《我心狂野》WildAtHeart

w i l d a t h e a r t

a love story

written by

david lynch

based on the book by

barry gifford

and now the story of sailor and lula.....

1. ext. city street - day

a man rides a screaming massive japanese motorcycle - wound out to

maximum r.p.m. up the street.

cut to:

2. sign by roadside

the sign reads 揔ids playing - speed bumps?

cut to:

3. ext. city street - day

with a whine from hell, the front tire of the motorcycle hits a speed

bump.

the motorcycle becomes airborne and on the way up slices itself in half

as it scrapes along the full length of a datsun kingcab.

in the air, the rider and motorcycle twist violently as they fly by.

the motorcycle bounces off a black ?6 chevrolet and makes a sound like

the end of the world.

the rider hits the same chevy a moment later. like a broken ragdoll

shot from a canon, the man punches through the back window blowing glass

for a block. he stops somewhere under the front seat and a bubble of

blood forms out his nose.

the motorcycle continues on sliding and spinning with an ear-piercing

howl for one entire city block.

cut to:

4. ext. neighborhood streets - vacant lot - day

two rabid dogs fight ferociously in a vacant lot - ripping each other抯

flesh. an old couple, both with walkers, inch painfully along nearby.

old woman

oh my god! ... why they doin?that?

old man

who the hell knows. what you have

in your mouth?

the old woman begins to turn away, covering her mouth with her hand.

old man

spit it out!!! ... pull your teeth

out ... doctor said. what you

tryin?to do? spit it out!!!

the old man grabs the old woman by the neck and squeezes. out comes a

tangled and sticky ball of hard fruit candies.

cut to:

5. wasp nest

a thousand wasps hover threateningly in the air around the nest. a

small group of hardened criminal nine-year olds sporting hideous grins,

bat the nest violently to and fro with sticks. one kid busies himself

shooting a large can of black flag garden spray into a crack in the

nest. another stomps half-dead wasps up and down the sidewalk. all the

kids are making animal noises of one sort or the other.

cut to:

6. int. fortune house - day

the telephone rings. marietta pace fortune, a rich southern woman

around fifty, carries her martini and rossi sweet vermouth drink across

the livingroom and answers the phone.

marietta

hello... who is this?...

cut to:

7. int. pee dee county work farm - day

a guard stands by as sailor ripley, twenty-three years old - lost

somewhere between the cool long-gone generation and a used-car salesman

- speaks on a prisoner phone in a green cement cubicle with one bench.

sailor

(into phone)

...sailor ripley... can i talk

to lula?

cut to:

6a. int. fortune house - day

marietta

there抯 no way in hell you can speak

to her and...

cut to:

7a. int. pee dee county work farm - day

sailor

(feeling a smile coming on)

what?...

cut to:

6b. int. fortune house - day

marietta

...yes you heard me... don抰 ever

call back here again.

marietta hangs up the phone as lula pace fortune, marietta抯 twenty-year

old daughter, comes quickly down the stairs.

lula

mama???

marietta

you know who it was and you know

you aren抰, and i mean are not

gonna see him ever... end of story.

lula

(quietly)

like hell.

marietta, her hand still on the telephone, grips the receiver so hard

her knuckles turn white.

cut to:

8. int. fortune house - lula扴 room upstairs - day

lula enters her room and cranks up her stereo. speed metal music jumps

up to around one hundred twenty decibels.

cut to:

9. int. pee dee county work farm - day

the guard escorts sailor away from the telephone and back to his cell.

the iron bars of the door slide across sailor抯 face and close with a

bang.

cut to:

10. ext. the music bar - night

a beat-up, red ?4 ford falcon station wagon filled with insane

teenagers on speed and pcp race out of control down the street past the

club - leaning out the car in every direction. they scream out to the

desolate-looking passerby.

teenagers

eat shit motherfuckers!!!!!!

the camera cranes up to the neon club sign and gets lost among the hot

pink neon, the frantic moths and the intense electric buzz.

cut to:

11. int. the music bar - night

lula and her friend, beany thorn, sit at a table drinking rum coca-colas

while watching and listening to a white blues band called the bleach

boys. the group segues smoothly from elmore james抯 揇ust my broom?

into robert johnson抯 揗e and the devil?and beany lets out a snort.

beany

i can dig this music... but not

that singer.

lula

why?... he抯 right in the groove.

beany

he抯 so ugly. guys with beards and

beer guts ain抰 quite my type.

lula

(giggles)

seein抯 how you抮e about as thick as

a used string of unwaxed dental floss,

don抰 know how you can criticize.

beany

yeah, well, if he says that all that

flab turns into dick at midnight,

he抯 a liar.

lula and beany laugh and swallow some of their drinks.

beany

so, sailor抯 gettin?out soon, and

you抮e gonna see him?

lula nods and crushes an ice cube with her back teeth and chews it.

lula

meetin?him at the gate. that phone

call this afternoon was the signal.

my deranged mama抯 hid the keys to

my car. but of course, i know

exactly where they are.

beany

i didn抰 hate me so much, i抎 feel

better wishin?you luck.

lula

can抰 all husbands be perfect, and

your elmo prob抣y wouldn抰a ever

got that second one pregnant, you

hadn抰 kicked his ass out.

beany

so you抮e gonna be needin?the

揵lue-bird?pretty soon?

lula

real soon ... i抣l be makin?the swap

tomorrow, and thanks again, beany.

the bleach boys kick into some kind of professor longhair swamp mambo.

cut to:

12. ext. bay st. clement - day

plumes of smoke from fires rise in the distance.

dissolve to:

13. int. fortune house - day

an empty livingroom. the smoke from the city fire appears during the

course of the dissolve to be in the livingroom - then it disappears.

an empty hallway.

an empty stairway.

13a. int. fortune house - marietta扴 bedroom - day

feet (lula抯) was across carpet.

a closet door opens.

a hand (lula抯) reaches into the pocket of a coat in her mother抯

closet. the hand comes out clutching car keys.

