All language subtitles for The Plastic Dome of Norma Jean (1966).en

(soft harmonica music)

(birds chirping)

(horn bellowing)

- Come on.

(soft adventurous music)

(truck engine rumbling)

- [Vance] Hey, hold it!

- [Norma] Wait, that's our package.

- [Vance] Hey, that's ours. (whistles)

- [Norma] You reckon it's really in there?

- [Vance] Well to tell you the truth,

I didn't think it'd so big.

- [Operator] Hey, this thing yours?

- Yes.

- [Operator] What do you
want me to do with it?

- Just hold on.

C'mon. I've got an idea.

(soft adventurous music)

- [Driver] Hurry up, man.

(soft adventurous music)

- Now where are we going?

- Straight for Table Rock.

- Just think it's all in
that big box every bit of it.

- And when we get there,

I've got to find some way
to blow that thing up.

- You mean like a big balloon?

- I reckon.

That's what it said in the catalog.

- [Norma] That's what
it said in the catalog.

(soft adventurous music)

And then you're gonna
play your guitar and sing?

- [Vance] Yup.

- And all them tourists are
gonna come and listen to ya?

- Yup.

I hope so.

(soft adventurous music)

(critters chittering)

Norma Jean?

♪ Norma Jean, baby ♪

- Did you find anyone to help?

- Oh, I asked a lot of folks,

but none of them seem to
know what I'm talking about.

I say plastic dome and
it strikes them kinda funny.

- Well what are we gonna do

if we can't find no one
to help us put it up?

- I've got a surprise for you.

Now you can climb to the top of the crate.

- Well why would you want
me to do a thing like that?

- So you could get one of your feelings.

- (chuckles) Oh Vance.

You know it don't work like that.

- I know it don't.

But if you were just to touch it,

you know the way you used
to touch things at homes

to get feelings about them.

- Well I can try.

- Be careful.

- Oh, I'm not afraid.

- [Vance] Norma Jean?

- I don't feel nothin'.

- Well keep trying

Norma Jean.

- I still don't feel nothin'.

- Well you just sit up there for a spell.

♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa ♪

- Vance, Vance.

I feel it. I feel it.

♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa ♪

♪ I don't have much money
'cause I'm a poor boy ♪

♪ Livin' life for free when you're a poor boy ♪

♪ I can't spend my
money on this and that ♪

♪ You can't tell me I
don't know where it's at ♪

♪ I know what I am ♪

♪ That's what I wanna be ♪

♪ I don't have no car, but I got my feet ♪

♪ I don't care if I'm a poor boy ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa ♪

♪ People put me down
for stayin' a poor boy ♪

♪ But I won't be pushed
around for bein' a poor boy ♪

♪ My girlfriends sweet
as they should be ♪

♪ I ain't have to impress nobody but me ♪

♪ I don't eat out ♪

♪ I don't eat in ♪

♪ 'Cause I know where it's at
and it ain't where it's been ♪

♪ I don't care if I'm a poor boy ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa ♪

♪ Don't need more happen
and I got no friends ♪

♪ But sooner or later and I'll be dead ♪

♪ I don't care if I'm a poor boy ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa ♪

(critters chittering)

- Vance, these are the ones
that are gonna help us.

Andy.

Francis.

Bobo.

- (chuckles) Say, that's pretty good.

What's the trick?

- Well there ain't no trick.

She just does that sometimes.

(both chuckling)

- Hey, what you got in this here box?

- Plastic dome.

- We're gonna put it up

so Vance can play his
guitar for the tourists.

- Ooh.
- Hey, that's some idea.

- Hey, what's this plastic dome made of?

- Plastic, stupid.

- How many you think it'll hold?

- 'Bout 300.

- Wouldn't you say a dome

that could hold 300 could use a quartet?

- I thought it was a trio.

- No. Quartet, stupid.

- Quartet?

- Yes, a quartet.

Do you know what a quartet is?

- Yeah, quartet is one, two, three.

- No, quartet is four.

One, two, three, four.

- What do you say?

You in?

- I told you I heard music.

- We're far enough outta town
here to give us a head start,

that is before people start
askin' too many questions.

- Well have you any idea

of how we're gonna get this thing up?

- That's what Bobo's all about.

♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa ♪

♪ I don't have much money
'cause I'm a poor boy ♪

♪ Livin' life for free when you're a poor boy ♪

♪ I can't spend my
money on this and that ♪

♪ You can't tell me I
don't know where it's at ♪

♪ I know what I am ♪

♪ That's what I wanna be ♪

♪ I don't have no car, but I got my feet ♪

♪ I don't care if I'm a poor boy ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa ♪

♪ People put me down
for stayin' a poor boy ♪

♪ But I won't be pushed
around for bein' a poor boy ♪

♪ My girlfriends sweet
as they should be ♪

♪ I ain't have to impress nobody but me ♪

♪ I don't eat out ♪

♪ I don't eat in ♪

♪ 'Cause I know where it's at
and it ain't where it's been ♪

♪ I don't care if I'm a poor boy ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa ♪

- Vance, how much are we gonna
have to pay for all this?

(rhythmic retro music)

- Anyone interested in seeing

the most amazing plastic
dome ever to be created

since the beginning of man,
just come on up to Table Rock.

Come on up and dance to the music

of the Plastic Dome Quartet.

Tomorrow night.

That's tomorrow night on Table Rock.

(rhythmic retro music)

- Whatcha got in that big box?

- It's a surprise.

- It's a bear.

- It's a bear all right.

(rhythmic retro music)

(birds chirping)
(group chattering)

Let's go.
- Come on!

Come on. It's magic.

It's magic.

- Is it really?

Is it really?

Is it really magic?

- [Andy] 'Course it's magic.

Isn't it, Francis?

- [Francis] Remember, this is your idea.

- [Andy] Follow me.

C'mon.

C'mon.

- Oh, hi little buddy.
- Hello.

(group laughing)

Woo! (claps)

- Open it. Open it.
- Okay. All right, all right.

- [Francis] Just open it. Come on.

- Yeah, I got it.
- You keep outta there.

All right, open it up.

(group chattering)

(soft serene music)
(birds chirping)

- Pony.

Be a good pony.

- How you doin', Bear?

- Hey.

Look, a piano.

A piano.

- There's no piano.

♪ Ping ♪

- It's a log.

- No, it's a piano.

(soft mystical music)

(Norma laughing)

- Oh. (claps)

(Mysterious Man laughing)

(soft mystical music)

- What is it?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Let's go back.

(birds chirping)

- A boy of 19, Elvis Cartwright,

is buried alive in this old cave.

The whole country has come to his aid.

But as of yet,

no conclusion has been reached
on how he might be saved.

Rescue teams are in
conference this very moment.

Meanwhile, his companion
Buddy Simon waits anxiously.

Buddy, I understand that you're a member

of the National Speleological Society.

I wonder if you could
tell us what that is.

- Yes, it's a society for
speleologists and cavers,

people who are interested
in studying caves.

- Are both you and Elvis
members of the society?

- Yes, we are.

- How long have you been members?

- Right at five years.

- [Jack] Have you ever
been in this cave before?

- No, we hadn't.

- [Jack] Buddy, I wonder
if you could tell us

just what happened.

- Well Elvis and I came
up here this weekend

and we were inside prowling around.

And we noticed this light coming
down through an air shaft,

so we started climbing up it

and then the rocks started moving.

- [Jack] Then what happened?

- Did you travel far?

(rhythmic retro music)

Come right in. $1.00, $1.00.

What do you say? $1.00.

You can have a real good look

at a big plastic dome from the inside.

Much better lookin' inside
and it's only a dollar.

That's it. Thank you very much.

(rhythmic retro music)

All the dance that you can eat.

Go on right in now.

Well you and your charge
can go right in, ladies.

Not yours I hope?

(spectator chuckling)

- Well come on. Where
you goin' there, boy?

Where you goin' there?

Come here.
- Can we get in?

- What?
- Can we get in?

- No, you're not. It's a dollar, boy.

Come here.

Oh, that's all right. Go on in.

(rhythmic retro music)

- Oh, come on in. C'mon in.

C'mon. Don't be bashful.

We do a little singin' and

try our best to give you a good time.

(thunder rumbling)

(thunder crackling)

(soft retro music)

Let's face it.

The dome doesn't work.

You need a liquor license.

That costs money.

We need publicity.

That costs money.

- Well maybe we could take
the dome someplace else.

- Forget it.

It'd be the same any place.

We need money. You need
money to sell somethin'.

- What do we have?

You can't get no place else.

- We need a gimmick. That's all.

