Midnight Cowboy Page #5
CASS (CONT'D)
Morey? Hi-ee, honey...
Cass gurgles happily as her free hand unbuckles Joe's
garrison belt.
CASS (CONT'D)
I'm just out of breath, honey,
running to catch the phone.
As her fingers reach for Joe's zipper, cut to...
... Joe's hand unzipping her dress.
CASS (CONT'D)
I was walking Baby. Him got to do
him goody-goods, right?
The poodle tugs at Joe's slacks until they fall. Cass steers
her ear to Joe's mouth, shuddering deliciously.
CASS (CONT'D)
Oh God, oh stop. I can't stand
that. I just die...
(quickly into phone)
It's Baby, Morey. Him trying to say
hello. Say hello to Morey, Baby.
Cass holds the phone toward the yapping poodle, twisting
herself against Joe as she wriggles out of her dress, passing
the phone from one hand to the other.
CASS (CONT'D)
Okay, old goosie? Now lookie, when
do you want me to meet you?
Whatever you say. I'll take a nap,
watch TV, you know, kill time.
Okay, but just one, a big wet one.
Cass hangs up. The poodle yaps hysterically, disentangling
himself from her tumbling dress -- hops onto the couch
glances off and flees again as an overturned lamp crashes
O.S.
INT. CASS'S BEDROOM - DAY
The poodle bounces onto the bed -- remaining long enough to
establish a TV REMOTE CONTROL TUNER lying on the satin
coverlet -- then leaps down in panic as he hears Joe and Cass
explode into the bedroom, laughing lustily...
... the remote control tuner buried suddenly under the full
flesh of Cass's hip, activating...
... a twenty-five-inch television screen, blasting at full
volume...
... Cass's eyes widening, profoundly impressed...
CASS:
Ye gods...
... the images and sound of the television set flicking
joyfully from channel to channel...
... Joe laughing, engulfed by Cass's abundance...
... Cass wild-eyed, overflowing the frame...
... a gleaming slot machine -- three Sahara cowgirls clicking
into line for jackpot -- silver dollars overflowing the
frame...
... the Mutual of New York tower flashes MONY!
JOE'S VOICE
Holy shee-it, this is a goddam
penthouse you got here, Cass, a
real goddam penthouse.
INT. CASS'S BEDROOM - DAY
Joe turns away from a small terrace, buckling his belt,
glancing off toward the sound of Cass in the shower. He
flicks the TV remote control, enjoying his power, ignoring
the silent images on the screen -- battle casualties, a
pretty girl recommending aspirin, a man's stomach flashing
animated pain, starving war refugees, a dog eating pzazz --
flicking it off to concentrate on the costume jewelry and
perfume bottles on Cass's dressing table.
CASS'S VOICE
Don't look, baby...
Joe turns to look as Cass comes from the bathroom, holding a
towel around her as she runs behind the closet door.
JOE:
Say, Cass, I, uh, sure have enjoyed
being here. Believe it's as fine a
time as I've had in my life!
CASS'S VOICE
Me, too, lover.
JOE:
That's good, it is, cause, well I
guess I didn't tell you why I came
to New York, did I?
A tower of black bugle beads emerges from the closet door.
CASS:
Zip this thing, will you, Tex?
Joe zips her dress, follows her to the dressing table, where
she sprays her hair with lacquer.
JOB:
Truth is, Cass, I'm, well, I'm in
business.
CASS:
Oh, poor you. Morey's got terrible
ulcers.
Cass stretches her upper lip across her teeth and she smears
it with, orange lipstick.
JOE:
Don't know what line Morey's in,
but myself now, fact is -- I'm a
hustler.
CASS:
(lips stretched)
Hers'n zodda meg a livig.
JOE:
Beg pardon, ma'am?
CASS:
Said, a person's gotta make a
living.
JOE:
You sure you heard what I said?
CASS:
Scuse me, hon, fraid I'm only half
along. But why don't you take this
phone number?
Joe grins, relieved as she takes out a gold lame purse and
opens it. He frowns as she folds; it upside down, empty.
CASS (CONT'D)
Darn! I didn't get to the bank --
Tex -- could you let me have a
little coin for the taxi-waxi?
Joe stands mute as she cups his chin in her hand,
seductively.
CASS (CONT'D)
You're such a doll. I hate money,
don't you? God, it's been fun.
JOE:
Funny thing, you mentioning money.
I was just about to ask your for
some...
Joe tries to laugh but it sticks in his throat as Cass speaks
-- an impassioned whisper -- still holding Joe's chin.
CASS:
You bastard! You son of a b*tch!
You think you're dealing with some
old slut? Look at me! You think
just cause you're a longhorn bull
you can get away with this crap?
Well, you're out of your mind. I am
a gorgeous chick, thirty-one,
that's right, you said it!
Sobbing suddenly, she throws herself on the bed. Joe stands
bewildered by the vastness of her grief.
JOE:
Hey. Hey, Cass. Did you think I
meant that? Christ, would I be
asking you for money with a wad
like that riding on my hip?
Joe waves his wallet at her, but she only cries louder. He
hands her a kleenex. She clutches it to her face, wailing.
Joe leans over the bed, whispering in her ear:
JOE (CONT'D)
Hey. You are a gorgeous-looking
piece, Cass. Guy gets horny, just
looking at you. It's a fact. How
much you need for that taxi? Ten?
Twenty? There you go.
Joe tucks a twenty-dollar bill into her bosom, tilts his
Stetson and starts out. Cass blows her nose, looking after
him. O.S. chorus sings, "From this valley they say you are
going -- we will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile..."
From a high angle, Joe walks away from the apartment house,
chorus continuing O.S. "... they say you are taking the
sunshine that brightened our pathway a while."
INT. EVERETT'S BAR - DAY
Joe sits at the bar, staring morosely at his image in the
mirror, already quite drunk, oblivious to the assorted types
hiding from daylight in the barn-like saloon, waiting for
night to fall.
RATSO'S VOICE
Excuse me, I'm just admiring that
colossal shirt...
RATSO studies Joe across the corner of the bar -- a sickly,
child-size old man of twenty-one -- hopefully nursing an
empty beer glass, contemplating the money on the bar in front
of Joe.
RATSO:
That is one hell of a shirt. I bet
you paid a pretty price for it, am
I right?
JOE:
Oh, it ain't cheap. I mean, yeah,
I'd say this was an all right
shirt. Don't like to, uh, you know,
have a lot of cheap stuff on my
back.
Ratso spits as JACKIE leans on the bar next to Joe -- a
feminine young person, heavily made-up, hair teased, wearing
earrings and a lace-trimmed blouse over shocking pink levis.
JACKIE:
Got a cigarette, cowboy?
RATSO:
(a stage whisper)
More goddam faggots in this town.
Reaching for a cigarette, Joe glances at Jackie, startled as
Jackie twitches his pink levis angrily and turns away.
JOE:
Shee-it...
(shakes his head)
Kee-rist, you really know the
ropes. Wish to hell I bumped into
you before. I'm Joe Buck from Texas
and I'm gonna buy you a drink, what
do you say to that?
RATSO:
Enrico Rizzo from the Bronx. Don't
mind if I do.
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