK-UP TRUCK - DAY
SAME SIDE ANGLE AS SHOT 96, except now the truck is
traveling from screen right to screen left. Maude is
driving; Harold sits beside her. Maude looks at Harold.
He smiles. She smiles.
106 EXT. THE HIGHWAY - LONG SHOT - DAY
We see the truck, now without the tree, go driving down the
road. We see the cop on the motorbike. It is the same
one as before. He sees the truck, grits his teeth, and
speeds on after it. With SIRENS blazing he signals Maude
to pull well off the road, and around so that it is facing
the fields. The cop gets of his bike and goes over to
Okay, lady. Out.
She doesn't quite recognize him.
Haven't we met before?
None of that, lady.
Oh, well. Must have been your
Maude gets out.
But there is a family resemblance.
You too, Buster. Stand over here.
Lady, you're in a heap of trouble.
I have you down here for several
violations; speeding, resisting
arrest, driving without a license,
driving a stolen vehicle, possession
of a stolen tree... Where's the tree?
We planted it.
Is this your shovel?
Possession of a stolen shovel.
Officer, I can explain.
Lady, resisting arrest is a
serious criminal offense. Under
the state criminal code, section
545, paragraph 10-B...
Oh, don't get officious. You're
not yourself when you're officious.
That's the curse of a government
Lady, is it true you're driving
without a license?
And that truck - is it registered
in your name?
Oh no! Not in my name.
Then whose name is it registered
Well, I don't know. Do you know,
Where are the papers?
I suppose they are in the truck.
Are you going to take a lot of
time with this?
Because if you are...
Lady! Be quiet.
The cop goes over to the truck. We FOLLOW him as he sits
in the front seat, opens the glove compartment, and begins
looking through some papers. Suddenly he hears the start
of an engine. He looks up. Maude is on the motorcycle,
revving it up, and motioning Harold to get on board.
Grab the shovel, Harold.
Harold hesitates. He looks over at the cop, who begins to
get out of the truck. He makes up his mind, grabs the
shovel, jumps on the seat behind Maude, and they both go
careening off down the road. The cop takes out his gun.
Stop! Or I'll shoot!
He fires several times.
107 CLOSEUP - MAUDE ON THE BIKE
She hears the shots.
Oh! It's just like the Resistance.
She begins maneuvering the bike in defensive zigzag
108 LONG SHOT - THE HIGHWAY
The cop, helpless, watches them disappear over the hill.
109 INT. GLAUCUS' STUDIO - NIGHT
The ice block is as we saw it the first night - unfinished
and melting. Glaucus, bundled up in his winter clothes,
falters towards it with a heavy hammer and chisel. He is
fighting off sleep as only a very old man can. He manages
a blow on the ice and then shuffles back to see its
effect. He mumbles all the time.
The bitter dregs of Fortune's
cup to drain - The Iliad...
Almost finished... Gotta make
it... Going to make it...
Liberate Love... Set her free.
He staggers to the statue and back again.
Harold and Maude enter, laughing.
Oh, those motorcycles are awfully
Yeah. And it is cold in here.
Cold... Yes... Yes... Gotta turn
up the heat... Excuse me...
He turns up the heat.
Here's your shovel.
What?... Oh yes... Shovel... Create
... Verily these issues lie in the
lap of the gods... Iliad... Just
sit down for a minute.
Glaucus wanders over to his couch and sits, still mumbling.
Not giving up... Just for a minute
... Then once more up the hill...
Harold walks over to the ice sculpture.
I think I see it.
Yes. It's almost there.
Glaucus, his eyes barely open, gets up and shuffles in
place as if he is walking over to the statue. He works
his tools in the air and then shuffles in place as if he
is walking back. He examines his work. He sits.
Yes... almost done... have a
little rest. Not long... Just
a little rest... then once more
up the hill...
He falls back slowly asleep.
I think he's asleep.
Glaucus pops up.
Aha! Morpheus. I'll...
He mumbles and makes an effort to raise his tools. His
eyes close, but he is still fighting.
Gonna make it... Gonna make it...
He drifts back against the cushions still holding the tools
in his hand. He is finally asleep.
Harold and Maude have been watching Glaucus's gallant battle.
Maude smiles and turns to go. Harold looks at the sculpture.
The ice is melting.
Don't you think we should turn
off the heat?
Why? There'll be a new block of
ice in the morning.
110 INT. MAUDE'S PLACE - NIGHT
Maude and Harold are dressed in bright Japanese kimonos.
They are relaxing on cushions in the Japanese nook after
having just finished supper. Maude puffs pleasantly on a
I like Glaucus.
Yes, so do I. But I think he
is a little... old-fashioned.
Like a puff, Harold?
Well, I really don't smoke.
It's all right.
(she offers him
I'm sure picking up on vices.
Vice? Virtue? It's best not to
be too moral. You cheat yourself
out of too much life. Aim above
morality. As Confucius says,
"Don't simply be good. Make good
Did Confucius say that?
- they say he was very wise, so
I'm sure he must have.
You are the wisest person I know.
(she laughs and
shakes her head)
When I look around me I know I
know nothing. I remember though,
once long ago in Persia, we met a
wise man in the bazaar. He was
a professional and used to sell
his wisdom to anyone willing to
pay. His specialty for tourists
was a maxim engraved on the head
of a pin. "The wisest," he said,
"the truest, the most instructive
words for all men at all times."
Frederick bought one for me and
back at the hotel I peered through
a magnifying glass to read the
words - "And this too shall pass
Well, the wise man was right - if
you remember that, you can't help
but live life fully.
Yes. I haven't lived.
I've died a few times.
What was that?
(he is getting
a little high)
Died! Seventeen times - not
Shot myself in the face once with
a popgun and a pellet of blood.
(laughing with him)
How ingenious! Tell me about them.
Well, it's a question of timing,
and the right equipment, and plenty
of patience... You really want to
hear about this?
Partly because of the pot, but mostly because he has found
a friend, Harold opens up for the first time in his life.
As he gets into the story he tells it with such animation
and delight that we are amazed at all the fun and zest he
has kept locked up inside him.