(rain pattering)

- There's trouble comin'.

- Turn out the lights.

- What is it?

- I don't know, but Norma
Jean'd never be wrong

about things like that.

Andy, the lights.

(rain pattering)
(Andy whistling)

And be quiet.

(thunder rumbling)
(siren wailing)

- [Mayor] Well looks like we missed 'em.

- [Officer] They must've got rained out.

- [Mayor] I wasn't anxious
to give 'em a summons anyway.

- [Officer] They can't go
squatting without a license.

- [Mayor] I know.

(rain pattering)

(thunder crackling)

- How'd you know they
was comin', Norma Jean?

- The same way I first knew your names.

It just come to me.

- That's it.

That's it.

How could I be so stupid?

Just how do you get these
feelings, Norma Jean?

- Well it ain't always the same.

But sometimes by just touching things.

- Here. Touch this.

What do you feel?

And tell me somethin' about
it. About me, anything.

- Your heart is beating
very fast inside you.

You're flying somewhere.

This afternoon,

you said you were alone.

(soft mystical music)
(rain pattering)

Why did you lie to me?

- She can do it.

She can really do it

and I did lie to her.

Don't you see what I'm gettin' at?

She can really do it.

Look, we set her up in this dome

just to get the place rollin'.

This country is full of nuts
that would come to see her.

We put her on each night.

Let her go through a routine.

It'll drive the country wild.

It's our only chance.

What do you say, Vance?

- It's up to Norma Jean.

- Come on, Norma Jean.

Do it for your old Bobo.

- But I can't do it every time.

- But the shirt.

- That was something different.

- She doesn't wanna do it.

- Let Norma Jean tell Bobo
she doesn't wanna do it.

If she doesn't say yes, we're finished.

We got nothin' here that anybody wants.

What do you say, Norma Jean?

(rain pattering)

- I can try.

- Ladies and gentlemen.

For the first time, the plastic dome

is nightly proud to present Norma Jean.

This little girl just by
layin' her hands on somethin'

can draw the truth out of it.

(rhythmic retro music)

This little girl just by touchin' somethin'

like a ring or a photograph
can draw the truth out of it.

Come on. How 'bout a volunteer?

Anything. Anything at all.

Hey, how 'bout this?

Ain't scared, are ya?

(audience laughing)

Hey, here's somebody.

- Hands.

Hands.

Hammer.

Someone's puttin' shingles on a rooftop.

Tick.

Tick.

I hear someone calling in the distance

"Barkum."

- [Mrs. Meekas] Barkum.

- "Barkum."

- Barkum.

- "Barkum."

Tick

It stops.

- When's Barkum coming back?

- [Norma] He ain't a-comin' back.

- (weeps) No, please.

Barkum's not coming back.

(rhythmic retro music)

- This little lady

just by layin' her hands on somethin'

can draw the truth out of it.

All she has to do is
lay her hands on a watch

or a ring or anything you have

and she can tell you what it's all about.

- This here

belongs to someone that's gonna know love.

- Come right in.

Tickets are only a dollar.

Thank you, sir.

There's dancin' inside
with a dome quartet.

All right, thank you very much.

You'll enjoy yourself, I'm sure.

Come right along. $1.00.

- Then there's the well.

There's a heaviness.

Such heaviness makin' a hole inside me.

Dogs howling and barking.

Howling.

Trying to say something.

There's a body hangin' in the well.

There's a body of a woman hangin' there.

(soft mystical music)

(rhythmic retro music)

- It's alright.

It's alright.

- What happened?

- Don't you remember?

- All I remember is...

Vance, I can't do it.

I can't.

Don't make me.

(group incoherently singing)

♪ Norma Jean ♪

(group laughing)

- Oh, Bobo can't tell you how
proud he is of Norma Jean.

- Oh, you shoulda heard that
crowd talkin' out there.

- We can have people tomorrow night.

- Champagne.

- I don't think she's really up to it.

- [Andy] Oh, of course she's up to it.

What do you say, Norma Jean?

For Bobo, are you up to it?

- I reckon.

- To Norma Jean!

- Hey, come back here, you rotten mut!

(group shouting)

(car engine roaring)

- Vance, I'm really sick
this time. (whimpers)

I'm hot as fire and I can't breathe.

- Just close your eyes.

I'll take you.

I'll take you back home.

