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enviarScript(`
"FERRIS BUELLER'S DAY OFF"
by
John Hughes
SHOOTING SCRIPT
July 24, 1985
"FERRIS BUELLER'S DAY OFF"
1 BLACK SCREEN 1
MAIN TITLES
IT'S SILENT. A BEAT...AND AN EXPLOSION OF SOUND. A HOUSEHOLD
IN THE MORNING. KIDS GETTING READY FOR SCHOOL. CLOCK RADIOS.
KITCHEN APPLIANCES. SHOWERS. FIGHTING. PEOPLE YELLING. DOG
BARKING. APPLIANCES BUZZING. CAR HORNS. IT SOUNDS JUST LIKE
YOUR HOUSE DID. STREAMS OF ROCK'N ROLL FADE IN AND OUT. HUEY
LEWIS TO LIONEL RITCHIE TO HUSKER DU. SURROUND MAKES IT FEEL
LIKE YOU'RE IN THE ROOM. AN AURAL TOUR OF A HOUSE ON A
SCHOOL MORNING. BEGINING IN THE KITCHEN AND MOVING UPSTAIRS.
FATHER'S VOICE (TOM)
Where's my wallet?!
SEVEN YEAR OLD BOY (TODD)
YOU IDIOT!!
TWELVE YEAR OLD GIRL (KIMBERLY)
MOM!
TODD
SHUT-UP!
EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL (JEANIE)
I NEED A TOWEL!!
TOM
JOYCE!
KIMBERLY
(whispers, sadistic)
When you turn ten, your head's going
to swell up real big like a watermelon
and we're going to have to put you
to sleep like they do with a dog.
TODD
MOM!
TOM
JOYCE!!
JEANIE
WHO PISSED ON THE TOILET SEAT!? MOTHER!!
TOM
Where's Mom?
TODD
Is my head going to swell up?
TOM
What?!
JEANIE
OH, MY GOD! THE TOILET PAPER'S ALL WET!!!
MOTHER (JOYCE)
(screams)
TOM!
The house falls dead SILENT. We hear footsteps thundering
through the house. A TENSE STRAIN OF MUSIC FADES UP.
TODD
What's that?
KIMBERLY
Wait! Hold still!
TODD
What?!
KIMBERLY
You heads starting to swell up!!
Todd screams. We hear the sound of Tom's footsteps running
through the kitchen, down the hall, up the stairs, up the
hallway. A door open.
TOM
(breathless)
What's the matter?
JOYCE
(worried)
It's Ferris!
TOM
What's wrong?
JOYCE
(snaps)
What's wrong? For Christ's sake!
Look at him!
2 CLOSE-UP. FERRIS 2
An eighteen year-old boy. He's staring lifelessly at CAMERA.
His mouth's open. His eyes are bugged-out. His tongue is fat
and dry in his mouth. He's laying in bed, on his side.
3 INT. BOY'S BEDROOM 3
Ferris' parents, TOM and JOYCE BUELLER are standing at
bedside. They're in their late forties, early fifties.
Handsome, upper-middle class parents. They're both dressed
for work.
TOM
Ferris?
JOYCE
He doesn't have a fever. But he says
his stomach hurts and he's seeing spots.
4 CLOSE-UP. FERRIS 4
His lifeless eyes blink.
5 INT. BEDROOM. PARENTS 5
Tom bends down and touches Ferris' forehead.
TOM
What's the matter, Ferris?
JOYCE
Feel his hands. They're cold and clammy.
Tom takes one of Ferris' hands.
TOM
(discreetly)
Should you call the doctor?
JOYCE
(whispers)
He doesn't want me to.
TOM
Why don't you want Mom to call
the doctor?
Ferris exhales loudly. He tries to speak but all he can
manage is a choked gasp.
TOM
What?
Ferris tries again.
FERRIS
(raspy)
Don't make a fuss. I'm fine. I'll get up.
He starts to get up. Joyce gently pushes him back down.
FERRIS
I have a test today. I have to take it.
I want to get into a good college
so I can have a fruitful life...
JOYCE
You're not going to school like
this.
(to Tom)
Maybe I should call the office and
tell them I won't be in.
FERRIS
I'm okay, Mom. I feel perfectly...Oh, God!
He's gripped by a seizure. His body stiffens and he chokes.
His older sister, JEANIE, walks into the room. She's dressed
for school. She's cute and stuck-up. A major pill.
JEAN
Oh, fine. What's this? What's his problem?
