Moonrise Kingdom

Written by

Wes Anderson & Roman Coppola

May 1, 2011

INT. BISHOP'S HOUSE. DAY

A landing at the top of a crooked, wooden staircase. There is a threadbare, braided rug on the floor. There is a long, wide corridor decorated with faded paintings of sailboats and battleships. The wallpapers are sun-bleached and peeling at the corners except for a few newly-hung strips which are clean and bright. A small easel sits stored in the corner.

Outside, a hard rain falls, drumming the roof and rattling the gutters.

A ten-year-old boy in pajamas comes up the steps carefully eating a bowl of cereal as he walks. He is Lionel. Lionel slides open the door to a low cabinet under the window. He takes out a portable record player, puts a disc on the turntable, and sets the needle into the spinning groove.

A child's voice says over the speaker:

As Lionel listens, three other children wander out of their bedrooms and down to the landing.

The first is an eight-year-old boy in a bathrobe. He is Murray. The second is a nine-year-old boy in white boxer shorts and a white undershirt. He is Rudy. The third is a twelve-year-old girl in a cardigan sweater with knee-high socks and brightly polished, patent-leather shoes. She is Suzy. She carries a one-month-old striped kitten.

The boys drop down to the floor next to their brother. They lie on their stomachs with their chins propped up on their fists, listening.

Suzy sits in the windowsill. She opens a book called Shelly and the Secret Universe. There is an illustration on the cover of a young gymnast with a glowing amulet around her neck.

Suzy starts to read -- then pauses. She lowers her book. She raises a pair of junior binoculars to her eyes. She looks out into the rain. 2.

EXT. BISHOP'S HOUSE. DAY

A rickety, three-story, stone-and-shingle house on a hillside with turrets and a widow's walk. A weather vane swings creaking on the roof. Tree tops sway in a cluster below. The sea is almost invisible in the misting rain, and the mainland is a shadow across the sound. Suzy sits in the high window, watching.

TITLES OVER:

The family stuck indoors all day out of the rain.

In bedrooms, bathrooms, and corridors, we see the boys. They shoot marbles. They throw jacks. They play cards. They eat grilled cheese sandwiches together in the kitchen.

In half-open doorways, we see the parents. Mr. Bishop is a tall, fifty-year-old man in Madras trousers and horn-rimmed glasses. He reads the newspaper and drinks coffee. Mrs. Bishop is a tan, forty-five-year-old woman in a Lilly Pulitzer-type wrap-around skirt. She washes her hair, topless, in the kitchen sink.

In windows, we see Suzy with her binoculars. She watches wet branches shaking in the woods. She watches a man in a slicker fishing from a row-boat. She watches a white colt in a field. She eats a bowl of tomato soup alone in the pantry.

In the distance, a seaplane flies by below the clouds.

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The edge of a cliff above a white beach. A rocky peninsula curls into the background. Brisk wind rustles the tall grass. A fifty-year-old man, bald on top with long hair on the sides, stands next to a surveyor's levelling instrument on a tripod. He wears rubber boots and a parka. He is the narrator. He speaks to the camera:

EXT. SCOUT CAMP. DAY

A clearing in the woods with ten small, khaki tents pitched in a row. A banner on a flag-pole ripples in the wind. It reads Camp Ivanhoe. A bugler in a khaki uniform with a yellow neckerchief plays a staccato tattoo. He has a gauze patch over one eye. He is Lazy-Eye.

A thirty-five-year-old man in the same uniform emerges through the flaps of a larger tent. He is Scout Master Ward. He puts on a wide-brimmed felt hat. A badge on the crown reads Khaki Scouts, Troop 55. He lights a cigarette. A thin scout with curly hair and sunglasses joins him at his side. He is Gadge.

Gadge flips open a small, spiral-bound note-book. Scout Master Ward goes over to a latrine made from thick sticks and rope. A tall, stooped scout digs a trench next to it with an army-shovel. He is Deluca.

Deluca stops digging. He pulls on a rope and water runs down a chute. It bursts through a valve, spins a little door, and a small, red flag flips up. Scout Master Ward nods.

Gadge makes a note. Scout Master Ward strides away. He stops in front of a scout with long hair over his eyes sitting on a stump twisting something in his fingers. He is Roosevelt.

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A small, woven, multi-colored cord with a rabbit's foot attached to the end of it. It has been braided exceedingly badly and is brutally twisted and misshapen. 4.

