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By Kevin Flinn
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THE CATCHER IN THE RYE 1
FADE IN:
The players and fans exhale clouds of breath into the blustery
December air. Another play, more CRACKS of helmets and referees’
WHISTLES.
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.
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).
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?
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.
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?
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MRS. SPENCER
Over it? Holden, he’s behaving like
a perfect—- I don’t know what.
(beat)
He’s in his room, dear. Go right in.
MR. SPENCER
(yelling)
Who’s that? Caulfield? Come in, boy.
Holden tentatively steps into the room and sees medicine bottles
on most of the surfaces. Holden’s gaze lingers on Mr. Spencer’s
thin, pasty legs.
HOLDEN
Hello, sir. I got your note. You
didn’t have to do all that. I’d
have come over to say goodbye
anyway.
MR. SPENCER
Have a seat there, boy.
Mr. Spencer motions at the bed across from his chair. Holden
sits, still holding his hunting hat.
HOLDEN
How’s your grippe, sir?
MR. SPENCER
M’boy, if I felt any better I’d
have to send for the doctor.
Mr. Spencer CHUCKLES loudly at his own joke. Holden looks around
the room, already itching to leave.
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HOLDEN
It is. I was. I…
MR. SPENCER
So you’re leaving us, eh?
HOLDEN
Yes, sir. I guess I am.
MR. SPENCER
What did Dr. Thurmer say to you?
I understand you had quite a little
chat.
HOLDEN
Yes, we did. We really did. I was
in his office for around two hours.
MR. SPENCER
What’d he say to you?
HOLDEN
Oh… well, about life being a game
and all. And how you should play it
according to the rules.
MR. SPENCER
Life is a game, boy. Life is a game
that one plays according to the
rules.
HOLDEN
(too sincere)
Yes, sir. I know it is. I know it.
MR. SPENCER
Has Dr. Thurmer written to your
parents yet?
HOLDEN
He’s going to write them on Monday.
MR. SPENCER
How do you think they’ll take the
news?
HOLDEN
Well… they’ll be pretty irritated
about it. They really will. This is
the fourth school I’ve gone to.
Mr. Spencer tries to toss his magazine onto the bed next to
Holden, but he misses. Holden retrieves it and lays it down next
to him.
MR. SPENCER
What’s the matter with you, boy?
How many subjects did you carry
this term?
HOLDEN
Five, sir.
MR. SPENCER
Five. And how many did you fail?
HOLDEN
Four.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
I passed English all right because
I had all that Beowulf and Lord
Randal My Son stuff at Whooton.
I mean I didn’t have to do any work
in English at all hardly, except
write compositions once in a while.
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MR. SPENCER
I flunked you in history because
you knew absolutely nothing.
HOLDEN
I know that, sir. Boy, I know it.
You couldn’t help it.
MR. SPENCER
I doubt it very much if you opened
your textbook even once the whole
term. Did you? Tell the truth, boy.
HOLDEN
Well, I sort of glanced through it
a couple of times.
MR. SPENCER
(sarcastic)
You glanced through it, eh?
(beat)
Do you blame me for flunking you?
HOLDEN
No, sir! I certainly don’t.
MR. SPENCER
What would you have done in my
place?
HOLDEN
Oh, I have a few qualms all right.
Sure… but not too many. Not yet,
anyway.
MR. SPENCER
Do you feel absolutely no concern
for your future?
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HOLDEN
Oh, I feel some concern for my
future, all right. Sure. Sure, I do.
(beat)
But not too much, I guess.
MR. SPENCER
You will. When it’s too late.
HOLDEN
I guess I will.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
Look, sir. Don’t worry about me.
I mean it. I’ll be all right. I’m
just going through a phase right
now. Everybody goes through phases
and all, don’t they?
MR. SPENCER
I don’t know, boy. I don’t know.
HOLDEN
Sure. Sure, they do.
(beat)
I mean it, sir. Please don’t worry
about me. Okay?
MR. SPENCER
Would you like a cup of hot
chocolate before you go?
HOLDEN
I would, I really would, but the
thing is, I have to get going.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
Take care of your grippe, now.
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MR. SPENCER
Goodbye, Holden.
Holden rams his hunting hat onto his head. He can’t get out of
the Spencer house quickly enough.
Holden flies up the steps of his dorm two at a time. At the door
to his room he pauses, looking around the empty hallway. He shakes
his head and mutters to himself.
HOLDEN
(under his breath)
“Good luck.”
Holden’s side of the room and his roommate’s side are mirror
images of each other: bed, desk, chair, and small chest of
drawers. Holden’s side is relatively neat and tidy, but his
roommate’s is a mess: papers, books, and clothing are strewn
about haphazardly.
Holden takes off his coat and hangs it in his closet, but leaves
the hunting hat on. He grabs a book off his desk and plops down
on his bed, reading.
His room and his neighbors’ are connected by a joint shower, and
before Holden can even finish reading a page the shower curtain
RUSTLES and a pimply face protrudes into the room: Holden’s
neighbor ROBERT ACKLEY (18), very tall and round-shouldered,
with mossy teeth.
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ACKLEY
(disaffected)
Hi.
HOLDEN
Hi.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
Hey. I’ve read this same sentence
about twenty times since you came
in.
No response.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
How ‘bout sitting down or something,
Ackley? You’re right in my goddamn
light.
ACKLEY
What the hellya reading?
HOLDEN
Goddamn book.
ACKLEY
Any good?
HOLDEN
This sentence I’m reading is
terrific.
ACKLEY
Your brother still writing?
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HOLDEN
Not books anymore, no. He’s
prostituting himself out in
Hollywood.
ACKLEY
(eyes wide)
A prostitute?
HOLDEN
A Hollywood sellout. He’s writing
goddamn movies now.
(beat)
Geez, Ackley kid.
ACKLEY
Don’t call me that. I’m 18 and
you’re only 16. Remember that.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
(hoarse voice)
I think I’m going blind. Mother
darling, everything’s getting so
dark in here.
ACKLEY
You’re nuts. I swear to God.
HOLDEN
Mother darling, give me your hand.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
Mother darling, why won’t you give
me your hand?
ACKLEY
For Chrissake, grow up.
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Holden pulls his hat back up and relaxes, grinning. Ackley sits
down on the arm of Holden’s roommate’s chair and cleans his
fingernails with the end of a match.
ACKLEY (CONT’D)
Where the hellja get that hat? Back
home we wear hats like that to
shoot deer in, for Chrissake.
That’s a deer shooting hat.
HOLDEN
Like hell it is.
Holden closes one eye and makes a pistol out of his finger and
thumb, pointing it directly at Ackley.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
This is a people shooting hat.
I shoot people in this hat.
ACKLEY
Your folks know you got kicked out
yet?
HOLDEN
Nope.
ACKLEY
Where the hell’s Stradlater at,
anyway?
HOLDEN
(yawning)
Down at the game. He’s got a date.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
Cut ‘em over the table, willya?
I don’t feel like walking on your
crumby nails in my bare feet.
ACKLEY
Who’s Stradlater’s date?
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HOLDEN
Dunno. Why?
ACKLEY
I can’t stand that sonuvabitch.
HOLDEN
He’s crazy about you. He told me he
thinks you’re a goddamn prince.
ACKLEY
He’s got this superior attitude all
the time. I just can’t stand the
sonuvabitch. You’d think he—-
HOLDEN
Ackley! For Chrissake, I’ve asked
you fifty times to please cut your
crumby nails over a table.
(beat)
You’re sore at Stradlater because
he said that stuff about brushing
your teeth once in a while. He
didn’t mean to insult you, for
cryin’ out loud. All he meant was
you’d look better and feel better
if you sort of brushed your teeth
once in a while.
ACKLEY
(defensive)
I brush my teeth.
HOLDEN
No, you don’t. I’ve seen you, and
you don’t.
(beat)
Stradlater’s all right. He’s not
too bad. You don’t know him, that’s
the trouble.
ACKLEY
I still say he’s a conceited
sonuvabitch.
STRADLATER
You going out tonight?
HOLDEN
Dunno. I might.
STRADLATER
If you’re not going out anyplace
special, how ‘bout lending me your
hound’s tooth jacket?
HOLDEN
Who won the game?
STRADLATER
It’s halftime. We’re leaving.
(beat)
No kidding, you gonna use your
hound’s tooth tonight or not?
HOLDEN
No, but I don’t want you stretching
it out with your goddamn shoulders.
STRADLATER
I won’t stretch it.
STRADLATER (CONT’D)
How’sa boy, Ackley?
Ackley GRUNTS and goes back to his room. Stradlater strips off his
blazer and tie, tossing them on his bed with the rest of the mess.
STRADLATER (CONT’D)
I think maybe I’ll have a quick
shave.
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HOLDEN
Where’s your date?
STRADLATER
Waiting in the annex.
Stradlater takes off his shirt and leaves the room with his toilet
kit and towel. Holden puts down his book and quickly follows.
STRADLATER
Hey, wanna do me a favor?
HOLDEN
What?
STRADLATER
I got about a hundred pages to read
for history for Monday. How ‘bout
writing a composition for me, for
English? I’ll be up the creek if I
don’t get the goddamn thing in by
Monday. How ‘bout it?
HOLDEN
I’m the one that’s flunking out of
the goddamn place, and you’re
asking me to write you a goddamn
composition.
STRADLATER
Yeah I know. Be a buddy. Okay?
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HOLDEN
What on?
STRADLATER
Anything. A room. Or a house. Just
as long as it’s descriptive as hell.
Just don’t do it too good, is all.
Don’t stick all the commas and
stuff in the right place.
HOLDEN
I’m the governor’s son. He doesn’t
want me to be a tap dancer. He
wants me to go to Oxford. But tap
dancing’s in my goddamn blood.
(out of breath)
It’s the opening night and the
leading man can’t go on. He’s drunk
as a bastard. So who do they get to
take his place? Me, that’s who. The
little ol’ goddamn Governor’s son.
Holden stops his routine and rests his hands on his knees,
catching his breath. Stradlater stops shaving and turns.
STRADLATER
Listen, are ya gonna write that
composition for me?
HOLDEN
If I get the time, I will. If I
don’t I won’t.
STRADLATER
Cut it out, Holden, for Chrissake!
You wanna make me cut mygoddamn
head off?
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HOLDEN
Liberate yourself from my viselike
grip.
STRADLATER
Jesus Christ.
With one swift motion, Stradlater jerks his arms up and breaks
Holden’s grip. He fishes his razor out of the water and resumes
shaving. Holden sits on the neighboring washbasin.
STRADLATER (CONT’D)
Now cut out the crap.
HOLDEN
Who’s your date? That Phyllis
Smith babe?
STRADLATER
It was supposed to be, but I got
Bud Thaw’s girl’s roommate now.
(beat)
Hey, I almost forgot. She knows you.
HOLDEN
Yeah? What’s her name?
