Bottle Rocket Page #8

DIGNAN:

That's real cool, Anthony. Yeah, I

wore boots. My parents wouldn't buy

me any $200 running shoes like

yours. I wasn't spoiled.

ANTHONY:

Don't call me spoiled, Dignan.

DIGNAN:

You were spoiled rotten.

BOB:

Enough. Jesus Christ.

EXT. SIDE OF HIGHWAY. DAY

Anthony and Dignan are lined up to race on the side of the

road.

ANTHONY:

(yelling)

You want to say it, Bob?

Fifty yards away, Bob's sitting on the hood of the car

parked on the shoulder. He's reading a magazine. He shakes

his head without looking up.

ANTHONY:

I'll just say it.

DIGNAN:

I'll say it.

ANTHONY:

OK. Go ahead.

DIGNAN:

On your marks...

(waits a second, says

very fast:
)

Get set go.

They take off. Dignan has the jump, but Anthony pulls past

him. A car blows by going the other way and they keep racing.

Anthony's out in front as they pass Bob sitting on the car.

Bob's watching. Dignan raises his fists into the air.

DIGNAN:

(points at Anthony)

You owe me fifty bucks.

ANTHONY:

Bob?

BOB:

Anthony won.

Bob gets in the car.

DIGNAN:

Bob wasn't even looking.

EXT/INT. MOTEL. DAY

A Holiday Inn. Bandera, TX. Bob's car is parked in front.

Inside:
Dignan, Bob, and Anthony are checking in. There's a

teenage GIRL behind the counter. Dignan pays cash. The girl

hands over the keys. She's looking at Dignan's shirt:

GIRL:

Was that shirt made from a towel?

DIGNAN:

What?

GIRL:

(seeing his reaction)

It's just terrycloth, isn't it?

DIGNAN:

Yeah. I think so.

EXT. MOTEL. DAY

They're walking along the balcony, looking for their room.

Anthony has on his backpack. Dignan's got his tennis bag.

Bob's got two large suitcases, a carry-on, and a garment bag.

ANTHONY:

Look, man. She didn't know anything

about shirts.

DIGNAN:

No, I'm not saying her. I'm just

saying, I don't know.

ANTHONY:

It's a great shirt. Don't worry

about it.

They find the room and unlock the door.

INT. CAR. NIGHT

Driving in a small town. Bob's behind the wheel. Dignan's in

front. Anthony's in back.

DIGNAN:

Armored trucks are very difficult

to steal, Anthony.

ANTHONY:

I know. But once you get inside

you're home free.

DIGNAN:

Right.. Get back to me on that one.

Once your plan is worth a sh*t.

ANTHONY:

It's not a plan. It's just --

DIGNAN:

Actually. If you knew the exact

route, you could plant explosives

under a manhole cover and blow it

up as it went over.

ANTHONY:

Yeah, but you wouldn't have the

truck if you blew it up.

DIGNAN:

True.

There's a car stopped in front of them. A couple of girls

are standing beside it, talking to the driver. Bob can't get

around.

DIGNAN:

What the f*** is this?

Dignan leans over and holds down the horn for about five

seconds. The guy in the car sticks hi s hand out the window

and shoots the finger at them. Dignan sounds dead serious:

DIGNAN:

Ram him, Bob.

Bob waits for a nervous moment. He does two quick honks. The

guy's reverse lights go on.

DIGNAN:

Hit him!

Bob hits the gas and slams into the car. He puts his car in

reverse and backs up a couple of feet. He leans forward and

sees the back of the guy's car. It's all smashed up. The guy

gets out of his car, shaken up, and looks at them. His

expression is confused. Bob punches it and flies backwards

down the street. The guy stands beside his car and watches

them.

DIGNAN:

Sh*t, Bob. What the f*** did you do

that for?

BOB:

He wouldn't move.

They go around the corner. Bob shifts into first and goes.

BOB:

Is he chasing us?

DIGNAN:

I don't know.

ANTHONY:

Speed up, Bob.

INT. MOTEL ROOM. NIGHT

They're unlocking the door. They go inside.

BOB:

You think he got my license plates?

ANTHONY:

He looked too shaken-up.

DIGNAN:

I'm sure he did. We'll have to get

new plates.

BOB:

It's registered in my mother's name.

DIGNAN:

(shakes his head)

What the f*** possessed you?

BOB:

You're the one who kept saying ram

him.

Dignan's walking into the bathroom.

DIGNAN:

I meant tap him. As a warning.

Dignan closes the door. Anthony lies down on one of the beds.

Bob just stands there.

INT. MOTEL ROOM. MORNING

The next day. Dignan and Bob are still asleep. Bob's on a

folding bed. Anthony's sitting at the table, reading a

newspaper eating some cereal from one of those little boxes

where you cut open the sides.

EXT. MOTEL POOL. DAY

Ahthony's swimming laps. He stops and hangs onto the side

for a minute. Across the pool he can see a good-looking

Mexican MAID about twenty years old standing beside her cart

looking at him. He waves. She waves and gets back to work.

A little while later. Anthony's sitting in a chair by the

pool, letting the sun dry him off. He's wearing just a

swimsuit. Dignan and Bob are fully dressed, standing beside

him.

ANTHONY:

Dignan, I can't get my hair cut.

That's just not possible, all right?

DIGNAN:

Then you're going to have to dye

it, Anthony. We've got to hide our

identities. Especially after Bob

crashed the car.

Bob has no reaction to this.

ANTHONY:

No, Dignan. I'm sorry. I can't do

that.

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