Well, the first time it wasn't
even planned. It was when I was
at boarding school and they were
getting ready for the school
Centennial Celebration and they
put all the fireworks and food
and stuff in this room in the
West Wing. Well, on the floor
above they had the Chemistry Lab
and I had to stay in and clean
it up. So I thought I'd do a
little experimenting. I got all
this stuff out and began mixing
it up. It was very scientific.
I was measuring the amounts.
Well, suddenly there was this big
fizzing sound and this white kind
of porridge stuff began erupting
out of the beaker, and moving along
the desk and falling onto the floor.
It was making an awful mess. So I
got the hose to try to spray it
into the sink. I turned on the
water and - POW! There was this
massive explosion. Knocked me down.
Blew out the floor. Boards and
brick and flames leaping up. Singed
my hair. Smoke everywhere. I got
up, then this sound like bombs
going off. It was the fireworks
in the room below. And all this
stuff came flying out the hole.
PACHAU! Skyrockets and pinwheels.
And fire balls all whizzing and
bouncing. And I was just standing
there stunned - I couldn't believe
it - just watching - being pelted
by all these little pellets - turns
out to be the goddamn popcorn spewed
up from below. The whole place was
a crazy inferno with the rockets
and everything, and I couldn't get
to the door. But behind me was
this old laundry chute, so I
hopped in that and slid down that to
the basement. When I got outside
I saw that the whole top of the
building was on fire and, of course,
it was pandemonium with people
running around and fire alarms
ringing. So I decided to go home.
When I get there my mother is having
this big party so I creep up the
back stairs to my room. Then there
is this ring on the doorbell. It's
the police. I creep over to the
banister to see what they say, and
they tell my mother that I had
been killed in a fire at school.
Well, everyone got very quiet.
Harold has calmed down and speaks in a matter of fact way.
People were whispering and looking
at my mother.
I tried leaning forward to see her
face but I couldn't.
She began to sway. She put one
hand to her forehead. With the
other she reached out, as if groping
for support. Two men rushed to her
side and then - with a long, low
sigh - she collapsed in their arms.
I decided then I enjoyed being
Maude doesn't say anything for a moment. Then she speaks
Yes. I understand. A lot of people
enjoy being dead. But they are not
dead really. They're just backing
away from life.
(with a twinkle)
They're players - but they sit on
the bench. The game goes on before
them. At any moment they can join
(she jumps up
Reach out! Take a chance! Get
hurt maybe. But play as well as
(she leads a
Go team, go! Give me an "L."
Give me an "I." Give me a "V."
Give me an "E." LIVE!!!!!
(she sits down
by Harold, quietly
Otherwise you'll have nothing to
talk about in the locker room.
I like you, Maude.
I like you, Harold.
Come, I'll teach you to waltz.
Music comes in from nowhere. Harold joins Maude and,
though they both realize how ridiculous they look waltzing
in kimonos, they begin to dance, and thoroughly enjoy it.
We go into a MONTAGE as they dance together, similar to
the one Maude danced alone. They dance on the beach, the
forest, the fields, the hills, and end up back in her
apartment for the courtly finale.
111 EXT. THE CHASEN'S BACK YARD - DAY
Mrs. Chasen and EDITH FERN come out of the house and walk
toward the garage area. Edith, the second computer date,
is short, mousy, and looks like a female Don Knotts.
This way, Edith. Harold is out
by the garage. He has a new car
and he has been tuning it up.
He's very mechanical.
What kind of a car is it?
112 EXT. THE GARAGE AREA - DAY
They come around the corner.
It's a little MG roadster...
She stops dead in her tracks at what she sees.
113 MRS. CHASEN POV
Harold is putting the final polish on the car. The car,
however, has changed. It is now black, with a squared-off
top, a long back, black velvet curtains, and silver trim.
As Edith says...
Oh. It looks like a hearse.
Very nice. Compact.
Edith, I'd like you to meet my
son, Harold. Harold, this is
Fern. I'm very pleased to make
Harold nods a greeting and they shake hands.
Harold, I think you should go and
wash up and meet us in the den.
And remember what I said to you.
Let's make Edith feel at home.
114 INT. CHASEN'S DEN - DAY
Edith and Mrs. Chasen are seated having coffee.
And what do you do, my dear?
I'm a file clerk - Harrison Feed
Oh. Well, what is it exactly
that you do?
I'm in charge of all the invoices
for the southwest. We supply,
for example, most of the egg
farmers in Southern California.
So you can imagine.
She sips her coffee.
She sips hers. Harold enters.
Here's Harold now. No, don't
Edith sits. Harold sits. A pause.
Edith was just telling me about
I'm a file clerk.
Yes. Henderson Feed and Grain.
Harrison. Harrison Feed and
Grain... At Hamilton and Fourth...
I'm in charge of the invoices...
And I type up the schedule for
the trucking fleet...
She supplies the whole southwest
with chicken feed.
Well, not all the southwest.
Although we do have a large
business... Barley was very big
last week... Fifteen hundred...
Harold pulls out a meat cleaver. His left hand rests on
the table. With one great swoop he cuts it of at the
wrist. Calmly he puts his amputated arm in his lap as
Edith pauses in her story. Mrs. Chasen rolls her eyes
and sighs. Edith loOkS at the bloody hand on the table
and cannot continue.
She begins violent retchings and tumbles forward to the
Harold looks over at Mrs. Chasen.
Mrs. Chasen looks over at Harold.
115 INSERT CLOSEUP - UNCLE VICTOR - SAME AS IN SHOT 27 EXCEPT
I'd put him in the Army, Helen.
116 EXT. LONG SHOT - THE MEADOW - DAY
Harold and Maude have just finished having a picnic.
117 MEDIUM SHOT - THE MEADOW - DAY
Maude is putting the things away. Harold lies on his back
and looks at the sky.
Look at that sky.
It's so big.
It's so blue.
And beyond the blue is the blackness
of the cosmos.
Spreckled with uncountable stars.
The stars are shining right now.
We just can't see them. Just
another instance of all that's
going on that is beyond human
(he sits up)
Maude, do you pray?
They look at each other and smile.
This is really nice. Makes me
feel like a kid. I want to do
Well, why don't you?
No. I'd feel stupid.
Harold, everyone has the right to
make an ass out of themselves.