STRADLATER
I’m thinking. Uh. Jean Gallagher.
HOLDEN
Jane Gallagher. You’re damn right
I know her. She practically lived
right next door to me, the summer
before last. Where is she? I oughta
go down and say hello to her or
something. Where is she? In the
annex?
STRADLATER
Yeah.
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HOLDEN
How’d she happen to mention me?
Does she go to B.M. now? She said
she might go there. She said she
might go to Shipley, too. I thought
she went to Shipley. How’d she
happen to mention me?
STRADLATER
I don’t know, for Chrissake.
HOLDEN
Jane Gallagher. Jesus H. Christ.
(beat)
She’s a dancer. Ballet and all. She
used to practice about two hours
every day, right in the middle of
the hottest weather and all. She
was worried that it might make her
legs lousy-—all thick and all.
I used to play checkers with her
all the time.
STRADLATER
Checkers, for Chrissake!
HOLDEN
Yeah. What she’d do, when she’d get
a king, she wouldn’t move it. She’d
just leave it in the back row.
She’d get them all lined up and
never use them. She just liked the
way they looked.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
Jane Gallagher. Jesus.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
Did she enoy the game?
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STRADLATER
Yeah, I guess so. I don’t know.
HOLDEN
Did she tell you we used to play
checkers all the time?
STRADLATER
For Chrissake, I only just met her.
Stradlater, with his shirt back on, knots his tie in the mirror.
Holden plops down in his own chair and watches. Ackley is
noticeably absent.
HOLDEN
Listen. Give her my regards,
willya?
STRADLATER
Okay.
HOLDEN
Don’t tell her I got kicked out,
though.
STRADLATER
Okay.
HOLDEN
Jesus, now, try not to stretch it
all over the place. I’ve only worn
it twice.
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STRADLATER
I won’t.
HOLDEN
Where ya going on your date? Ya
Know yet?
STRADLATER
Dunno. New York if we have time.
She only signed out for nine-thirty,
for Chrissake.
HOLDEN
(sarcastic)
She probably didn’t know what a
handsome, charming bastard you are.
If she’d known, she probably
would’ve signed out for nine-thirty
in the morning.
STRADLATER
Goddamn right.
STRADLATER (CONT’D)
No kidding, now. Do that
composition for me. Don’t knock
yourself out or anything, but make
it descriptive as hell, okay?
HOLDEN
Ask her if she still keeps her
kings in the back row.
STRADLATER
Okay. Take it easy, now.
SERIES OF SHOTS:
A) Holden goes to his dresser and changes into his pajamas and
bathrobe, keeping the hunting hat on.
B) Holden sits at his desk and loads a sheet of paper into his
typewriter.
Holden sits at his desk, reading his book. The paper in the
typewriter is still blank. Suddenly, he gets an idea and digs
into a brand-new leather Gladstone suitcase under his bed. He
pulls out a left-handed baseball glove with poems written all
over it in green ink.
Holden doesn’t put the glove on, but he examines it from every
angle, reading the poems intently.
The boy, Holden’s deceased brother ALLIE, reads the poems on his
glove. He then removes his cap, revealing a full head of fiery
red hair. Allie closes his eyes and turns his face to the sun as
the game continues.
STRADLATER
Where is everybody? It’s a goddamn
morgue around here.
STRADLATER (CONT’D)
Didja write that goddamn
composition for me?
Wordlessly, Holden rips the paper from his typewriter and hands it
to his roommate. Stradlater holds the paper with one hand and
strokes his bare chest and stomach with the other.
STRADLATER (CONT’D)
For Chrissake, Holden. This is
about a goddamn baseball glove.
HOLDEN
(coldly)
So what?
STRADLATER
Wuddaya mean so what? I told ya it
had to be about a goddamn room or a
house or something.
HOLDEN
You said it had to be descriptive.
What the hell’s the difference if
it’s about a baseball glove?
STRADLATER
(furious)
Goddamn it. You do everything
backasswards. No wonder you’re
flunking the hell out of here. You
don’t do one damn thing the way
you’re supposed to.
HOLDEN
All right, give it back to me, then.
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Holden jumps up from his seat and grabs the composition from
Stradlater. He holds it in front of his roommate and tears the
paper into little pieces.
STRADLATER
What the hellja do that for?
HOLDEN
Did you go to New York?
STRADLATER
How the hell could we go to New
York if she only signed out for
nine-thirty?
Holden shrugs.
STRADLATER (CONT’D)
Listen, if you’re gonna smoke, how
‘bout going down to the can and do
it? You may be getting the hell out
of here, but I have to stick around
long enough to graduate.
Holden keeps smoking. Stradlater sits in his chair and clips his
toenails, just like Ackley did earlier.
HOLDEN
Did you give her my regards?
STRADLATER
Yeah.
HOLDEN
What’d she say? Did you ask her if
she still keeps her kings in the
back row?
STRADLATER
No, I didn’t ask her. What the hell
ya think we did all night—-play
checkers, for Chrissake?
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HOLDEN
(a little shaky)
If you didn’t go to New York,
where’d ya go with her?
STRADLATER
Nowhere. We just sat in the goddamn
car.
HOLDEN
What’d you do? Give her the time in
the goddamn car?
Stradlater picks up his toilet kit and puts his toothbrush in his
mouth.
STRADLATER
What a thing to say. Want me to
wash your mouth out with soap?
HOLDEN
Did you?
STRADLATER
That’s a professional secret, buddy.
Holden leaps up from his bed and throws a wild roundhouse punch.
Stradlater moves to the side and Holden’s fist connects with
Stradlater’s left ear.
STRADLATER
What the hell’s the matter with you?
Huh?
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HOLDEN
(almost bawling)
Get your lousy knees off my chest.
Go on, get offa me, ya crumby
bastard.
STRADLATER
What the hell’s the matter with you?
HOLDEN
You don’t even care if a girl
keeps her kings in the back row or
not because you’re a goddamn stupid
moron.
STRADLATER
Shut up now, Holden. Just shut up.
HOLDEN
You don’t even know if her first
name is Jane or Jean, ya goddamn
moron.
STRADLATER
Shut up, Holden, Goddamn it. I’m
warning ya. If you don’t shut up,
I’m gonna slam ya one.
HOLDEN
Get your dirty stinking moron knees
off my chest.
STRADLATER
If I letcha up, will you keep your
mouth shut?
No answer.
STRADLATER (CONT’D)
Holden. If I letcha up, willya keep
your mouth shut?
HOLDEN
(reluctantly)
Yes.
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HOLDEN (CONT’D)
You’re a dirty stupid sonuvabitch
of a moron.
STRADLATER
You asked for it, Goddamnit.
HOLDEN
(under his breath)
Dirty moron sonuvabitch.
STRADLATER
Go wash your face. Ya hear me?
HOLDEN
Go wash your own moron face.
Holden stands and turns the hat around backward, staring at himself
in the mirror. He has blood all over his mouth, chin, pajamas, and
bathrobe. He’s a mess, but as he stands in the mirror he raises
his shoulders and makes a tough-guy face.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
Ackley.
(beat)
Hey, Ackley!
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No response.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
Hey, Ackley!
ACKLEY (O.S.)
(groggy)
What the hell’s the matter? I was
asleep, for Chrissake.
HOLDEN
Listen. What’s the routine on
joining a monastery? Do you have
to be a Catholic and all?
ACKLEY
Of course you have to be a Catholic.
You bastard, did you wake me just
to ask me a dumb ques—-
HOLDEN
Ah, go back to sleep. I’m not gonna
join one anyway. The kind of luck I
have, I’d probably join one with
all the wrong kind of monks in it.
All stupid bastards.
ACKLEY
Listen. I don’t care what you say
about me or anything, but if you
start making cracks about my
goddamn religion, for Chrissake—-
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HOLDEN
Relax. Nobody’s making cracks about
your goddamn religion.
The lights in Holden’s room go out. He gets up off the bed and
starts toward the door, but stops. He picks up Ackley’s hand and
gives him a big, showy handshake. Ackley pulls his hand away.
ACKLEY
What’s the idea?
HOLDEN
Nothing. Just want to thank you for
being such a goddamn price, that’s
all. You’re aces, Ackley kid. You
know that?
Ackley lies back down and pulls the covers up. Holden opens the
door and steps into the hallway.
ACKLEY
Wise guy. Someday somebody’s gonna
bash your head in.
Holden, still with blood all over his face and pajamas, steps
into the quiet, empty hallway. He looks up and down the hall,
but there’s nobody there. He spies an empty toothpaste box a few
doors down. Taking a few steps in his slippers, Holden gives it
a kick, and the box slides further down the hall.
Holden goes back into his own room and flicks the light on.
Stradlater sleeps facing the wall.
His bags packed, Holden lays out a spread of cash on the bed and
counts it, a decent wad. He stuffs the bills in his pocket and
picks up his suitcases, taking a long look around—-his desk, the
window with snowflakes falling quickly, and Stradlater, SNORING.
Holden nods again and leaves his room, flicking the light off as
he steps through the door.
Holden stands at the top of the stairs, looking up and down the
hallway one last time. A tear escapes his eye. He puts his
hunting hat on and turns it around backward. He takes a deep
breath and YELLS down the corridor—-
HOLDEN
Sleep tight, ya morons!
Holden trudges through the snow and ice to the train station.
His suitcases bang against his legs. He winces as the cold hits
his busted nose and lip.
MRS. MORROW
Excuse me, but isn’t that a Pencey
Prep sticker?
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HOLDEN
(embarrassed)
Yes, it is.
MRS. MORROW
Oh, how lovely! Perhaps you know my
son, Ernest Morrow? He goes to
Pencey.
Holden SNORTS quietly, but faces Mrs. Morrow with his best smile.
HOLDEN
Yes, I do. He’s in my class.
MRS. MORROW
Oh, how nice! I must tell Ernest we
met. May I ask your name, dear?
HOLDEN
Rudolf Schmidt.
MRS. MORROW
Do you like Pencey?
HOLDEN
Pencey? It’s not too bad. It’s not
paradise or anything, but it’s as
good as most schools.
MRS. MORROW
Ernest just adores it.
Holden pulls a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket and puts
one in his mouth, then offers her one from the pack.
MRS. MORROW
I don’t believe this is a smoking
car, Rudolf.
HOLDEN
That’s all right. We can smoke till
they start screaming at us.
MRS. MORROW
I believe your nose is bleeding,
dear.
HOLDEN
I got hit with a snowball. One of
those very icy ones.
The CONDUCTOR, a man in his 50s, enters the car and punches their
tickets. He doesn’t mention their smoking. Holden turns to Mrs.
Morrow with a charming smile.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
Would you care for a cocktail?
MRS. MORROW
Dear, are you allowed to order
drinks?
HOLDEN
Well, no, not exactly, but I can
usually get them on account of my
height. And I have quite a bit of
gray hair.
(beat)
C’mon, join me, why don’t you?
