First Dog Page #4

(Brakes squealing)

(Grunting)

WOMAN:
Hey! Boy!

We didn't see you.

You jumped right

in our path.

Let me take a look.

It's okay.

I just twisted it.

Looks like you're bleeding

a little bit.

Here, let me go see if I can

find you a bandage, okay?

Hey, who are you

running from?

Are you in some kind

of trouble?

Come on, Vicky-Ann, let's go!

What are you doing?

VICKY-ANN:

Shut up, will you?

(Grunting)

These two men in black,

they're after me

and my dog.

Well, why's that?

Probably because

I ran away from home.

Come on over here.

I'm going to get you fixed up.

Lean on me, all right?

Henderson,

open the door.

The boy's hurt,

you idiot.

HENDERSON:

Come on, Vicky-Ann, we don't

have time to play with kids.

You darn near ran him over.

All right.

Give me your knee.

Don't worry.

Look, good as new.

So, where are you headed?

Well, Washington, D.C.

You want us

to give you a lift?

It's not out of our way

to drop you off in Washington.

That's real nice

of you, but...

Yes, yes, I will.

Thank you.

Thank you for the offer.

I will.

VICKY-ANN:

Hop in.

Teddy, come on.

VICKY-ANN:

Watch your tail.

What are you doing?

We can't take the kid with us.

We're going

in that direction.

I don't like kids.

And you know

I don't like dogs.

Don't mind Henderson.

He hates everything.

(Engine stalling and turning)

Come on.

Come on.

So why are those men

chasing you and your mutt?

It's okay, boy.

You can trust me.

Trust me.

Does the boy have a name?

(Henderson grunting)

VICKY-ANN:

What's your name?

Danny, ma'am.

Well, I'm Vicky-Ann,

this here's Jimbo,

although he likes

to be called Henderson.

All right, already.

I'm not going to light it.

Danny, maybe we can

help you.

Come on.

Well, what would you say

if I told you

this dog

is the president's dog?

President of Kiwanis

or of the United States?

Shut up!

Of the United States.

I remember that dog.

I've seen him on TV

with Woodroffe.

I've seen the brindle colour

before.

Wait, you believe me?

Well, why wouldn't we?

You can't have any chocolate.

It isn't good for dogs.

Must be a big reward.

Huh?

Well, it's the first dog

of the United States of America.

Must be a big reward.

Well, I don't want

any reward.

Well, then why the he--

Ahem, heck you going through

all this trouble for then?

Because it's the right thing

to do.

(Bell clanging)

You're absolutely right, kid.

That's the right thing to do.

Let's go! Let's go!

(Alarm ringing)

HENDERSON:

Again?

Just hold it.

(Engine stalling)

She's stuck again!

Stuck again.

HENDERSON:
Come on, come on.

(Engine turning)

Forget about the seat belts.

They don't work.

Stop! Come back here!

(Tires screeching)

Why is that man

so upset?

I didn't have the exact change

so he got angry.

Here, want some chips?

DANNY:

So how did you guys meet?

VICKY-ANN:

He picked me up

at a square dance.

She picked me up.

VICKY-ANN:

I did not.

I was your knight

in shining armour,

and you wanted me bad.

You guys have any kids?

Henderson never wanted

any kids.

And I still don't.

But I wanted a couple.

HENDERSON:

They ain't nothing but trouble.

I don't think so.

They're just a reflection

of their parents.

What do you mean?

Like if they are raised

with proper manners,

then they'll turn out okay.

If they're not

so good parents,

they're going to turn out

like brats,

always misbehaving

and probably going to jail.

Hey, Teddy, you thirsty?

There's a bottle of water

in the car.

Okay, thanks.

Come on. Come on.

I'll beat you there.

Okay, you'll beat me there!

I'm thinking.

Do you think that really is

the president's dog?

It's got to be.

(Inaudible)

(Barking)

DANNY:

How long till Washington?

HENDERSON:

Not far, kid.

Just a few hundred

miles more.

This looks like

a great place.

VICKY-ANN:

Are you sure?

HENDERSON:

Yeah.

DANNY:

Are we there?

Stopped to stretch our legs

and get some cigarettes.

Henderson, the money

for cigarettes.

Hey, Danny, you want to run on

in and get us some cigarettes?

Uh, smoking isn't good

for you.

I don't think I should.

Yeah, kid's right.

Just get me some gum.

All right, go ahead and get

yourself and the mutt something.

Okay.

I'll get a beef stick for you,

is that all right?

And I'll get me

some kettle corn.

Okay.

Teddy!

Teddy!

Teddy!

And every word

has escaped us

And the air we draw

is still

I will lay right here

beside you

I will, I will

You can hold

all of my secrets

Inside this heart

we share

And I'll feel you

always with me

Everywhere, everywhere

From now until forever

You will be

this part of me

Most precious and protected

In a world

no one can see

Oh, I will, I will

Oh, I will,

I will

Lay right here

beside you

I will

(Zipper rasping)

VICKY-ANN:

What are you doing?

The dang dog's locked us

out of the car.

What?

I...

VICKY-ANN:

How'd he do that?

Ah!

You little...

(Honking horn)

Mutt rolled the damn window up

on me.

Stand back,

Henderson.

You little...

Get over here.

This ought to hold you.

Stay there.

Oh, you're going

to make us rich.

Stupid dog.

(Engine stalling)

Come on.

VICKY-ANN:
Get us going.

HENDERSON:
I'm trying.

VICKY-ANN:

I told this car

is a piece of crap.

HENDERSON:

Then steal me a new one.

(Truck horn honking)

BIG MIKE:

Hey, Danny.

What happened, son?

Where's Teddy?

He's gone.

They took him.

Who? The men in black?

No, a man and a lady.

Everything's going

to be okay.

Big Mike promises.

We'll find him.

We're back together again.

Let's go find Teddy.

Come on.

MAN, OVER DISPATCH RADIO:

This is trucker Sam I Am.

Got a lead on your description:

black Mercedes station wagon.

I'm on route 186,

junction 5.

A man and a woman,

and a canine in the back seat.

10-4.

Yeah!

(Laughing)

Whoo-whee!

That guy's coming fast.

(Horn honking)

(Laughing)

Holy!

Step on it, you idiot!

I'm going, I'm going!

(Truck horn blasting)

(Tires screeching)

Hey, Danny.

We've got some trouble

on our tails.

Look in the side mirror.

Oh, no.

It's the men in black.

(Laughing)

Oh, they want to play?

Well, let's play.

(Laughing)

Hold this for me.

You're carrying fireworks?

BIG MIKE:

I got a truckload of them

in back.

Motion to them

to lower their window down.

DANNY:

Why?

I got a little something

for them.

They're coming

on the side right now.

Look, look!

He did it.

He rolled down his window.

How's your pitching arm,

Danny?

Uh, I'm no good at baseball.

BIG MIKE:

This is your big chance

to redeem yourself.

Come on, y'all! Come on.

Come around the side.

(Laughing)

Throw it, Danny!

(Big Mike laughing)

Throw it now!

(Firecrackers popping)

(Tires squealing)

Whoo! Sorry about your ride!

Welcome to the big leagues,

Danny.

Welcome to the big leagues!

(Laughing)

Yeah!

VICKY-ANN:
Hurry, Henderson!

(Engine stalling)

HENDERSON:

Oh, come on, you stupid car!

He's coming!

HENDERSON:

You little mutt.

Ah!

Come any closer

and this dog is dog meat.

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