Five Easy Pieces Page #3

TWINKY:

Oh, definitely...

BETTY:

(looking at his hairline)

Yeah, but I can see a little bitty

of the net up there, that's what

give it away.

TWINKY:

It's so weird to see you in person,

but that's who she says you are.

BETTY:

(to her)

It is him, he said it's him.

(to Bobby)

Aren't you.

BOBBY:

Yeah, you could say it's me.

Twinky reaches over to the scoring table, picking

up a pencil and a score sheet.

TWINKY:

I'm gonna give you our number,

Donnie, just in case...

(as she writes)

We're both professionals, if you

didn't guess.

BOBBY:

Well, you seem very professional...

TWINKY:

(handing the score sheet

to him)

I always tell everyone the same

thing. I got rolled and beat up

real bad recently, and since then

it's two for one, an' I work

strictly in tandem with Betty...

He glances at the dwarfish Betty.

BOBBY:

Yeah, I can see how she'd come in

handy.

EXT. BOWLING ALLEY PARKING LOT - NIGHT

Rayette sits sulking in Bobby's car. He comes up to

the passenger window and leans down to her.

BOBBY:

Come on. We're goin' over to

Elton's.

RAYETTE:

I'm not.

BOBBY:

You just going to sit there?

RAYETTE:

Yes.

BOBBY:

Okay. Hope no one hits on you.

RAYETTE:

I hope they do.

He casually slaps the outside of the door.

BOBBY:

See you later, then...

He walks off through the lot.

ON RAYETTE:

staring out through the windshield.

ON BOBBY:

as he stops and comes back to the car.

BOBBY:

No one would want to hit on you,

you look too pathetic.

No response.

BOBBY (CONT'D)

Come on, DiPesto. We can still have

a good time.

RAYETTE:

You're the pathetic one, not me.

BOBBY:

I'm going on over there...

RAYETTE:

I'm not some piece a crap.

BOBBY:

I know you're not.

RAYETTE:

You treat me like I was.

BOBBY:

I'm sorry.

RAYETTE:

(close to tears)

You go slippin' around in front a

my face, an' in front a Elton an'

Stoney. What do you imagine they

think a someone you treat that

way...

BOBBY:

Now, hand...

He opens the door and gets inside, putting his arm

around her.

BOBBY (CONT'D)

Elton and Stoney know how I feel

about you. An' they're just goin'

to think I'm not too nice a guy,

which I'm not, an' that you're a

hell of a person puttin' up with

me, that's all.

RAYETTE:

You're goin' a find me dead one

time.

BOBBY:

Sssh, come on now...

(he kisses her)

Be a good girl.

RAYETTE:

If you really want a get up an'

leave me, you can read about it in

the newsprint.

BOBBY:

I'm not going to get up an' leave

you.

(kisses her again, then:)

Now let's go over to El's an' have

a good time.

RAYETTE:

Do you love me, Bobby?

He hesitates briefly, then:

BOBBY:

Well now, what do you think?

Though hardly an undying declaration, it's close

enough to fill her with forgiveness. Reaching over,

she pulls him into her arms.

EXT. SIGNAL HILL DERRICK - DAY

KALEIDOSCOPIC SERIES OF SCENES, showing Elton and

Bobby WORKING THE RIG as part of a four-man team.

The DRILLER stands back, giving them directives,

while the prestigious DERRICKMAN, the "star" of the

team, lounges around in the b.g. Though he has been

working the fields for some months, it is apparent

that Bobby is still somewhat of a novice in the

operations of the rig.

FADE OVER ABOVE ACTIONS, to:

INT. SIGNAL HILL DOGHOUSE - DAY

An impromptu card game, taking place on a lunch

break.

(IMPROVISED) Bobby, in a buoyant mood, lays down a

winning poker hand and rakes in a pile of bills and

change lying on the table. The participants include

Elton and THREE OTHER TOOLPUSHERS. In the b.g., as

the game continues, other "HANDS" can be seen

changing clothes.