13b. int. fortune house - stairway - day

lula races down the stairs and through a door into the garage.

cut to:

14. ext. fortune house - day

the electronic garage door opens and lula drives her ?0 black camaro

out and away. the garage door closes automatically.

cut to:

15. ext. city streets - day

lula drives fast up a neighborhood street. she turns a corner and

disappears.

cut to:

16. int. beany thorn扴 garage - day

lula throws her car keys under the front seat and goes around to beany抯

?7 dark blue thunderbird convertible - fishes around under the t-bird抯

front seat for the keys - finds them - jumps in and takes off.

dissolve to:

17. ext. fortune house - day

marietta leaves her cadillac seville in her driveway and enters the

house. we can hear her calling out for lula in the distance. the

calling changes - it becomes angry. the garage door opens and marietta

comes storming out. she leaps in her caddy and peels out.

cut to:

18. int. 揝outhern time?bar - day

marietta enters the bar on the run. she calls out to the bartender...

marietta

where抯 johnnie? he抯 not in his office.

bartender

haven抰 seen 抜m yet today, marietta.

marietta

(slightly hysterical)

well i gotta find him - right this

minute!

cut to:

19. ext. pee dee county work farm - day

sailor is waiting out front as lula pulls up in her t-bird - throwing

out a cloud of dust. they抮e both smiling.

lula

hey baby...

sailor

peanut...

they kiss tenderly and then sailor walks around the car to get in while

lula opens up a suitcase and gets out his snakeskin jacket.

sailor

hey, my snakeskin jacket... thanks,

baby... did i ever tell you that

this here jacket for me is a symbol

of my individuality and my belief

in personal freedom?

lula

払out fifty thousand times. i got

us a room at the cape fear, and

guess what?... i hear powermad抯

at 揟he hurricane.?

sailor

(smiling)

stab it and steer.

lula tromps it and throws out an even larger cloud of dust.

cut to:

20. int. cape fear hotel - day

sailor and lula lay on the bed in the cape fear hotel listening to the

fan creak.

lula

did you ever think somethin?like

about the wicked witch of the east

comin?flyin?in?... did you ever

think somethin?and then later think

you抳e said it out loud to someone?

sailor

i really did miss your mind while i

was out at pee dee, honey. the

rest of you, too, of course. but

the way your head works is god抯 own

private mystery. what was it you

was thinkin?

lula

well, i was thinkin?about smokin?

actually... my mama smokes marlboros

now, used to be she smoked kools?

i stole 抏m from her beginnin?in

about sixth grade. when i got old

enough to buy my own, i bought those.

now i抳e just about settled on mores,

as you probably noticed? they抮e longer.

sailor

i guess i started smokin?when i was

about six... my mama was already

dead from lung cancer...

lula

what brand抎 she smoke?

sailor

camels, same as me... guess both

my mama and my daddy died of smoke

or alcohol related illness.

lula

gee, sailor. i抦 sorry, honey. i

never would have guessed it.

sailor

it抯 okay. i hardly used to see

them anyway. i didn抰 have much

parental guiding. the public defender

kept sayin?that at my parole hearin?

he was a good ol?boy, stood by me...

even brought me some cartons of

cigarettes from time to time.

lula

i抎 stand by you, sailor ... through

anything.

sailor

hell, peanut, you stuck with me after

i planted bob ray lemon. a man can抰

ask for more than that.

lula pulls sailor over to her and kisses him soft on the mouth.

lula

you move me, sailor, you really do.

you mark me the deepest.

sailor pulls down the sheet, exposing lula抯 breasts.

sailor

you抮e perfect for me, too.

lula

you remind me of my daddy, you know?

mama told me he liked skinny women

whose breasts were just a bit too

big for their bodies. he had a long

nose, too, like theirs. did i ever

tell you how he died?

sailor

in a fire, as i recall.

lula

started he couldn抰 remember things?

got real violent? mama kept tellin? me it was on account of lead poisoning

from cleanin?the old paint off our

house without usin?a mask... but

i don抰 know. seems like his brain

just fell apart in pieces.

cut to:

21. int. fortune house - kitchen - night

clyde fortune tears a door off the kitchen cabinets and strews the

cabinet contents all across the counter and floor. he puts his fist

through the kitchen window. he leaps on the counter and bats the

kitchen ceiling light - smashing it. he kicks over the refrigerator.

clyde

fuckin?bitch!!!!

cut to:

22. int. cape fear hotel - day

lula抯 eyes look off, remembering.

lula

finally in the middle of the one

night, with me and mama asleep

upstairs ... he poured kerosene over

himself and lit a match.

cut to:

23. int. fortune house - livingroom - night

clyde fortune, completely engulfed in fire, races across and back the

livingroom until he collapses in a fifties modern armchair. the drapes

behind him burst in flames.

lula

(voice-over)

near burned down the house. we

got out just in time.

the whole livingroom goes up in flames.

cut to:

24. int. cape fear hotel - day

cu the red hot ash of lula抯 cigarette as she inhales deeply. as she

exhales a cloud of smoke she turns to sailor.

lula

it was a year before i met you.

sailor takes the cigarette out of lula抯 hand and puts it into the

ashtray by her bed. he pulls her to him and kisses her throat.

sailor

you have such a pretty, long neck,

like a swan.

lula

grandmama pace had a long, smooth

white neck. it was like on a

statue it was so white?

sailor drifts his thumb over lula抯 left nipple then cups her breast in

his hand. they kiss.

cut to:

25. int. fortune house - day

marietta pours johnnie farragut another shot of scotch.

marietta

i knew this would happen. soon as

that piece of filth got out of

pee dee, i knew there抎 be trouble.

he抯 just got some kind of influence

over her i can抰 decipher. there抯

somethin?wild in lula i don抰 know

where it comes from. you gotta find

抏m, johnnie.

johnnie

he served his time for what he did.

another thing... if lula went with

him of her own volition - willingly,

that is - there ain抰 much can be

done about it.

marietta

don抰 talk down to me, johnnie

farragut. i know what volition means,

and that抯 why i want sailor ripley

off the planet! he抯 pure slime and

it抯 leakin?all over my baby.

maybe you could push him into makin? some kinda move and then kill him

dead. you抎 only be defendin?

yourself, and with his record,

nobody抎 fuss.

johnnie pours himself another tumblerful of walker black label.

johnnie

i抣l locate lula, marietta, and if

she抯 with the ripley boy, i抣l

give him a talkin?to and try to

convince her to come back with me.

that抯 about all i can do.

he takes a long swallow from the tumbler. marietta begins to cry. she

blubbers for a few seconds, and then stops as abruptly as she抎 started.

her grey eyes glaze over.

marietta

i抣l hire a hit man if you don抰 want

to help me stop this thing. i抣l

call marcello santos.

johnnie

now, marietta, i am goin?to help you.

and don抰 be gettin?carried away.

you don抰 want to be bringin?santos

and his people into it.

marietta

you抮e just jealous of santos cause

he抯 sweet on me.

johnnie

darlin? you ain抰 seein?santos

again, are ya?

marietta

oh, johnnie farragut... don抰 you

trust your very own marietta?

johnnie

sorry, sweetheart. bein?in love

with you like i am brings out that

ugly jealous side.