You just can't let the world judge you
Harold shrugs "Okay." He does a somersault in the grass.
Want to join me in some cartwheels?
No. I feel more like - yodeling.
Maude YODELS. Loud and long. Harold joins in. Their
combined voices ECHO across the valley and FADE OUT as
118 EXT. THE BEACH AT SUNSET
The sun sits on the horizon. We PULL BACK to include
Harold and Maude sitting on a rock and looking out at
the reddening clouds and sea.
It's sinking, Harold. Going
over the horizon - where we are
all going to go. It's getting
dark. "Let each man hold on to
his candle and get a light
where'er he can."
(breaking the mood)
From the guys who got the matches,
Boy! It sure has been a wonderful
day. And you - you are beautiful.
He takes her hand and kisses it.
Oh, Harold. You make me feel
like a schoolgirl.
Shall I drop by tomorrow?
Oh, I have a luncheon date. With
I've never met her. My mother set
Well, be kind. I've lived a long
time, Harold, seen evil as well as
good, and it has been my experience
As Maude is talking and looking out to sea, Harold looks
down at her hand in his. She is not wearing a long-sleeved
dress and we see a number tattooed on her skin: P-876954.
Maude doesn't notice but Harold is visibly shocked.
... is what the world sorely lacks.
Maude points and Harold looks out to sea.
119 THEIR POV
A sea gull flies across the reddening sky.
120 TWO SHOT
Harold still holds Maude's hand.
Dreyfus once wrote that on
Devil's Island he would see the
most glorious birds. Many
years later in Britanny he
realized they had only been sea
She smiles at Harold and looks back out to sea.
To me they will always be -
Harold keeps looking at Maude. The sun on the horizon
begins slowly to sink.
121 INT. CHASEN'S DEN - DAY
Mrs. Chasen is talking to Harold.
Harold, I cannot impress upon
you too strongly the importance
of this meeting. She is the
last girl. The Computer Dating
Company was reluctant to send
anyone in view of what they've
heard. Fortunately, I was able
to demand they stand by their
original agreement. But kindly
remember this is your third
and final chance.
The doorbell rings.
Here she is, now. Please try
to take this seriously, if not
for your sake, at least for hers.
Mrs. Chasen leaves. Harold grits his teeth, and breathes
deeply. He is going to try. He goes to a mirror and
straightens his tie. He hears approaching voices and he
turns to greet them.
Mrs. Chasen enters with SUNSHINE DORE, a stringy, long-
haired actress. Harold goes up to meet her.
Harold, I'd like you to meet
eh, Sunshine Dore. Sunshine's
I like to think so.
How do you do?
Well, I'll leave you two alone
for a moment. I have to call
my hairdresser. I'll bring back
some drinks. Harold, perhaps
Starlight would like a cigarette.
Oh, yes, of course.
Would you like a cigarette?
No, thank you. They stain my
Is Sunshine your real name?
Well, actually, it was the name
of my drama teacher - Louis
Sunshine. Perhaps you've heard
of him. He was such an influence
on the development of my instrument.
That means my body - in theatre
talk. Well, when I came to Hollywood
I felt the need to express the
emerging me in a new form, so I
took on "Sunshine."
Dore is my real name... Well,
Dore, actually. My, what a
lovely place you have here.
She goes to the piano.
Do you play?
No. I'm learning the banjo.
Oh, I studied the guitar. I had
to give it up. Gave me calluses
on my fingers. As an actress I
can't afford to have a tarnished
She picks up a photograph.
Oh, is this your father?
No. My uncle.
Oh, he's in the Army. I do so
like the military, don't you?
Those uniforms make men look so
virile. I did "What Price Glory?"
in summer stock. I played
Charmaine - with a French accent.
She goes over to the mantelpiece.
Oh, what a wonderful collection
of knives. May I see them?
Harold gives up trying.
He takes one off the wall.
This one is particularly
interesting. It's a hari-kari
Ohhh. What's hari-kari?
An ancient Japanese ceremony.
Like a tea ceremony?
No. Like this.
With gusto he plunges the knife into his belly. He drops
to his knees bleeding profusely. He continues the upper-
cut and sidecut gouging with appropriate Oriental screams.
He stops and tumbles forward - lifeless.
Sunshine stands in awe. She slowly bends down.
Oh, that was marvelous, Harold.
It had the ring of truth.
Harold... Who did you study with?
... Oh, I'm sorry. I don't want
to break into your private moment.
I know how exhausting true emotion
can be. I played Juliet at the
Sunshine Playhouse. Louie thought
it was my best performance.
She goes into Juliet.
What's here? A cup, closed in
my true love's hand? Poison, I
see, hath been his timeless end.
Oh churl! Drink all, and left
no friendly drop to help me after?
I will kiss thy lips.
Harold opens his eyes. He can't believe this.
Happily some poison yet doth
hang on them - to make me die
with a restorative .
She kisses Harold, who immediately kneels up.
Thy lips are warm!
Harold, startled, knocks over an ashtray.
Yea, noise? Then I'll be brief.
Oh happy dagger!...
She takes stunned Harold's dagger, pressing the blade
back and forth in the handle to see how it operates.
... Oh happy dagger! This is
She stabs herself between the breasts.
She staggers to the couch, clutching the dagger.
- and let me die.
She collapses and expires.
Harold gets up. He has never seen anything like it.
He wanders around the couch as if he was looking at
Mrs. Chasen enters with a tray full of drinks, sees
Sunshine dead on the couch, and drops them all with
a loud crash. She looks over at a bewildered Harold.
Summing up the situation, she flings out an accusing
Harold! That was your last date!
122 CLOSEUP - HAROLD
He doesn't know what to make of it.
123 CLOSEUP - MRS. CHASEN
She is thoroughly steamed up. She makes a decision.
124 INSERT CLOSEUP UNCLE VICTOR - SAME FRAMING AS SHOT 27
BUT LOOKING STRAIGHT ON
I'd put him in the Army, Helen.
125 INT. MILITARY ESTABLISHMENT - CLOSEUP - DAY
Military file cabinet opened and hand removes a file.
126 INT. A MILITARY CORRIDOR - CLOSEUP - DAY
The file is being carried by someone and then dropped
into an "IN" box.