INT. TWINKY'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Bobby sits morosely on the couch beside Twinky. One

of his arms is around her, the other holds a can of

beer. Both he and Twinky are looking at...

... Elton, who rides Betty on his leg as both sing

"Ride a Cockhorse To Banbury Cross." She begins to

laugh with the hysterical abandon of a child, and

Elton, nearly beside himself, looks over to Bobby.

ELTON:

God, id'n she the cutest damn thing

in your life!

EXT. SIGNAL HILL FIELD - DAY

(ELTON SINGING A RANK DOGHOUSE SONG OVER:)

REMOTE ANGLE ON BOBBY AND ELTON

Having been up all night, drinking, they move

unsteadily toward a derrick and are intercepted by

the driller as they climb the stairs to the rig

floor. He informs them they are unfit to work and

"impolitely" eighty-sixes them for the day.

EXT. BOBBY'S CAR - FREEWAY - DAY

(ELTON SINGING OVER:)

Bobby's car slows as it moves into a freeway jam.

INT. BOBBY'S CAR - FREEWAY - DAY

He gestures out at the traffic as Elton, strumming

a ukelele, concludes his song.

BOBBY:

Can you believe this sh*t?

He takes a drink from a half pint of bard liquor,

then angrily hits at the steering wheel.

BOBBY (CONT'D)

Goddamned freeway... Jesus

Christ...

THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD

A few cars ahead, a truck can be seen carrying

several furniture pieces protected by padded

covers.

ELTON:

Give 'em the horn, Bob.

BOBBY:

Look at these a**holes! What the

hell are they doing?!

EXT. FREEWAY JAM - DAY

The a**holes are going nowhere and other cars close

up behind and to both sides of Bobby's car.

INT. BOBBY'S CAR - FREEWAY - DAY

He suddenly throws the car into "park"...

BOBBY:

I can't take this sh*t anymore.

... opens the door and gets out.

EXT. FREEWAY - DAY

ON BOBBY:

moving down the freeway, away from his car. Behind,

Elton can be seen sliding over into the driver's

seat.

ANOTHER ANGLE:

as Bobby steps up onto the fender of a car, looking

for the cause of the jam.

DRIVER:

Hey, get off my car!

INT. BOBBY'S CAR - FREEWAY - DAY

ON ELTON:

ELTON:

Where the hell's he goin'?

EXT. FREEWAY - DAY

Bobby cuts in front of another car and climbs up

into the rear of the truck. Moving to the front of

it, he looks out over the cab.

POV of the glut of cars in all four lanes.

ELTON:

Hey, Bob! Come on! Quit foolin'

around!

EXT. TRUCK - FREEWAY - DAY

On his way out of the truck, Bobby pauses to look

beneath one of the padded protectors, then pulls it

off to reveal an upright piano. He leans down to

the keyboard and plays a few notes.

INT. BOBBY'S CAR - FREEWAY - DAY

Elton, amused.

ELTON:

Sh*t, what's he doin'?

EXT. TRUCK - FREEWAY - DAY

Bobby has pulled the bench out from beneath the

piano and, sitting himself, begins to play a Chopin

prelude.

EXT. BOBBY'S CAR - FREEWAY - DAY

THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD

Elton can be seen applauding him.

EXT. TRUCK - FREEWAY - DAY

ON BOBBY:

playing as the traffic begins to move and the truck

with it.

INT. BOBBY'S CAR - FREEWAY - DAY

Again, Elton leans out the window, yelling at him:

ELTON:

You better get your butt off there,

Bob! Come on, now!!

EXT. TRUCK - FREEWAY - DAY

The right-turn indicator is flashing and the truck

begins to work its way across the lanes.

INT. BOBBY'S CAR - FREEWAY - DAY

ELTON'S POV

of Bobby playing, as the truck heads for an off

ramp.

ON ELTON:

honking the horn and flailing his arm out the

window as he tries to cross lanes. The traffic

closes on his right, preventing him from following.

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