marietta

well stop worryin?about me and

start worryin?about how you抮e

gonna get that lula back here and

away from that murderer.

johnnie

sailor ain抰 a murderer. you got to

get off that kick. and far抯 i can

tell, sailor was entire clean prior

to that involvin?lula. even there

he was protectin?her. you oughta

be thankin?him for that. that bob

ray lemon they say was comin?after

the both of 抏m. why am i tellin? you this, you was around that night.

you ought to know just exactly what

happened. sailor just got a little

too forceful is all... you remember

that night...

cu of marietta?eyes as she thinks back.

cut to:

26. int. bay st. clement hotel - ballroom - night

we see marietta standing in a carpeted hallway above the ballroom.

dance band music can be heard in the distance. sailor appears coming up

the hallway - slightly drunk - he carefully sets his drink on the carpet

outside the men扴 room.

marietta抯 pov of sailor entering the men扴 room.

cu of marietta抯 glazed eyes and smiling face.

marietta抯 pov of walking toward men扴 room.

cut to:

27. int. fortune house - day

marietta

maybe i was there, but i didn抰 see

anythin? all i know抯 that trash

killed a man with his bare hands.

hands which are now prob抣y all

over my baby!

johnnie

marietta, settle down now darlin?..

i want what抯 best for her, too -

like i said, i抣l do what i can to

bring her home.

cut to:

28. int. cape fear hotel - day

lula is standing in the bathroom of their room at the hotel fooling with

her hair in front of the mirror. sailor can see her through the doorway

from where he lays on the bed.

lula

sailor, you are somethin?else,

honey... when i was fifteen, mama

told me that pretty soon i抎 be

startin?to think about sex, and

i should talk to her before i did

anything about it.

sailor

but honey, i thought you told me

your uncle pooch raped you when

you was thirteen.

lula

that抯 true. uncle pooch wasn抰

really an uncle. he was a business

partner of my daddy抯? and my mama

never knew nothin?about me and

him - that抯 for damn sure. his real

name was somethin?kind of european,

like pucinski. but everyone just

called him pooch. he came around the

house sometimes when daddy was away.

i always figured he was sweet on

mama, so when he cornered me one

afternoon, i was surprised more抧

a little.

sailor

how抎 it happen, peanut? he just

pull out the old toad and let it

croak?

lula brushes away her bangs and frowns. she takes a cigarette from the

pack on the sink and lights it, then lets it dangle from her lips while

she teases her hair.

lula

you抮e terrible crude sometimes,

sailor, you know?

sailor

i can抰 hardly understand you when

you talk with one of them mores in

your mouth.

lula takes a long, slow drag on her more and sets it down on the edge of

the sink.

lula

i said you can be too crude sometimes?

i don抰 think i care for it.

sailor

sorry, sugar. go on and tell me how

old pooch done the deed.

lula

well, mama was at the busy bee havin? her hair dyed? and i was alone in

the house.

cut to:

29. int. fortune house - kitchen - day

we see what she talks about.

lula

(voice-over)

uncle pooch came in the side door

through the porch, you know? where

i was makin?a jelly and banana

sandwich? i remember i had my hair

in curlers cause i was goin?that

night with vicki and cherry ann, the

desoto sisters. uncle pooch must have

known nobody but me was home, cause

he came right in and put both his

hands on my butt and sorta shoved me

up against the counter.

cut to:

30. int. cape fear hotel - day

sailor

didn抰 he say somethin?

lula shakes her head. she picks up her cigarette, takes a puff and

throws it into the toilet.

ecu of cigarette in toilet.

lula

not really. least not so i recall now.

lula flushes the toilet and watches the more come apart as it swirls

down the hole.

ecu of cigarette coming apart as it swirls.

sailor

so how抎 he finally nail you? right

there in the kitchen?

lula

no, he picked me up.

cut to:

31. int. fortune house - kitchen/maid扴 room - day

we see what she talks about.

lula

(voice-over)

he was short but powerful. with

hairy arms? anyway, he carried me

into the maid抯 dayroom which nobody

used. we did it there on an old bed.

cut to:

32. int. cape fear hotel - day

sailor

慦e?did it? whattaya mean? didn抰

he force you?

lula

well, sure. but he was super-gentle,

you know? i mean, he raped me and

all, but i guess there抯 all

different kinds of rapes. i didn抰

exactly want him to do it but i

suppose once it started, it didn抰

seem all that terrible. it was over

pretty quick, and after uncle pooch

just stood there and pulled up his

trousers and left me there. i

stayed in bed till i heard him drive

off. then i just went back into

the kitchen and finished makin?my

sandwich.

sailor

and you never told nobody about it?

lula

just you. uncle pooch never acted

strange or different after. and he

never did anything else to me. i

always got a nice present from him

at christmas, like a coat or jewelry?

(pause)

cut to:

33. two lane highway - day

one hundred twenty decibels - head on collision of a ?4 ford pick-up

and a ?4 chevy station wagon. no survivors. balls of flame and

grinding metal.

cut to:

34. int. cape fear hotel - day

lula

uncle pooch died in a car crash three

years later while he was holidayin? in myrtle beach. they still got way

too much traffic there for my taste...

and another thing, baby... that

government of ours should be keepin? us separated from outer space...

sailor

here she goes again...

lula

sailor, that ozone layer is

disappearin? seems to me the

government could do somethin?about

it. one of these mornings the

sun抣l come up and burn a hole clean

through the planet like an x-ray.

lula strikes a match and lights another cigarette.

sailor

(laughs)

that ain抰 never will happen, honey.

least not in our lifetime.

somewhere in the hotel a woman laughs. it is a kind of wild, crazy

laugh, and for the few seconds it lasts, lula抯 face goes pale.

sailor

you okay, honey?

lula

that woman抯 laugh creeps me out.

i heard somethin?like that...

somewhere before... sound抎 like

the wicked witch...

sailor

just sounded like an old gal havin? a good time to me... you ready to

dance?

lula

i抦 always ready to dance. but i

need me a kiss first, honey. just one?

lula and sailor kiss. in the middle of the kiss, the woman抯

creepy/crazy laugh is heard again in the distance and lula抯 eyes snap

open with a kind of fear.

cut to:

35. ext. fortune house - backyard - late afternoon/evening

marietta is escorting marcello santos and two stiff drinks to a table in

her backyard.

santos

i knew you抎 want it again...

marietta

that抯 not why i called.

santos

oh yeah - sure ... okay.

marietta

santos... it isn抰.

santos

have it your way... but you want it.

marietta

lula抯 gone off with sailor.

santos

what do you want me to do about it?

