Bottle Rocket

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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