MRS. MORROW
I really don’t think I’d better.
Anyway, the club car’s most likely
closed. It’s quite late, you know.
Holden looks at his watch and nods. He finishes his cigarette and
stubs it out in the armrest ashtray.
HOLDEN
No, everybody’s fine at home. It’s
me. I have to have this operation.
Mrs. Morrow reaches across the aisle and places a hand on Holden’s
arm.
MRS. MORROW
Oh! I’m so sorry.
HOLDEN
It isn’t very serious. I have this
tiny little tumor on my brain.
MRS. MORROW
Oh, no!
HOLDEN
I’ll be all right. It’s right near
the outside. And it’s a very tiny
one. They can take it out in about
two minutes.
Mrs. Morrow nods her assent, but she’s still worried about him. In
an effort to stop lying, Holden pulls out the train’s timetable
and reads it. Mrs. Morrow reads an issue of Vogue.
The train pulls into a station and Mrs. Morrow stands. She looks
down at Holden and smiles benevolently, motherly.
MRS. MORROW
Good luck with your operation,
Rudolf.
HOLDEN
Thank you, ma’am.
MRS. MORROW
You should visit us this summer. We
have a place in Massachusetts, on
the Cape. The house is right on the
beach, with a tennis court and—-
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HOLDEN
I appreciate the offer, ma’am,
but I’m going to South America
with my grandmother. Really,
thanks though.
Mrs. Morrow smiles at Holden again as she departs the train. Holden
rolls his eyes and lights another cigarette as the train lurches
back into motion.
The New York streets are mostly empty, and Holden escapes the
blustery, blowing cold by hopping in a waiting cab.
Holden sits in the back seat with his suitcases on either side
of him. He rubs his hands together and blows into them.
The CABBIE (30s) looks as though he’s been driving all night and
just wants to go home. He listens to music on the RADIO as he
drives uptown.
CABBIE
All right, buddy. Where to?
HOLDEN
Do you happen to know whose band’s
at the Taft or the New Yorker, by
any chance?
CABBIE
No idea’r, Mac.
HOLDEN
Well, take me to the Edmont, then.
Would you care to stop on the way
and join me for a cocktail? On me.
CABBIE
Can’t do it, Mac. Sorry.
Holden sits back for a second, then instantly leans forward again.
HOLDEN
Hey, listen. You know those ducks
in that lagoon right near Central
Park South? That little lake?
CABBIE
The ducks?
HOLDEN
Yeah. By any chance, do you know
where they go, the ducks, when it
gets all frozen over?
The cabbie stops at a red light and turns around, looking at Holden
like he was a madman.
CABBIE
What’re ya tryna do, bud? Kid me?
HOLDEN
No. I was just interested, that’s
all.
The cabbie puts the car in gear and hurries forward again.
Holden Holden sits back, chastened, and watches side streets
blur by outside.
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Holden exits the cab and SLAMS the door as it PEELS away. He
looks up at the Edmont (really the Biltmore) and its two 25-
story towers. He lugs his own bags through the doors.
Holden is ushered into a 12th floor room by a BELL BOY in his 60s
with a bad comb-over. The room has a double bed, a dresser with
a mirror, a nightstand with telephone, and a bathroom off to one
side. Holden tips the bell boy, then flops down on the bed. He
lies back and stares at the ceiling.
Holden sits up and peels back the curtains and stares out the
window, but all he can see is the hotel’s other tower. He
watches his neighbors…
SERIES OF SHOTS:
BACK TO SCENE
Holden closes the curtains and yanks open his suitcases, pulling
out a clean shirt. He changes quickly and runs a handful of
water through his hair to no effect.
Holden wanders through the hotel lobby and into the bar, which
is about half-full. There’s an eight-piece big band on stage
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Holden sits and notices three women in their 20s at the table
next to him. None are particularly attractive, but there’s a
BLONDE who’s on the cute side. Holden gives her his best smolder
but is interrupted by his waiter.
HOLDEN
(too quickly)
Scotch and soda. And don’t mix it.
WAITER
I’m sorry, sir, but do you have
some verification of your age?
Your driver’s license, perhaps?
HOLDEN
Do I look like I’m under 21?
WAITER
I’m sorry, sir, but we have our—-
HOLDEN
Okay, okay. Bring me a Coke.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
Can’tcha stick a little rum in it?
I can’t sit in a corny place like
this cold sober.
WAITER
I’m very sorry, sir.
As the waiter departs, Holden fixes his gaze on the three girls.
They catch his glance and GIGGLE. He leans over so they can hear
him.
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HOLDEN
Would any of you girls care to
dance?
The girls GIGGLE again, covering their mouths with their hands.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
C’mon, I’ll dance with you one at a
time. How ‘bout it?
The girls WHISPER to each other for a moment and the blonde stands,
offering her hand to Holden. He smiles. As Holden leads her to the
dance floor, the other two girls erupt with LAUGHTER.
The band plays a waltz, and even though he’s a full head taller,
Holden leads the blonde all over the dance floor.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
You really can dance. You oughta be
a pro. I mean it. I danced with a
pro once, and you’re twice as good
as she was.
The blonde isn’t listening, though. She keeps scanning the crowd.
BLONDE
What?
HOLDEN
You know when a girl’s really a
terrific dancer?
BLONDE
Huh? Wudja say?
HOLDEN
Well, where I have my hand on your
back. If I think there isn’t
anything underneath my hand—-no can,
no legs, no feet, no anything-—then
the girl’s really a terrific dancer.
BLONDE
I and my girl friends saw Peter
Lorre last night. The movie actor.
In person. He was buyin’ a
newspaper. He’s cute.
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HOLDEN
You’re lucky. You’re really lucky.
You know that?
Apropos of nothing, Holden bends down and kisses the top of the
blonde’s head. She pushes him away for a second, but recouples
instantly afterward-—she doesn’t want to make a scene.
BLONDE
Hey! What’s the idea?
HOLDEN
Nothing. No idea. You really can
dance. I have a kid sister that’s
only in the goddamn fourth grade.
You’re about as good as she is, and
she can dance better than anybody,
living or dead.
BLONDE
Watch your language, if you don’t
mind.
HOLDEN
Where you girls from?
No answer.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
Where you girls from?
BLONDE
What?
HOLDEN
Where you girls from? Don’t answer
if you don’t feel like it. I don’t
want you to strain yourself.
BLONDE
Seattle, Washington.
HOLDEN
You’re a great conversationalist.
You know that?
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BLONDE
How old are you, anyway?
HOLDEN
Oh, Christ. I’m twelve, for
Chrissake. I’m big for my age.
BLONDE
Listen. I toleja about that. I don’t
like that type of language. If
you’re gonna use that language, I
can go sit down with my friends.
HOLDEN
Sorry. I’m really sorry, honest.
SERIES OF SHOTS:
A) Holden dances with the other two girls, one at a time. They
behave like the blonde, looking all around the bar for
celebrities. The other two girls at the table GIGGLE and LAUGH
the whole time.
B) Holden sits at the table with the three girls. The waiter
brings them all drinks. Holden pays.
Holden walks past the band packing up its instruments and plops
down in a vomit-green chair in the lobby.
STEPFATHER
Jane, where’re the cigarettes?
STEPFATHER
(louder)
You dunno where the cigarettes are?
HOLDEN
What the hell was that about?
Jane won’t answer Holden. A single tear falls from her eye and
lands on one of the red squares on the checkerboard. Jane rubs
it into the board with her finger.
BACK TO SCENE
As Holden jumps up from the chair and walks across the lobby.
Holden goes through the door and is hit with a blast of icy
wind. He’s not wearing his coat and he shivers, but he likes the
cold-—it wakes him up a bit. Holden turns to the doorman.
HOLDEN
Hey, you ever pass by the lagoon in
Central Park?
DOORMAN
The what?
HOLDEN
The lagoon. That little lake. Where
the ducks are. You know.
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DOORMAN
Yeah, what about it?
HOLDEN
Well, you know the ducks that swim
around in it?Do you happen to know
where they go in the wintertime,
by any chance?
DOORMAN
Where who goes?
HOLDEN
The ducks. I mean does somebody
come around in a truck and take
them away, or do they fly away by
themselves? Go south or something?
DOORMAN
How the hell should I know? How the
hell should I now a stupid thing
like that?
HOLDEN
Well, don’t get sore about it.
DOORMAN
Who’s sore? Nobody’s sore.
(beat)
The fish don’t go no place. They
stay right in the goddamn lake.
HOLDEN
The fish, that’s different. I’m
talking about the ducks.
DOORMAN
What’s different about it? It’s
tougher for the fish, the winter
and all, than it is for the ducks.
Use your head, for Chrissake.
Holden and the doorman turn away from each other. The doorman
MUMBLES something under his breath. Holden shivers.
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HOLDEN
All right. What do they do, the
fish and all, when that whole
lake’s a solid block of ice, with
people skating on it and all?
DOORMAN
What the hellya mean what do they
do? They stay right where they are,
for Chrissake.
HOLDEN
They can’t ignore the ice. They
can’t just ignore it!
DOORMAN
(irate)
Who’s ignoring it? Nobody’s
ignoring it! They live right in the
goddamn ice. It’s their nature, for
Chrissake. They get frozen in one
position for the whole winter.
HOLDEN
Yeah? What do they eat, then? I
mean if they’re frozen solid, they
can’t swim around looking for food
and all.
DOORMAN
What’sa matter with ya? Their
bodies take in nutrition right
through the goddamn seaweed and
crap that’s in the ice. That’s
their nature, for chrissake. See
what I mean?
HOLDEN
Oh.
Holden lets the matter drop. The doorman CURSES under his breath
and turns away. Holden blows into his hands and looks up and down
the street like he’s waiting for someone. When he moves to go back
inside, the doorman rolls his eyes and reluctantly opens the door.
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DOORMAN
Listen. If you was a fish, Mother
Nature’d take care of you, wouldn’t
she? Right?
HOLDEN
But-—
DOORMAN
You don’t think them fish just die
when it gets to be winter, do ya?
HOLDEN
No, but—-
DOORMAN
You’re goddamn right they don’t.
Holden doesn’t argue as he slips through the door and into the
lobby.
Holden shuffles through the empty lobby. He’s not all that sleepy,
but he has nowhere else to go.
MAURICE
What floor, pal?
HOLDEN
Twelve, please.
MAURICE
Innarested in having a good time,
fella? Or is it too late for you?
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HOLDEN
(stymied)
What do you mean?
MAURICE
Innarested in a little tail tonight?
HOLDEN
Me?
MAURICE
How old are you, chief?
HOLDEN
Twenty-two.
MAURICE
Uh-huh. Well, how ‘bout it?
Y’innarested? Five bucks a throw.
Fifteen bucks the whole night.
MAURICE (CONT’D)
Till noon. Five bucks a throw,
Fifteen bucks till noon.
HOLDEN
Okay.
MAURICE
Okay what? A throw, or till noon?
