American Graffiti Page #13

Carol is having a great time and John is laughing as they

continue their guerilla attack. They finish and jump back in the

coupe. The light turns green and John takes off, leaving the

Cadillac stranded at the intersection, covered with shaving

cream. Traffic begins to back up...horns begin to honk.

CANAL BANK--STEVE'S '58 CHEVY

The crickets chirp under the full moon. We hear "I Only Have Eyes

for You" playing as the Chevy slowly comes to a stop in an

isolated spot along the irrigation canal.

Terry gets out of the car, pops the top off two cokes and pours

half of them into the canal. He hums, refilling them with

bourbon. He goes back to the car.

TERRY:

Tootie fruiti all ruti...It's Super Cola!

He hands her one of the bottles and takes a long drink out of the

other. He grabs the steering wheel for support and his eyes begin

to water. TERRY

It's a... a little... strong, I think.

DEBBIE (drinking)

It's the living end.

Terry takes a smaller sip this time...

TERRY:

Yeaah, I guess it wasn't mixed.

DEBBIE:

Wow, it's pretty tonight. It's a perfect night to go horseback

riding--I was going with a guy once who had a horse.

Terry chokes.

TERRY:

Oh yeah? I used to have a couple of horses myself.

DEBBIE:

Really?

TERRY:

I used them for hunting. I do a lot of hunting. Deer mostly,

although I got a couple of bear last year. Yep, they were good

ponies--hunting ponies. I had to train 'em special, you know.

DEBBIE:

Do you still have 'em? We could go for a ride.

TERRY:

No, I had to sell 'em. To get these wheels...and a jeep. I also

have a jeep pick-up, with four-wheel drive. It's got a gun rack.

And I use that for hunting mostly.

DEBBIE:

Why do you kill little animals? I think that's terrible.

TERRY:

Oh, well, yeah, I figure with bears, though, it's either me or

them...You know, I think you're really neat.

He suddenly grabs at her, putting his arms around her. She's

caught off-guard and tries to move away.

DEBBIE:

Wait a second.

Terry immediately lets go of her.

TERRY:

Oh, jeez, I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me--I didn't mean

to--maybe it's the booze or something.

She puts her coke on the floor. She unfastens the chain holding

her sweater together and takes it off.

DEBBIE:

There--now.

Suddenly, she grabs him and pulls him down on top of herself. She

kisses him madly. At first he's surprised, but then gets the hang

of it. They begin to neck passionately, encountering many

obstacles in the cramped front seat.

DEBBIE:

Ow--you pinched me.

TERRY:

I'm sorry.

DEBBIE:

Let me get my head over here--okay, now you get up--

TERRY:

Ow--my leg, my leg. Ow, watch it!

DEBBIE:

Ummm, I just love tuck 'n roll upholstery.

As they roll around, a couple of guys walk by the car laughing.

Terry manages to sit up and watches them go off into the night.

TERRY:

Geez, it's like Grand Central Station around here. Why don't we

go someplace else.

Debbie pulls him back down on top of her.

DEBBIE:

Nah, come on. They won't come back.

TERRY:

Wait a minute. I got a blanket in the back. Why don't we go over

into the field?

DEBBIE:

All right. Okay. They both get out of the car. Terry gets the

blanket out of the turnk. They walk along a path next to the

moolit canal. Debbie carries their drinks for them. They left the

radio on and Wolfman's voice can be heard as he takes another

call. WOLFMAN (voice over)

Hello.

GIRL (voice over)

Yeah!

WOLFMAN:

How old ar you?

GIRL:

I'm thirteen, how old are you?

WOLFMAN:

I'm only fourteen.

GIRL:

Oh, boy, I love you, Wolfman.

SINGERS (singing over)

"Wolfman Jack."

WOLFMAN:

Oh, now we gonna do the weather for all the valleys and the

mountain tops. Gonna be hot...about 200 degrees in Merced, 400

degrees out in Fresno, and I know we're gonna have about 500

degrees up around the valley somewhere. You got the Wolfman Jack

Show.

MINIATURE GOLF COURSE AND ARCADE

As the Silhouettes yip-yip-yip-yip into "Get a Job," we see the

mysterious white Thunderbirds cruise by and disappear. The

Pharoahs' Mercury turns into the parking lot of a aminiature golf

coures.

The doors open and the Pharoahs exit. There's a pause, then Ants

reaches into the car and pulls Curt out also. The Pharoahs

saunter into the miniature golf compound.

CURT:

Hey, terrific, I love miniature golf.

JOE:

I hate it.

CURT:

Well, I don't play that often really. Ah--what're we doing here

then?

JOE:

We're outta gas.

CURT:

They don't sell gas here.

JOE:

No... but we're outta money, too. Come on, Carl.

CURT:

Curt.

Joe gives Curt a gentle push and they go inside. The golf course

is empty, except for a couple of ugly girls putting around inthe

far corner. Under a trellis, Curt and Joe enter as the Pharoahs

fool around with the candy machine, pinball games, "Check Your

Weight," and "Air Corps Gunner" games, pretending to play with

them.

Joe looks around, whistling again.

JOE:

All right, men.

Quickly the Pharoahs go into action, jimmying locks, pounding

coin returns, pulling out plugs, prying open change boxes and

stuffing looses coins into theri pockets.

Joe smiles at Curt, who looks sick again, involved now in a

robbery.

Ants is sitting in a "Rocket to the Moon" ride, pounding on it

unsuccessfully when suddenly it starts. Ants starts bouncing up

and down looking dumber than usual. He swears at Rocket to the

Moon under his breath--suddenly a screen door slams. The Pharoahs

turn. A man in an undershirt stands by the "Get Your Balls Here"

booth, regarding them warily.

MR. GORDON

What're you punks doing?

The Pharoahs can't think of anything right away. Ants bounces

noisily in the "Rocket to the Moon." The Pharoahs are all looking

to Joe for guidance. Joe for his part is mumbling.

CURT:

Hey, hi. Mr. Gordon, what's up?

The man looks at Curt, surprised.

MR. GORDON

Henderson--Curt Henderson? You with these punks?

The Pharoahs don't know what's happening yet. Curt walks over to

Mr. Gordon.

CURT:

These are my friends. We were just...

Mr. Gordon looks skeptical, then Curt smiles at him. Then Mr.

Gordon smiles.

MR. GORDON

Jeez, you guys had me scared.

He laughs nervously. The Pharoahs laugh. Everybody's happy.

Hey, you haven't left yet?

CURT:

Oh ah--no--no, I'm not--

Mr. Gordon looks puzzled.

I mean, I'm not leaving until tomorrow.

MR. GORDON

Tomorrow. Well, listen, Hank Anderson's inside. Come in and say

goodbye. You know, Hank's the one that brought your name up on

the floor of the Moose Hall. You got the check, didn't you?

He leads Curt toward the screen door. Curt looks around at the

Pharoahs, who are slowly starting to work again pilfering the

machines.

Inside the small office, Curt shakes hands with Hank Anderson,

who pats him on the shoulder.

HANK:

We are all proud of you, Curt. The Moose Scholarship couldn't

have gone to a better boy. And if there's anything we can do, let

us know.

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