marietta

i want you to take care of sailor, so

he won抰 ever be able to bother my

baby again.

santos

take care of him?

marietta

yes.

santos

what does take care of him mean?...

do you want me to give him food or

some clothing?

marietta

what抯 with you?... you know what

take care of him means. i don抰

call santos except for one big reason.

santos

big is the key word, and i抦 telling

you i want it bad.

marietta

i want you to get rid of sailor.

santos

get rid of him?

marietta

yes... get rid of him.

santos

how would i do that? send him on a

trip - like maybe to hawaii?

marietta

santos, why in hell do you insist on

playin?this stupid game?

santos

just tell me what you want.

marietta

i don抰 need to explain anymore抧 i

have... you know damn well.

santos

you need to explain it.

marietta

all right... i want you ... to ...

kill ... sailor... as simple as that.

santos

simple? kill him?... how?

marietta

that抯 your business... i don抰 care

how.

santos

like an accident where maybe lula

might also get hurt?

marietta

no... for god抯 sakes, santos!

santos

well, like kill him with the atomic

bomb?

marietta

santos...

santos

explain it... i told you.

marietta

shoot him.

santos

shoot him? like with a gun?

marietta

yes.

santos

where?... in the leg?

marietta

no.

santos

where?

marietta

in the head.

santos

shoot sailor in the head with a

gun... now i抦 beginning to get

it... you want me to shoot sailor

in the head with a gun.

marietta

yes.

santos

but where in the head?... not the

chin, i hope.

marietta

no... in the brains... what little

i抦 sure he has.

santos

you want me to shoot sailor in the

brains with a gun.

marietta

yes.

santos

through the forehead?

marietta

yes.

santos

wrong! it抯 much better to blow a

hole in the back of the head ...

right toward the bridge of the nose

... lots and lots of irreparable

damage.

marietta

see! i knew you had it all under

control.

santos

why didn抰 you send johnnie farragut?

marietta

maybe i did... try new orleans first...

lula can抰 ever stop talkin?抌out that

town.

santos

on one condition...

he pauses and smiles strangely.

santos

you give me your permission to kill

johnnie farragut.

marietta

(whisper)

santos... no... please, santos...

santos

you抮e not tellin?me that you抮e

sweet on him?

marietta

no... but...

santos

one day he抯 gonna find out what

we抮e up to with mr. reindeer, and

he could cause us a lot of trouble.

they stare at each other for a moment.

santos

i抦 gonna take your silence as a

搚es?..

marietta

santos... i can抰...

santos

shhhh... it抯 all right... also, i

either take you or that pretty

daughter of yours to bed.

marietta

you fucker, don抰 you ever touch

lula - you fucker, i抣l kill you.

santos

(laughing)

put your shoulders back.

marietta

what?

santos

put your shoulders back, i said.

marietta puts her shoulders back and santos comes and stands in front of

her.

santos

you got nice tits.

marietta

someone抯 gonna see us.

santos

(smiling as he starts

to feel her breasts)

that抯 just another part of the price

to pay.

marietta

santos... you kill that sailor,

otherwise he抯 gonna turn my baby

against me.

santos lifts one hand up to marietta抯 chin and raises her face up

towards his.

santos

look at me... there抯 no turning back

on this... i抦 gonna kill sailor...

that抯 for sure.

cut to:

36. int. 揟he hurricane?- a speed metal club - night

we see the sign which has all the letters tipped way over to the right -

as if in a hurricane. two leaning palm trees border the sign.

one hundred decibels of speed metal. we see the name 揚owermad?on the

bass drum.

the band segues into 揝laughter house?and it抯 a hot one. sailor grabs

lula and they start dancing like two jacked-up spastics in an electrical

storm. a few punks actually stop dancing to watch sailor and lula.

they thought they抎 seen everything.

cu of lula and sailor - they抮e in love and dancing hot. an idiot punk

moves close to lula and rubs up against her as he dances by. sailor

turns to the lead guitar player and signals him to stop the music

immediately. suddenly everything is deathly quiet. sailor gives the

man a fully extended 揜eno point?..

sailor

are you going to provide me with an

opportunity to prove my love to my

girl? or are you gonna save

youself some trouble and step up

like a gentleman and apologize to her?

idiot punk

don抰 fuck with me, man. you look

like a clown in that stupid jacket.

sailor

this is a snakeskin jacket, and for

me it抯 a symbol of my individuality

and my belief in personal freedom.

idiot punk

...asshole.

sailor

(as he moves toward the idiot punk)

come here.

lula

sailor, honey...

the idiot punk tries to hit sailor, but sailor slaps him so hard his

knees almost bend backwards. the idiot punk goes down - fighting back

tears and holding his cheek.

sailor

(helping him up)

i抦 sorry to do this to ya here

in front of a crowd, but i want ya

to stand up and make a nice apology

to my girl.

idiot punk

(to lula)

i抦 sorry.

lula

hell, you just rubbed up against

the wrong girl is all.

sailor

that抯 good... now go get yourself

a beer.

(turning to the band)

you fellas have alotta the same power

elvis had... y抋ll know this one?...

sailor starts to sing an elvis presley song, 揕ove me.? as the band

joins in with a perfect back-up - sailor sings to lula. the speed metal

crowd is mesmerized.

dissolve to:

37. int. cape fear hotel - night

cu of pink - the whole screen is filled with pink nylon. panning down,

we see lula抯 breasts, which stand up and say 揾ello.? lula puts on her

favorite pink shortie nightgown.

lula

why didn抰 ya sing 揕ove me tender?

... you told me that was your

favorite love song.

sailor turns around from his sprawled on the bed position watching the

dating game show.

sailor

扖ause i抦 only gonna sing that song

to my wife.

lula makes a face. she lies down on the bed next to sailor.

lula

what you want to watch this trash for?

ain抰 one of those people have a real

thought in their brain.

sailor

that so?

(keeping his gaze on the tv)

you want to tell me what, if any,

real thoughts you had lately?

lula

what you have to get personal about

so quick? all i mean is you could

possibly read a book.

sailor grunts.

lula

what抯 that honey?

sailor

we didn抰 have no tv up at pee dee,

baby, you know?

lula slides her head up and kisses sailor on the cheek.

lula

i抦 sorry, sweetie. i forget some

moments where all you been the last

two years.

sailor

twenty-three months, eighteen days is

all. don抰 need to make more抧 it

was.