JOYCE
He doesn't feel well.
JEAN
Yeah, right. Dry that one out
and you can fertilize the lawn.
TOM
That's enough, Jeanie.
JEANIE
You're not falling for this, are you?
Tell me you're not falling for this.
FERRIS
Is that Jeanie? I can't see that
far. Jeanie?
JEANIE
Pucker up and squat, Ferris.
JOYCE
(annoyed)
Thank you, Jeanie. Get to school.
JEANIE
(angry, defeated)
You're really letting him stay home?
I can't believe this. If I was bleeding
out my eyes, you guys'd make me go to
school. It's so unfair.
FERRIS
Please don't be upset with me, Jeanie.
Be thankful that you're fit and have
your health. Cherish it.
JEANIE
(to herself)
Oh, I wanna puke.
She glares at Ferris. Her eyes are mascara and vengence. She
slips out of the room. Ferris' brother, TODD and sister,
KIMBERLY peek into the room.
KIMBERLY
Myocardial infarction?
JOYCE
Get your stuff. Daddy'll be right
down.
KIMBERLY
Syphilitic meningitus? That would be
a huge family embarrassment.
TOM
Get downstairs!
KIMBERLY
If he dies, I got dibs on his stereo.
She turns sharply and exits.
TODD
(worried)
Dad? Does my head look alright?
JOYCE
Get downstairs! Now!
TODD
Just answer me one question! Is it
swelling up? Kim said it was going
to get as big as...
KIMBERLY (OC)
A WATERMELON!
TODD
(yells out the room)
Shut-up!
JOYCE
Get downstairs! NOW!
Todd backs out of the room.
FERRIS
I'll be okay. I'll just sleep.
Maybe I'll have an aspirin around
noon.
JOYCE
(to Ferris)
I'm showing houses to the family
from California today but I'll be in
the area. My office'll know where
I am, if you need me.
TOM
I'll check it with you, too.
FERRIS
It's nice to know I have such
loving, caring parents. You're
both very special people.
6 CU. FERRIS 6
He acknowledges Tom with a pathetic flutter of his eyelids.
7 INT. BEDROOM. JOYCE 7
She strokes Ferris' hair.
JOYCE
I hope you feel better, pumpkin.
She leans down and kisses his forehead. Tom pats his
shoulder.
TOM
Get some rest.
8 CU. FERRIS 8
Ferris lets out a wheeze. His glassy eyes follow his parents
to the door.
JOYCE (OC)
We love you, sweetie.
TOM (OC)
Call if you need us.
They close the door. The lock clicks. Ferris' eyes shift
from the door to CAMERA. A sly, little smile crawls across
his lips.
FERRIS
They bought it.
The MTV theme music ROARS IN.
9 CU. TV SCREEN 9
The TV at the foot of Ferris' bed. The MTV logo is playing.
10 INT. BEDROOM 10
Ferris yanks open the drapes. The pall of the sickroom
disappears in the brilliant glow of morning sunlight.
FERRIS
Incredible! One of the worst performances
of my career and they never doubted it
for a second.
(looks out the window)
What a beautiful day!
He turns from the window.
FERRIS
Parents always fall for the clammy hands.
It's physical evidence of illness. It's
a good, non-specific symptom. Parents are
generally pretty hip to the fever scams.
And to make them work you have to go a hundred
and one, hundred and two. You get a nervous
mother and you end up in a doctor's office
and that's worse than school.
He flips on his stereo and fills the room with the MTV
broadcast. A NEW SONG begins.
FERRIS
Fake a stomach cramp and when you're
doubled over, moaning and wailing, just
lick your palms. It's a little stupid
and childish but then so if high school.
Right?
He equalizes the sound a little.
FERRIS
This is my ninth sick day with semester.
If I go for ten, I'm probably going to
have to barf up a lung. So, I absolutely
must make this one count.
He exits into the hallway.
11 INT. BATHROOM 11
Ferris walks into the bathroom. It's littered with Jean's
debris. He turns on the shower water.
FERRIS
I don't care if you're fifty five
or seven, everybody needs a day off
now and then. It's a beautiful day.
How can I be expected to handle
high school?
He bends down OUT OF FRAME as he loses his briefs. He pops
up.
FERRIS
I do actually have a test. That wasn't
bullshit.
He steps into the shower. Through the pebbled glass of the
shower door we see Ferris' outline.
FERRIS
That I care about it was.
12 INT. BATHROOM. SHOWER STALL. 12
Inside the shower. Ferris' hair is standing straight up.
