Bottle Rocket Page #6

ANTHONY:

Like he meant it.

DIGNAN:

Yeah.

ANTHONY:

Like he would find Dignan. One day.

DIGNAN:

Like I'm going to hunt you down and

kill you.

Dignan stands there a minute and lets this sink in. Then he

finally sits down and they all eat their burgers.

BOB:

You really think he'll remember you?

DIGNAN:

(smiles)

No. All he'll remember is a guy

with a piece of tape on his nose.

They laugh smugly.

EXT. 7-11. NIGHT

Anthony, Dignan, and Bob come out of a 7-11. Bob's got a

slurpee. He's carrying the WWII book.

BOB:

See you.

ANTHONY:

See you, Bob.

DIGNAN:

Hang on, Bob.

Dignan goes up to Bob and hugs him. Bob's not smiling.

DIGNAN:

That was really good driving.

Seriously. I mean it.

Bob nods and starts walking away, down the sidewalk.

DIGNAN:

We'll see you later, Bob. Good

driving.

Anthony and Dignan sit on the curb. Anthony's drinking a

milk. Dignan's still watching Bob walk alone down the

sidewalk.

DIGNAN:

What's wrong with him?

ANTHONY:

What do you think?

DIGNAN:

Anthony, he sat in the car and

watched a 4-11 in progress. He got

what he deserved.

ANTHONY:

He was the driver, Dignan. He did

what he's supposed to do.

DIGNAN:

I didn't realize you were so

sensitive to Bob's feelings.

Considering I did the plans, you're

actually lucky you got --

ANTHONY:

Don't even say it, man.

INT. BOB'S HOUSE. DAY

Dignan and Anthony are following Bob through his house. Bob

is playing his electric guitar, not plugged in.

DIGNAN:

Bob, will you please listen?

BOB:

I don't want to talk about it.

Bob strums more intensely. They're walking through the

kitchen.

DIGNAN:

Look, I admit I was wrong for not

telling you before the robbery that

your share wouldn't be as equal as

ours. But the fact remains me and

Anthony were much more exposed to

danger.

Bob has now come to the big glass patio doors where Hector

sits outside, looking in. Bob keeps playing as he looks at

Hector.

DIGNAN:

I mean, Jesus Christ, Bob. You

didn't have some vicious lunatic

screaming, "I'm going to remember

you!"

BOB:

(smiles slightly,

keeps playing)

That's true. That would give me

nightmares.

DIGNAN:

Bob, I've got nightmares.

Bob stops playing. He looks at Dignan.

BOB:

You'll probably have them the rest

of your life.

ANTHONY:

What was that?

Anthony opens the door to the patio.

DIGNAN:

What?

They hear breaking glass somewhere as they follow Anthony

onto the patio. A voice yells out.

VOICE:

Motherf***er!

ANTHONY:

What's going on?

Bob sets down his guitar as they go out of the yard to see

what's happening.

EXT. BOB'S HOUSE. EVENING

Anthony, Dignan, and Bob go around to the front. Bob's

neighbor PHIL runs down the driveway with a wrench in his

hand. Phil is short and heavy, wearing a golf shirt. He's

got a bloody nose.

BOB:

Phil. What happened?

PHIL:

(hysterical)

Motherf***er. I'll kill him.

BOB:

(looks around,

suddenly concerned)

Who?

PHIL'S GIRLFRIEND comes running out the front door.

PHIL'S GIRLFRIEND

I've called the police. Oh, my God,

Phil.

She reaches to hug him.

PHIL:

Don't touch me! I swear to God I'll

get that guy.

PHIL'S GIRLFRIEND

I know you will, Phil. There was

nothing you could do. All you had

was a golf club.

ANTHONY:

You're bleeding, man. Sit down.

A couple of NEIGHBORS have come over from across the street.

NEIGHBOR:

What happened?

PHIL'S GIRLFRIEND

Some black man beat Phil up.

PHIL:

He didn't beat me up. He attacked me.

PHIL'S GIRLFRIEND

He took two hundred dollars.

ANTHONY:

(to Phil)

Tilt your head back.

Later. It's dark out now. There's a police car parked across

the street and another pulling over, lights rolling. One of

the OFFICERS walks across the yard, shining a flashlight in

the bushes. Dignan is talking with one of the other officers.

DIGNAN:

He was probably on drugs.

OFFICER:

They usually are.

Two other cops are getting a statement from Phil. Anthony

and Bob are listening. Some neighbors are milling around

talking.

PHIL:

As soon as I opened the door I saw

him. A black guy. Looking through

my dad's tool box. I wanted to trap

this guy. So I closed the garage

door.

COP:

And that's when he hit you?

PHIL:

(looking up to sky

and concentrating)

He struck me. I fell down. He took

my wallet. Then he opened the

garage door and ran away.

COP:

How'd the window break?

PHIL:

I hit it with the golf club.

Dignan's still talking to the other cop.

DIGNAN:

How long do you have to go?

COP:

26 weeks.

DIGNAN:

And what does that cover?

COP:

Social issues. Crime prevention.

DIGNAN:

Hand to hand combat?

Dignan suddenly looks toward Bob's backyard. The cop nods.

COP:

Ground defense.

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