My Own Private Idaho Page #11

Mike looks at the road and the surrounding area. It is the same

road that he was stuck on in the beginning.

MIKE:

Scott? I just know that I have

been on this road before.

Mike stares at the face in the road. Two cactus for eyes,

mountains for hair, a cloud shadow forms the mouth over a red

nose road with a dotted line running down it.

At night, Scott and Mike sit next to a fire they have made on the

side of the road. We can hear Indians in the distance dancing

and chanting a song.

MIKE:

It sure is lonely out in the

desert.

SCOTT:

Yeah, I guess.

MIKE:

If I had had a normal family, and

a good upbringing, then I would

have been a well adjusted person.

But somehow that just didn't work

out.

SCOTT:

Depends on what you'd call

"normal. -

MIKE:

Well, normal, you know, with a mom

and a dad and a dog and sh*t like

that... normal.

SCOTT:

So you didn't have a dog? Or you

didn't have a dad...

MIKE:

I didn't have a dog and I didn't

have a dad. Well, not a normal

dad...

The music is getting louder. It sounds like a war chant.

MIKE:

Hey Scott?

SCOTT:

What?

Mike is hesitating. He is about to say something personal. He

looks at Scott and back to the fire, a few times too many.

SCOTT:

What, Mike?

MIKE:

Oh. Have you ever. Uh...

Scott is getting Mike's drift. Mike rubs his crotch.

MIKE:

I mean, don't you ever get horny?

SCOTT:

Yeah. But...

MIKE:

Oh, yeah... not for a guy.

SCOTT:

Mike. Two guys can't love each

other. They can only be friends.

An awkward moment passes where Mike is looking away from Scott

and Scott can't help but look at Mike. Then Scott catches Mike's

eye and motions for him to come closer to him.

Mike walks over to Scott and Scott holds him in his arms.

Overhead VIEW of the two in front of the campfire.

SCOTT:

I only have sex for money.

Mike starts to get out some money.

SCOTT:

I can't take your money.

A pause.

SCOTT:

But we can be close friends.

The next morning. Mike is sleeping. As he opens his eyes, he can

see Scott still trying to start the motorcycle.

Mike stands and looks down the road at an approaching State

Police Car. Mike, afraid of the police, starts to move into the

bushes.

Scott is out of breath trying to start the bike.

MIKE:

Scott, look...

Scott looks in the direction of the police car.

SCOTT:

Looks like this is it.

MIKE:

Yeah.

Scott hits the side of the gas tank of the bike with the palm of

his hand.

SCOTT:

Can't get the bike started. Cops

are coming. Stuck in the middle of

nowhere with a stolen bike. Yeah,

Mike. Looks like this is the end.

The policeman pulls up to them and parks.

The policeman sits in his car for a second and reports into the

radio, then he gets out and walks over to the boys.

Mike gets scared and runs into the desert.

The cop stands and watches. Mike has nowhere to go, he is running

into an open desert.

The policeman, a full blooded American Indian, seems amused at

his power. He looks at Scott then back at Mike, who trips in the

desert and falls in a cloud of dust.

COP:

What's the matter with him?

SCOTT:

I don't know. I guess he doesn't

like cops.

COP:

Yeah.

SCOTT:

That's how it looks.

COP:

What are you kids doing out here?

SCOTT:

This cycle is one b*tch to turn

over. But you probably don't know

about motorcycles. You aren't a

motorcycle cop.

COP:

I turned a few.

Scott walks through the desert looking for Mike where he dropped.

He picks him up out of the dirt, spit dripping from his sleeping

lips, and smacks him in the face.

SCOTT:

Wake up, Mikey, the heat's off.

Mike will not wake up.

When Mike wakes up. He is inside a TRAILER at night.

Scott is eating sandwiches to his right that are on a little TV.

tray.

There is MIKE'S BROTHER leaning into him on his left. He looks at

Mike offensively. His brother is very good looking, but looks

like he has lost his mind somewhere down the line. Which is why

he lives in the desert in a trailer, away from people.

SCOTT:

Look, Mike. Sandwiches.

BROTHER:

Your mother... now she was a right

woman. She used to be so proud of

you... you know... she would just

beam. And not Jim Beam either. If

you know what I mean. We used to

drive for hours to get a look at

you. I remember, what was it...

eighteen years ago?

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