THE CATCHER IN THE RYE

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THE CATCHER IN THE RYE
By Kevin Flinn
Based on the novel by J.D. Salinger
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THE CATCHER IN THE RYE 1
FADE IN:
EXT. FOOTBALL FIELD – AFTERNOON
Two teams of prep schoolers in 1950s football gear SMASH into
each other. On one side of the field sit bleachers full of
bundled-up fans, CHEERING and waving banners that read PENCEY.
The players and fans exhale clouds of breath into the blustery
December air. Another play, more CRACKS of helmets and referees’
WHISTLES.
As the offense huddles, a defender looks past the goalposts, up
the steep, grassy hill beyond…
EXT. THOMSEN HILL – SAME
A Revolutionary War cannon on wheels stands guard over the game
below. Sitting on his haunches next to the cannon is lanky
HOLDEN CAULFIELD (16), wearing a red HUNTING HAT.
Shivering, Holden blows into his hands and then stuffs them in
his coat pockets. The home fans YELL deep and terrific as Holden
surveys the scene like he’s looking for something or someone.
Holden leaps to his feet and scrunches his face, thinking.
Suddenly, he turns his back to the game and takes off on a
sprint down the other side of the hill.
EXT. PENCEY CAMPUS – SAME
Holden runs through the campus of a beautiful East Coast prep
school—-Gothic brick buildings, leafless trees flocked with
snow, paved walkways, holiday wreaths on lampposts. The campus
is empty because of the football game.
He stops at the main gate and catches his breath for a moment,
breathing heavy PUFFS of cold air. He takes off again, this time
across a busy four-lane road (without looking, of course).
Cars HONK and swerve to avoid him. Holden slips on a patch of
ice but doesn’t fall.
THE CATCHER IN THE RYE 2
EXT. SPENCER HOUSE – SAME
Holden safely reaches the other side of the street and
approaches a modest one-story brick home. He RINGS the doorbell
quickly and repeatedly.
HOLDEN
C’mon, c’mon. Open the door.
Holden bounces from one foot to the other as he waits, his eyes
rolling impatiently. The door cracks open to reveal MRS. SPENCER
(70s) in a housedress and apron. She’s genuinely glad to see
him.
MRS. SPENCER
Holden! How lovely to see you! Come
in, dear. Are you frozen to death?
INT. SPENCER HOUSE - SAME
Mrs. Spencer opens the door wide and Holden brushes past her.
It’s cozy, but the furnishings are those of older people.
HOLDEN
How are you, Mrs. Spencer? How’s
Mr. Spencer?
MRS. SPENCER
Let me take your coat, dear.
As Mrs. Spencer hangs Holden’s coat in a hall closet, he runs
his hand through his crew-cut hair. It’s mostly brown, but on
one side he has nearly all gray hair.
HOLDEN
(loudly)
How’ve you been, Mrs. Spencer?
MRS. SPENCER
I’ve been just fine, Holden. How
have you been?
HOLDEN
Fine. How’s Mr. Spencer? He over
his grippe yet?