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