Bottle Rocket Page #17

DIGNAN:

(pause)

Yes, I do.

EXT. ROOFTOP. DAY

On the roof of the warehouse. They're standing near the

edge, looking out. Mr. Henry is smoking a joint. He's got on

a black beret. Anthony and Dignan are listening to him talk.

MR. HENRY

On the other hand you got to have

the right equipment. I don't care

if you're Harry Houdini. You can't

pick a lock without a hairpin.

Dignan nods.

ANTHONY:

I'd like to live in that place.

Hinckley Cold Storage.

MR. HENRY

Yeah. Convert it into lofts. OK.

Pop quiz. What's the single most

important aspect of your job?

DIGNAN:

The grammar?

MR. HENRY

Crowd control. Crowd control. Wake

up, guys.

DIGNAN:

Oh, yeah.

MR. HENRY

You're going to need a boxman for

this one. But that can be arranged.

ANTHONY:

You mean a safecracker?

MR. HENRY

Yeah. And I'll tell you who we're

going to want:
Kumar Banijamali.

DIGNAN:

Is he good?

MR. HENRY

He's damn good.

INT. KUMAR'S ROOM. DAY

KUMAR is about sixty-five with white hair. He's short and

wears a pale-green button-down shirt, dark trousers, and

sandals. His room is small and has everything he needs in it.

Books. Little TV. Possessions from all over the world.

Kumar sits on his bed. Anthony and Dignan sit in wooden

chairs. Kumar stares out the window. They sit for a long

silence.

DIGNAN:

So what do you think of the plan,

Mr. Kumar?

Kumar shrugs. Pause.

DIGNAN:

We'd love to have you on the team.

Kumar nods. He looks at a plant growing by the window.

Silence.

ANTHONY:

What is that? An orchid?

Kumar shakes his head. Sighs deeply. Long pause.

Kumar suddenly stands up and unbuttons his shirt. He throws

it on the bed. He undoes his trousers and takes them off.

Anthony looks at Dignan. Kumar takes off his socks, then his

shorts. He is naked. He walks over to his dresser and takes

out a small satchell. He looks around the room. Right at

Anthony. He walks quickly toward him. Anthony gets nervous.

Kumar grabs Anthony's shoulder and lifts him up a little. He

pulls a towel out from underneath Anthony. He puts his hand

on Dignan's shoulder as he walks to the door, into the hall.

KUMAR:

Good plan.

He goes out. Anthony and Dignan sit there for a minute.

They're a little disoriented.

DIGNAN:

What do you think?

ANTHONY:

(nods)

He seems pretty good.

INT. BOB'S HOUSE. NIGHT

The foyer of Bob's house. The doorbell is ringing. Bob walks

in wearing a velour robe. He opens the front door. Anthony

and Dignan are standing on the dootstep. Dignan and Bob

shake hands. It's a little awkward.

BOB:

Hey, Dignan. How's it going?

DIGNAN:

Not bad.

BOB:

Come on in. What you been up to?

DIGNAN:

Not a whole lot, Bob.

They walk through the house.

BOB:

It's too bad about what happened on

the road.

DIGNAN:

Yeah. It is.

ANTHONY:

Let's not even talk about it.

BOB:

It was stupid.

DIGNAN:

Right. It was extremely stupid.

BOB:

I don't expect an apology and I

don't even want one. I just want us

to --

DIGNAN:

I can't f***ing believe this guy.

An apology, Bob?

BOB:

Man, I don't want to go into this.

ANTHONY:

Yeah. Let's keep it --

BOB:

Cause you would of let my brother

rot in jail.

DIGNAN:

You said 48 hours!

BOB:

I never agreed to that.

DIGNAN:

Bob, you're lying!

BOB:

Bullshit.

DIGNAN:

All right! Backyard! Right now!

Dignan walks straight to the back door and goes out. He

stands on the deck.

DIGNAN:

Let's go, Bob!

Anthony gets up and tries to calm Dignan down.

ANTHONY:

Dignan. Take it easy.

DIGNAN:

Bob!

Bob is slowly moving toward the back door.

BOB:

No, Dignan. This is stupid.

Bob is standing just inside the back door.

ANTHONY:

Yeah. Dignan. Look. Let's just --

Dignan grabs Bob's shirt and pulls him out the door.

ANTHONY:

Stop, Dignan!

Anthony breaks them up. He stands in front of Bob, shielding

him.

ANTHONY:

He doesn't want to fight.

DIGNAN:

Get out of the way.

ANTHONY:

No, Diqnan. This isn't --

Dignan gets around Anthony and lands a glancing punch.

DIGNAN:

Come on!

BOB:

I don't want to fight you, Dignan.

ANTHONY:

Dignan, we're friends. Take it easy.

Dignan lands another punch. He grabs Bob's shirt and pulls

him around. Then he starts landing punches. One. Two. Then

Bob nails Dignan in the shoulder. They grab onto each other

and start fighting hard. They're about the same strength.

After a couple of seconds Anthony tries to break it up.

ANTHONY:

Dignan. Dignan.

All the sudden Dignan stops fighting.

DIGNAN:

All right. Stop.

Dignan puts his arms around Bob.

DIGNAN:

No fighting.

Dignan turns to Anthony. There's tears in his eyes.

DIGNAN:

No fighting. It wasn't Bob's fault.

ANTHONY:

Easy, Dignan. It's OK.

They all catch their breath for a minute. Dignan hugs Bob

again.

DIGNAN:

It wasn't your fault, Bob. You had

your brother.

. BOB

I didn't have any choice.

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