(Norma breathing heavily)

(critters chittering)

(car engine rumbling)

- Hi, how's Norma Jean?

- Hey look, we got company.

- Ah, it's gonna be more trouble
about the squatters papers.

Francis, you stay here with Norma Jean.

Vance, hop in.

(car engine rumbling)

(siren wailing)

Before Norma Jean, I
woulda said forget it.

But with Norma Jean, we got somethin'.

I know it's somethin' big.

There's no limit.

- But we ain't got Norma Jean.

I ain't lettin' her do it no more.

- Hey, they're trailing us.

- All right, hold on.

Now.

So what do you mean we
ain't got Norma Jean?

(door banging)

- Just what I said.

- [Bobo] And you're lettin'
'em take that dome away

for junk, you know that.

- They wouldn't dare do that.

- No?

- Hey Bo, we could sell the
truck and get some money.

- We need more than money, dammit.

We need a liquor license.

We need time, publicity.

Norma Jean's our only chance.

- I said no.

- You wanna spend the rest of your life

in these stinkin' hills?

- Bobo, don't you have any
feeling for Norma Jean at all?

(siren wailing)

- As much as you.

(siren wailing)

- Then you ask her.

- Which one of you is Vance?

- [Norma] Vance.

- This little girl's got the
town scared half to death

tellin' all kinds of stories

and then a story about a body in a well.

- Now wait a minute, mayor.

Norma Jean here only says what's true.

If we was to prove it, you
wouldn't be takin' us in,

would ya?

- What are you gettin' at?

- Gimme a chance and I'll show you.

Now Norma Jean.

Think.

Last night.

Last night?

- Yes?

- You were in the dome.

- Yes.

- Now think hard.

You saw a well.

Can you see it now?

- (grunts) Yes.

- Now describe it.

Where is it? We've got to find it.

- Please.

- Come on, Norma Jean.

Describe it for Bobo.

- It's an old wooden well.

There's this porch.

- Come on. Porch.

- Rocks.

Dogs

barking.

Howling.

Howling.
- A house.

Dogs.

- The door swings.

Slam.

Slam.

No.

- Okay, that's enough.

- No!

Come on.

You gotta remember for Bobo.

Now.

Look to the well.

- Bobo.

- We've got to know where it is.

Where is it?

- No.

No.

Vance!

Don't make me go.

- Oh, it's alright.

It's alright.

Oh Bobo, have you had enough?

You know with all those
dogs she described,

it could be the old Meekas' place.

- Get in the car, kids.

We'll go take a look.

- We'll follow you.
- Wait a minute.

I don't need that.

(car engine rumbling)

(siren wailing)

(dog howling)

(dogs barking)

- Sir, could we please
stay behind Norma Jean?

- There's nothin' to
be nervous about, boy.

Mrs. Meekas.

Mrs. Meekas?

We may need you, little lady.

Mrs. Meekas.

(dog barking)

Hello Mrs. Meekas?

(bangs) Mrs. Meekas.

Mrs. Meekas.

Hello Mrs. Meekas?

- What is it, Norma Jean?

- That feeling.

Awful feeling.

It started that way last night.

- Now come on, little lady.

- She don't wanna go near the well.

- Now you know we aren't
gonna find nothin'.

(dog barking)

- Is that the well, Norma Jean?

(dog howling)

(dogs barking)

- She was at the dome one night.

- Yeah, it was in the beginnin'.

- Well at least she left a note.

That's some help.

But it can still be awkward.

- This proves Norma Jean was right.

She can do it.

- Not so fast.

This could be a big break for you, kid.

But we've gotta be careful.

- We didn't do nothin'.

- What's your name?

- Bobo.

- I think Bobo knows
what I'm talkin' about.

It'll take careful planning.

You kids are lucky.

- Yeah, real lucky.

- Don't be that way, son.

I'm only tryin' to help you.

- Hey Vance, you go and take
Norma Jean back to the dome.

I'll settle everything with the mayor.

(group laughing)

- This won't take long.

(birds chirping)

- [Jack] Johnny, where were you

when you heard about the boy
being trapped in the cave?

- Well I was home watchin' TV
and this news flash came on

that said there was a
boy trapped down here

and then he had someone small

to maybe go in and see about it.

- Before you volunteered, Johnny,

did you talk it over
with any of your friends?

- No, that's something you
have to decide for yourself.

- Well I guess that's true.

Did you talk to the boy's parents?