HOLDEN
Just… just a throw.
MAURICE
Okay, what room ya in?
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Holden takes the key from his pocket and inspects the red dangling
key tag.
HOLDEN
Twelve-twenty-two.
MAURICE
Okay. I’ll send up a girl in about
fifteen minutes.
Maurice GRINDS the doors back open and Holden steps out, into the
hallway.
HOLDEN
Hey, is she good-looking? I don’t
want any old bag.
MAURICE
No old bag. Don’t worry about it,
chief.
HOLDEN
Who do I pay?
MAURICE
Her.
Holden holds his hand in front of his mouth to see if his breath
stinks. He brushes his teeth. He puts on another clean shirt. He
nervously paces the room.
HOLDEN
How do you do?
SUNNY
You the guy Maurice said?
HOLDEN
Is he the elevator guy?
SUNNY
Yeah.
HOLDEN
Yes, I am. Come in, won’t you?
Holden gestures with a sweep of his arm. Sunny takes off her
coat and chucks it on the bed, revealing a short green dress.
She sits down sideways on the desk chair, crosses her legs, and
jiggles one foot up and down. Holden sits on the bed opposite
Sunny and offers her a cigarette.
SUNNY
(quietly)
I don’t smoke.
HOLDEN
Allow me to introduce myself. My
name is Jim Steele.
SUNNY
How old are you, anyways?
HOLDEN
Me? Twenty-two.
SUNNY
Like fun you are.
HOLDEN
How old are you?
SUNNY
Old enough to know better.
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Sunny stands and pulls her dress over her head and tosses it on
the floor. She thinks she’s eyeing Holden seductively, but it’s
just depressing.
HOLDEN
(nervous)
What’s your name?
SUNNY
Sunny.
(beat)
Well, let’s go.
HOLDEN
Don’t you feel like talking for a
while? Are you in a very big hurry?
SUNNY
What the heck ya wanna talk about?
Holden tries backing away from her, but there’s nowhere to go but
onto the bed.
HOLDEN
I don’t know. Nothing special. I
just thought perhaps you might want
to chat for a while.
SUNNY
Ya got a hanger? I don’t want to
get my dress all wrinkly.
Holden leaps to his feet and hangs her dress in the closet. It’s
all alone in there, and he stares at it for a moment before
sitting down on the bed again. Sunny wanders around the room,
inspecting the room service menu.
HOLDEN
Do you work every night?
SUNNY
Yeah.
THE CATCHER IN THE RYE 47
HOLDEN
What do you do during the day?
SUNNY
Sleep. Go to a show.
She puts down the menu and gives Holden a hard look.
SUNNY (CONT’D)
Let’s go, hey. I haven’t got all--
HOLDEN
Look, I don’t feel very much like
myself tonight. I’ve had a rough
night. Honest to God. I’ll pay you
and all, but do you mind very much
if we don’t do it?
SUNNY
What’sa matter?
HOLDEN
(nervous)
Nothing. The thing is, I had an
operation very recently.
SUNNY
(not buying it)
Yeah? Where?
HOLDEN
On my wuddayacallit… my clavichord.
SUNNY
Yeah? Where the hell’s that?
Holden grabs the back of his neck and moves his hand to his lower
back as his excuse gets worse.
HOLDEN
The clavichord? Well, actually,
it’s way down in the spinal canal.
SUNNY
Yeah? That’s cute.
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SUNNY (CONT’D)
You’re cute.
HOLDEN
I’m still recuperating.
SUNNY
You look like a guy in the movies.
You know who I mean. What the
heck’s his name?
HOLDEN
I don’t know. I hate the movies.
Sunny starts kissing Holden’s neck and reaching for his crotch. He
pulls her hand away.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
Do you mind cutting it out? I’m not
in the mood, I just told you.
I just had an operation.
SUNNY
Listen, I was sleepin’ when Maurice
woke me up. If you think I’m--
HOLDEN
I said I’d pay you and all. I
really will. I have plenty of dough.
SUNNY
What the heck did you tell Maurice
you wanted a girl for, then? If
you just had an operation on
your goddamn wuddayacallit. Huh?
HOLDEN
I thought I’d be feeling a lot
better than I do. No kidding. I’m
sorry. If you’ll just get up a
second, I’ll get my wallet.
THE CATCHER IN THE RYE 49
Sunny is upset, but she climbs off Holden’s lap. He grabs his
wallet off the dresser and hands her a five-dollar bill.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
Thanks a lot. Thanks a million.
SUNNY
This is a five. It costs ten.
HOLDEN
Maurice said five. He said fifteen
till noon and only five for a throw.
SUNNY
Ten for a throw.
HOLDEN
He said five. I’m sorry, but that’s
all I’m gonna shell out.
SUNNY
(sarcastic)
Do you mind getting me my frock?
Or would it be too much trouble?
Holden quickly grabs her dress and she wordlessly throws it on,
followed by her polo coat. Sunny swings the door wide open and
turns to Holden as she leaves.
SUNNY (CONT’D)
So long, crumb-bum.
HOLDEN
So long.
Sunny SLAMS the door behind her and Holden EXHALES a deep breath
as he sinks back onto the bed.
The lights are off and Holden lays in bed in his pajamas, smoking
a cigarette. The ashtray on the nightstand is nearly full, and the
first rays of dawn are beginning to peek through the window.
THE CATCHER IN THE RYE 50
HOLDEN
Who’s there?
Holden reluctantly gets out of bed and tiptoes to the door. He’s
terrified, but he swings the door open. Maurice stands in the
doorway, his elevator coat unbuttoned and his fat, hairy stomach
hanging over his belt. Sunny stands behind him, staring at the
floor.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
What’s the matter? Wuddya want?
MAURICE
Nothin’ much. Just five bucks.
HOLDEN
(voice shaking)
I paid her already. I gave her five
bucks. Ask her.
MAURICE
It’s ten bucks, chief. I tole ya
that. Ten bucks for a throw, fifteen
bucks till noon. I tole ya that.
HOLDEN
You said five bucks a throw. You
said fifteen bucks till noon, all
right, but I distinctly heard you—-
Maurice puts a hand on the door but Holden sticks his foot out,
stopping it from opening further.
MAURICE
Open up, chief.
HOLDEN
What for?
THE CATCHER IN THE RYE 51
Maurice pushes the door open and shoves Holden backward. Maurice
and Sunny walk into the room like they own the place. Sunny sits
on the windowsill and Maurice sits in the chair.
MAURICE
All right, chief. Let’s have it.
I gotta get back to work.
HOLDEN
I told you about ten times, I don’t
owe you a cent. I already gave her
the five—-
MAURICE
(stern)
Cut the crap. Let’s have it.
HOLDEN
(voice cracking)
Why should I give her another five
bucks? You’re trying to chisel me.
MAURICE
Nobody’s tryna chisel nobody. Let’s
have it, chief.
HOLDEN
No.
Maurice stands up and walks toward Holden, who stands with his
arms folded defiantly. They stand toe-to-toe.
MAURICE
Chief, you’re gonna force me inna
roughin’ ya up a little bit. I don’t
wanna do it, but that’s the way it
looks. You owe us five bucks.
HOLDEN
I don’t owe you five bucks. If you
rough me up, I’ll yell like hell.
I’ll wake up everybody in the hotel.
MAURICE
Go ahead. Want your parents to know
you spent the night with a whore?
High-class kid like you?
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HOLDEN
If you’d said ten, it’d be
different. But you distinctly—-
MAURICE
Are you gonna let us have it?
HOLDEN
Leave me alone. Get the hell out of
my room.
From the other side of the room, Sunny holds out Holden’s wallet.
SUNNY
Hey, Maurice.
HOLDEN
Leave my wallet alone!
SUNNY
I awreddy got it.
SUNNY (CONT’D)
See? All I’m takin’ is the five you
owe me. I’m no crook.
Holden can’t hold back his tears any more. He wipes them away
with the sleeve of his pajamas.
HOLDEN
No, you’re no crooks. You’re just
stealing five—-
MAURICE
Shut up.
SUNNY
Leave him alone, C’mon, hey. We
got the dough he owes us. Let’s go.
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MAURICE
I’m comin’.
SUNNY
I mean it, Maurice. Leave him alone.
MAURICE
(innocently)
Who’s hurtin’ anybody?
HOLDEN
You goddamn dirty moron!
Maurice advances on Holden. The older man has his hand behind
his ear.
MAURICE
What’s that? What am I?
HOLDEN
(through tears)
You’re a dirty moron. You’re a
stupid chiseling moron, and in
about ten years you’ll be one of
those scraggy guys that come up to
you on the street and ask for a
dime. You’ll have snot all over
your filthy overcoat and you’ll be—-
FADE TO BLACK.
SALLY (V.O.)
Hello?
HOLDEN
Sally?
SALLY (V.O.)
Yes—-who is this?
HOLDEN
Holden Caulfield. How the hell are
ya?
SALLY (V.O.)
Holden! I’m fine! How are you?
HOLDEN
Swell. How’s school?
SALLY (V.O.)
Fine.
(beat)
I mean—-you know.
HOLDEN
Listen. I was wondering if you were
busy today. It’s Sunday, but
there’s always one or two matinees
on Sunday. Wanna go?
SALLY (V.O.)
I’d love to. Grand.
HOLDEN
Swell. Meet me under the clock at
the Biltmore at two o’clock. And
don’t be late.
SALLY (V.O.)
I won’t, Holden.
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Holden hangs up the phone and quickly packs his bags. Before he
leaves the room, he glances out the window at the opposite side
of the hotel, where he saw “the perverts” the night before, but
all the shades are drawn.
Holden tosses his suitcases into the back seat and climbs in after
them. The cabbie smiles as he turns to Holden.
CABBIE
Where to, pal?
Holden realizes he has nowhere to go. He opens his mouth, but has
no destination.
CABBIE (CONT’D)
Where you going, son?
HOLDEN
I… uh…
CABBIE
You don’t know where you’re going?
HOLDEN
(blurts it out)
Grand Central Station.
CABBIE
You got it.
THE CATCHER IN THE RYE 56
Holden puts his suitcases in a large locker and takes the key.
The station is fairly crowded as it’s a weekday, and a 16-year-
old with luggage doesn’t look out of place.
The younger nun (30s) sits next to Holden; the older one (60s)
sits a seat away, with the younger nun in the middle. They order
toast and coffee. The older nun reads from a black, leather-
bound Bible and the younger from Romeo & Juliet.
HOLDEN
Are you collecting money for
charity?
YOUNGER NUN
No, dear. I couldn’t fit this in my
suitcase so I’m carrying it. We’re
teachers. We’ve just come from
Chicago and we’re going to start
teaching at a convent uptown.
HOLDEN
I thought if you were taking up a
collection I could make a small
contribution. You could keep the
money for when you do take up a
collection.
The older nun looks up from her Bible. Holden pulls a ten-dollar
bill from his wallet and drops it in the basket.
