Bottle Rocket Page #3

BOB:

Are you a fag?

LITTLE RICHARD:

You're the f*ggot.

Bob turns around to see LITTLE RICHARD, short but muscular,

wearing a down vest and a baseball cap.

BOB:

Little Richard. I don't believe it.

They'll let anybody in this place.

Sit down.

Little Richard sits down.

BOB:

Dignan and Anthony, this is Little

Richard. He's crazy. Totally nuts.

LITTLE RICHARD:

(smiling)

I don't know about that.

BOB:

Little Richard. Trust me. You're

insane. Jesus, this guy used to

carry a percussion bomb around in

his trunk. You do not want a guy

like that loose on the streets.

LITTLE RICHARD:

It seemed like a good idea at the

time.

BOB:

The one and only Little Richard.

DIGNAN:

Are you named after THE Little

Richard?

LITTLE RICHARD:

(stares at Dignan)

Ha! Ha! Ha! Why don't you stick it

up your ass. Great group of guys

you're hanging out with.

Little Richard goes out the door.

DIGNAN:

What was that all about?

BOB:

I can't believe you said that.

DIGNAN:

What did I say?

BOB:

I told you he's crazy.

ANTHONY:

But he didn't say anything.

DIGNAN:

Hang on a second.

Dignan gets up and walks out of the restaurant. Anthony and

Bob look at each other. They start to get up.

EXT. HAMBURGER PLACE. NIGHT

Anthony and Bob go out the door. Dignan is walking over to a

station wagon. Little Richard is getting in.

DIGNAN:

Little Richard. Wait a second. Hang

on. I didn't mean to --

Little Richard opens his door hard into Dignan's legs, then

gets out fast and takes off his shirt. Dignan tries to hit

him but doesn't connect. They grab onto each other and start

knocking around. Another GUY gets out of the station wagon.

Two more GUYS rush out the door of the burger place. Anthony

and Bob stand back, nervous.

ANTHONY:

Let them fight.

BOB:

Let them fight.

They all watch. Dignan keeps trying to punch Little Richard,

but he's hanging onto him too tight. They keep spinning

around together, moving down the sidewalk.

DIGNAN:

(calling out)

Anthony.

Anthony looks at the other guys then moves toward Dignan.

ANTHONY:

OK. Break it up. Break it up.

Little Richard lets go of Dignan. They separate.

DIGNAN:

I separated my shoulder.

Dignan is holding onto his arm. He kind of moans.

ANTHONY:

OK. Hang on.

Anthony grabs hold of Dignan's arm. Everybody's watching.

DIGNAN:

Just pull straight up.

.Anthony pulls up hard on Dignan's arm. Dignan tries not to

yell, then suddenly he's OK and relieved.

ANTHONY:

Is it back in?

DIGNAN:

(moving arm slowly)

Yeah.

GUY #1

OK, man. Let's go.

DIGNAN:

No. I'm not fighting anymore.

ANTHONY:

His shoulder went out, man. It's

over.

GUY #2

You guys better get out of here.

Guy #2 pushes Dignan. Anthony turns and pounds him in the

face. Right on the nose. The guy goes crosseyed. He falls

down with his legs all tangled-up in a strange position.

Everyone stands there stunned. Anthony takes a step back. He

looks up. He and Dignan take off. Bob stands there. Frozen.

Everyone looks at him. Bob looks at Little Richard.

LITTLE RICHARD:

Bob?

Bob takes off.

INT. CAR. DAY

The next day. They're driving with Bob. Dignan's up front.

He's banged-up from the fight.

DIGNAN:

The guy is f***ing insane.

BOB:

I warned you, Dignan.

DIGNAN:

You said it like it was a big joke,

Bob. Like he's wild.

BOB:

No, I was saying crazy like a

lunatic.

DIGNAN:

I know that now. He's a f***ing

psycho.

BOB:

Well, don't blame me. I told you.

DIGNAN:

I do blame you, Bob. And woah. Look

at her.

There's a beautiful GIRL on the sidewalk. They drive past her.

DIGNAN:

Loop around real fast.

ANTHONY:

Just turn right here.

Bob immediately turns and they drive past the girl again.

They don't say anything as they go past her. They all just

look at her. They drive on.

CUT TO:

A minute later. They've looped back. They're looking for the

girl.

DIGNAN:

Where'd she go?

BOB:

Maybe she turned.

ANTHONY:

There she is.

She's on a side street. Bob hits the brakes hard. The girl

looks back at them. They back up a few feet and turn down

the street. They drive slowly toward the girl.

ANTHONY:

Bob, don't be so obvious.

The girl keeps looking back at them.

DIGNAN:

I think we might of scared her.

BOB:

Let's just go.

They come up, beside the girl. She looks right at them,

still walking.

Her expression is angry and also a little scared.

They drive away.

DIGNAN:

You blew it, Bob.

INT. COFFEE SHOP. DAY

Anthony, Dignan, and Bob are meeting with TEMPLE. Temple is

in his mid-fifties, short, heavy, completely expressionless

wide face. They listen intently as he briefs them on the

intricacies of firearms.

TEMPLE:

A gun is a firearm. A pistol is a

firearm. But anything you hold in

your hand is a weapon. A knife. A

wrench. A ballpoint pen.

ANTHONY:

A ballpoiht pen?

TEMPLE:

Anyone who tells you a ballpoint

pen is not a weapon needs intensive

psychiatric treatment. You can

stick them in the esophagus. You

give them a ballpoint tracheotomy.

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