My Own Private Idaho Page #10

MIKE:

About as long as the rest of us. I

mean. I can't even remember that

far back, Scott, I mean

SCOTT:

It's been three years, Mike.

MIKE:

Wow... that's a really long time,

Scott. Have I been here three

years, too?

SCOTT:

What I'm getting at, Mike, is that

we are survivors.

MIKE:

Yeah, well, so, isn't that

obvious?

SCOTT:

Yes. It is incredibly obvious.

They could drop a bomb on this

city and you know what we would

do?

MIKE:

(thinking)

DIE?

SCOTT:

No. We would survive. Because we

are...

MIKE:

Survivors!

SCOTT:

Right, Mike.

MIKE:

Say, Scott. Whaddya say we go

survive over at the Broadway Cafe

a little bit, at least it's warm

over there.

Int. Broadway Cafe. Day.

Mike and Scott sit around the table with Carl and Mary. Mike

blows a smoke ring.

Denise runs in the door of the cafe, excited about something.

DENISE:

MIKE! Scottie! There's a man from

City Hall down the street. He

wants to speak with you, Scottie.

SCOTT:

What's that?

DENISE:

He says that he's sent by your

father.

SCOTT:

Say hello and send him to my

mother.

MIKE:

What kind of a man is it?

DENISE:

A young man. And he's got cops

with him.

SCOTT:

Cops....

Street exterior day.

Two POLICEMEN and one OFFICIAL are walking down the street toward

the Broadway cafe.

Broadway Cafe interior day.

The cops enter, passing The PROPRIETOR of the cafe, an aging

heavyset woman named NANCY.

NANCY:

Good morning, officers...

COP 2

How are you this morning, NANCY?

Don't mind if we take a look

around your place, do you?

One officer is already inspecting the stolen motorcycle outside.

Mike sees this, and looks the other way from the cop who is

peering in the Broadway cafe window.

COP 1

Have you seen the young Scott

Favor?

NANCY:

I do believe he was here just a

second ago. Nancy looks in the

front window.

NANCY:

Oh, yeah, there he is.

Nancy points Scott out.

Scott is giving Denise a long kiss, hiding from the cops. The

OFFICIAL walks to the front window of the Cafe. Scott pretends

he is being rudely interrupted.

SCOTT:

Ah-ha... what have we here?

OFFICIAL:

Excuse me... Mr. Favor... we have

been sent in search of a fat

man... a large bearded....

COP 1

FAT MAN...

COP 2

Goes by Bob Pigeon.

SCOTT:

Bob Pigeon?

COP 1

That's right.

SCOTT:

What do you want with him?

COP 2

Ahem. There's been a report, sir,

he has been involved in a

holdup...

COP 1

Last night. Have you seen him?

SCOTT:

I saw him around last night, when

was the holdup?

COP 1

Late. Two in the morning.

SCOTT:

I saw him about four, but he

wasn't very loose with his wallet.

Did he get away with any of the

money?

COP 2

Yes, indeed, sir... two thousand

dollars of a rock promoter's

money.

SCOTT:

Well, anyway, I haven't seen him

recently. Why do you look here?

COP 1

They say he has friends here.

SCOTTIE:

I beg your pardon.

COP 2

Sorry...

OFFICIAL:

Sorry for the interruption. We

have a message for you from your

father. He says that he would like

to see you as soon as possible.

THE OFFICIAL HANDS SCOTT AN ENVELOPE.

SCOTT:

Thank you for your message.

Scott takes the envelope and puts it on the table.

street, day.

The police close the door.

COP 1

Hmmm.

COP 2

What about the dead body.

COP 1

Let's not get Favor's kid involved

in this report if we can help it.

But if he were my son, I'd....

Cop 1 makes a fist and slams It In the palm of his other hand.

INT. Broadway Cafe.

MIKE:

Bob is a wanted man now.

SCOTTIE:

And as dangerous to be around as

cops themselves.

MIKE:

We need a hiding place.

SCOTTIE:

Where should we go?

MIKE:

To visit my brother.

SCOTT:

You have a brother?

MIKE:

Yes, I have one.

SCOTT:

Where is he?

MIKE:

He's in he's in

Mike suddenly begins to shake, and, falls asleep.

Scottie picks up the envelope from his father and puts it in his

pocket.

Mike and Scott are stuck on a long straight road in the desert.

Mike is angry at Scott because he doesn't think he knows how the

motorcycle works.

Scott is trying again and again to start the engine.

MIKE:

Come on...

SCOTT:

Shut up, Mike.

He tries to turn it over again.

SCOTT:

If I had known that it was going

to be this hard to start, then I

wouldn't have stopped it at all.

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