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OLDER NUN
Oh, how very kind of you.
YOUNGER NUN
Are you sure you can afford it?
HOLDEN
Oh yes, yes ma’am. I have quite a
bit of money with me. My father’s
quite wealthy. I don’t know how
much he makes, but I imagine quite
a lot. He’s a corporation lawyer.
Those boys really haul it in.
OLDER NUN
Well thank you, young man.
HOLDEN
I’m not too crazy about Romeo and
Juliet. I mean I like them, but…
I don’t know. They get pretty
annoying sometimes.
YOUNGER NUN
How do you mean?
HOLDEN
I mean I felt much sorrier when old
Mercutio got killed than when Romeo
and Juliet did. The thing is, I
never liked old Romeo too much
after Mercutio gets stabbed by that
other guy-—Juliet’s cousin—-what’s
his name?
YOUNGER NUN
Tybalt.
HOLDEN
That’s right, Tybalt. It was
Romeo’s fault! I mean, I liked him
the best in the play, old Mercutio.
(MORE)
THE CATCHER IN THE RYE 58
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
I don’t know. All those Montagues
and Capulets, they’re all right—-
especially Juliet-—but Mercutio,
he was… it’s hard to explain. He
was very smart and entertaining and
all. The thing is, it drives me
crazy if somebody gets killed—-
especially somebody very smart and
entertaining and all—-and it’s
somebody else’s fault. Romeo and
Juliet, at least it was their own
fault.
OLDER NUN
What school do you go to?
HOLDEN
Pencey Prep.
OLDER NUN
I’ve heard of it. That’s a very
good school.
Holden turns back to his breakfast and rolls his eyes, but
doesn’t let the nuns see it. The waitress brings his check and
the nuns’ check, which Holden reaches out and grabs.
YOUNGER NUN
We can’t let you pay for our
breakfast.
HOLDEN
Sure you can. It’d be my pleasure.
OLDER NUN
You’ve been more than generous,
young man, but it’s not necessary.
HOLDEN
You’re sure?
THE CATCHER IN THE RYE 59
Both nuns smile and nod their heads. He puts their check back on
the counter and slides it over to them. The older nun takes a
few bills from a small purse and leaves them with the check.
Holden lights a cigarette.
The nuns stand and grab their suitcases and basket. Holden
stands to help.
YOUNGER NUN
You’re a very sweet boy. We’ve
enjoyed talking to you so much.
HOLDEN
Good luck with the convent and
all.
The nuns leave the diner and Holden sits back down at the
counter. He counts his money, frowns, and smokes.
BOY
“If a body catch a body coming
through the rye, if a body catch a
body coming through the rye…”
CLERK
What can I help you with?
HOLDEN
I’m looking for a record for my
sister. It’s called “Little Shirley
Beans.” It’s about a little kid
that won’t go out of the house
because two of her front teeth
were out and she’s ashamed to.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
It’s a very old, terrific record
that this colored girl singer,
Estelle Fletcher, made about 20
years ago. She sings it all
Dixieland, and it doesn’t sound
at all mushy.
The clerk comes around to the front of the desk and leads Holden
toward the rear of the store. He eagerly follows, his hunting
hat in hand.
CLERK
You said Estelle Fletcher?
HOLDEN
Yes, ma’am. It’s one of the best
records I ever heard.
The clerk stops and thumbs through LPs before finding the one
Holden wants. She holds it out for him to see and he grins
wildly.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
I’m gonna take it up to the park
with me. My sister Phoebe goes
skating in the park on Sundays
quite often.
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Holden freezes.
HOLDEN
(quietly)
Is… is Jane there?
Mrs. Gallagher disconnects the call with a CLICK. The dial tone
RINGS in Holden’s ear.
HOLDEN
(sadly)
Is Jane there.
HOLDEN
Do you know Phoebe Caulfield, by
any chance?
GIRL
Who?
HOLDEN
Phoebe Caulfield. She lives on 71st
Street. She’s in the fourth grade,
over at—-
GIRL
You know Phoebe?
HOLDEN
Yeah, I’m her brother. Do you know
where she is?
GIRL
She’s prob’ly at the museum. My
class went last Saturday.
HOLDEN
Which museum?
The girl shrugs her shoulders. Holden gets off the bench and
kneels down in front of her, helping her to tighten her skate.
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GIRL
I don’t know. The museum.
HOLDEN
The one where the pictures are, or
the one where the Indians are?
GIRL
The Indians.
HOLDEN
Thanks a lot.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
Wait. This is Sunday.
GIRL
Oh. Then she isn’t.
(beat)
Thanks for tightening my skate.
Holden watches as the girl totters out to the ice and glides
away toward another young girl. They skate away, hand in hand.
Holden walks over and puts his hand on the end with the skinnier
kid to even the weight. Neither kid says anything, but Holden
gets the impression they don’t want him around, so he leaves.
Sally runs up the last few stairs and throws her arms around
Holden’s neck in an ostentatious way. Sally’s voice is loud, and
Holden is a little embarrassed by her, but he’s also proud to be
seen with such a good-looking girl.
SALLY
Holden! It’s marvelous to see you!
It’s been ages.
HOLDEN
Swell to see you. How are ya?
SALLY
Absolutely marvelous. Am I late?
HOLDEN
No, but we better hurry. The show
starts at 2:40.
Holden and Sally continue down the stairs toward the taxi stand
outside. She takes his hand as they walk.
SALLY
What are we going to see?
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HOLDEN
The Lunts. It’s all I could get
tickets for.
SALLY
The Lunts? Oh, marvelous!
Holden and Sally kiss in the back seat of the cab. The driver
SLAMS on the brakes and the cab SCREECHES to a halt, and Holden
loses his balance, falling off the seat and onto the floor.
HOLDEN
Sally, I love you.
SALLY
(casually)
Oh, darling, I love you too.
SALLY (CONT’D)
Promise me you’ll let your hair
grow. Crew cuts are getting corny.
And your hair’s so lovely.
Sally scans the lobby for people she might know and her eyes
fall on GEORGE (early 20s), an “Ivy League jerk” in a gray
flannel suit. He stands next to the wall, smoking and trying his
best to look casually bored. Sally gestures at him with her
cigarette, pointing him out to Holden.
SALLY
I know that boy from somewhere.
I know I know him. Where do I
know him from?
HOLDEN
Why don’t you go on over and give
him a kiss if you know him? He’ll
enjoy it.
Sally scowls at Holden, but perks up when George sees her and
makes his way through the crowded lobby. They greet each other
obnoxiously, and Holden rolls his eyes again.
SALLY
Holden, this is George. He goes
to Andover. George, Holden.
Holden nods and shakes George’s hand but doesn’t say anything.
George ignores Holden immediately and focuses his attention on
Sally.
SALLY (CONT’D)
What did you think of the film?
GEORGE
It’s no masterpiece, but the Lunts,
of course, were absolute angels.
Holden turns his back as Sally and George fawn over each other,
touching each other’s arms as they LAUGH and talk about people
they both know.
HOLDEN
(sotto voce)
Goddamn phony.
Holden and Sally ride in the backseat of the cab, but there’s no
necking this time—-an icy silence hangs between them.
HOLDEN
I thought for a minute that that
Ivy League jerk was going to get in
the goddamn cab with us.
SALLY
He was meeting friends for
cocktails, remember?
HOLDEN
Yeah, I remember.
SALLY
I have a marvelous idea! What time
do you have to be home for dinner?
I mean, are you in a terrible hurry
or anything?
HOLDEN
Me? No. No special time. Why?
SALLY
Let’s go ice skating at Radio City!
Just for an hour or so. Don’t you
want to? If you don’t want to—-
HOLDEN
I didn’t say I didn’t want to.
Sure. If you want to.
SALLY
Do you mean it? Don’t just say
it if you don’t mean it. I don’t
give a darn, one way orthe other.
(beat)
You can rent those darling little
skating skirts. Jeanette Cruz did
it last week.
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SERIES OF SHOTS:
A) Holden and Sally walk onto the crowded ice. Sally wears a
“little blue butt-twitcher of a dress.” Holden is behind her,
his eyes glued to her behind.
B) They skate, but they’re the worst ones out there. Sally’s
ankles bend in until they’re practically on the ice. Holden
isn’t much better, and they both grab for the side railing often
to keep from falling.
Holden and Sally sit at a table in their socks with their skates
at their feet. Sally takes off her gloves and Holden hands her a
cigarette. They watch the skaters outside the window and drink
Cokes.
Sally bends down to rub her sore ankles. Holden takes a match
from the book and lights it, letting it burn down to his
fingertips before dropping it into the ashtray. (He does this
throughout their conversation.)
SALLY
Look, I have to know. Are you
coming over to help me trim the
Christmas tree?
HOLDEN
I wrote you I would. You’ve asked
me that about 20 times. Sure, I am.
HOLDEN
Hey, Sally. Do you ever get fed up?
I mean do you like school and all
that stuff?
SALLY
It’s a terrific bore.
HOLDEN
I know it’s a terrific bore, but do
you hate it, is what I mean.
SALLY
Well, I don’t exactly hate it.
You always have to—-
HOLDEN
Well, I hate it. Boy, do I hate it.
But it isn’t just that. I hate
living in New York and all.
Taxicabs and Madison Avenue buses,
with the drivers and all always
yelling at you to get out at the
rear door, and being introduced to
phony guys that call the Lunts
angels, and going up and down in
elevators when you just want to go
outside, and guys fitting your
pants all the time at Brooks, and
people always—-
SALLY
Don’t shout, please.
HOLDEN
(quietly)
Take cars. Most people, they’re
crazy about cars. They worry if
they get a little scratch on them,
and they’re always talking about
how many miles they get to a gallon,
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HOLDEN (CONT’D)
and if they get a brand-new car
already they start thinking about
trading it in for one that’s even
newer. I don’t even like old cars.
I mean they don’t even interest me.
I’d rather have a goddamn horse.
A horse is at least human, for
God’s sake. A horse you can at
least—-
SALLY
I don’t know what you’re even
talking about. You jump from one—-
HOLDEN
You know something? You’re probably
the only reason I’m in New York
right now, or anywhere. If you
weren’t around, I’d probably be
someplace way the hell off. In the
woods or some goddamn place. You’re
the only reason I’m around,
practically.
SALLY
You’re sweet.
HOLDEN
You ought to go to a boys’ school
sometime. It’s full of phonies,
and all you do is study so that you
can learn enough to be smart enough
be able to buy a goddamn Cadillac
someday, and you have to keep
making believe you give a damn if
the football team loses, and all
you do is talk about girls and
liquor and sex all day, and
everybody sticks together in these
dirty little goddamn cliques. If
you try to have a little
intelligent—-
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SALLY
(stern)
Now, listen. Lots of boys get more
of out school than that.
HOLDEN
I agree they do, some of them! But
that’s all I get out of it. See?
