Bottle Rocket Page #7

DIGNAN:

Did you hear that?

OFFICER:

What?

DIGNAN:

Shhh.

Anthony's looking up into the treetops.

BOB:

What the f*** is Dignan doing with

that cop? He loves them.

ANTHONY:

There's a million places to hide

around here.

BOB:

Oh, yeah. They'll never catch the

guy.

ANTHONY:

I hope not.

BOB:

Phil probably provoked him.

(looking at Dignan)

Where's he going?

Dignan and the officer are walking over to the backyard.

DIGNAN:

No, it was a rustling sound.

BOB'S VOICE

The dog. Look out for the dog.

OFFICER:

Is this dog going to bite?

DIGNAN:

No. Sh*t no.

Dignan jumps the fence. The cop looks over and shines his

flashlight. Dignan's petting Hector. Hector's calm.

DIGNAN:

See? I don't know what he's talking

about.

Bob starts walking across the street.

ANTHONY:

Where you going?

BOB:

Move.

As Bob walks away he is looking back, past Anthony, toward

the backyard.

ANTHONY:

What's wrong?

Anthony turns to look.

In the backyard. Dignan is looking in the bushes.

DIGNAN:

He probably went into the next yard.

Shine the light over here.

Dignan looks across the yard at the officer. The officer is

shining the light on the marijuana plants. He looks at Dignan.

DIGNAN:

Those are...

Dignan sprints across the yard and over the gate.

OFFICER:

Halt! Sir!

Anthony and Bob are standing in the shadows across the

street. They see Dignan come racing down the driveway. The

officer is yelling behind the gate.

OFFICER:

Bill! He's running!

The other officers are running from their cars.

DIGNAN:

The prowler! That way!

The officers run past Dignan, toward the back. Anthony and

Bob take off as Dignan runs by. The three of them run full

speed down the street, cutting across yards, between houses.

They throw themselves over fences and scramble through bushes.

DIGNAN:

Way to go, Bob!

BOB:

I told you they were there.

DIGNAN:

(about to explode)

So it's my fault?

ANTHONY:

Be quiet.

INT. BOB'S CAR. DAY

Bob's at the wheel, Dignan in front, Anthony in the back.

They're driving fast down the interstate, past fields and

farmhouses. Dignan's drawing out a route in felt tip pen on

a Texaco roadmap.

DIGNAN:

In all probability nothing would of

happened. But why take the chance?

That's why I ran. I mean how many

plants were even back there? Five?

Ten?

BOB:

There were more than that.

ANTHONY:

Why don't you just tell them the

truth. Those belong to my neighbor

Phil.

BOB:

I don't know. I personally don't

need that sh*t in my life right now.

ANTHONY:

Nobody does.

DIGNAN:

Obviously. That's why we go on the

road. The thing about cops is they

have short attention spans.

EXT. GAS STATION. DAY

Dignan fills up the tank and checks the oil. Bob tests the

tire pressure. Anthony does the windows.

DIGNAN:

Can I get that credit card from you?

ANTHONY:

(pause)

I don't like to use that credit

card, Dignan.

DIGNAN:

Why not?

ANTHONY:

Because my mom gets the bill.

DIGNAN:

She's not going to notice, Anthony.

ANTHONY:

I don't want to use it.

DIGNAN:

(pause)

Well, then cut it in half.

ANTHONY:

I keep it for emergencies.

DIGNAN:

Anthony, we're on the run. This is

an emergency. It's only fair that...

Anthony gets in the car. Pause. Dignan reaches into his

pocket and takes out a wad of cash. He counts some. Stands

there a minute. Goes inside to pay.

INT. CAR. DAY

Anthony stretches out across the backseat on pillows,

playing electronic football. Dignan reads Bob's WWII book.

Bob eats a Ding-Dong and smokes a cigarette.

EXT. FIREWORKS STAND. DAY

A fireworks stand on the side of the highway. The car's

pulled over and they're buying roman candles, M-80's, and

Black Cats from a KID wearing a baseball cap way back on his

head.

As they get back on the highway Anthony lights a roman

candle and fires it from the window. Dignan lights an M-80

and throws it out of the car.

EXT. LAKE. DAY

They drive to a big lake. A dog splashes in and swims for a

tennis ball. Anthony does some nice dives. Dignan swings

from a rope out over the water and lets go. Bob sits on a

bench.

EXT. CAR. DAY

Late afternoon. They're driving on the interstate. Anthony's

got a copy of Runner's World magazine.

ANTHONY:

Here's mine right here. See?

Anthony lifts up his foot so Dignan can compare his shoe

with the picture.

DIGNAN:

See if mine are in there.

ANTHONY:

(looks at Dignan's shoes)

Dignan, those aren't running shoes.

DIGNAN:

Yes, they are.

ANTHONY:

Look at the treads on those.

DIGNAN:

What about them?

ANTHONY:

They obviously weren't designed for

racing.

DIGNAN:

Well, those treads stink. You'd

blow a knee out racing on those.

BOB:

Will you guys shut up? God. It's

like having two little kids in the

car.

ANTHONY:

OK, Dad.

DIGNAN:

Really. OK, Dad. But seriously,

Anthony. These are fast shoes.

ANTHONY:

You've never had a pair of fast

shoes in your life, Dignan.

(to Bob)

In fifth grade Dignan used to wear

cowboy boots for P.E.

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