127 INT. A MILITARY OFFICE - CLOSEUP - DAY
The file is taken out of the "IN" box, carried through
a door, and placed on a desk.
127A INT. UNCLE VICTOR'S OFFICE - CLOSEUP - DAY
The file is opened by a pair of hands. We TILT UP to see
whose hands they are. It is Uncle Victor who is studying
the file with obvious pleasure.
127B INT. THE CHASEN DEN - NIGHT
Mrs. Chasen stands before a seated Harold looking like a
queen about to proclaim banishment. (As we DOLLY into
her during her speech, we hear the hint of a DRUM ROLL.)
In view of your recent actions,
Harold, I find you have left me
with no recourse but to listen to
the solution proposed by your
uncle. Consequently, I have
instructed him to take the necessary
measures for you to be forthwith
inducted into the service, and, for
your own good, to take up active
duty with the United States Army.
Harold is thunderstruck - and scared.
I hope they will have more luck
with you than I.
127C EXT. BACK YARD BEHIND MAUDE'S - DAY
Maude is hoeing weeds in Madame Arouet's garden. Madame
Arouet is working in the back. Harold comes up to Maude.
Maude, I must speak to you.
What is it, Harold?
They're going to draft me. In
the Army. I'm going to be sent
But they can't do that. You
haven't even got the vote.
But they have.
Well, don't go.
She obviously is not perturbed about Harold's plight and
seems more interested in gathering weeds.
Perhaps war is part of the human
condition. But it shouldn't be
encouraged. Bring over that
wheelbarrow, will you please?
Harold goes to get the wheelbarrow.
But they'll put me in jail.
Really. Just put it there,
Harold puts down the wheelbarrow and Maude starts forking
the weeds into it.
They'd put you in jail, eh? Well,
historically you'd be in very
That's what my husband used to
say when we were in the French
Underground dealing with the
Gestapo. Would you like to do a
Work, I'm told, done with no
selfish interest, purifies the mind.
You sink your separate self and
become one with the universal self.
On the other hand, senseless labor
is a bloody bore and should be
Maude, do you think you can
What? With your skill and my
experience... I think we can come
up with something.
127D INT. UNCLE VICTOR'S CAR - DAY
Uncle Victor and Harold are seated in the back of the
General's military limousine. As they ride along, Uncle
Victor is being very expansive. Harold is being unusually
Harold, I want you to look at me
like your father in this matter.
We'll spend the day just getting
to know each other. Now, I know
that you have no great desire to
join the Army. Hell, I felt the
same way myself when I started
out. But believe me, Harold, once
you get to know it, you'll love
it. It's a great life. Look at
me. A chauffeur. Respect. Money
in the bank.
(he looks at
It has its drawbacks. Like
anything else, I suppose. But
the Army takes care of you. You
join up, and you've got a buddy
127E EXT. A LARGE CITY PARK - DAY
The General and Harold have left the car and are walking
along the path. There are not many people about, mostly
mothers with small children.
Good idea of yours to come out
here, Harold. It's a lovely spot.
Thank you, Uncle.
Call me "sir," Harold. First thing
you learn in the Army - an officer
deserves your respect.
Perfectly lovely. You know, this
is what we're defending. Everything
that's good and beautiful in the
American way of life. Oh, there's
some nut peace petitioner over there.
Let's go off this way. Those crazy
Commie bastards. I don't know why
we tolerate 'em. Parasites.
Harold looks over toward the peace petitioner.
127F EXT. A TRAIL IN THE PARK - DAY
Let's examine the facts on it. I
say this country has been too harsh
in its outright condemnation of war.
I say you can point to many material
advantages brought about by a crisis
and conflict policy. Hell, World
War II gave us the ballpoint pen.
That's common knowledge.
During wartime the national suicide
rate goes down.
Is that a fact? Well, that fits
in right along with everything I've
been saying. War is not all black.
War is not all black.
The trail splits in a fork. Harold, it seems, subtly
leads the General to take the right. They walk on.
127G EXT. ANOTHER PART OF THE PARK - DAY
The General and Harold sit on a bench overlooking a
And so I ask you - why the hell did
we give up on the Germans? Those
damn politicians in Washington
chalked them up on our side and the
wars ever since have been a national
disgrace. Hell, look at history.
The two best wars this country has
fought were against the Jerries.
Now I say, get the Krauts on the
other side of the fence where they
belong, and let's get back to the
kind of enemy worth killing and the
kind of war this whole country can
Jeez, sir. That's pretty strong stuff.
They get up to go.
Well, Harold, I've always been a man
who speaks his mind. It's hurt me.
I'm not liked in Washington. I know
that. But I do have friends in high
They walk off toward the reservoir.
127H EXT. BY THE RESERVOIR - DAY
They are seated under a tree, close to the dam.
They came at me from all sides,
hundreds of 'em. We kept firing -
Zat-Tat-Tat-Tat! "Throw the
grenades," I shouted. "Mac, throw
the grenades!" "He's dead," Joe
said, and kept right on feeding me
bullets. Zat-Tat-Tat-Tat! They
kept falling, but they kept coming.
Bullets whizzing all around me.
Zot! Joe falls back with a neat
red hole in his head. I thought I
was done for. But I kept firing.
Zat-Tat-Tat! Only one thought
kept me going. Kill! Kill! For
Mac, and Joe, and the rest of the
guys. Kill! - a blinding flash.
I wake up on a stretcher. "Did
we hold?" I asked the medic. "Yes,
sir," he said, and I slipped into
Jeez! That's a great story,
Well, you'll soon have stories like
that to tell of your own.
You think so, sir?
Sure. Be able to tell your children.
Something for them to look up to. Be
I hope so, sir. Golly I never knew
it could be so exciting.
It's the greatest excitement in the
To pit your own life against another.
To kill. The taste of blood in
The moment of truth.
Another man's life in your sights.
Harold begins going into a state of catatonic excitement.
Will they really teach me to shoot?
Oh, sure. A variety of weapons.
And to use the bayonet? PACHOIE!
How about hand-to-hand combat?
To strangle someone. Choke him.
Squeeze out his life between your
How about to slit his throat?
Well, I don't...
I'd like that. You could see the
blood squirt out.
