Bottle Rocket
- R
- Year:
- 1996
- 91 min
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EXT. ALLEY. DAY
ANTHONY and DIGNAN walk down an alley behind a convenience
store. Anthony's nineteen. He's got on a red jacket with an
Enco patch. Dignan's twenty. He has a buzz-cut and wears a
short-sleeved terrycloth shirt. He carries a vinyl tennis
bag. It's got a pouch for a racquet but no racquet in it.
DIGNAN:
What color hair does he have?
ANTHONY:
Black hair. Paul Michael Glaser.
DIGNAN:
Making Hutch David Soul?
ANTHONY:
Right. The blond guy.
DIGNAN:
OK. That's wrong.
ANTHONY:
Dignan, it's --
DIGNAN:
Plus where's Huggie Bear?
ANTHONY:
He's not there. Huggie Bear isn't
in every single episode.
DIGNAN:
I think you might of dreamed this
one, Anthony.
ANTHONY:
No. It's a real episode. The killer
is leading him across the city by
calling different pay phones.
They climb over a high wooden fence.
EXT. BACKYARD. DAY
They walk through somebody's backyard.
DIGNAN:
Why?
ANTHONY:
As part of his plan. I don't know
why.
DIGNAN:
See, that's what I'm saying. It has
the logic of a dream.
ANTHONY:
The point is the killer always
goes, May I speak to Starsky? He
says his name.
DIGNAN:
(pause)
What does Starsky say?
ANTHONY:
He says. This is he.
DIGNAN:
This is he?
ANTHONY:
No. This is he.
They climb another fence. There's big house on the other side.
INT. HOUSE. DAY
Anthony and Dignan are inside walking through the foyer.
Anthony goes up the stairway quickly and quietly.
Dignan walks to the master bedroom. Goes in the closet and
grabs a box. Looks inside. Dumps it into his bag.
Anthony goes into a bedroom. Looks in a dresser and takes
out two watches. Digs through some socks and finds some cash.
Dignan goes in the study. Opens a drawer and closes it.
Opens another and lifts out a set of thin leather coin books.
Anthony's in a kid's room. Looking at posters of a football
player and John McEnroe on the walls. He grabs a walkman and
a calculator. Then suddenly stops moving. He crouches down.
Looks at a shelf of dozens of little metal soldiers. They're
in formations with different uniforms.
Dignan is walking down the hallway as Anthony comes down the
stairs. They walk to the door and go out.
INT. DINER. DAY
A twenty-four hour diner. Anthony and Dignan are eating at
the counter.
ANTHONY:
Did you see what I meant about the
window?
DIGNAN:
Kind of. Except we've already got
the keys.
ANTHONY:
That's true. But what if they
change the locks?
DIGNAN:
Would they do that?
ANTHONY:
Who knows? That's why I filed it
down.
Dignan nods.
ANTHONY:
Now that window can never be locked.
It's impossible.
DIGNAN:
See, your mind is very good with
the more mechanical details.
Whereas my strength would be --
A good-looking WOMAN about forty-five years old interrupts
them.
WOMAN:
Can I use your Tabasco?
ANTHONY:
Sure.
Anthony hands her a bottle of Tabasco off the counter. She
walks away. Down the counter.
ANTHONY:
You don't see many women who like
Tabasco.
They watch her for a minute. Dignan looks away.
ANTHONY:
She's really kind of hot.
DIGNAN:
(looks back at her, nods)
She's an attractive older woman.
EXT. BOB'S HOUSE. DAY
A huge house with a wide lawn. BOB, who's about twenty-six,
wearing black jeans and a V-neck T-shirt, is spraying down a
battered 1972 Mercedes with a garden hose. He's got his
shirt off and a towel around his neck. Dignan has an
expression of intense concentration as he looks at the car.
BOB:
Well, what do you think?
DIGNAN:
I don't know, Bob. What about one
of those?
Dignan points to a new BMW and a Lexus in front of the garage.
BOB:
I'm not allowed to drive those.
DIGNAN:
Not even for emergencies?
BOB:
(a little angry)
No.
DIGNAN:
I thought your parents were in Italy.
BOB:
They are.
DIGNAN:
So who's going to know?
BOB:
My brother.
ANTHONY:
Future Man.
BOB:
Who?
ANTHONY:
Futute Man. You know. Cause he
looks like he's from the future.
DIGNAN:
He looks like he was designed by
scientists. For desert warfare.
BOB:
That never would of --
DIGNAN:
Let's cut the bullshit.
Silence. They all look at the car. Pause.
ANTHONY:
It's got a V-8, Dignan.
DIGNAN:
What do you think the cops have?
INT. BOB'S HOUSE. DAY
They're sitting at the coffee table in Bob's great big
living room. It's got high ceilings and two Persian rugs.
They're eating sandwiches and chips.
BOB:
If you're that worried, maybe we
should just steal one.
DIGNAN:
What are you talking about, Bob?
BOB:
Can you use a coaster.
Bob slides a coaster under Dignan's glass.
ANTHONY:
Did you ever steal a car bdfore?
BOB:
Yeah. I've stolen two cars before.
One Jaguar. And one Trans-Am. With
T-Tops. That Trans-Am was fun to
drive.
DIGNAN:
You stole a Trans-Am.
BOB:
Yes. I did.
DIGNAN:
OK, Bob.
BOB:
It's true, Dignan.
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