I was wondering if they
might've persuaded you.

- No, I really wouldn't
need any persuasion.

I just wanna do something in my life

to make me feel proud.

- Well I think you can
feel proud now, Johnny.

We just have a signal here
that they're just about ready.

But first, the mayor would
like to shake your hand.

Mr. Mayor.

- Thank you, Jack.

I'm sure we should all
feel proud at this moment

to share in the nobility
of this brave deed.

Good luck and God go with you.

- Thank you.

- [Officer] We're ready, Johnny.

- Thank you for everything and goodbye.

- Ladies and gentlemen,

we haven't heard from the
boy since late last night.

At that time, he complained of numbness.

- Hope he reaches him alright.

(pulley squeaking)

- [Operator] Do you see anything yet?

Do you hear me, Johnny?

- [Johnny] I think see.

I need more slack.

- More slack.

- All right, Johnny?

- [Johnny] He's dead.

He's dead.

(cave crumbling)

- Johnny?
- Johnny?

Johnny, can you hear me?
- Talk to me.

- Johnny!
- Johnny!

Can you hear us, Johnny?
- Can you hear us?

(cave crumbling)

- Told him to leave well enough alone.

Everyone knows how to
run this town but me.

(rhythmic retro music)
(audience cheering)

(Bobo drowned out by crowd)

(audience cheering)

- Before Norma Jean comes out,

we'd like to play a song
written for by Andy here.

Norma Jean, you listenin'?

This is just for you.

(rhythmic retro music)

♪ Am I ♪

♪ So far ♪

♪ From your kind of world ♪

♪ That you don't understand what I mean ♪

♪ When I say to you ♪

♪ There must be a way ♪

♪ For our hearts to touch ♪

♪ Norma Jean ♪

♪ When I hold you in my arms ♪

♪ As I look deep in your eyes ♪

♪ I see a world I've never known ♪

♪ You're near ♪

♪ Yet so far ♪

♪ Like some distant star ♪

♪ As if you stepped out of a dream ♪

♪ Norma Jean ♪

♪ Have faith in my love ♪

♪ Norma Jean ♪

♪ When I hold you in my arms ♪

♪ And I look deep in your eyes ♪

♪ I see a world I've never known ♪

♪ You're near ♪

♪ Yet so far ♪

♪ Like some distant star ♪

♪ As if you stepped out of a dream ♪

♪ Norma Jean ♪

♪ Have faith in my love ♪

♪ Norma Jean ♪

- Norma Jean, do you really
think you'll be all right?

- Vance?

That woman, the one who hung herself.

That woman was here first night.

- I know.

- She was askin' me for help
and I couldn't give it to her.

What's the good of
bein' able to see things

if you can't do anything to help?

- You only got to see them.

It's the others that got to do somethin'.

- (chuckles) Hey Vance.

I think you're gettin' smarter.

(rhythmic retro music)

(audience cheering)

- Now Norma Jean!

(audience cheering)

(police radio chattering)

- Good morning, Mayor.

- Vance, Norma Jean.

This is Chance Lawson.

As of today, we got ourselves a lawyer.

- Hello Vance, Norma Jean.

- Oh, where'd you get
the money for the signs?

- Now that's just the beginning.

- Well what's happenin'?

- Aren't these kids wonderful?

In a couple of days, they
stirred up the entire state

and they wanna know what's happenin'.

- What did we do?

- Well thanks to you, little lady,

Table Rock is on its way

to becomin' a real tourist hotspot again.

- Vance, I'm gonna need your
signature on some documents.

Yours too, Norma Jean.

- Vance, you and Norma Jean

now go inside and sign papers.

- Hey, did the photographer get here yet?

- I don't know.

- He should be here by now.

- Have me rush a couple
hundred copies of Norma Jean

over for autographs.

You stick around and sign 'em

and we'll sell 'em at the door for money.

- Hey, things are really
startin' to happen around here.

(Bobo whistling)

(both laughing)

- [Chance] Now I have
set the plastic dome up

as a corporation.

- [Vance] Oh, what's that?

- It's a legal body that
enables other people

to invest in your future.

That is the future of the dome
quartet and Norma Jean here.

- Norma Jean isn't going to keep this up.

Besides, she already has the dome.

- Oh, the dome will remain hers.

And even if she doesn't continue,

the initial publicity has
a definite banking value.