Harold, I think you're getting
carried away here.
Sir, how about souvenirs?
Of your kill - ears, nose, scalp,
What's the chance of getting one
He pulls out a shrunken head.
Boy, to think I could maybe make
Harold! That's disgusting!
It certainly is.
They both look up. Maude is standing by the tree with
her umbrella and a large peace sign. The General gets
Who are you?
I am petitioning for peace and I
came over here to speak...
Crazy parasite! Commie bastard!
Get out of here.
Don't you talk to me like that, you
little foul mouth degenerate!
Really, sir, I thought that you at
Traitor! Benedict Arnold! Remember
Nathan Hale, right, sir?
Harold, calm down! This is...
She's a Commie pig. We're going
to nail every last one...
Don't you advance on me.
... of you. You'll all end up
He holds out the shrunken head at her.
Lady, please. Harold...
(shaking the head)
Just like this.
(throwing away her sign)
Give me that.
(she grabs the head)
I'm going to throw it in the sewer
where it belongs.
She took my head.
Stay where you are, Harold .
She took my head.
Keep away from me, you twisted
Lady, please. Give back the head
and let's have no trouble.
Harold makes a grab for the head and Maude conks him
with her umbrella. She turns and runs. Harold picks
up the peace sign and wielding it like a club follows
I'll kill her. I'll kill her.
Maude runs out on the edge of the dam, right past a
sign saying "Danger - No Trespassing." The water is
churning below, making a deafening racket. Harold follows
her. The General runs after him. Maude beats off
Harold with her umbrella. The General joins the fray
and most of the blows fall on him. Much ad-libbing.
Despite only having one arm the General manages to
pull the sign away from Harold and throw it over the
dam. It is quickly churned up by the treacherous
water. Harold is holding Maude's umbrella. Maude is
gamely trying to hold on to it and at the same time keep
hold of the shrunken head. The General joins the tussle
for the umbrella. Furious ad libs as they scuffle.
The General finally wrenches it free. A pause. Harold
looks at Maude's position, standing next to the General.
He reaches over and pulls the General's lanyard. The
empty sleeve comes flying up for a salute, knocking Maude
over the dam and into almost certain death amid the
rushing water below.
A long pause. The two look down but there is no sign
The General, his empty sleeve still at salute, looks
around him. He can't believe it. Such a tragedy.
Over nothing. It all happened so fast. How did it
ever get so out of control? He looks over to Harold
for some answers. Harold looks up.
I lost my head.
127I CLOSEUP - UNCLE VICTOR
On his face the shocking revelation that his nephew
is a mental deficient.
127J QUICK CUT MONTAGE
Very fast shots of - The General's limousine taking off.
- Some hands rubber-stamping a file.
- The file closed and thrown into an
- The file being filed in a drawer.
- The drawer being slammed shut.
127K EXT. THE AMUSEMENT PARK - NIGHT
Three dancing skeletons cackle uproariously. They are
afixed to dungeon-like doors. Suddenly the doors fly
open and a little cart carrying Harold and Maude comes
bursting out. They are laughing.
127L EXT. LONG SHOT OF THE HAUNTED HOUSE - NIGHT
Harold and Maude get out of the little cart and walk
toward the camera.
That wasn't very scary.
No. It had nothing on this afternoon.
Oh, you weren't scared.
Scared? Swimming underwater with
that oxygen device of yours. I
Come on, you loved it. It was a
They both laugh.
How about some candy floss?
Right on! It wouldn't be a celebration
128 EXT. AMUSEMENT PARK - NIGHT
Harold and Maude are walking down the fairway, eating
candy floss and obviously enjoying themselves very much.
129 EXT. SHOT OF FERRIS WHEEL - NIGHT
130 EXT. SHOT OF ROLLER COASTER - NIGHT
131 EXT. SHOT OF MERRY-GO-ROUND - NIGHT
132 INT. PENNY ARCADE ON THE PIER - NIGHT
Harold and Maude are playing the hand-operated "soccer
game." Maude puts her whole self into it, cheering
enthusiastically for every goal she makes.
People around her, particularly a STAID BANKER and his
SOCIETY WIFE, look on from their rather dull pursuits.
In fact, it seems that Harold and Maude are the only
ones having any fun.
133 TIME LAPSE - TWENTY MINUTES LATER
Maude and an ITALIAN GROCER have taken on the banker and
his wife. The latter pair have really entered into the
spirit of fun and are playing the game with joyous zest.
A crowd around the table cheers the players on and, as
is expected, Maude is the center of their delight.
134 INT. PENNY ARCADE - NIGHT
Back by the wall Harold looks at the group around Maude
with open admiration. He turns to the machine by him,
drops in a penny, and begins stamping out something in
Maude and the group play and laugh on in the background.
135 EXT. THE END OF THE PIER - NIGHT
Harold and Maude walk slowly to the edge.
You sure have a way with people.
Well, they're my species.
They both laugh and stop at the edge. On the shore -
the lights of the amusement park. Out in front of them
- the black ocean and the stars.
Look at the stars.
Yes. They're old friends.
Do you think there is any life
I don't know. Perhaps.
Science thinks there isn't.
That we are all alone in the
We are alone - you and me and
everybody. But we can look at
those stars and maybe someone
down the beach or across the
sea in China is looking at them,
too. Someone we don't know
and most likely will never see
- that someone is breathing
along with us. And the star-
gazers of the past - from
peasant to princes - and the
star-gazers of the future -
all of us breathing and looking
up there. We are alone - but
look at the stars and never
You should have been a poet.
Oh, no. But I should have
liked to have been an astronaut.
A private astronaut able to
just go out and explore. Like
the men who sailed with Magellan,
I want to see if we really can
fall off the edge of the world.
What a joke it will be if like
them I -
She makes a circle with her arm.
- end where I began.
He gives her the little piece of metal.
Oh, a gift.
She reads it.
"Harold loves Maude."
She looks up. Harold is blushing.
And Maude loves Harold.
They both smile at each other.
Ohhhhh! This is the nicest
present I've received in years.
She kisses it and tosses it happily into the ocean. She
turns back to Harold. His face is one of disbelief. He
looks out to the ocean and then back to Maude. He begins
to form the word "Why?"