(referring to dating game show)

this couple抯 goin?on a date to

hawaii. the girl chose him over the

other two guys.

lula

don抰 the reject guys get anythin?

sailor

gift certificates to kentucky fried

chicken.

lula

that don抰 seem fair.

sailor

hell, why should the datin?game be

different from real life? at least

them boys is gonna get somethin?to

eat.

later - in the dark

sailor and lula are in bed. lula lays in sailor抯 arms.

lula

sailor?

sailor

yeah?

lula

wouldn抰 it be fabulous if we somehow

stayed in love for the rest of our

lives?

sailor

(laughing)

you think of the weirdest damn things

to say sometimes, peanut. ain抰 we

been doin?a pretty fair job this far?

lula

oh, you know exactly what i mean,

honey? it抎 make the future so simple

and nice.

sailor

at pee dee, all you think about is

the future, you know? gettin?out?

and what you抣l do and what you抣l

think about when you抮e on the

outside again.

lula

i just think about things as they

come up. i never been much of a planner.

sailor

it ain抰 altogether terrible just to

let things go along sometimes.

lula, i done a few things in my life

i ain抰 too proud of, but i抣l tell

ya from now on i ain抰 gonna do

nothin?for no good reason. all i

know for sure is there抯 more抧 a

few bad ideas runnin?around loose

out there.

ecu of match girding along the strike pad and bursting into flame.

lula lights her cigarette.

lula

you know there抯 somethin?i ain抰

never told you about, sailor, and

this here抯 a story with the lesson

that there抯 a right time and a

wrong time for things to happen...

when i was almost sixteen i got pregnant.

sailor looks her in the eyes.

sailor

musta been a lesson tellin?ya it

was the wrong time... what did you

do, your mama find out?

lula

(nods)

she got me an abortion...

cut to:

38. int. abortion clinic - miami - day

ecu of dying fetus with one hundred twenty decibels lula抯 scream over.

the fetus twitches in its little pod of blood.

ecu of pulsing vein in lula抯 neck - loud violent heartbeat sound - like

a double-pedaled kick bass drum.

ecu of lula抯 forehead covered in sweat running down to her eyes - open

wide and wild.

ecu of fetus into medical trash can.

ecu of bloodied abortion instruments.

the doctor leans across the abortion table.

lula

(voice-over)

...from some old doctor with the

hairiest nostrils and ears i ever seen.

ecu of doctor抯 nose and ears ... hair!

lula

(voice-over)

afterwards... momma says...

we see marietta standing next to the doctor.

lula

(voice-over)

...i hope you appreciate my spendin? six hundred dollars, not countin? what it cost us to get here and

back... this man抯 the best damn

abortionist in the south.

cut to:

39. int. cape fear motel - night

sailor

you tell the boy who knocked you up?

lula

it was my cousin, dell, done it? his

folks used to visit with us summers.

sailor

what happened to him?

lula

oh, nothin? i never let on to mama

about dell bein?the one. i just

flat refused to tell her who the

daddy was? i didn抰 tell dell, neither.

he was back home in chattanooga by then,

anyhow, and i didn抰 see the point.

somethin?terrible happened to him,

though. six months ago.

sailor

what抯 that, peanut?

lula

dell disappeared. dell was learnin?

a hard lesson. what i learned from

observin?dell is i think people who

are frightened want to disappear.

he抎 startin?behavin?weird? like

comin?up to people every fifteen

minutes and askin?how they were

doin?

cut to:

40. ext. city street - chattanooga - day

dell, wearing a soiled double-knit suit stops a lady in the street, and

smiling about the fact that earlier that morning he抯 placed a cockroach

on his anus, he speaks to the woman.

dell

how抮e ya doin?

cut to:

41. int. cape fear hotel - night

lula

and just seemin?real spacey and

actin?funny.

sailor

actin?funny how?

lula

well, like mama told me, aunt rootie,

dell抯 mama? she found cockroaches

in dell抯 underwear.

cut to:

42. int. aunt rootie扴 house

cu of aunt rootie - unfolds a pair of dirty jockey shorts and several

cockroaches fall out.

cut to:

43. int. cape fear hotel - night

lula

one time, aunt rootie caught dell

puttin?one big cockroach on his anus?

sailor

hell, peanut...

lula

one time - real late - like about two

thirty a.m.? she found dell up in

the black of night all dressed and

makin?sandwiches in the kitchen.

cut to:

44. aunt rootie扴 house - kitchen - night

in the dark kitchen, aunt rootie finds dell making sandwiches - slicing

them on the diagonal.

aunt rootie

what抮e ya doin?

dell

makin?my lunch!!!

lula

(voice-over)

dell told her he was makin?his

lunch and goin?to work. he抯 a

welder? and she made him go back

to bed.

we see aunt rootie cross the kitchen - take the knife away from dell and

lead him out of the kitchen.

cut to:

45. int. cape fear hotel - night

lula

then he抎 carry on about the weather?

talk about how rainfall抯 controlled by

aliens livin?on earth. also how men

wearin?black leather gloves...

cut to:

46. int. aunt rootie扴 house - dell扴 room - night

dell, crying uncontrollably, is in the center of the room squatting like

an indian in his jockey shorts. he has a long ruler stretched out in

front of him which he抯 using to press down on the top of a lone black

glove on the floor.

lula

(voice-over)

...are followin?him around.

sailor

prob抣y the rain boys from outer space.

cut to:

47. int. cape fear hotel - night

lula

it ain抰 so funny now, though. december

before christmas? dell disappeared

again and aunt rootie hired a private

eye to find him. he was missin?for

almost a month before he wandered back

in the house on mornin?dressed in some

filthy santa claus suit.

48a. ext. aunt rootie扴 house - day

dell walking to house.

cut to:

48. int. aunt rootie扴 house - day

dell enters the front door in a santa claus suit so filthy you can

hardly see the red through the black. he walks right past aunt rootie

and goes back into the kitchen. there he immediately does a spread-

eagle on the floor and violently scratches his left ankle.

lula

(voice-over)

the private eye cost aunt rootie over

a thousand dollars? then a little

while later dell ran off a third

time to some place he said would

揼ive him peace of mind.? nobody抯

seen him since.

cut to:

49. int. cape fear hotel - night

sailor

sound like ol?dell抯 more抧 just a

little confused, peanut... too

bad he couldn抰 visit that ol?

wizard of oz and get some good advice.

lula

too bad we all can抰, baby... one

thing about dell?

sailor

what抯 that?

lula

when he was about seventeen, he

startin?losin?his hair.

sailor

so?

lula

he抯 twenty-four now? a year older

than you? and must be 抌out bald.

sailor

there抯 worse things that can happen

to a man, honey.

lula

yeah, i suppose. but you know somethin? baby, hair does make a difference.

lula turns to study sailor.

lula

i sure am glad they didn抰 give you

no prison haircut...