It's moulded into a fin with shampoo.
FERRIS
It's on European socialism. I mean,
really. What's the point? I'm not
European. I don't plan to be European.
So, who gives a shit if they're socialists?
They could be fascist anarchists and it
still wouldn't change the fact that I
don't own a car.
He turns the shower head around and uses it like a
microphone.
FERRIS
(sings)
WELL SHAKE IT UP, BABY,
TWIST AND SHOUT...
13 INT. HALLWAY. LATER 13
Ferris comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around
his waist. He's drying his hair with another of a different
color.
FERRIS
Not that I condone fascism. Or
and "isms". "Isms", in my opinion
are not good. A person should not
believe in an "ism". He should
believe in himself. John Lennon
said it on his first solo album.
"I don't believe in Beatles, I
just believe in me." A good point
there. Afterall, he was the Walrus.
He opens a linen closet and tosses the towel in it.
FERRIS
I could be the Walrus and I'd still
have to bum rides off people.
He passes CAMERA and goes into his room.
FERRIS (OC)
I'm not very political? Let me
put that into perspective...
14 INT. BEDROOM 14
Ferris tosses the towel he's dried hair with on the bed.
FERRIS
My uncle went to Canada to protest
the war, right? On the Fourth of
July he was down with my aunt and he
got drunk and told my Dad he felt
guilty he didn't fight in Viet Nam.
So I said, "What's the deal, Uncle
Jeff? In wartime you want to be a
pacifist and in peacetime you want
to be a soldier. It took you twenty
years to find out you don't believe
in anything?"
(snaps his fingers)
Grounded. Just like that. Two weeks.
(pause)
Be careful when you deal with old
hippies. They can be real touchy.
He opens his door.
15 INT. CLOSET 15
The door opens and Ferris rifles through his shirts.
FERRIS
My mother was a hippie. But she
lost it. She got old. If she listens
to the White Album now? She doesn't hear
music, she hears memories. Nostalgia is
her favorite drug. It'll probably be
mine, too. I hope not.
He finds a shirt he likes. He steps back from the closet and
puts it on. He drops the towel.
16 INT. BEDROOM 16
He walks across the room to his dresser. He opens his
underwear drawer. There's an old model of a submarine on the
top of the dresser. He picks it up.
FERRIS
In eighth grade a friend of mine
made a bong out of one of these.
The smoke tasted like glue.
He pulls out a pair of underwear. He gets dressed as he
speaks.
FERRIS
His name is Garth Volbeck. He's a
serious outsider. Not a bad guy, I
like him. I'm probably his only friend.
I do what I can for him. I mean, if
I was him, I'd appreciate it. Do unto others,
right? Anyway, his mother owns a gas station.
His father's dead and his sister's rumored
to be a prostitute, which is complete bullshit.
She only puts out so people will hang out
with her. It's sad but I don't hold it
against her. Better to hold it against the
guys who use her and don't care about her.
(pause)
My parents never allowed Garth over here.
It was because of his family. Mainly his
older brother. He's in jail. I could see them
not wanting his brother here because he is
a registered psycho. I wouldn't want him here.
I once watched the guy eat a whole bowl of
artificial fruit just so he could see what
it was like to have his stomach pumped.
But Garth isn't his brother. It isn't his fault
that his brother's screwed-up. Alot of fights
with the parents on that point. I always felt
for Garth. I was sleeping at his house once
and I was laying on the dark worrying that
his brother was going to come in and hack me
to death with an ax and I heard Garth crying.
I asked him what was wrong and he said, "Nothing".
... Nothing was wrong. There was no
specific thing he was crying about.
In fact, he wasn't really even aware that
he was crying. He just cried himself to
sleep every night. It was a habit. The
guy's so conditioned to grief that if
he doesn't feel it, he can't sleep. How
could you possibly dump on guy who has to
deal with that kinda shit? My parents
acknowledge the trudge of the situation
and I'm sure that deep down, they do feel
for him but still the guy's banned from
our house.
He looks at himself in the mirror on the back of his closet
door. He doesn't like what he's wearing. He continues his
speech as he disrobes.
FERRIS
Unfortunately, now my parents have a
legit argument. Garth doesn't need his
brother to give him a rep anymore. He's
getting one on his own. He's lost. It's
over for him. He's eighteen. Gone from
school. Gone from life. His legacy is
a gas station.
17 INT. HOUSE. STAIRCASE 17
Ferris comes down the stairs. He's wearing a completely
different outfit.