So I'll always know where it is.
Harold accepts that. Women, after all, are strange
creatures. Maude smiles.
Come. Give me your arm. Let's
go see the fireworks .
Harold offers his arm and they walk off down the pier.
136 EXT. THE NIGHT SKY
The beautiful burst of a skyrocket.
137 INT. MAUDE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Harold and Maude sit at the piano. They are playing in
duet the Love Waltz that they danced to. At the con-
clusion they congratulate themselves delightedly. Harold
gestures to the top of the piano.
Why are there no photographs
in these frames?
I took them out.
They mocked me. They were
representations of people I
dearly loved yet they knew
these people were gradually
fading from me, and that in
time all I would have left would
be vague feelings - but sharp
photographs! So I tossed them
out. My memory fades, I know.
But I prefer pictures made by
me with feeling, and not by
Kodak with silver nitrate.
I'll never forget you, Maude.
But I would like a photo of
Well, let me see.
She goes to the end of the bed and from beneath it, pulls
out an old box. She opens it and looks about.
I have something somewhere.
Let me see.
She takes out some papers.
Oh, yes. Here. Take this.
She pulls a photo from a document and hands it to Harold.
It's off my American visa.
They both sit on the edge of the bed. The fire burns
in the fireplace in front of them.
It looks like you. Thanks.
Harold, that picture is almost
twenty-five years old.
You haven't changed a bit. I'll
put it in my wallet.
He drops a cardboard clipping and hurriedly retrieves it.
Oh, you're not supposed to see
He turns away and puts them both in his wallet.
It's part of a surprise I'm
planning for tomorrow night.
It's going to be really...
(he turns around)
Maude, you're crying.
She holds the visa in her hand.
I was remembering how much this
meant to me. It was after the
war... I had nothing... except
my life. How different I was
then - and yet how the same.
You've never cried before. I
never thought you would. I
thought, despite anything, you
could always be happy.
Oh, Harold. You are so young.
She strokes his hair. The tears continue to fall.
What have they taught you?
Yes. I cry. I cry for you.
I cry for this.
I cry at beauty - a first snow,
a rose, a sunset.
As she talks through her tears, Harold is very moved.
He takes her hand.
I cry when a man tortures his
brother... when he repents and
begs forgiveness... when
forgiveness is refused... and
when it is granted. To cry is
to laugh. To laugh is to cry
... a uniquely human trait.
And the main thing in life, my
dear Harold, is not to be
afraid to be human.
They sit facing each other on the end of the bed. We
see from the bed the fire glowing behind them. Harold
brushes the tears from her eyes. He leans forward and
kisses her lightly on the lips.
They part for a moment. Then both lean forward and
kiss again, break and fall back onto the bed and OUT
OF CAMERA. The CAMERA ZOOMS SLOWLY FORWARD into the
138 THE NIGHT MONTAGE - WITH MUSIC
A lot of the sequence is soft focus, blurred edges, and
supered with colored carnival lights.
The images are not meant to appear overtly sexual but
rather - lyrically sensual - and fun!
139 HAROLD AND MAUDE
together in a Ferris Wheel as it begins to rise to the
140 HAROLD AND MAUDE ON A MERRY-GO-ROUND
holding hands across the aisle as their horses alternately
go up and down.
141 HAROLD AND MAUDE
on a roller coaster as it speeds around a curve and
plunges downhill. As it speeds around another curve
we burst into:
A hundred skyrockets bursting in air, with much NOISE.
The noise fades.
143 HAROLD AND MAUDE
lying on the grass, looking up at the fireworks reflected
in their faces. Their heads are nestled against each
other's shoulders. They look at each other and smile.
Harold lifts his outside arm and lays it around his head.
Maude puts her outside hand in his. They hold this
position and stare into each other's eyes, as the CAMERA
BEGINS A VERTICAL RISE.
DISSOLVE BACK TO:
144 THE FIRE IN MAUDE'S APARTMENT
at the same CAMERA POSITION that we went out on. The
fire is now out. The grate is cold. It is daylight.
We HEAR a cock crow.
145 INT. MAUDE'S APARTMENT - DAY
TIGHT SHOT of a hand picking cigarette ash into an ash-
tray. We PAN over and see that it is Harold sitting up
in bed, bare-chested, casually smoking. He takes a deep
drag and blows the smoke out in a manner that is decidedly
sexual. He smiles and looks down to his left.
We PAN OVER to include Maude lying beside him, the covers
demurely pulled up to her chin. She catches Harold's
smile and blushes coyly.
146 INT. CHASEN'S DEN - DAY
Mrs. Chasen is on the phone.
Fay, darling, I know Rene will
be furious but if you knew what
I've had to put up with in the
last couple of days...
Not now, Harold...
(into the phone)
You can't put me down for Monday?
Harold, please! I'm on the
Mother. I'm going to get
Fay, I'll call you back.
(she hangs up)
What did you say?
I'm getting married.
To a girl. Here.
He takes his wallet with the series of photos on it,
flips to one, and hands it to Mrs. Chasen. She looks
at it for a moment. She looks up.
I suppose you think this is
very funny, Harold.
She hands Harold back the wallet. It is indeed the
picture of a large sunflower, clipped from a dealer's
catalog. Harold, a little ruffled, finds the correct
photo of Maude and hands it to his mother.
Mrs. Chasen examines it. She squints her eyes to clear
her vision and looks again.
(in a strained voice)
You can't be serious?
147 CLOSEUP - HAROLD
He smiles proudly.
148 INT. PSYCHIATRIST'S OFFICE - DAY
Mrs. Chasen is lying on the couch. She turns to the
149 INT. UNCLE VICTOR'S OFFICE - DAY
Uncle Victor sits at his desk. A picture of the Presi-
dent of the United States is over his right shoulder.
He is addressing the camera as the President addresses
(a painful confrontation)
Harold, your mother has spoken to me
about your marriage plan, and though
normally I have nothing against
marriage, I don't think this is eh...
quite normal. Now, I don't want to
remind you of the unpleasant incident
that occurred the other day. I think
it is best if we consider that
forgotten. But I do think that it
would be wisest for you not to leave
the house or indulge in any kind of
activity that would be newsworthy.
