Kalifornia Page #12

ADELE:

You took this picture?

CARRIE:

Took 'em all.

Carrie resumes cutting Adele's hair. Adele thumbs through

several photographs.

CARRIE:

That's me.

ADELE:

No it is not!

CARRIE:

Hold still.

ADELE:

Sorry. Boy I'll tell ya, if Early

found a picture of me like that I'd

be black and blue for a week.

Adele notices Carrie's scowl in the dresser mirror. Carrie

stops cutting.

CARRIE:

(suddenly serious)

You shouldn't let him do that to

you...

ADELE:

Do what?

CARRIE:

Adele... are you serious?

ADELE:

(defensive)

You think Early's bad to me, don't

you?

CARRIE:

Yeah.

Carrie starts cutting Adele's hair again.

ADELE:

Well... You're wrong. I ain't saying

Early ain't never hit me... but he

never hurt me.

When Carrie doesn't respond, Adele grabs Carrie's scissor

hand and stops her from continuing. Carrie looks at Adele's

reflection in the dresser mirror.

ADELE:

(continues)

...When I was fourteen years old

three boys raped me in the back of a

truck, and beat me so bad I was in

bed for almost four months...

(beat)

...I feel safe with Early, most the

time he treats me pretty good. And I

know he wouldn't let nothin' like

that ever happen to me again...

Carrie is speechless, Adele looks in the mirror at her new

haircut.

ADELE:

Hey, that ain't so bad now.

INT. BOWLING ALLEY BAR

The patrons are young men and women. Eighteen to thirty. The

River's Edge kids today. Leather. Ludes and Beer. Wasted.

Rowdy.

We follow one of the waitresses through the bar... As she

passes by a pool table one of the players, A LARGE YOUNG

CRACKER, makes a grab at her...

LARGE YOUNG CRACKER

When you gonna give me so o' that!

She spins safely out of his reach.

WAITRESS:

Maybe when you grow up a little sonny.

Some guys, close enough to hear her over the noise, laugh at

her put down. She moves on until she reaches...

Brian standing near a small high table. Early's not with

him. She sets four beers down on the table. Brian tries to

talk to her over the music. He leans in close. His mouth to

her ear.

BRIAN:

These aren't Lucky Lager, I ordered

Lucky Lager.

WAITRESS:

Sorry honey, 'ain't nothin Lucky

around here.

The waitress laughs. Brian smiles and glances around the

room. He notices the Large Young Cracker staring at him.

ACROSS THE ROOM:

Early steps out of the bathroom and makes his way back to

Brian.

NEW ANGLE ON BRIAN

He watches the waitress disappear into the crowd, then turns

to find the Large Young Cracker in his face!

YOUNG CRACKER:

What did you say to her city boy!

The Young Cracker is obviously very drunk.

BRIAN:

Nothing, I jus...

YOUNG CRACKER:

(cuts him off)

What's a jism gargling cum drunk

fairy like you looking at a pretty

girl like that for anyway?

The Young Cracker doesn't notice Early return from the

bathroom. He moves in next to Brian. Early is relaxed and

nonchalant as he looks over the Young Cracker. He leans closer

to Brian.

EARLY:

(matter of factly)

You'd better hit him first Bri',

'cos it's comin'.

With his eyes on Brian, Early grabs a beer. Brian is scared,

and confused, with one ear and one eye on the Young Cracker,

the other on Early.

YOUNG CRACKER:

This yur' boyfriend?

BRIAN:

(dumbfounded)

What?

EARLY:

Hit him.

Early looks at the beer.

EARLY:

(angry)

Bri' this sh*t ain't Lucky Lager!

Early takes a swig off the beer, grimaces and sprays it out.

It hits the Young Cracker. The Cracker looks down at his

shirt in shock. Early is oblivious.

YOUNG CRACKER:

(to Early)

Hey A**hole!

Brian is frozen, confused, doesn't know who to address. Early

continues to ignore the Young Cracker.

BRIAN:

They don't stock it here Early.

YOUNG CRACKER:

(to Early, furious)

Why you f***in'...

The Young Cracker moves to hit Early. Early swiftly smashes

his beer bottle into the oncoming face. The Young Cracker

doubles over clutching his face in agony. Early kicks him in

the face, sending the Young Cracker to the ground. Early

finishes him off with several more kicks from his heavy work

boots.

Two large tough guys approach Early and Brian. Brian's heart

racing, Early cool as a cucumber. Instead of taking on Early,

they stop, reach down and drag the unconscious man away. The

waitress returns to their table.

WAITRESS:

Sorry about that, he's always causing

trouble.

She sets down two beers and two shots, doubles.

WAITRESS:

These are on the house.

OMITTED:

Sequence omitted from original script.

INT. CARRIE AND BRIAN'S MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

Carrie and Adele split the last bottle of beer between them.

They are sitting on the floor and Adele has Carrie's foot in

her lap. She's painting Carrie's toenails bright red. Neither

of them is feeling any pain.

ADELE:

My momma's a beautician. Guess that's

where I get it from. She wouldn't

hear of my moving in with Early...

on account of his just getting out

of jail and all. Ain't seen her in

nearly a year now. I wish she'd call

me, just once.

CARRIE:

(interrupting)

What's Early been in jail for?

ADELE:

(reluctantly)

Carryin' a gun.

CARRIE:

...Anything else?

ADELE:

An' resistin' arrest... At least

that's what the Police said.

CARRIE:

Jeez... Adele!

Adele realizes she has said too much, looks at her watch.

ADELE:

I'd better be goin'. It's late.

Adele hastily weaves her way out the door.

CARRIE:

Great.

Carrie stares down at her feet. Red toenails. Cottonballs

between the toes.

OMITTED:

Sequence omitted from original script.

EXT. THE BOWLING ALLEY BAR

Early and Brian exit the bar. They make their way to the

Lincoln. On the way...

EARLY:

Got to see a man about a mule.

Brian looks at Early, doesn't understand.

EARLY:

Gotta take a piss.

Early branches off behind the car.

EARLY:

Any reebs left in the back seat?

Early starts to take a leak.

EARLY:

Aaahhhhh...

(relief)

That's what we used to call a beer

when we was kids... Beer spelled

backwards.

Brian reaches in the back seat and grabs the last Lucky Lager.

He crosses to the other side of the car and hands Early the

beer.

BRIAN:

Last one.

Early stares at the last of the Lucky Lagers.

EARLY:

...Well I probably drunk more than

my share, anyway... you go on an'

have it.

BRIAN:

No, it's all yours. It's on me...

for saving my ass back there.

Early takes the beer.

EARLY:

Hey, that's what buddies are for,

right...?

Early polishes off the rest of the bottle and heaves it into

the woods.

EARLY:

(voice drops almost

to a whisper)

You know those doors I was talking

about? Found two of them back in

Kentucky. Sh*t, I wasn't even looking

for one the first time. Me and the

boys are just swingin' our sickles

by the side of the road, and I turned

around and there it was... this door

with this bright blinding white light

all around it... course I'm thinkin'

I must be sunstroked or somethin'...

so I close my eyes figurin' I'll

count ten and it'll be gone right...

so I'm countin'...

(he closes his eyes)

...1-2-3-4-5... an' I'm 'bout ta

piss myself right... -6-7-8-9... 10.

An' I open my eyes slow, spectin' it

won't be there right...

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