(sexual whisper)

gives me somethin?to grab hold of

while we抮e makin?love?

they kiss passionately.

dissolve to:

50. int. cape fear hotel - night

sailor gets up from the bed and begins putting on his clothes. lula is

painting her toenails red.

sailor

let抯 go dancin? peanut. i抦

ready.

lula

we gotta be careful, honey, my mama抯

gonna have johnnie farragut on us

like a duck on a june bug, and he抯

one clever detective? you know how

clever? he once told me that he

could find an honest man in washington.

my toenails gotta dry first anyways,

sailor.

sailor

one thing puzzles my mind, sugar...

you抮e twenty years old - aren抰

you ever curious why your mama has

this fixation on keepin?us apart?

puttin?a detective on us. i抣l tell

ya lula... well... it抯 more抧 me

killin?bob ray lemon...

lula

maybe my mama cares for me just a

little too much...

sailor

yeah, maybe...

sailor抯 eyes seem to be thinking back...

cut to:

51. int. bay st. clement hotel - hallway above ballroom - night

we see an empty carpeted hallway and can hear a ballroom dance band

playing in the distance. sailor obviously slightly drunk, comes down

the hall. he carefully, almost losing his balance, places his drink

outside the men扴 room and enters. marietta standing down at the other

end of the hall - also drunk - smiles and stares at the men扴 room door

through her glazed eyes. sailor enters the men扴 room.

cut to:

52. int. men扴 room - bay st. clement hotel - night

sailor steps up to a urinal and starts doing his business. marietta

suddenly appears - drunk and laughing. she grabs him and pulls him into

a stall - closing and locking the door behind them.

marietta

hey, sailor boy, you wanna fuck lula抯

mama?...

sailor

no.

marietta

well, she wants to fuck you.

she starts trying to french kiss sailor when an old man comes in to

urinate and sailor and marietta freeze - in a kiss. sailor is going

crazy in one way (wishing this wasn抰 happening.) marietta is going

crazy in another. the man finishes and as he leaves...

old man

(covering his eyes from

seeing them)

lousy fuckin?homosexuals...

sailor

(instantly pulling away

from marietta)

what are you, sick?... i抦 with lula.

marietta

no... i just wanted to kiss you

good-bye... you know too much 抌out

little lula抯 mom...

sailor

whattya mean?

marietta

well, johnnie told me you used to

drive for clyde and santos...

sailor

so?

marietta

so maybe one night you got a little

too close to the fire... and you抮e

gonna get burned, baby... and

besides that, you抮e shit... d抷ou

think i抎 let my little girl go with

shit like you?... why, you belong

right here in one of these toilets.

sailor

you抮e gonna have to kill me to keep

me away from lula.

marietta

oh, don抰 worry 抌out that...

cut to:

int. cape fear hotel - night

sailor

it抯 a prob抣m i don抰 think抯 gonna

go away too soon though... peanut,

i抦 thinkin?of breakin?parole and

takin?you out to sunny california.

lula

sailor!

sailor

you up for that?

lula

i抎 got to the far end of the world

for you, baby... you know i would.

sailor

those toenails dry yet? we got some

dancin?to do.

we drift down lula抯 long white legs to her blood red toenails.

cut to:

54. int. 揟he hurricane bar?- night

cu of lula抯 dancing feet in black spiked-heel sandals exposing blurred

blood red toenails. lula and sailor are at it again - dancing as if

plugged in to the main power plant.

dissolve to:

55. int. bar - back of 揟he hurricane?- night

drenched in sweat, sailor and lula sit at a corner table chug-a-lugging

揜olling rock?during the band抯 break. lula notices a girl in the

corner eye-balling sailor. she splits her attention between the girl

and sailor.

lula

...that抯 an awful long way to go,

just to get some pussy.

sailor

yeah, i had my first taste on that

trip to juarez. at that age you

still got a lot of energy.

lula

you still got plenty energy for

me, baby.

lula has had enough of the girl staring at sailor.

lula

take a picture, bitch... it抣l

last longer.

girl

oh yeah?

lula

i抣l slap those eyes right outta

your head.

the girl gets up in a huff and leaves.

lula

sorry, baby... when抯 the first

time you done it with a girl who

wasn抰 hookin?

sailor

maybe two, three months after juarez.

i was visitin?my cousin, junior

train, in savannah, and we were at

some kid抯 house whose parents were

out of town. a girl comes up to me

that was real tall, taller than me.

cut to:

56. int. junior train扴 friend扴 house - kitchen - savannah

we see what he talks about.

sailor

(voice-over)

she looked right at me and run her

tongue over her lips and put her

hand on my arm - told me her name

was irma.

cut to:

57. int. bar - back of 揟he hurricane?- night

lula

what抎 you say to her?

sailor

told her my name. then she said

somethin?like, 慖t抯 so noisy

down here. why don抰 we go

upstairs so we can hear ourselves?? she turned around and led the way.

i knew i had an important lesson

to learn that day.

cut to:

58. int. junior train扴 friend扴 house - stairway - night

we see what he talks about.

sailor

(voice-over)

when she got almost to the top step

i stuck my hand between her legs

from behind.

cut to:

59. int. bar - back of 揟he hurricane?- night

lula

oh, baby. what a bad boy you are!

sailor

(laughing)

that抯 just what she said. i had

a boner with a capital 揙.? i

went to kiss her but she broke off

laughin?and ran down the hallway.

i found her lyin?on a bed in a room

filled with assault weapons and

penthouse magazines. she was a wild

chick. she was wearin?bright orange

pants with kind of spanish lookin?lacy

black stripes down the sides. you

know, them kind that doesn抰 go all

the way down your leg?

lula

you mean like pedal pushers?

sailor

i guess.

cut to:

60. int. junior train扴 friend扴 house - bedroom night

we see what he talks about.

sailor

(voice-over)

she just rolled over onto her stomach

and stuck her ass up in the air. i

slid my hand between her legs and

she closed her thighs on it.

cut to:

61. int. bar - back of 揟he hurricane?- night

lula

you抮e excitin?me, honey. what抎

she do?

sailor

her face was half-pushed into the

pillow, and she looked back over

her shoulder at me and said, 慖

won抰 suck you. don抰 ask me to

suck you.?

lula

poor baby. she don抰 know what she

missed. what color hair she have?

sailor

sorta brown, blonde, i guess. but

dig this, sweetie. then she turns

over, peels off them orange pants,

and spreads her legs real wide and

says to me...

cut to:

62. int. junior train扴 friend扴 house - bedroom - night

irma

(her smiling face)

take a bite of peach.

cut to:

63. int. bar - back of 揟he hurricane?- night

lula

(howls)

jesus, honey! you more抧 sorta

got what you come for... you

better rum me back to the hotel,

baby... you got me hotter抧

georgia asphalt.

sailor

say no more... but go easy on me,

sweetheart... tomorrow we got alotta

drivin?to do.