This marriage would attract attention,
and, frankly Harold, I don't think you
need a wife. You need a nurse.
150 INT. PSYCHIATRIST'S OFFICE - DAY
The psychiatrist sits at his desk. A picture of Sigmund
Freud is over his right shoulder. He too seems to be
addressing the nation.
There's no doubt, Harold, this
impending marriage adds another
chapter to an already fascinating
case. But let us examine it, and
I think you'll realize there is a
simple Freudian explanation for
your romantic attachment to this
older woman. It is known as the
Oedipus Complex, a very common
neurosis, particularly in this
society, whereby the male child
subconsciously wishes to sleep
with his mother.
Of course, what puzzles me,
Harold, is that you want to
sleep with your grandmother.
151 INT. PRIEST'S OFFICE - DAY
It is the same little old priest we have met earlier.
He sits at his desk and addresses the camera like a TV
audience. A picture of the Pope is over his right
shoulder; a picture of Jesus Christ over his left.
(very reasoned and slow)
Now, Harold, the Church has
nothing against the union of
the old and the young. Each
age has its own beauty. But a
marital union is concerned with
the conjugal rights. And the
procreation of children. I
would be remiss in my duties if
I did not tell you that the
idea of --
- intercourse - the fact of
your young, firm --
-- body commingling with the
withered flesh, sagging breasts,
and flabby buttocks - makes me --
- want to vomit.
152 INT. CHASEN'S DEN - CLOSEUP - HAROLD - DAY
But you didn't ask if I love
153 INSERTS - THREE FAST CLOSEUPS
of Uncle Victor, the psychiatrist, and the priest, as
they register a chagrined reaction to Harold.
154 INT. CHASEN'S DEN - DAY
The CLOSEUP HAROLD in Shot 152 is PULLED BACK to include
Love? Love? What do you know
about her? Where does she come
from? Where did you meet her?
At a funeral.
Oh... That's wonderful... I
get an eighty-year-old pallbearer
for a daughter-in-law! Be
reasonable, Harold! You're
dealing with your life! What
will people say?!
I don't care what people say.
You don't care! "Miss Shroud
of 1890 Weds the Boy of a
Thousand Deaths!" Listen to me...
Harold gets up to go.
What are you doing, Harold?
You can't leave me.
She follows him to the door.
Where are you going?
He turns at the door.
I'm going to marry the woman
This is insane.
Perhaps it is.
155 INT. MAUDE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
In the hallway Harold and Maude are giggling as Harold
finishes putting a blindfold around Maude's eyes.
I hope that isn't too tight.
Okay. Here we go.
He opens the door leading her by the hand.
Oh, I love surprises! Makes me
feel so - chiffon!
156 INT. MAUDE'S APARTMENT - THE MAIN ROOM
The door opens and Harold leads in Maude. He stands
Maude in front of the CAMERA and with theatrical bravado
removes the handkerchief. She blinks and looks around.
A radiant joy fills her face.
157 MAUDE'S POV
The room is filled with over a hundred sunflowers.
Hanging over the fireplace is a banner saying:
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAUDE"
158 MED. SHOT - HAROLD AND MAUDE
Oh, Harold, it is dazzling.
They are all so... so beautiful!
Harold begins humming the Love Waltz.
This way, m'lady.
He dances Maude over to the table.
Supper for two.
Oh, you've thought of everything.
It's all right. It's organic.
He hands her a single daisy in a vase. Maude takes out
the daisy and smiles.
And after dinner, one more
He puts a tiny ring box on the table.
... which I hope will make
you very happy.
Oh, I am happy, Harold.
Ecstatically happy. I couldn't
imagine a lovelier farewell.
Why yes. It's my eightieth
But you're not going anywhere, are you?
Oh yes, dear. I took the pills
an hour ago. I should be gone
159 CLOSEUP - HAROLD
He can't believe it.
160 CLOSEUP - MAUDE
161 CLOSEUP - HAROLD
He believes it.
QUICK CUT TO:
162 EXT. DOWNTOWN STREET - NIGHT
With SIRENS WAILING, an ambulance tears around a corner.
Cars pull over as it speeds down the street.
163 INT. THE AMBULANCE - NIGHT
Maude is lying down. She holds the daisy in her hand.
She would be perfectly happy but for her concern over
Harold, who is highly overwrought and crying desperately.
He is kneeling beside her. The SIRENS WAIL loudly
Oh, Harold! What a fuss this is.
Maude, please. Don't die.
I couldn't bear it. Please,
But, Harold, we begin to die
as soon as we are born. What
is so strange about death? It's
no surprise. It's part of
life. It's change.
But why now?
I thought eighty was a good
I feel giddy.
But Maude, you don't understand.
I love you. Do you hear me?
I've never said that to anyone
in my life before. You're the
first. Maude. Please don't
Oh, Harold, don't upset
It's true. I can't live without
"And this too shall pass away."
Never! Never! I'll never forget
you. I wanted to marry you.
Don't you understand! I love
you. I love you!
Oh! That's wonderful, Harold.
Go - and love some more.
164 EXT. THE PARKING LOT OF HOSPITAL EMERGENCY - NIGHT
The ambulance SCREAMS in and stops. The two attendants
open up the back. They slide Maude onto a gurney and
wheel her toward the door.
Hold on, Maude! Hold on!
We'll be there soon. Please,
just hold on.
He runs ahead.
Hold on? Hold on?
Oh, Harold, how absurd.
Harold goes to push open the doors. They open auto-
matically. Maude is wheeled through.
165 INT. AT THE EMERGENCY RECEIVING DESK - NIGHT
A feisty, old, redheaded NURSE is explaining operations
to a rather simpleminded STUDENT NURSE.
A GANGLING INTERN with horn-rimmed glasses looks on.
Maude enters on the gurney. The ambulance men move
off to the back counter and talk as they fill out their
Harold is almost hysterical.
Maude, on the other hand, is very calm. She holds the
daisy and hums to herself Maude's Song.
(NOTE: This scene goes very fast with much of the
dialogue dovetailed and ad libs overlapping in the
Please. There's been an
accident, an overdose of pills.
We've got to see a doctor. It's
All right, now go ahead and
get the particulars.
Eh, what's your name?
It's not me. It's her.