Scout Master Ward studies the lanyard briefly. He looks perplexed. He pats Roosevelt on the back gently and does a secret handshake with him. Gadge makes a note. Scout Master Ward strides away.

An off-road motorcycle races by in the background behind the tents. It jumps a mound of dirt, kicks sideways in the air, and revs away riding a wheelie. Scout Master Ward frowns.

Scout Master Ward stops in front of a pile of boards and logs stacked six feet high. A thick-set scout with black hair and a crooked tooth approaches with more logs in his arms. He is Skotak.

Skotak points up. Scout Master Ward squints. There is a small platform under construction about sixty feet above them. Two scouts are sawing something in half on it. Scout Master Ward looks astonished.

Scout Master Ward circles around the trunk while looking up at the tree house. He stammers:

Gadge makes a note. Skotak looks sheepish. Scout Master Ward strides away. He stops in front of a very small scout with tiny eyes poking at an anthill with a stick. He appears to be contemplating pouring lighter fluid on it. He is Nickleby.

Nickleby stands up. He looks extremely disheveled. 5.

Gadge makes a note. Nickleby slouches. Scout Master Ward strides away. He stops in front of a work-bench covered with newspaper where one scout sifts green powder through a funnel into cardboard tubes and another makes wax stoppers with a metal press. They are Panagle and Izod. A sign on the side of the table reads No Smoking. Scout Master Ward hands his cigarette to Gadge, who holds it away at arm's length.

Gadge shakes his head. Scout Master Ward turns to Izod.

Izod dashes around the corner. Scout Master Ward strides away. He shouts:

The motorcycle skids to a stop in front of Scout Master Ward, engulfing him in a thick cloud of dust. He coughs and waves his arms in the air. As the smoke clears, we see that the rider is a bronze, all-American-looking boy with blond hair. He is Redford. His motorcycle has flames painted on the gas tank. He tries to cover for himself:

Gadge makes a note. Redford scowls. Scout Master Ward strides away. He walks past a scout in a white apron cooking bacon over a charcoal grill. He is Chef.

Chef rings a bell hanging on a post. Scout Master Ward arrives at a long picnic table. He sits down and opens a magazine called Indian Corn. There is a picture on the cover of a scout troop crossing a bridge in Indonesia.

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The first page. A caption across the top reads Scout Master- in-Chief. There is a drawing of a seventy-year-old man on horseback. He has silver hair and a moustache. A signature below reads Commander Pierce. There is a quotation in large text: "An eagle was never hatched from a goose's egg."

As Scout Master Ward reads, all the scouts begin to join him one-by-one. They range in age from twelve to fifteen. They unscrew the tops of tin mess-kits and assemble folding utensils. The chef brings a tray of scrambled eggs to the table. The scouts serve themselves noisily.

Scout Master Ward starts to take a sip of coffee from a metal cup -- then stops. He looks up from his magazine.

Scout Master Ward silently reels off a list of names, scanning the troop. He turns and shouts across the camp:

Silence. Scout Master Ward calls to Lazy-Eye:

Lazy-Eye plays another tattoo. Silence.

Scout Master Ward closes his magazine. He flicks his cigarette into a red bucket labelled Fire. He picks up a strip of bacon and chews on it as he rises to his feet and walks down the row of smaller tents. The last one is sealed 7.

at the front. Scout Master Ward stands with his hands on his hips and says:

Scout Master Ward tugs on the tent's flaps. He frowns. He says to Gadge:

The other scouts begin to gather with their tin breakfast plates in their hands, watching curiously while they eat. Scout Master Ward's voice softens:

Scout Master Ward looks concerned. He produces a wooden- handled scout pocket-knife. He unfolds a few blades and gadgets and decides quickly on a thin tool with a hook on the end. He crouches down and slips the hook through a small gap at the base of the flap, twists left and right, then pulls up briskly, unzipping the tent.

INT. SCOUT TENT. DAY

The lining of the tent is printed with images of trees and pine cones, and a plaid rug covers the floor. There is a foot locker, a gas lamp, a chair with a folded blanket over it, and an empty cot. Scout Master Ward steps inside slowly, bent over, examining the space. He lifts the lid of the foot locker. He looks under the corner of the mattress. He picks up a piece of folded yellow notebook paper sticking out from under a pillow. He opens it and stares at it. He turns suddenly to the chair against the wall of the tent and slides it aside.