(he takes out a cigarette and laughs)

hotter抧 georgia asphalt?

ecu of match striking and bursting into flames.

white out:

cut to:

64. int. thunderbird convertible - day

sailor is at the wheel of the dark blue ?7 thunderbird convertible.

they are flying down a two-lane southern highway.

lula

i抣l drop mama a postcard from

somewhere. i mean, i don抰 want her

to worry no more抧 necessary.

sailor

what do you mean by necessary? she抯

prob抣y already called the cops, my

parole officer, her p.i. boyfriend

johnnie farragut.

lula

i suppose so. she knew i was bound

to see you soon as you was sprung,

but i don抰 figure she counted on

us takin?off together like this...

i guess this means you抮e breakin? parole, then?

sailor

you guess? my parole was broke two

hundred miles back when we burnt

portagee county.

lula

what抣l it be like in california,

sailor, do you think? i hear it

don抰 rain much there.

sailor

you got about six more big states

to go before we find out.

lula

we got through two states already.

lula lights up a cigarette.

sailor

that don抰 smell like a more.

lula

it ain抰. it抯 part of the lessons

of life. i picked me up a pack of

vantages before we left the cape?

sailor

they sure do stink.

lula

yeah, i guess, but - and here抯 the

lesson part - they ain抰 supposed

to be so bad for you.

sailor

you ain抰 gonna begin worryin?about

what抯 bad for you at this hour, are

you, sugar? i mean, here you are

crossin?state lines with a a-

number one certified murderer.

lula

manslaughterer, honey, not murderer.

don抰 exaggerate.

sailor

okay, manslaughterer who抯 broke his

parole and got in mind nothin?but

immoral purposes far抯 you抮e

concerned.

lula

thank the lord. well, you ain抰 let

me down yet, sailor. that抯 more抧

i can say for the rest of the world?

sailor laughs and shoots the t-bird up to seventy.

sailor

you please me, too, peanut.

cut to:

65. int. johnnie farragut扴 ?9 maroon buick - day

johnnie farragut drives down a southern highway on his mission.

dissolve to:

66. int. thunderbird - day

sailor

life is a bitch and then you marry one.

lula

what kinda trash talk is that?

sailor

(laughs)

what it says on the bumper sticker

up front. on that pickup.

lula

that抯 disgustin? those kinda

sentiments shouldn抰 be allowed out

in public. is this biloxi yet?

sailor

almost. i figure we should find us

a place to stay and then go eat.

lula

got anyplace special in mind?

sailor

we oughta stay somewhere outta the

way. not in no holidays or ramadas

or motel six. if johnnie farragut抯

on our trail he抣l check those first.

66a. ext. thunderbird/ext. the host of the old south hotel - day

they pass the biloxi city limit sign.

lula

how about that one? the host of

the old south hotel.

sailor

looks more like the ghost of the

old south, but we抣l try her.

cut to:

67. int. the host of the old south hotel - evening

the room is large but cheap. lula strips off the dishwater grey

bedspread and tosses it over by the bureau. sailor looks out the broken

window.

lula

i h-a-t-e hotel bedspreads. they

don抰 hardly never get washed, and

i don抰 like the idea of lyin?on

other people抯 dirt.

sailor

come look at this.

lula

(going to the window)

what抯 that, honey?

sailor

(thinking about death)

there ain抰 no water in the swimmin? pool. just a dead tree fell in,

prob抣y from bein?struck by lightnin?

lula

(thinking about granddad)

it抯 huge. this musta been a grand

old place at one time.

sailor

let抯 get fed, sweetheart. the

light抯 fadin?fast.

cut to:

68. ext. roadside payphone - night

marcello santos is making a phone call.

santos

hello there, mr. reindeer...

marcello santos speaking.

cut to:

69. int. mr. reindeer扴 posh new orleans residence - night

an old man, mr. reindeer, wearing a tuxedo is sitting on the toilet -

his pants down - talking on the bathroom phone. he laughs a long deep

smoker抯 laugh.

mr. reindeer

(laughing)

mr. marcello santos... hey there...

that was great shit you sent in last

month...

cut to:

68a. ext. roadside payphone - night

santos

i gotta problem... in fact, i gotta

coupl抋 problems...

cut to:

69a. int. mr. reindeer扴 posh new orleans residence - night

mr. reindeer

(laughs again)

gotta coupl抋 problems, huh?... for

each problem drop a silver dollar

through my mail slot... with all

particulars... we抣l work out

搃l conto?later...

cut to:

70. int. johnnie farragut扴 maroon ?9 buick - night

johnnie farragut steers the buick down the dark highway past a sign

which reads, 揘ew orleans - 26 miles?

cut to:

71. ext. beach - night

sailor and lula are walking along the beach. lula takes off her shoes.

lula

(sing-song spells)

m-i-ss-i-ss-i-pp-i... you can almost

hear that jazz blowin?up from the

big n.o.

sailor

lula... i learned somethin?interestin? today on a science show i heard on the

radio... how leeches is comin?back

into style.

lula

say what? honestly, sugar, you can

talk more shit sometimes?

she takes out a cigarette the length and width of a dixon ticonderoga

no. 2 pencil and lights it.

sailor

got you a pack of mores again, huh?

lula

yeah, it抯 a real problem for me,

sailor, you know? when i went in

that drugstore by the restaurant in

biloxi? i saw 抏m by the register

and the girl throw 抏m in. i抦

not big on resistin? so what about

a leech?

sailor

heard on the radio how doctors is

usin?leeches again, just in old

times. you know, when even barbers

used 抏m?

lula

(shuddering)

i got one on me at lake lanier.

lifeguard poured salt on it and it

dropped off. felt awful. he was a

cute boy, though, so it was almost

worth it.

sailor laughs.

sailor

yeah, well listen to this... radio doctor figured out that if, say, a

fella got his nose cut off or bit

off in, say, a barfight or somethin?

they抎 sew one of his forearms to his

nose for a few weeks... then put

leeches on it.

cut to:

71a. cu of man with forearm sewed to nose.

cut to:

72. ext. beach - night

lula

sailor? you expect me to believe

a man抎 be goin?around with a

arm sewed to his nose?

sailor

(nodding)

how they used to do it. course they

got more sophisticated ways now.

radio said the chinese, i think it

is, figured a better idea is by

insertin?a balloon in the forehead

and lettin?it hand down on the nose.

lula shrieks.

lula

sailor ripley! you stop! you抮e

makin?this shit up and i ain抰

gonna sit for it!

sailor

honest, lula. i prob抣y ain抰

precisely got all the facts straight,

but it抯 about what they said.

lula

honey, we抮e goin?to bed now and

it抯 time to change the subject.

she抯 so cute sailor just has to kiss her.

dissolve to:

73. int. thunderbird - southern highway - day

sailor and lula pass a sign that reads 揘ew orleans - 26 miles? sailor

pulls off the road into a gulf gas station mini-mart and stops the car

next to a self-serve pump. a sign on the top of it says 揚lease pay

inside before fueling.?

sailor

we抮e about dry bones, sweetheart.

we don抰 wanna have to push this

揵ird?into new orleans.

lula

we sure don抰, honey...