That’s exactly my goddamn point.
I don’t get hardly nothing out of
anything. I’m in bad shape.
(beat)
I’m in lousy shape.
SALLY
You certainly are.
HOLDEN
How would you like to get the hell
out of here? I know this guy down
in Greenwich Village. We can borrow
his car for a couple of weeks.
Tomorrow morning we could drive up
to Massachusetts and Vermont and
all around there, see. It’s
beautiful as hell up there, it
really is.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
No kidding. We’ll stay in these
cabin camps and stuff like that.
When my dough runs out, I could
get a job somewhere and later on,
we could get married or something.
I could chop all our own wood in
the wintertime and all. Honest to
God, we could have a terrific time.
Wuddaya say? Please?
SALLY
You can’t just do something like
that.
HOLDEN
Why the hell not?
SALLY
Because you can’t, that’s all.
In the first place, we’re both
practically children. And did you
ever stop to think what you’d do if
you didn’t get a job when your
money ran out? We’d starve to death.
The whole thing’s so ridiculous,
it isn’t even—-
HOLDEN
It isn’t ridiculous. I’d get a job.
You don’t have to worry about that.
(beat)
Don’t you want to go with me? Say
so, if you don’t.
SALLY
It isn’t that. It isn’t that at
all. We’ll have plenty of time to
do all those things. I mean after
college and all, and if we should
get married and all. You’re just—-
HOLDEN
(quietly)
But there won’t be. It’ll be
entirely different.
SALLY
What? I can’t hear you. One minute
you scream at me, and the next—-
HOLDEN
I said no, there won’t be plenty of
time after college and all. It’d be
entirely different. I’d be working
in some office, making a lot of
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HOLDEN (CONT’D)
dough, and riding to work in cabs
and Madison Avenue buses, and
reading newspapers, and playing
bridge all the time, and going to
the movies.
(beat)
Christ almighty. You don’t see what
I mean at all.
SALLY
Maybe I don’t! Maybe you don’t,
either.
HOLDEN
C’mon, let’s get outta here. You
give me a royal pain in the ass, if
you want to know the truth.
HOLDEN
Sally, I’m sorry. No kidding. I’m
sorry.
SALLY
You’re sorry. That’s very funny.
HOLDEN
C’mon, I’ll take you home. No
kidding.
Sally stands in a huff and collects her coat, hat, and skates.
SALLY
I can go home by myself, thank you.
If you think I’d let you take me
home, you’re crazy. No boy ever
said that to me in my entire life.
out of the bar. Holden looks around at the other patrons and
reluctantly follows her.
HOLDEN
Sally--
SALLY
(over her shoulder)
Go away.
HOLDEN
C’mon, Sally. I said I was—-
SALLY
Leave. Me. Alone.
Holden watches Sally trudge through the bar in her stocking feet
and out to retrieve her shoes. He doesn’t follow.
Holden drains his milkshake with a SLURP and heads for a pay
phone at the end of the counter. He deposits his money and
dials, fidgeting with his hands and tapping his toes nervously
as the phone RINGS. And rings. And rings.
Holden hangs up, grabs his record, and puts his hunting hat back
on before leaving the drugstore.
Holden’s been drinking scotch and soda, and he has two glasses
with only ice in them while he works on a third.
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Holden still sits at his table while the staff puts up the
chairs and turns on the lights. In the corner a couple cuddles,
oblivious to closing time.
A waiter approaches Holden and motions with his head for the
door. Holden stands, wobbling, and pats the waiter on the
shoulder as he stumbles past. He leaves a pile of bills on the
table.
HOLDEN
(yelling)
Hello!
HOLDEN
This is me. Holden Caulfield.
Lemme speaka Sally, please.
HOLDEN
Yeah. Wanna talka Sally. Very
important. Put her on.
HOLDEN
Wake ‘er up! Wake ‘er up, hey.
Attaboy.
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SALLY (V.O.)
Holden, what’s the big idea?
HOLDEN
Sally? That you?
SALLY (V.O.)
Yes. Stop screaming. Are you drunk?
HOLDEN
Yeah. Listen. I’ll come over
Christmas Eve. Okay? Trimma goddamn
tree. Okay? Hey, Sally. Okay?
SALLY (V.O.)
Yes. You’re drunk. Go to bed.
HOLDEN
Sally? I’ll come over and trimma
tree for ya, okay?
SALLY (V.O.)
Yes. Go to bed now.
Holden closes his eyes and falls asleep for a second or two.
SALLY (V.O.)(CONT’D)
Holden?
He snaps awake.
HOLDEN
Hey, Sally! You want me to trimma
tree for ya? Ya want me to? Huh?
SALLY (V.O.)
Yes. Good night. Go home.
HOLDEN
Sally, I’m sorry—-
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
G’night, Sally baby. Sally
sweetheart darling.
With all his effort, Holden puts the phone back on the cradle,
but he hangs onto it so he doesn’t crumple to the floor.
Holden yanks his head out of the bowl and starts shivering
instantly. He doesn’t even bother trying to dry his hair.
Instead, he staggers over to a radiator at the far end of the
men’s room and sits down on it, letting the heat warm him. He
smiles drunkenly, counting the tiles on the floor.
Holden rifles through his pockets, but he can’t find his claim
ticket. He CURSES under his breath as he turns his pants pockets
inside out. When he looks up, the cute COAT CHECK GIRL (late
20s) has his coat, hat, and record held out for him.
HOLDEN
Lost my goddamn ticket. Thanks.
Holden pries a dollar bill from his pocket and tries to give it
to her as a tip. She waves him away graciously.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
Listen. What time you get offa
work? Wanna have a drink with me?
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HOLDEN
No, no. I’m forty-two. Look.
Holden leans closer and shows her his gray hair. She LAUGHS. He
holds up his hunting hat before he puts it on.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
You like my hat?
She nods.
Holden slams the hat down onto his head, buttons up his coat,
scoops up his record, and bows to the girl before walking
unsteadily out of the bar.
The cold winter air hits Holden like a punch to the face,
helping him sober up. He blinks away his drunkenness and folds
the flaps of his hat down against the wind. Clutching his
record, he trudges into the wind.
Holden drops to his knees and opens the record’s sleeve, taking
the tiny black pieces of vinyl and stuffing them in his coat
pockets. He plops down on a nearby bench and stares at the half-
frozen pond. There are no ducks.
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Finally, Holden stands and reaches his hands into his pants
pocket. He has three singles, five quarters, and a nickel. He
takes a couple steps toward the water and one by one skips the
coins across the half-frozen pond.
His change gone, Holden turns and walks purposefully out of the
park, heading east. Heading home.
Holden crosses 5th Avenue and runs part of the way down 71st
Street to his parents’ building, a 15-story brick high rise with
an awning and a buttoned-up doorman who nods as Holden ducks
inside.
Holden yanks off his hunting hat and steps into the elevator. A
young-looking ELEVATOR BOY (20s) nods to him as he enters. The
elevator boy shuts the doors and rests his hand on the lever.
HOLDEN
Take me up to the Dicksteins,
please.
ELEVATOR BOY
They ain’t in. They’re at a party.
HOLDEN
That’s all right. I’m supposed to
wait for them. I’m their nephew.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
I have a bad leg. I have to hold it
in a certain position. I think I
better sit in the chair outside
their door.
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The elevator boy pushes the lever down and the car lurches into
motion.
As soon as the door shuts, Holden pivots and goes to the door on
the left, his family’s apartment. He fumbles in his pants pocket
for his door key and stealthily opens the door, slides inside,
and carefully closes it behind him.
In the dark, Holden creeps through the foyer and down the
hallway, taking his time so as not to wake his parents.
Holden stops at a bedroom door that’s not quite shut all the
way. He gently pushes it open to reveal a big bedroom with a
king-sized bed and an enormous wooden desk. Holden sits down at
the desk and gently CLICKS on the desk lamp.
HOLDEN
(whispering)
Phoebe. Wake up, Phoeb.
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PHOEBE
Holden! Whenja get home?
HOLDEN
Not so loud.
(beat)
Just now. How are ya, anyway?
PHOEBE
Mother said you’d be home Wednesday.
She said Wednesday.
HOLDEN
I got out early. Not so loud.
You’ll wake everybody up.
PHOEBE
What time is it? They won’t be home
until late, Mother said. They went
to a party in Connecticut.
HOLDEN
Did they say what time they’d be
back?
PHOEBE
No, but not till very late. Daddy
took the car and everything so they
wouldn’t have to worry about trains.
We have a radio in the car now!
Except that Mother said nobody can
play it when the car’s in traffic.
Holden reaches into his coat pockets and fingers the fragments
of the record.
HOLDEN
Listen, I bought you a record.
Only I broke it on the way home.
PHOEBE
Gimme the pieces. I’m saving them.
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Phoebe takes the vinyl pieces out of her brother’s hands and
stashes them in the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed.
PHOEBE (CONT’D)
Holden, how come you’re not home
Wednesday?
HOLDEN
What?
PHOEBE
You didn’t get kicked out or
anything, did you?
HOLDEN
I told you. They let us out early.
They let the whole—-
PHOEBE
You did get kicked out! You did!
PHOEBE (CONT’D)
You did! Oh, Holden!
Phoebe covers her hand with her mouth, then smacks Holden again
with her fist.
HOLDEN
Who said I got kicked out? Nobody
said I—-
PHOEBE
You did. Daddy’ll kill you!
Phoebe flops on her stomach on the bed and holds her pillow down
over her head. Holden prods her gently.
HOLDEN
Cut it out now. Nobody’s going to
kill me. C’mon, Phoeb. Take that
goddamn thing off your head.
Nobody’s gonna kill me.
Phoebe refuses, and her words are muted through the pillow.
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PHOEBE
(muffled)
Daddy’s gonna kill you. He’s gonna
kill you.
HOLDEN
Nobody’s gonna kill me. In the
first place, I’m going away. I may
get a job on a ranch or something
for a while. I know this guy whose
grandfather’s got a ranch in
Colorado. I’ll keep in touch with
you and all when I’m gone. C’mon.
Take that off your head. C’mon.
Hey, Phoeb. Please.
Holden tries pulling the pillow off Phoebe’s head, but she holds
it tight.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
Phoebe, please. C’mon outta there.
C’mon, hey. C’mon out.
Holden peeks back into Phoebe’s room. She’s taken the pillow off
her head but she lies with her back to the door and her brother.
Holden sits down gently on the edge of the bed.
PHOEBE
Daddy’ll kill you.
HOLDEN
No, he won’t. The worst he’ll do,
he’ll give me hell again, and then
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HOLDEN (CONT’D)
he’ll send me to that goddamn
military school. That’s all he’ll
do to me. And in the first place,
I won’t even be around. I’ll be in
Colorado on this ranch.
PHOEBE
You can’t even ride a horse.
HOLDEN
Sure I can. They can teach you in
about two minutes.
PHOEBE
(snotty)
I suppose you failed in every
single subject again.