There is neat but slightly jagged hole the size of a basketball cut through the fabric in the back corner. Scout Master Ward looks to his staring troop.

EXT. POLICE STATION. DAY

A one-room bungalow with a sign on the door that reads Island Police. There is a wood-panelled station wagon parked alongside it with roller-lights on the roof and a sheriff's office insignia on the door. (This is the only car on the island.) A dock stretches from the cottage into a small 8.

harbor. There is a launch moored at the end of it which bobs in the rough tide.

A silver Airstream trailer is parked under a tree nearby.

A six-foot tall, forty-five-year-old man sits on a stool fishing from the side of the dock. He wears a short-sleeved police uniform with a black necktie and a baseball cap. His glasses have clear, plastic frames and a strap. He is Captain Sharp.

Two grouchy, leathery, very old men in plaid flannel and hunting caps fish alongside Captain Sharp. A speaker on a post emits an electric buzz. Captain Sharp turns. He stands up briskly and says to one of the old men:

INT. POLICE STATION. DAY

A small office with a desk, a file cabinet, and a two-way radio. Captain Sharp comes inside, sits down, grabs a microphone, and presses a red button on the side of it with his thumb.

Scout Master Ward's voice comes over a crackly speaker:

Captain Sharp pours himself a cup of coffee from a pot on a hot-plate as he answers distractedly:

Silence. Captain Sharp frowns slightly.

Captain Sharp slowly stirs sugar into his coffee as he contemplates this. He says finally:

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A sheet of wide-ruled yellow paper which reads in a boy's PENCILED SCRAWL:

Dear Scout Master Ward, I am very sad to inform you I can no longer be involved with the Khaki Scouts of North America. The rest of the troop will probably be glad to hear this. It is not your fault. Best wishes, Sam Shakusky.

Captain Sharp scratches his head. He checks his watch. Pause.

EXT. POST OFFICE. DAY

A clapboard cottage surrounded by a white, picket fence. A sign on the door reads U.S. Mail. Captain's Sharp station wagon is parked in the background.

INT. POST OFFICE. DAY

A young woman with her hair in a bun sits at an operator's switchboard eating a sandwich wrapped in wax-paper. She is Becky. She wears bulky head-phones with a microphone attached. Captain Sharp paces behind her. Scout Master Ward flips through a stack of letters and post cards.

A bell rings on the switchboard. Becky plugs cords into sockets.

Becky signals to Captain Sharp and Scout Master Ward. They sit down quickly and put on their own sets of operator head- phones.

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Split-screen. On one side of the frame, we see Captain Sharp, Scout Master Ward, and Becky. On the other side, we see a seventy-five-year-old man with a grizzled face sitting at a kitchen table drinking coffee and smoking a cigarette while a white-haired woman ices a cake in the background. They are Mr. and Mrs. Billingsley. Mr. Billingsley says into his TELEPHONE:

Captain Sharp, Scout Master Ward, and Becky all look puzzled. Captain Sharp says evenly:

Long pause. No one moves except Mrs. Billingsley icing her cake. Captain Sharp says finally:

Mr. Billingsley frowns. He says, surprised:

Mrs. Billingsley has stopped icing her cake. She watches Mr. Billingsley. Scout Master Ward interjects:

Scout Master Ward holds up a manila file-card. Mr. Billingsley shrugs.

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The manila file-card. It is labelled Khaki Scout Register. Sam Shakusky is typed across the top line. There is an address, health information, and a small, faded snap-shot stapled to the corner of it of a twelve-year-old boy standing in a sunny tobacco field. He wears his scout uniform with a Davy Crockett-style coon-skin cap.

Scout Master Ward looks quickly through his stack of letters. He stops and pulls out an air-mail envelope. He stares at it. Captain Sharp says forcefully but highly agitated:

Mr. Billingsley hangs up the telephone. Becky pulls the cords out of their sockets. Captain Sharp looks to Scout Master Ward. Silence.

Becky opens a tin of home-made chocolate chip cookies. Captain Sharp declines one. Scout Master Ward tries one. He looks very impressed.

EXT. SCOUT CAMP. DAY

Scout Master Ward stands on a bench addressing his assembled troop. The scouts are equipped for hiking with back-packs and walking-sticks.

Lazy-Eye raises his hand. Scout Master Ward points to him.