(shouting to sailor as

he goes into the store)

get me a mounds?

74. int. mini-mart - day

a tall old black man about seventy years old, wearing a torn green

tulane tee-shirt and a dirty orange saints baseball cap, is filing items

on the counter by the cash register. in the pile are four ready-made,

plastic-wrapped sandwiches, two tuna salad and two cotto salami; six

twinkies; a package of chips ahoy chocolate chip cookies; four slice

colas; two barq抯 root beers; and a large package of fried pork rinds,

extra salted.

black man

(to sailor and another guy

also waiting to pay for gas)

sorry, gentlemen. i抦 抦ost finished

on my shoppin?here.

erv

this be it?

black man

y抋ll take american express?

erv

yessir.

black man

then lemme throw in a couple more

things.

sailor and the man in line behind him watch as the black man gathers up

several more packages of twinkies along with a few cupcakes and half a

dozen cans of pretty kitty cat food, three liver and three chicken

dinner portions, and tosses them on his pile.

black man

(to sailor, smiling - showing

no visible upper teeth)

pussycats gotta eat, too.

he hands an american express card to the clerk, erv, who runs it through

the verifier. the card checks out okay and the old guy prepares a

charge slip, has the man sign it, and bags the purchases.

black man

(to erv)

i抎 just soon have a paper bag

rather than a plastic one, if it抯

same to you.

erv

(shoving the plastic bag he

filled towards the black man)

we don抰 have no paper bags.

a telephone begins to ring and everyone looks around. the black man

reaches in his jacket pocket and pulls out a portable phone and punches

搒end.?

black man

(into phone)

hello... yeah, mama, i抦 on my

way...

(to sailor and other guy

as he picks up his bag

and heads out)

thanks for waitin? gentlemen.

everyone is silent as they watch the old black man hobble out.

sailor

(to erv)

all i want抯 ten bucks regular.

oh yeah, and a mounds bar.

erv takes one off the candy and gum rack next to the register and lays

it on the counter. sailor gives him a twenty dollar bill.

sailor

i ain抰 got my american express card

with me, so i gotta use cash. hope

that抯 okay.

sailor smiles, but the clerk keeps a poker face and just gives him his

change. the guy in line behind sailor shakes his head and grins.

75. ext. mini mart/thunderbird - day

sailor goes back to the car.

lula

that took long enough. you forget

my mounds?

sailor tosses her the candy bar.

sailor

i really do think the country done

changed just a little while i was

away, peanut.

lula sinks her small white teeth into the chocolate-covered coconut.

lula

(as she chews)

you got to keep an eye on it. that抯

sure.

sailor starts pumping gas.

cut to:

76. int. mr. reindeer扴 posh new orleans residence - day

cu of mail slot. two silver dollars comes through it and one falls head

up and the other tails on the rug below.

cut to:

77. int. mr. reindeer扴 posh new orleans residence - day

mr. reindeer is just finishing dialing a number on the telephone.

mr. reindeer

a coupl抋 silver dollars came my way

today... i抦 sending one of them

to you with a paper on the beneficiary

... as usual, you are completely

free to fulfill the obligation in any

manner you so desire.

he hangs up the phone and starts dialing another number.

dissolve to:

78. int. the round room restaurant - new orleans - day

at a table near the window, johnnie takes a man-sized pull off his dixie

beer in between bites of an oyster sandwich. a large, chocolate-colored

man in his early thirties, reginald san pedro sula, and a smaller white

man, drop shadow approach with their trays of food.

reggie

do you mind if we share this table?

... the others, they are occupied.

johnnie looks around - sees that there are quite a few empty tables - he

looks the men over quickly.

johnnie

(cautiously)

alright... by all means. make

yourselves at home.

drop shadow

(as he sits down)

muchas gracias.

reggie

my name is reginald san pedro sula.

but please do call me reggie. this

is my friend, who we call drop

shadow. he is always with me.

johnnie wipes off his right hand on his napkin and shakes.

johnnie

johnnie farragut. pleased to meet ya.

reggie and drop shadow begin eating ferociously, finishing half of their

meal before saying anything more.

reggie

you are from new orleans, senor

farragut?

johnnie

johnnie, please. nope. charlotte,

north carolina. here on business.

reggie smiles broadly, revealing numerous tall, gold teeth.

drop shadow

mr. san pedro sula is from honduras.

reggie

do you know honduras, johnny?

johnnie

only that it抯 supposed to be a

pretty poor sight since the hurricane

came through last year.

reggie

yes, that抯 so. but there is not

much to destroy.

drop shadow

no big buildings like in new orleans.

johnnie

whattaya do there?

reggie

(laughs)

oh, many things...

drop shadow

mr. san pedro sula抯 got an appliance

shop.

reggie

but i am also with the government.

johnnie takes a bite of his oyster sandwich.

johnnie

in what capacity?

reggie

in many capacities.

drop shadow

mr. san pedro sula is with the

secret service.

reggie reaches into his back pocket and takes out his wallet. he hands

a card to johnnie.

johnnie

(reading aloud)

general osvaldo tamarindo y ramirez.

telefono 666.

reggie

he is my sponsor. the general is

the head of the secret police of

honduras.

drop shadow

mr. san pedro sula is one of his

operatives.

johnnie hands the card back to reggie and reggie gives him a small piece

of paper, folded once. johnnie unfolds it. the printing is in spanish.

reggie

that is my permiso.

drop shadow

mr. san pedro sula抯 permit to kill.

reggie

only if necessary, of course, and

only in my own country.

(laughs)

johnnie

of course.

johnnie refolds the piece of paper and hands it over to reggie.

drop shadow

mr. san pedro sula抯 authorized to