You see, the only real asset-

- Wait.

Just hold it a minute.

- He controls the girl.

It could be a problem.

- He'll be all right.

Don't worry.

I'll take care of it.
- Bobo?

- I'll be right back.

- Bo, what is all this?

- Well.

It's all very simple.

You see, me and my boys get half

and you and Norma Jean get half.

- But half of what?

- Oh look, Vance.

Will you trust me?

I love you.

I do.

Just like my own brother.

But you gotta trust me.

- But what about Norma Jean?

- Now weren't you wrong about last night?

Didn't she pull through just fine?

Hmm?

- I wanna believe you.

I do.

I wanna believe in everything.

And if I can, I even wanna
believe in your corporation.

- Then go and sign those papers.

See how wrong you were?

Didn't I tell you Vance was all right?

- He learns real fast.

- (laughs) Now you go get
out them banners, huh?

(rhythmic retro music)

(band chattering)

- Bobo.

Bobo.

- That's good.

- Look, I'm sorry about the liquor

but the license has to
come from the state.

It's gonna take another day.

- Oh yeah, that's good.

- What about the press and newspapers?

- Only the locals so far.

It takes time.

- We haven't got time.

- I thought you said she was all right.

- Tonight, but who knows?

- Don't worry, kid.

You're a winner.

A real winner.

(rhythmic retro music)
(both chattering)

- Norma Jean.

Bobo just came to say

thank you.

- I'm sorry, Bobo.

I didn't mean to get sick.

- Shh, everything's gonna be all right.

Just remember you've always got Bobo.

- Bo?
- Shh.

(rhythmic retro music)

Now.

That was just for us.

- You seem to shine

like something brand new.

- Now, wait. I've got a present for you.

Hey Andy.

Francis.

(Andy whistling)

- Hi there, Norma Jean.

Here it is.

- For me?

- Mm-hmm.

(both chuckling)

- Vance?

Can I take it?

- Well of course.

It's from all of us.

(Norma chuckling)

(both chuckling)

- Vance.

Andy.

Francis.

Bobo.

- Time to let 'em in.

(crowd chattering)

(rhythmic retro music)

- Man, you are great.

You're the best.

- Okay. Thank you, man.

Why don't y'all go on
inside and enjoy yourselves?

Have a good time.

- Okay, thank you.
- All right, thank you.

- All right, nice to see you.

- Bobo, I don't want you
buying her any more presents.

- Look, we're partners.

Norma Jean's good for business,
so let's keep her happy.

That's the game.

- Well it isn't fair to go
making sport of a young girl.

It ain't human.

- Oh come on, Vance.

- As a mayor of Table
Rock, I take great pride

in announcin' the official
opening of the Plastic Dome

starring our own local girl, Norma Jean.

- Are you gonna be sick again?

- And now ladies and
gentlemen, Norma Jean!

(audience cheering)

- There's someone with me,

but I feel alone.

Dark

and it's quiet.

(soft mystical music)

- Don't worry.

I'm gonna take good care of you.

- [Norma] And I won't
have to do it no more?

- Well try to get some sleep.

Poor little thing can hardly stand up.

- She'll stand up.

(rhythmic retro music)

♪ There's a lovely young maiden ♪

♪ With a tear in her eye ♪

♪ And she waits by the seashore ♪

♪ Where her love said goodbye ♪

- Psst. Hey bunny.

- It'll kill her if you
send her out there tonight.

- She's got to.

They've all come to see her.

We can't just send them away.

- Why?

- Because every newspaper

in the country's out there tonight.

Listen Vance, we livin' right
in the middle of a miracle.

It's right out there.

All you gotta do is reach out, take it.

- All you gotta do is
wake some sick little girl

and send her out there in
front of all those people.

- I'm already awake, Vance.

It's all right.

- No, it's not right, Norma Jean.

- Pow! Now you go and get
ready and I'll sing you a song.

- I know in my skin it's not right.

- Vance, you comin'?

(rhythmic retro music)

♪ As the tears roll down her face ♪

(rhythmic retro music)

(audience cheering)

(soft mystical music)

(audience cheering)

(Norma shuddering)

- Trying to say something.

(soft mystical music)

- Norma Jean.

Norma Jean.

- I can't, Bo.

I just can't.

- Come on.

Have a little soup so you'll
be strong for tonight.

Just a little.

