Bottle Rocket Page #10

BOB:

(pause)

Well, obviously, we got to go back.

DIGNAN:

Bob, that makes no sense.

BOB:

Dignan, he's my brother. I can't

just leave him there.

DIGNAN:

This could be a trap.

. BOB

Come on, Dignan.

DIGNAN:

Don't "Come on, Dignan" me.

BOB:

I'm going back.

DIGNAN:

(louder)

Not in that car you're not.

BOB:

Watch me.

DIGNAN:

Good luck, since I got the keys.

Bob glares at Dignan. Dignan shrugs. The waitress brings

over some glasses of water, ice clinking. Nobody says

anything while she sets them down. She walks away.

BOB:

Give me the keys, Dignan.

DIGNAN:

I can't do that, Bob.

BOB:

Dignan. You're going to give me

those keys or you're going to get

hurt.

DIGNAN:

Don't threaten me, Bob.

BOB:

Goddammit, Dignan! It's my car! If

you don't give me my keys, I swear

to God --

EXT. STREET. DAY

Dignan drives the car slowly alongside: Bob walking down the

sidewalk, staring straight ahead. Dignan's, got his window

down.

DIGNAN:

Look, Bob. I understand your

loyalty. You're a good person. But

right now you're not using your

best judgement.

Bob keeps walking.

DIGNAN:

Future Man would not want you to go

to jail I promise you. Just get in

the car and we'll talk about it.

No reaction. Bob keeps walking straight ahead.

DIGNAN:

Future Man would never go to jail

for you, I'll tell you that.

BOB:

His name's not Future Man, Dignan.

DIGNAN:

I know it's not.

BOB:

You don't even know his name.

DIGNAN:

Yes, I do.

BOB:

What is it?

DIGNAN:

Just get in the car, Bob.

BOB:

What's his name?

DIGNAN:

OK, Bob. I don't know his name. You

know why? Because I don't care.

He's Future Man. But I care about

you. And to me it doesn't make

sense to go back to the scene of a

crime. Will you get in the car, Bob?

This is stupid.

Bob stops walking.

BOB:

It's not your decision and he's not

your brother, Dignan.

DIGNAN:

That's right. I only have one vote.

We'll go talk with Anthony and

figure it out.

Pause. Bob gets into the backseat. Dignan looks back at him

for a minute.

DIGNAN:

You're going to ride in the back?

Bob nods and looks out the window.

DIGNAN:

Come on, Bob. Get in front.

Bob exhales and gets out. He gets in up front. Dignan looks

at him for a minute.

DIGNAN:

You've got a beautiful walk, Bob.

BOB:

Let's go.

INT. MOTEL ROOM. NIGHT

Dignan and Bob open the door and go in. Inside: Inez and two

other Hispanic MAIDS are sitting at the table by the window.

One's about seventeen and a little heavy, the other's in her

mid-thitties. There's a bunch of glasses and a bottle of rum

on the table. One of the maids is cutting up a banana. Inez

smiles at Dignan. Dignan looks puzzled.

DIGNAN:

Hi. How's it going.

Suddenly there's a loud crunching, grinding sound. Dignan

and Bob are startled. They look around the room. The sound

stops.

Anthony comes out of the bathroom carrying the pitcher from

a blender. It's full to the top with yellow liquid. He sees

Dignan and Bob and stops. Pause.

ANTHONY:

I thought you guys went to get your

hair cut.

DIGNAN:

No. We didn't.

Silence.

ANTHONY:

We're making banana daqueris.

Anthony holds up the pitcher. Dignan looks at it. Nods. Pause.

ANTHONY:

This is Inez. Carmen. Anita.

DIGNAN:

Hi.

ANTHONY:

Inez, this is --

DIGNAN:

Jerry.

(pointing to Bob)

And this is my associate Cornelius.

A strange expression crosses Bob's face.

DIGNAN:

May I have a word with you, please?

ANTHONY:

Sure.

EXT. MOTEL HALLWAY. NIGHT

Outside the room. Dignan closes the door. There's three

housekeeping carts in the hall.

DIGNAN:

What the f*** is going on here?

ANTHONY:

What. What's the matter?

DIGNAN:

Anthony, we're on the run from the

law here. Did you tell these people

your real name?

ANTHONY:

No. I didn't. Dignan, they don't

speak English.

DIGNAN:

They don't?

ANTHONY:

No. Not really. Inez speaks a little.

DIGNAN:

Which one was that?

ANTHONY:

On the left.

Dignan cracks open the door and looks inside.

ANTHONY:

She's from Cuba.

DIGNAN:

No kidding.

BOB:

Dignan.

DIGNAN:

(closes the door)

Anthony. Bad news.

EXT. MOTEL POOL. DAY

They walk around the motel.

ANTHONY:

How long are they going to hold him?

BOB:

I don't know. I don't know anything.

Except Phil says they got him. And

he's in jail.

DIGNAN:

He needs to hire an attorney.

ANTHONY:

No, no. Look. OK. Let's stay here

until we find out what's going on.

BOB:

Anthony, I --

ANTHONY:

And if Future Man doesn't get let

out of jail in 48 hours, then we go

back. All right?

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