HOLDEN
No, I didn’t. I passed English.
PHOEBE
Why did you do it, Holden?
HOLDEN
Oh, God, Phoebe, don’t ask me. I’m
sick of everybody asking me that.
(beat)
A million reasons why. It was one
of the worst schools I ever went to.
It was full of phonies. And mean
guys. I don’t even feel like
talking about it. It was a stinking
school. I just didn’t like anything
that was happening at Pencey. I
can’t explain it.
PHOEBE
You don’t like anything that’s
happening.
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HOLDEN
(struck)
Yes I do. Sure I do. Don’t say that.
Why the hell would you say a thing
like that?
PHOEBE
Because you don’t. You don’t like
any schools. You don’t like a
million things. You don’t.
HOLDEN
I do! That’s where you’re wrong.
(beat)
Why the hell would you say that?
PHOEBE
Because you don’t. Name one thing.
HOLDEN
One thing? One thing I like? Okay.
(beat)
One thing I like a lot, you mean?
PHOEBE
You can’t think of one thing.
HOLDEN
Yes, I can. Sure I can.
PHOEBE
Well, do it, then.
HOLDEN
I like what I’m doing right now.
Sitting here with you, and talking,
and thinking about stuff.
PHOEBE
This isn’t anything really!
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HOLDEN
It is so something really!
Why the hell isn’t it? People
never think anything is anything
really. I’m getting goddamn sick
of it.
PHOEBE
Daddy’s going to kill you.
HOLDEN
You know what I’d like to be? I
mean if I had my goddamn choice?
PHOEBE
What? Stop swearing.
HOLDEN
You know that song, “If a body
catch a body comin’ through the
rye”? I’d like—-
PHOEBE
It’s “If a body meet a body coming
through the rye”! It’s a poem. By
Robert Burns.
HOLDEN
I know it’s a poem by Robert Burns.
(beat)
Anyway, I keep picturing all of
these little kids playing some game
in a big field of rye and all.
Thousands of little kids, and
nobody’s around—-nobody big,
I mean—-except me. I’m standing on
the edge of some crazy cliff, and I
have to catch everybody if they
start to go over the cliff. That’s
all I’d do all day. I’d just be the
catcher in the rye and all. I know
it’s crazy, but that’s the only
thing I’d really like to be.
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PHOEBE
(unmoved)
Daddy’s going to kill you.
HOLDEN
I don’t give a damn if he does.
PHOEBE
I’m taking belching lessons from
this girl, Phyllis Marguiles.
Listen.
Phoebe takes a couple short, quick breaths and opens her mouth
wide to belch, but only a little SQUEAK comes out. She smiles at
her brother.
HOLDEN
It’s good. Keep practicing.
Before Phoebe can let out another near-belch, she stops, having
heard something outside. Holden looks at her, terrified.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
What’s the matter?
PHOEBE
Shhh!
(in a loud whisper)
The front door! It’s them!
Holden jumps up quickly. He turns off the light over the desk
and jams his cigarette out on the bottom of his shoe, then drops
it in his pocket. He fans at the air, then leaps into the closet
and shuts the door.
Through a tiny crack in the door, Holden sees his mother, MRS.
CAULFIELD (late 40s, prim and proper) come into the room. Light
from the hallways spills into Phoebe’s bedroom.
MRS. CAULFIELD
Phoebe? I saw the light, young lady.
PHOEBE
Hello!
(beat)
I couldn’t sleep.
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MRS. CAULFIELD
(dryly)
Marvelous. And why are you awake,
may I ask? Were you warm enough?
PHOEBE
Yes. I just couldn’t sleep.
MRS. CAULFIELD
Phoebe Caulfield, have you been
smoking in here? Tell me the truth,
young lady.
PHOEBE
I just lit one for one second. I
just took one puff. Then I threw
it out the window.
MRS. CAULFIELD
Well I don’t like that. I don’t like
that at all.
(beat)
Do you want another blanket?
PHOEBE
No thanks.
MRS. CAULFIELD
Well. Go to sleep.
PHOEBE
Holden’ll be home on Wednesday,
won’t he?
MRS. CAULFIELD
So far as I know. Good night.
Holden’s mother closes the bedroom door and he spills out of the
closet. In the dark he runs into Phoebe, who got out of bed to
come tell him the coast was clear. They WHISPER.
HOLDEN
I gotta get a move on.
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PHOEBE
Don’t go now. Wait’ll they’re
asleep!
HOLDEN
No. Now. Now’s the best time.
PHOEBE
But—-
HOLDEN
She’ll be in the bathroom and
Daddy’ll turn on the news or
something. I got my damn bags at
the station.
(beat)
Listen. You got any dough, Phoeb?
I’m practically broke.
PHOEBE
Just my Christmas dough. For
presents and all.
HOLDEN
Oh.
PHOEBE
You want some?
HOLDEN
I can’t take your Christmas dough.
PHOEBE
I can lend you some.
Phoebe moves over to the desk and CLICKS the lamp on again. She
rummages through a desk drawer. Holden sits quietly on the bed.
PHOEBE (CONT’D)
Where will you go?
HOLDEN
I’ll probably stay at Mr.
Antolini’s house till maybe
Tuesday night. Then I’ll come home.
If I get a chance, I’ll phone ya.
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HOLDEN (CONT’D)
Hey, I don’t need all this. Just
give me two bucks is all. No
kidding. Here—-
He tries to give her back some of the money, but she shakes her
head no and crosses her arms across her chest.
PHOEBE
You can pay me back.
HOLDEN
How much is it, for God’s sake?
PHOEBE
Eight dollars and eighty-five cents.
(beat)
Sixty-five cents. I spent some.
After a moment, Holden wipes his eyes and buttons his coat. He
tucks Phoebe in and kisses her on the forehead. She looks
longingly up at him.
Holden reaches into his coat pocket and takes out the hunting
hat.
PHOEBE
What’s that?
HOLDEN
New hat. Ya like it?
PHOEBE
Don’t you need it? It’s cold.
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HOLDEN
Nah, you keep it.
(beat)
I’ll give you a buzz if I get a
chance.
Holden winks at his sister and ducks quietly out of her room,
closing the door behind him ever-so-gently.
Holden steps out into the blustery night air. He turns his
coat’s collar up, sinks his hands into his pockets, and trudges
east on 71st Street.
MR. ANTOLINI
Holden, m’boy! My god, you’ve grown
another 20 inches. Good to see you.
HOLDEN
How are you, Mr. Antolini? How’s
Mrs. Antolini?
MR. ANTOLINI
We’re both just dandy. She’s asleep.
Let’s have that coat.
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MR. ANTOLIN
I expected to see a day-old infant
in your arms!
Mr. Antolini leads Holden into the sunken living room. It looks
like they’d just had a party—-dishes with peanuts in them and
half-filled glasses all over.
HOLDEN
Thanks. Just once in a while. I’m a
moderate smoker.
MR. ANTOLINI
I’ll bet you are.
(beat)
So. You and Pencey are no longer
one. What was the trouble? How’d
you do in English? I’ll show you
the door in short order if you
flunked English.
HOLDEN
Oh, I passed English all right.
It was mostly literature, though.
I flunked Oral Expression.
MR. ANTOLINI
Why?
HOLDEN
It’s this course where each boy has
to get up in class and make a
speech. You know, spontaneous and
(MORE)
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HOLDEN (CONT’D)
all. And if the boy digresses at
all, you’re supposed to yell,
“Digression!” at him as fast as
you can. It just about drove me
crazy.
MR. ANTOLINI
Why?
HOLDEN
Oh, I don’t know. That digression
business got on my nerves. I like
it when somebody digresses. It’s
more interesting and all.
MR. ANTOLINI
You don’t care to have somebody
stick to the point when he tells
you something?
HOLDEN
Oh, sure! But I don’t like them
to stick too much to the point.
I mean, it’s dirty to keep yelling
“Digression!” at somebody when he’s
all nice and excited.
(beat)
I don’t know. It’s hard to explain.
Holden stubs out his cigarette and clutches his stomach. He’s
not feeling good at all. Mr. Antolini gets up and crosses the
room to the bar, where he fixes himself another highball.
MR. ANTOLINI
I had lunch with your dad a couple
of weeks ago. Did you know that?
HOLDEN
No, I didn’t.
MR. ANTOLINI
He’s terribly concerned about you.
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HOLDEN
I know it. I know he is.
Holden looks like he just wants to lie down. Mr. Antolini comes
back to his seat and lights another cigarette.
MR. ANTOLINI
Frankly, I don’t know what the hell
to say to you, Holden.
HOLDEN
I know. I’m very hard to talk to.
I realize that.
MR. ANTOLINI
I have a feeling you’re riding for
some kind of a terrible, terrible
fall. It may be the kind where, at
the age of 30, you sit in some bar
hating everybody who comes in
looking as if he might have played
football in college. Then again,
you may pick up just enough
education to hate people who say,
“It’s a secret between he and I.”
Or you may end up in some business
office, throwing paper clips at the
nearest stenographer. I just don’t
know. But do you know what I’m
driving at, at all?
HOLDEN
Yes. Sure. But you’re wrong about
that hating business, you really
are. I don’t hate too many guys.
I may hate them for a little while,
like this guy Stradlater I knew at
Pencey, and this other boy, Robert
Ackley. But after a while, if I
didn’t see them, I sort of missed
them. I sort of miss them now.
They sit in silence for a long moment. Holden rubs the bridge of
his nose, then his stomach. Mr. Antolini gets up and plunks a
chunk of ice in his drink.
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MR. ANTOLINI
This fall I think you’re riding
for, it’s a special kind of fall,
a horrible kind. The man falling
isn’t permitted to feel or hear
himself hit bottom. He just keeps
falling and falling. You follow me?
HOLDEN
Yes, sir.
MR. ANTOLINI
I don’t want to scare you, but I
can very clearly see you dying
nobly, one way or another, for some
highly unworthy cause.
(beat)
If I write something down for you,
will you read it carefully? And
keep it?
HOLDEN
Yes. Sure.
Mr. Antolini crosses the room again, this time to his desk. He
returns with a note pad and pencil. He writes as he speaks to
Holden.
MR. ANTOLINI
This wasn’t written by a poet,
but a psychoanalyst named Wilhelm
Stekel. Here’s what he said: “The
mark of the immature man is that
he wants to die nobly for a cause,
while the mark of the mature man
is that he wants to live humbly
for one.”
Mr. Antolini leans across the table and hands the paper to
Holden. He reads it, nods his thanks, folds it, and tucks in
into his pocket. As Mr. Antolini takes a sip from his highball,
Holden YAWNS. Mr. Antolini LAUGHS and stands.
Mr. Antolini brings down the bedsheets and hands them to Holden.
They cross back to the couch and messily make the bed.
HOLDEN
(exhausted)
They’re okay.
MR. ANTOLINI
How’s Sally?