(soft solemn music)
(Norma wincing)

Now you ain't gonna drift
away like that on Bo, are you?

Bo knows dozens of girls

who would love to have
him singin' just for them.

- You do sing pretty.

- Now have a little sip and
I'll sing you another song.

(Norma sighing)

- Vance said I ain't gonna
have to go on tonight

on account of me bein' so sick.

(soft soothing music)

- Now you don't wanna go
and make Bobo unhappy, do you?

- [Norma] No, but-(weeps)

- Oh, Norma Jean.

Norma Jean.

You know, there's somethin' between us.

As strange and as powerful
as you havin' visions,

it's there.

I know it

and you know it.

(soft soothing music)

- Bo.

Bo.

The mayor's waitin' for you.

(soft solemn music)

- Take me back home.

I don't want no neon stars no more.

I don't want no plastic dome.

- Let me think.

Do you think you can make it to the truck?

- I think so.

(soft solemn music)

- You wait here for my bird whistle.

- Don't worry.

We'll look after it.

- (taps) Thanks a lot, Mayor.

- Bo.

Bo, I think Norma Jean might be all right.

Why don't you drive into town
and buy her a little present?

Why don't you buy her some
of that champagne stuff?

- I thought you said

you didn't want me buyin'
Norma Jean presents.

- I know what I said,

but you're the one who knows
how to make things work.

(Bobo laughing)

- Oh, you sure learn fast.

- I hope so, Bo.

(Bobo drowned out by car engine)

(Vance whistling)

(soft adventurous music)

- Where are we gonna go?

- I don't know.

Your picture's in all the papers.

- [Norma] Can't we go home?

- [Vance] I'm not giving up the dome.

(soft adventurous music)

- Stop.

What about that old school bus?

(Vance chuckling)

No one would ever find me in there.

- [Vance] Promise you won't be afraid.

I'll be back just as soon as
I settle things with Bobo.

When I come back with
your supper, stay hidden

just in case someone follows me from town.

(birds chirping)

(Vance whistling)

(Norma whistling)

(Vance whistling)

(birds chirping)
(Norma whistling)

(Norma gasping)

- I seen them first.

- Well they was left here.

There's enough here for both of us, I bet.

- You mean we're gonna split?

- Sure.

What are you doing here
in the dump anyway?

- I live here. (chuckles)

- (chuckles) You live in a dump?

What would you do that for?

- Well because I like it that way.

Come on, I'll show you my place.

(soft serene music)
(birds chirping)

People always throw out the best things.

Take this here clock.

Just look at it.

Kinda pretty, don't you think?

- What else do you find around
here that's interesting?

- Well today I found you.

Now that's something, don't you think?

- Yeah. And I found you.

What's your name?

- Christopher Montague Forsythe.

(horn whirring)

- Oh, go on.

That's not no real name.

- No?

Christopher Montague Forsythe.

- That's what it says all right.

- I told ya people always
leave the best things behind.

(soft serene music)

(pigs squealing)

How long do you plan to stay?

- [Norma] Oh, couple months, I guess.

- [Chris] Oh. (chuckles)

Well aren't you kind of scared?

- [Norma] Sure.

That's why I'm here.

Nobody except you looks
for anything in a dump.

(both chuckling)

- [Chris] Well if you can stand
it, there's no safer place.

(both laughing)

- [Norma] I thought you
said you liked it here.

- [Chris] Oh, I do.

But it wasn't easy to get used to.

- [Norma] Then why didn't
you move back to town?

- [Chris] You get a different
kind of garbage there.

I prefer this. (laughs)

- You really are something.

(soft serene music)

I like it here.

What're we havin' for dinner?

- Rabbit, how'd you like
to be someone's dinner?

(both laughing)

- I guess she wouldn't.

- Come along. Come along.

We can't let her get away.

- [Norma] Come on, Chris.

- [Chris] Don't let her
get away, Norma Jean.

- Hey Finch.

Let's beat the rabbit
from that little girl.

C'mon.

Hey, watch out.

Come on!

Watch out. Lemme through to 'em.

- Don't you be hurtin' her now.

(both vocalizing)

- Hey, there he is.

There he is.

- No, don't hurt her!

Stop!

- That's enough now.

You two be gettin' on.

- That old guy's tryin' to scare us.

- You heard me, now get!

(dark rhythmic music)

- [Elmer] (chuckles) Hey
Finch, he ain't movin'.