It's better to begin by asking
last name first, then first
name, then middle name or
initial, if any. It saves
What is your last name?
Chardin. Dame Marjorie. But
you may call me Maude.
Please! She has got to see a
doctor right away.
Young man, perhaps you ought to
wait in the waiting room.
How old are you?
Eighty. It's my birthday.
Oh, many happy returns.
No. I don't think so.
You don't understand. She's
taken an overdose of pills two
hours ago. She hasn't got much
The intern creeps round from behind.
Could I have your signature on
this? It's just a formality.
Delighted! I like your hair so
It's in case of damage claims,
you know, so we - the hospital
- won't be responsible for...
(to student nurse)
Always use a ballpoint pen.
It's more efficient.
Please, don't you realize?
She is dying.
Well, not dying, actually.
I'm changing. You know, like
from winter to spring. Of
course, it is a big step to
Not that anything regrettable
is going to happen. It's just
Well, then, perhaps you'd
better skip the preliminaries
and get to the important section.
All right. Ah, what is your
Social Security number?
Purely a legal safeguard.
Nothing personal, you understand.
No. Ask about the insurance.
The hospital insurance.
Do you have any insurance?
Blue Cross? Blue Shield?
Insurance against what?
She notes it down.
This is madness.
I'm sorry but there is always
a two-hour wait for the
It's nothing personal. It's
A DOCTOR and TWO NURSES enter.
What's the trouble?
An overdose of drugs .
Do you have a welfare plan at
your place of employment?
Doctor, please. She has taken
these pills. You've got to
do something .
All right. Take her in there.
They start wheeling her away.
It's nothing personal.
And who's the next of kin?
She holds the daisy in her hand. She waves to Harold
as they push her through the doors.
Farewell, Harold. It's been
all such fun.
The doors swing shut. She is gone. Harold stands alone.
166 INT. HOSPITAL WAITING ROOM - NIGHT TO DAY
CAMERA LOCKED DOWN. Harold sits on a couch. To his
right is a window, to his left a chair and a lighted
lamp. He waits.
SLOW DISSOLVE TO:
Harold sits in the chair. He waits.
SLOW DISSOLVE TO:
168 ANOTHER ANGLE
Harold stands by the window. It is dawn. The lights
go out. It is daylight. We HEAR the laughter of a
169 CLOSEUP - HAROLD
He is looking out the window.
170 HAROLD'S POV
Down on the lawn we see a MOTHER playing with her BABY.
He is squealing with delight as she lifts him high into
the air again and again.
171 EXT. THE HOSPITAL LAWN - CLOSEUP - DAY
of the mother and the laughing baby.
172 THEIR POV
We see Harold standing forlorn at the window.
173 ANOTHER ANGLE
The doctor comes up to speak to him. The doctor shakes
174 THEIR POV
Harold turns back to the window. The doctor leaves.
All the time the baby is laughing.
175 CLOSEUP - HAROLD
We see Harold through the window screen. He is crying.
He can HEAR the baby's laughter. He turns and walks away.
176 INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR - DAY
Harold is crying. He walks down the hospital corridor.
177 HIS POV - THE MATERNITY WARD
He passes the maternity ward. Laughing parents pointing
at screaming infants. Their noise overrides the
laughing baby and joins the rising intensity of the
178 BACK TO HAROLD
Harold walks faster. His face is drawn with pain and tears.
We TRACK before him. He looks left and sees:
179 A WOMAN
in a room, delirious with pain.
180 A MAN
in disheveled pajamas walks from his room like a
bewildered child, dribbling food down his front.
181 BACK TO HAROLD
He keeps walking fast. He looks right and sees:
182 A FAMILY GROUP
who have just been told of a death. They cry in each
A TEN-YEAR-OLD BOY confused, looks up at them, and
begins to sob.
QUICK CUT TO:
183 EXT. A SEA CLIFF ROAD - DAY
Harold's mini hearse swerves around the corner at high
speed. Dust rises and tires screech.
On the TRACK the crying has stopped but the MUSIC is
building to a new climax.
184 INT. HAROLD'S HEARSE - DAY
Harold, ignoring the tears rolling down his cheeks,
grips the wheel hard and drives like a man with an
185 EXT. THE ROCKS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE CLIFF
We see them from the car window.
186 ANGLE - THE CAR
dangerously close to the edge.
187 CLOSEUP - HAROLD
He seems possessed.
188 LOW ANGLE SHOT FROM THE FRONT BUMPER OF THE CAR
The road rushes past as we maneuver around treacherous
189 EXT. THE ROCKS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE CLIFF
190 CLOSEUP - HAROLD
He makes a sudden right-hand turn and drives out on a
promontory toward the sea.
191 LOW ANGLE SHOT FROM THE FRONT BUMPER OF THE CAR
We see dirt and grass race beneath us -
We bump over rocks -
We see the edge.
193 ANOTHER ANGLE
We reach the edge of the cliff - we plunge off into
194 EXT. THE PROMONTORY - EXTREME LONG SHOT - DAY
The little hearse falls from the cliff, crashing at the
bottom, and bursting into flame.
195 EXT. ON TOP OF THE CLIFF - DAY
We look down at the burning vehicle. We HOLD and watch
196 LONG SHOT
Gradually the fire dies down.
Suddenly we hear the fumbled pluckings of Maude's Song
on a banjo. It stops.
197 PANNING SHOT
We PAN up left and there is Harold as large as life.
He takes a look over the cliff.
198 HIS POV
His hearse is still quietly burning.
199 BACK TO HAROLD
He wipes his nose with the back of his hand and tries
again on the banjo.
He barely gets the melody started before he is lost.
Summoning up all his concentration, he tries again, and
this time he manages to get the fingering right. He
continues playing and turns away from the edge.
200 EXT. TRACKING SHOT IN FRONT OF HAROLD - DAY
He started slow but now he is gradually beginning to
play the song in its original upbeat tempo. He gets
better and better at it. The song is very catching
and Harold's tear-stained face registers what could
be a smile. He walks by the CAMERA and we turn with
him, and HOLD.
A full orchestra joins in the playing and we watch
Harold amble down the road, strumming along, until he
is only a small figure in the distance.
Screenplay by Colin Higgins