FERRIS
One very serious danger is playing
sick is that it's possible to believe
your own act.
18 INT. KITCHEN 18
Ferris comes into the kitchen and crosses to the
refrigerator.
FERRIS
That and boredom. Alot of people
ditch and feel great for about an
hour. Then they realize there's
nothing to do. TV and food. I myself
have ditched and gotten so bored I
did homework. Figure that shit out.
He takes a sip out of a bottle of orange juice.
FERRIS
You have to plan things out before
you take the day off. Otherwise
you get all nervous worrying about
what to do and all you get is grief
and the whole point is to take it
easy, cut loose and enjoy.
He crosses to the pantry.
FERRIS
You blow your day and at about three
o'clock, when everybody's out of school,
you're going to wish you'd gone to
school so you could be out having
fun.
He emerges from the pantry with a handful of Oreos.
FERRIS
Avoid the misery. Plan your day.
Do it right.
19 INT. FAMILY ROOM 19
Ferris walks in and flops down in an armchair.
FERRIS
There's alot of pressure at work
in my age group. And it's not always
recognized.
He reaches over and picks up the telephone. He sets it in
his lap.
FERRIS
Some guy whose hair is falling out
and his stomach's hanging over his
belt and everything he eats makes
him fart, he looks at someone like
me and thinks, "This kid's young and
strong and has a full, rich future ahead
of him, what's he got to bitch about?"
20 CU. PHONE 20
He punches out a number.
21 INT. FAMILY ROOM. FERRIS 21
He remote controls the TV on.
FERRIS
That's just one reason why I need a
day off every now and then.
22 EXT. ANOTHER HOUSE 22
A sleek, modern house on a couple of deeply wooded acres. A
prime house in a prime location. A telephone rings OVER.
23 INT. BOY'S BEDROOM 23
It's a dark, dreary sick room. Shades drawn, floor strewn
with used tissues, nightstand a still-life of over the
counter remedies. A high school boy, CAMERON FRYE, is laying
in bed. We don't see his face, only a silhouette with a
thermometer sticking out his mouth. U2's SUNDAY BLOODY
SUNDAY is playing. He's mumbling random words.
CAMERON
Food...shelter...no...yes...
The phone rings. His hand reaches back and hits the speaker
phone button.
CAMERON
(weak)
Hello?
FERRIS' VOICE
Cameron! What's happening?
CAMERON
Very little.
FERRIS' VOICE
How do you feel?
CAMERON
Shredded.
FERRIS' VOICE
Is your mother in the room?
Cameron takes the thermometer out of his mouth.
CAMERON
She's not home. Where are you?
FERRIS' VOICE
Home.
24 INT. FERRIS' FAMILY ROOM. FERRIS 24
Ferris is sprawled out in the chair.
FERRIS
I'm taking the day off. Get
dressed and come over.
CAMERON'S VOICE
I can't. I'm sick.
FERRIS
It's all in your head. Come on over.
25 INT. CAMERON'S ROOM 25
Cameron's insistant.
CAMERON
I feel like complete shit, Ferris.
I can't go anywhere.
FERRIS' VOICE
I'm sorry to hear that. Now, come
on over and pick me up.
Ferris disconnects. Cameron slowly hangs up the phone.
CAMERON
I'm dying.
The phone rings again. Cameron hits the speaker button.
FERRIS' VOICE
You're not dying. You just can't think
of anything good to do.
26 INT. FERRIS' FAMILY ROOM 26
Ferris hangs up.
FERRIS
If anybody needs a day off, it's
Cameron. He has alot of things to
sort out before he graduates. He
can't be wound this tight and go
to college. His roommate'll kill
him. I've come close myself. But I
like him. He's a little easier to
take when you know why he's like he
is. The boy cannot relax. Pardon
by French but Cameron is so tight
that if you stuck a lump of coal up
his ass, in two weeks you'd have a
diamond.
(after-thought)
And Cameron would worry that he'd
owe taxes on it.
27 INT. SCHOOL. HALLWAY 27
We hear roll call as CAMERA MOVES ACROSS the tile floor. A
shoe's POV.
TEACHER'S VOICE
Albers?
BOY'S VOICE
Here.
TEACHER'S VOICE
Anderson.
GIRL'S VOICE
Here.
CAMERA enters a classroom. It travels past a teacher's Hush
Puppies and heads up an aisle of desk past dirty yellow
Reebocks, rotting Air Jordans, scuffed heels, pristine
loafers...