Let's get outta here.

- And let this little girl all alone?

- Don't be frightened, honey.
We ain't gonna hurt you.

- Come on, Finch. Let's get outta here.

We're in enough trouble already.

- [Finch] No trouble. The old guy fell.

Wait for me in the truck.

(dark rhythmic music)

- All right, where is she?

- [Vance] She's gone.

- So you think you're the
only one who gives a damn?

We're partners.

And whether you like it or not,

I'm gonna make this dome work.

- Not with her you're not.

- [Bobo] Hello, gimme the mayor.

Mayor?

Bobo here.

Listen, Norma Jean's been kidnapped.

(rhythmic big band music)
(Elmer humming)

- Hey Finch.

Hey Finch.

(horn honking)

Finch!

Hey Finch!

Finch!

Finch!

- [Jack] Johnny's voice has
been heard on his body mic.

He reports to be in good condition.

But there is a danger that the explosion

can start another landslide

and of course this would
be fatal to Johnny.

To avoid further congestion,

all traffic in the cave
area down to the state road

is being held at a standstill.

Motorists traveling South on road HH

should avoid the blockades
by using either State Road 9.

(crickets chirping)
(owl hooting)

- Chris!

Let me just take you back to the shack.

I can take good care of you there.

- I'm not sure I can move.

- Sure you can.

Come on.

- All right.

I guess my rabbit got away.

- Were we really gonna eat her?

- Oh, what makes you
think a thing like that?

I just keep telling her that

to keep her on her good behavior.

- Well then maybe she'll come back.

- Yeah, maybe we'll find her.

- Come on.

(crickets chirping)

- How am I supposed to know
that it's the same girl?

We're gonna be in a lotta trouble.

- Hey, look who's talkin'.

I didn't kill no one.

- The old guy fell. You said so yourself.

- Anyway, it can't be the same girl.

- Well there's only one way to find out.

(cave crumbling)
(crickets chirping)

(siren wailing)
(spectators chattering)

(spectators applauding)

- [Jack] Johnny appears to be all right.

I'm sure Dr. Spencer will be giving us

an official report in a moment.

But Johnny's condition does
appear to us to be favorable.

Remember, the rescue crew

has just confirmed the death
of the youth, Elvis Cartwright.

(siren wailing)

♪ That you don't understand ♪

♪ What I mean ♪

(audience cheering)

♪ When I say to you ♪

♪ There must be a way ♪

♪ For our hearts to touch ♪

♪ Norma Jean ♪

(audience cheering)

♪ When I hold you in my arms ♪

♪ And I look deep in your eyes ♪

♪ I see a world I've never known ♪

- Keep your mouth shut and listen.

♪ You're near ♪

♪ Yet so far ♪

(audience cheering)

Ladies and gentlemen,

guests with the press and
friends of Norma Jean,

I'm sure you've all heard by now.

But just to make it official,

Norma Jean isn't goin' to appear tonight.

(audience groaning)

Maybe she ain't never gonna appear again.

This afternoon, she just disappeared.

Our little bird was stolen away.

- I know. I know.

I seen her in the old car graveyard.

She was running from an old tramp.

(audience shouting)

- Please, please!

Don't anyone make a move for the doors.

Now we're sending out a vehicle.

And what we don't want is a mob of maniacs

killin' each on the highway.

Now just stay here.

As soon as there's any news,

you'll be the first to hear of it.

Come on.

(audience chattering)

(crickets chirping)
(owl hooting)

- Norma Jean?

Norma Jean?

(crickets chirping)

(frogs croaking)

Norma Jean?

(pig squealing)

(soft soothing music)

Norma Jean!

- Vance.

Vance?

Vance?

(soft foreboding music)
(siren wailing)

(kids shrieking)

(group laughing)

(Vance whistling)

- [Elmer] Now here's
where the old guy fell.

- He can't be far.

- Vance. (weeps)

- Norma Jean!

- Hey, what's goin' on?

- Let's find out.

(both chattering)

- Vance?

Vance.

- That's her.

That's her.

Norma Jean!

- Find me.

- Norma Jean!

- [Bobo] There she is.

- [Mayor] That's the kidnapper.

Let's get him.

(gun blasting)

- Norma Jean.

(dark orchestral music)

- (winces) Vance.

Vance.

Oh Vance.

I knew you'd come.

(soft solemn music)