HOLDEN
She’s all right. I had a date with
her this afternoon. We don’t have
too much in common anymore.
MR. ANTOLINI
Helluva pretty girl. What about
the other girl, the one you told
me about, in Maine?
HOLDEN
Jane Gallagher. She’s all right.
I’m probably going to give her a
buzz tomorrow.
MR. ANTOLINI
It’s all yours. You know where the
bathroom is. If there’s anything
you need, just holler.
HOLDEN
Thanks a lot, sir. You really saved
my life tonight.
MR. ANTOLINI
All right. Good night, handsome.
HOLDEN
G’night, sir. Thanks a lot.
Holden sleeps on the couch. Mr. Antolini sits on the floor next
to the couch, gently petting Holden’s head in the dark.
HOLDEN
What the hellya doing?
MR. ANTOLINI
Nothing! I’m simply sitting here,
admiring--
HOLDEN
What’re ya doing, anyway?
MR. ANTOLINI
How ‘bout keeping your voice down?
I’m simply sitting here—-
HOLDEN
I have to go, anyway.
MR. ANTOLINI
You have to go where?
Mr. Antolini tries to act causal and cool, but the near-slurring
of his words belies it. Holden finally dresses, but can’t find
his coat, forgetting it’s in the closet.
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HOLDEN
I left my bags and all at the
station. I think I’d better go down
and get them. I have all my stuff
in them.
MR. ANTOLINI
They’ll be there in the morning.
Go back to bed. I’m going to bed
myself. What’s the matter with you?
HOLDEN
Nothing’s the matter, it’s just
that all my money and stuff’s in
one of my bags.
MR. ANTOLINI
Don’t be ridiculous, Holden. Get
back in that bed. I’m going to bed
myself. The money will be there
safe and sound in the morn—-
HOLDEN
No, no kidding. I gotta get going.
I really do.
Holden goes the closet and throws it open, digging through coats
for his. Mr. Antolini watches, highball in hand.
MR. ANTOLINI
You’re a very, very strange boy.
HOLDEN
I know it. Good-bye sir. Thanks a
lot. No kidding.
Holden quickly pulls on his coat and steps through the door into
the hallway. He RINGS the elevator bell. Mr. Antolini stands in
his doorway.
MR. ANTOLINI
(muttering)
A very, very strange boy.
HOLDEN
I’m gonna start reading some good
books. I really am.
MR. ANTOLINI
Grab your bags and scoot right on
back. I’ll leave the door unlatched.
HOLDEN
Thanks a lot. G’bye!
Holden walks the busy street. Christmas shoppers BUSTLE past and
around him as Santa Clauses GREET customers and Salvation Army
girls RING bells.
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HOLDEN
Allie, don’t let me disappear.
Allie, don’t let me disappear.
Allie, don’t let me disappear.
When Holden steps onto the opposite curb he looks like he’s just
received the greatest gift of his life.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
Thank you, Allie. Thank you.
SERIES OF SHOTS:
Holden goes through a set of double doors into the hallway. It’s
empty except for a small black boy with a big wooden hall pass
sticking out of his hip pocket. Holden sits down on the first
step of a staircase and scribbles a note for Phoebe.
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INSERT NOTE: Dear Phoebe, I can’t wait around till Wednesday any
more so I will probably hitchhike out west this afternoon. Meet
me at the Museum of Natural History near the door at quarter
past 12 if you can and I will give you your Christmas dough
back. I didn’t spend much. Love, Holden
BACK TO SCENE
Holden closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. When he EXHALES
he opens his eyes and sees that someone’s written “FUCK YOU” on
the wall in pencil. He tries to rub it off with his hand, but
he’s worried that a teacher will think he wrote it. He rubs it
out quickly and hurries up the stairs.
HOLDEN
I’m Phoebe Caulfield’s brother.
She’s in 4B-1. Will you please
give her this note?
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
It’s very important because our
mother is sick and won’t have lunch
ready for Phoebe so she’ll have to
meet me and have lunch in a
drugstore.
SECRETARY
Of course, dear.
HOLDEN
Thank you, ma’am.
Holden nods to the secretary and hustles back down the hallway.
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Holden rubs it, but to his chagrin this one’s scratched in. His
heart sinks. He finishes tying his shoe and slowly stands,
pushing through the doors forcefully.
Holden stuff his hands deep in his pockets and walks, shoulders
scrunched, toward the museum. On his way he pauses at an empty
phone booth, but keeps going.
FIRST KID
Where’re the mummies?
HOLDEN
(joking)
Mummies? What’re they?
FIRST KID
You know. The mummies. Them dead
guys. That get buried in them toons
and all.
HOLDEN
Tombs.
(beat)
How come you two aren’t in school?
FIRST KID
No school t’day.
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Holden knows the kid is lying, but doesn’t call him on it. He
sees a bit of himself in the kid and plays along. He leads them
down a hallway toward the Egyptian exhibit.
HOLDEN
You two guys interested in mummies?
FIRST KID
Yeah.
HOLDEN
Can’t your friend talk?
FIRST KID
He ain’t my friend. He’s my brudda.
HOLDEN
Can’t he talk?
(to second kid)
Can’t you talk at all?
SECOND KID
Yeah. I don’t feel like it.
They take in the exhibit for a few seconds, then the younger kid
lets go of Holden’s sleeve and pulls at his brother’s hand.
SECOND KID
C’mon. I seen ‘em awreddy.
The younger kid turns and runs quickly back the way they came.
FIRST KID
He’s got a yella streak a mile wide.
(beat)
So long!
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The older kid turns and follows his brother out of the exhibit,
leaving Holden alone. It’s peaceful in the exhibit. Holden even
reaches out and runs his hand along a sarcophagus.
A father and son wash their hands at the sinks while Holden
VOMITS loudly in one of the stalls. The father quickly ushers
his son out.
Turning toward the main doors, Holden sees Phoebe through the
glass doors. She’s wearing a blue coat and his red hunting hat
and holding an adult’s suitcase that’s way too heavy for her.
She scans the sidewalk for her brother. Holden rushes down the
stairs.
PHOEBE
Hi.
HOLDEN
I thought maybe you weren’t coming.
What the hell’s in the bag?
PHOEBE
My clothes. I’m going with you.
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HOLDEN
What?
PHOEBE
All I have in it is two dresses and
my moccasins and my underwear and
socks and some other things. Feel
it. It isn’t heavy.
She sees the despondent look on his face and she knows.
PHOEBE (CONT’D)
Can’t I go with you? Holden?
Can’t I? Please?
HOLDEN
No. Shut up.
PHOEBE
Why can’t I? Please, Holden!
I won’t even take the suitcase if
you don’t want me to.
HOLDEN
You can’t take anything because
you’re not going. I’m going alone.
PHOEBE
Please, Holden. Please let me go.
You won’t even—-
HOLDEN
(sharply)
You’re not going. Now shut up!
Gimme that bag.
Holden picks up the suitcase with one hand, and for the briefest
of moments, it looks like he’s going to hit Phoebe with his
other hand. She CRIES. He reaches out his other hand to her.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
C’mon.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
C’mon, now. I’m not going anywhere.
I changed my mind. So stop crying.
(beat)
I’ll walk you back to school.
C’mon, now. You’ll be late.
Wordlessly, Phoebe pulls off the hunting hat and chucks in right
in Holden’s face. She turns her back on him again. He picks the
hat up off the ground and sticks it in his coat pocket.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
C’mon. I’ll walk you back to school.
PHOEBE
I’m not going back to school.
HOLDEN
You have to go back to school.
C’mon now, let’s go. In the first
place, I’m not going away anywhere,
I told you. I’m going home as soon
as you go back to school. First I’m
gonna go down to the station to get
my bags, and then I’m gonna go
straight—-
PHOEBE
I said I’m not going back to school.
You can do what you want to do, but
I’m not going back to school. So
shut up.
HOLDEN
Listen, do you want to go for a
walk? Down to the zoo? If I let you
not go back to school this
afternoon and go for a walk instead,
will you cut out this crazy stuff?
Will you go back to school tomorrow
like a good girl?
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PHOEBE
I may and I may not.
Before Holden can answer, Phoebe sprints down the stairs and
across Central Park West without even looking. Thankfully the
street is empty. Holden follows his sister across the street and
into the park.
The zoo is mostly empty because of the winter weather, but a few
families and couples roam, pointing at the animals and taking
photographs.
Holden walks on one side of the path and Phoebe on the other.
They pass the polar bear pen, where a little boy and his father
wait for the animals to appear, but they’re inside.
Holden and Phoebe leave the zoo and walk through one of the
pedestrian tunnels. Holden playfully takes a hold of the belt at
the back of Phoebe’s coat, but she pulls it back.
PHOEBE
Keep your hands to yourself, if you
don’t mind.
PHOEBE
I thought the carousel was closed
in the wintertime.
HOLDEN
Maybe it’s because it’s Christmas.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
Do you want to go for a ride on it?
PHOEBE
I’m too big.
HOLDEN
No, you’re not. Go on. I’ll wait
for ya. Go on.
HOLDEN (CONT’D)
Here. Wait a second.
(beat)
Take the rest of your dough, too.
Holden tries to press Phoebe’s money into her other hand, but
she shakes her head.
PHOEBE
You keep it. Keep it for me. Please.
PHOEBE (CONT’D)
Aren’t you gonna ride, too?
HOLDEN
Maybe I will the next time. I’ll
watch ya. Got your ticket?
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PHOEBE
Yes.
HOLDEN
Go ahead, then. I’ll be this bench
right over here. I’ll watch ya.
When the ride is over, Phoebe climbs off her horse and runs over
to where Holden sits. He hands her a few of her own bills, which
she takes.
PHOEBE
You ride once, too, this time.
HOLDEN
No, I’ll just watch ya, I think.
Here. Get some more tickets.
PHOEBE
I’m not mad at you anymore.
HOLDEN
I know. Hurry up. It’s gonna start
again.
Phoebe nods, but before she runs off she leans in and KISSES
Holden gently on the cheek. She steps back and holds her hand
out, feeling raindrops.
PHOEBE
It’s starting to rain.
Phoebe reaches into Holden’s coat pocket and pulls out his red
hunting hat. She unfolds it and places it on his head.
HOLDEN
Don’t you want it?
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PHOEBE
You can wear it a while.
HOLDEN
Okay. Hurry up, though. You’re
gonna miss your ride. You won’t get
your own horse or anything.
PHOEBE
Did you mean what you said? You
really aren’t going away? Are you
really coming home afterwards?
HOLDEN
Yeah.
(beat)
Hurry up, now. It’s starting.
Phoebe turns and runs back to the carousel, handing the operator
her ticket just in time. She walks all the way around the
carousel before settling back on her old brown horse. She waves
to Holden. He waves back.
He doesn’t care, though. Tears stream down his face and mix with
the rain. He smiles wide, a genuine smile. He’s happy.
FADE OUT.