TEACHER'S VOICE
Anheiser?
BOY'S VOICE
Here.
TEACHER'S VOICE
Busch?
GIRL'S VOICE
Here.
TEACHER'S VOICE
Bueller?
CAMERA reaches the last desk and rises slowly to reveal that
it's empty.
TEACHER'S VOICE
Bueller?
GIRL'S VOICE
He's sick.
(pause)
My best friend's sister's boyfriend's
brother's girlfriend heard from this
guy who knows this kid who's going
with a girl who saw Ferris pass-out
at 31 Flavors last night. I guess
it's pretty serious.
TEACHER'S VOICE
(weary)
Thank you, Simone.
GIRL'S VOICE
(cheery)
No problem whatsoever.
TEACHER'S VOICE
Drucker?
BOY'S VOICE
What?
WOUND-OUT CAR ENGINES COME UP LOUD.
28 CU. TV 28
THE ROAD WARRIOR is playing on video cassette. The big chase
at the end.
INT. FAMILY ROOM. FERRIS
He's sitting in the arm chair pretending it's Humongous' war
wagon. He's wearing a hockey mash. He's steering. He reaches
down and grabs an imaginary nitrous oxide valve.
CU. TV
Humongous reaches down and grabs a real nitrous oxide valve.
He gives it a twist.
CU. FERRIS
He throws himself back against the chair.
CU. TV
The force of the rapid acceleration of his vehicle throws
Humongous back in his seat.
CU. FERRIS
He bounces himself in the chair to simulate the bumpy high
speed ride.
CU. TV
The was wagon hurtles down the road.
CU. FERRIS
He rears back in horror.
CU. TV
The war wagon is heading for a head-on collision with the
tanker truck.
CU. FERRIS
Arms outstretched, head thrown back, braced for collision.
CU. TV
IMPACT!
MOZART COMES UP.
29 CU. FLOWERING TREE BRANCH 29
Outside a bedroom window. A flowering crabtree branch.
Petite pink flowers. WE PULL BACK FROM THE WINDOW INTO THE
ROOM. It's Jeanie's room. A pink and powder blue pig pen.
Clothes everywhere, make-up, books, records. Ferris is
sitting on her bed going through a purse.
FERRIS
This is really degrading.
He comes up with a crumpled dollar bill.
FERRIS
Financing my activities this way.
Very damaging to the self-image.
But, hey, I'm broke. In times of
crisis one must to what one must
to. I'll pay it back. With interest.
He comes up with a five.
FERRIS
Regardless of how much shit sisters
make you eat, how often they rat on
you, how gross they act or how wicked
and insensitive they can be, you should
not alientate them. Because most likely
they have cash and it's usually very easy
to get your hands on.
He holds up a twenty and snaps it. PINK FLOYD'S "MONEY"
COMES UP.
30 INT. LIVING ROOM 30
The song plays as Ferris digs through the sofa cushions.
CU. SOFA
Ferris extracts a sticky quarter from a crevice.
31 INT. PARENTS' BEDROOM 31
Ferris is going through his father's pants pockets. Another
crumpled bill surfaces.
32 CU. WASHING MACHINE TOP 32
A couple of stiff, hard, bleached singles that have gone
through the wash lay on top of the washer. A hand scoops
them up.
33 CU. LUCITE ENCASED PROOF SET 33
An obvious gift from a grandparent. A U.S. Mint proof set. A
ten, a five and a single enclosed in a lucite frame. A
screwdriver tip wedges between the two pieces of Lucite and
pops them apart. A hand peels the bills off the backing.
34 CU. KITCHEN DRAWER 34
Hands ripping through the kitchen junk drawer. Locating a
dollar bill.
35 CU. COIN COLLECTION 35
The familiar blue collector's album. One-by-one, the
quarters are being popped out of their slots.
36 CU. VACCUUM CLEANER 36
The dusty, dirty contents of the bag are emptied on the
floor. Fingers pick a dime out of a matted wad of filth.
37 CU. SNOOPY BANK 37
It's being shaken furiously.
38 CU. BIRTHDAY CARD 38
It's a child's card. It's slowly opened to reveal a crisp,
new five.
39 INT. HALL CLOSET 39
The door opens and Ferris thrusts his hands into the pockets
of the coats. He comes up with a ball of Kleenex. A roll of
Tums. A squirt gun. Then a modest wad of bills. His face
lights up as he counts out the cash. He closes the door.
40 CU. FLOOR AND BED 40