My Own Private Idaho Page #3

Meanwhile...

Gary and Ray are talking. Ray, who is a Chicano street kid, is

looking poetically off into the distance.

RAY:

My father was a gaucho. But nobody

gonna find him. He killed a guy

and split. Nobody gonna find that

f***. I never gonna find him.

Ray spits into the gutter and the spit drifts in a small stream

made by the shop-owner who was washing his windows, down the

street and into drainage grating.

View of MIKE as he closes his eyes, oblivious to what is going on

around him.

The music in a DISCO blares, at night, and all we can see is

Mike's face, sleeping. The disco MUSIC STOPS, and the lights go

up.

A broom passes by Mike's head.

Finally, THE MANAGER'S SHOES appear at his head.

MANAGER (o. s.)

What's wrong with him? Passed

out?

The shoes prod Mike.

MANAGER (o. s.)

Hey, wake up.

Mike wakes up in a WARD ROOM BED in the daytime.

He looks around him. The room has a lot of light, windows

practically on all sides of the room. There are other DETOX men

and women in other beds. Mike gets up and starts to walk out, but

he is wearing a gown.

A nurse stops him.

NURSE:

Excuse me. Are you all right?

MIKE:

Yeah. I'm fine.

(Mike looks around the room.)

NURSE:

If you're going to leave us, it's

okay, but we need you to sign out,

and you'll need to get your

clothes from downstairs.

MIKE:

Oh. Yeah. (he pauses and looks

around the place.) Do you live

here?

NURSE:

Why... no. But sometimes I feel

like I do.

The nurse walks him over to a clipboard on a desk. Mike signs the

board, and she gives him a receipt.

MIKE:

What's this?

NURSE:

That's Just a receipt. if you

don't want it. You can throw it

away. That's what most people do

with it.

Then we cut to Mike's face at night. As his eyes open he takes a

look around him, a little dazed, trying to figure where he is. We

see he is under a store awning. A lot of fog is rolling across

the street.

A twenty-eight-year-old woman stops in a Mercedes Benz sedan,

similar to the one that the German man was driving. She motions

Mike to get inside the car.

Dazed, Mike looks at the car, then responds.

MIKE:

This chick is living in a new car

ad.

Inside a hallway entrance to the woman's home. Mike and the woman

take off their Jackets.

MIKE:

This is like a dream. A pretty

woman never picks me up.

Mike begins to caress her arm.

LADY:

They Don't? Well. I Don't see why

not...

MIKE:

Is this your house?

LADY (caressing his head)

Yes...

Mike follows the woman into her...

Living room where sit Scottie and Gary on a plush sofa. Mike sees

them.

MIKE:

Oh...

Mike sits down in an easy chair next to the sofa.

MIKE:

What's up, Gary? Scottie?

GARY:

HEY, DUDE.

LADY:

You men make yourselves

comfortable, and I'll be right

back. There're cokes in the

refrigerator - help yourself.

They watch her go.

SCOTTIE:

She's cool. She Just likes to have

three guys, 'cause - it takes her

a little while to get warmed up.

It's normal. Nothing kinky.

MIKE:

Oh.

Mike looks around the room. Gary leans closer to Mike.

GARY:

Hey, did you get into that Van

Halen concert last night?

MIKE:

I've never been to a concert,

dude.

Interior of the Woman's bedroom. Mike undresses. He waits by the

side of the bed and takes a last drag on a

cigarette and puts it out. Then the woman arrives. lets down her

negligee and approaches Mike like an EARTH MOTHER, slowly, big

breasted, warm, comforting.

As she approaches, Mike begins to see a familiar face. He is

upset when he looks into her eyes. And he begins to

spasmodically shake then he grows sleepy, and finally, as she is

upon him, he passes out.

Outside, Gary and Scottie struggle with Mike's body.

They plop Mike down on the corner, under a streetlight, fold his

arms under his stomach and bend him over so he is sitting up

against the light pole.

SCOTT:

(putting money into his pocket) He

always does this! I'm surprised he

makes money at all.

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