Kalifornia Page #5

CARRIE'S POV

As we approach Brian from behind, moving closer, closer.

NEW ANGLE - BRIAN'S DESK

Carrie steps up behind him. She's rubbing her eyes, having

just awakened. A hangover beckons. Brian notices her.

BRIAN:

Hey. I didn't have the heart to wake

you.

CARRIE:

Thanks. What are you doing?

BRIAN:

Well, I sat down with my tapes and

your photographs, which are great by

the way... and I started writing.

Carrie grabs his container of Chinese and takes a few bites.

Listens.

CARRIE:

So how's it going?

BRIAN:

...I think it's the best stuff I've

done.

Carrie glances over his shoulder at his writing.

BRIAN:

...and I think I know why.

CARRIE:

Why?

BRIAN:

Because I was there. And for a moment

that night I understood how she came

to pull the trigger.

CARRIE:

(sarcastic)

This mean your finally going to finish

your thesis?

BRIAN:

Look, f*** the thesis. I think there's

a book here. Your photographs and my

research, together.

CARRIE:

A book on the warehouse murders?

BRIAN:

A book on some of the most infamous

murderers in America. I want to go

to where they lived and where they

killed and I want you to photograph

it.

Brian reaches down to the floor and pulls a large map of the

United States up and lays it out on his desk. He traces a

route West. Along the way, specific locations have been

circled.

BRIAN:

What I'm thinking is, we can drop

down through Tennessee, across

Arkansas and into Texas, from there

it's a straight shot into California.

(pause)

"We don't stop... until we hit the

f***ing ocean."

OMITTED:

CARRIE:

It's about f***ing time, Kessler!

I'd just about given up on you.

BRIAN:

We don't have enough money, but we'll

figure something out.

Carrie steps up to Brian.

BRIAN:

...It's either the best idea I've

had in a long time... or there's way

too much MSG in this stuff.

Brian looks at the container of Chinese in his hand. Carrie

takes it from him, sets it down on the road map. Kisses him.

EXT. EARLY'S TRAILER - DAWN

Early exits the trailer and climbs into his Grand Prix.

INT. GRAND PRIX

Early tries to get the engine to tick over. Then... He sees

JOHN DIEBOLD, his landlord, emerge from his house and begin

lumbering toward the Grand Prix. The two panting ugly-ass

pitbulls trot alongside their master.

DIEBOLD:

(shouts)

Hold on a minute there boy!

EARLY:

Sh*t!

Early tries the engine again. Still won't start. Diebold,

getting closer. The dogs are barking.

DIEBOLD:

Goddamit, you're gonna settle up

that rent here and now.

Hurriedly, Early tries the engine one more time. It starts.

Grinning from ear to ear, Early pulls away before Diebold

and his dogs reach him.

Pissed, Diebold grabs a rock and hurls it, hitting Early's

car.

The car stops, dead in its tracks.

DIEBOLD:

I've had it with your bullshit boy.

I want my money.

INT. GRAND PRIX

Early looks in the rear-view mirror and sees... Diebold

standing there confrontational.

Early throws the gearshift into reverse...

EXT. EARLY'S TRAILER

Tires screeching, the car surges toward Diebold and the dogs.

Scared shitless... Diebold begins back peddling. Confused,

the pitbulls bark, then follow suit.

Early laughs as he stalks Diebold.

Diebold jumps out of the way of the Grand Prix just as it

pulverizes his portable barbecue.

Early shifts it into drive and barrels out of the drive.

NEW ANGLE - DIEBOLD

As soon as the Grand Prix is out of sight...

DIEBOLD:

(hollering)

You sonofabitch! Come back here!

Furious, he turns to find Adele staring at him from the window

of her trailer.

DIEBOLD:

That's it! You tell him... I want

you both the f*** out of here by

Sunday or I'm gonna call the Police.

Adele starts laughing, she tries to hide it with her hand.

DIEBOLD:

...You won't be laughing come Sunday

little girl.

Muttering to himself, he turns back toward his house. He

then notices what Adele is laughing at. One pitbull is trying

to hump the other.

DIEBOLD:

Elvis! Get the f*** off him!

NEW ANGLE - ADELE

Peering out at him from the trailer window laughing at the

dogs.

EXT. PARKING LOT - UNIVERSITY

Brian pulls up in his BLACK '62 LINCOLN CONTINENTAL. The

suicide doors and leather interior have seen better days.

Brian locks his car and walks into the building.

INT. LOBBY OF THE ADMINISTRATION BUILDING - AFTERNOON

Brian steps up to a large bulletin board. He sees several

'Ride-Share' notes to various cities on the board. He pins a

Ride-Share note onto the board. We see the note is headlined

in red - "CALIFORNIA"

CAROL:

You know, they say one of these

days...

Brian glances over his shoulder.

BRIAN:

(sarcastic)

...the whole thing's going to slide

into the ocean... Yeah, I know.

Carol peers over Brian's shoulder and reads the note.

CAROL:

"Looking for someone to take turns

at the wheel and share expenses...

on a week long cross country blue-

highways tour of historic murder

sites..."

(beat)

You gotta be kidding. Who in their

right mind would want to do that?

BRIAN:

...I would.

Brian smiles at her and walks away.

CAROL:

(watching Brian walk

away)

Like I said...

She shakes her head.

EARLY:

Where's the personnel office at?

Carol turns to see Early.

RITA:

(points down the hall)

First door on the left.

She walks away. Early's eye catches the bulletin board, he

sees in bold red marker - "CALIFORNIA."

EXT. EARLY'S TRAILER - LATE THAT NIGHT

Adele steps out of the trailer.

ADELE:

Early?

She walks carefully around the junk piles. It's dark; hard

to see. She comes to the edge of a deep dark hole and peers

in... She can't see anything but hears the rustling of a

shovel digging.

ADELE:

Early? You down there?

The sound of digging stops.

EARLY:

(from inside the hole)

What's up Adele? Dinner ready?

ADELE:

Almost.

After a moment's hesitation, Early resumes his digging.

ADELE:

Early...

The digging stops again.

ADELE:

Tell me more about California.

The moonlight illuminates his face when he looks up at her.

EARLY:

Well... for one thing... They think

faster out there, on account of all

that warm weather they got; cold

weather makes people stupid, that's

a fact.

ADELE:

I guess that'd explain why there's

so many stupid people around here.

EARLY:

Yeah, and in California you never

have to buy fruit 'cause it's all on

the trees everywhere you turn...

(beat)

...and, 'course there ain't no speed

limit out there, and all drugs are

legal... And I heard your first

month's rent is free; state law. I

figure 'til we get settled we can

just move around month to month...

ADELE:

What'll we do out there?

EARLY:

Well... the very first thing we're

gonna do... is get us a couple of

six packs of Lucky Lager and climb

up on toppa' that famous Hollywood

sign and howl at the moon...

Early lets out a playful howl, as Adele looks up over her

shoulder at the moon.

ADELE:

You know... I read once... Ain't

nothin' on that big old moon 'cept

some old golf balls those astronauts

left behind.

EARLY:

Bull. That ain't right... Government

sends people there all the time,

just don't want us to know about it.

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