My Own Private Idaho Page #4

GARY:

How do we tell if he's okay?

SCOTT:

Well, he's not dead.

Scott listens to his heart.

SCOTT:

Listen.

Gary listens.

SCOTT:

He's not dead. He's Just passed

out. It's a condition. It's called

narcolepsy.

GARY:

Scared the sh*t out of her. What

causes it. Sex?

SCOTT:

Stress. Some hustler, huh?

Silence for a second.

GARY:

Where are we going to take him?

Scott lifts Mike's body up and carries him to a soft carpet of

grass on the edge of a lawn. Scott looks around to see if it is

okay. Then he speaks to Mike even though he is asleep.

SCOTT:

Hey, little brother. You stay

here, and when you wake up, Just

come back into town. I'll be there

waiting for you. I figure you're

going to be safer here in this

comfy neighborhood than in the

city. I grew up in a neighborhood

like this. It'll be safe here.

Scottie hides a tear. Then he takes his Jacket off and puts it

over Mike, then leaves him there.

Mike's face is lying down with his nose pressed against a leafy

ground in the daytime.

He wakes up, stands, makes his way up a slope and out to the

street. He brushes himself off as the Mercedes Benz shows up

again. Mike recognizes it, and walks up to the window of the car.

It is the MAN, though, not the lady. The Man speaks with a German

accent - and he is about 35 years old. HIS NAME IS HANS.

MIKE:

Hi.

HANS:

Say....

Hans reads Mike's shirt.

HANS:

Say, Bill. What's happening?

Mike brushes himself off and walks down the road, thinking that

the guy is weird.

MIKE:

Nothing much.

Hans drives alongside Mike in his car.

HANS:

Do you want a lift? Bill?

MIKE:

Hey, isn't this the lady's car?

HANS:

Is Alena a friend of yours? She's

a friend of mine. Any friend of

Alena's is a friend of mine. Do

you want to be my friend?

MIKE:

Not really.

HANS:

Get in and I'll take you

someplace. Yes? Where do you want

to go?

Mike doesn't respond, and walks on.

He pauses a moment, and looks at the houses in the neighborhood.

He looks down the street and can see Hans stopped in his car. The

guy gets out, and leans against the car.

MIKE:

This guy is a pervert. I can tell.

To Hans:

MIKE:

Go home!

THE HOUSES LINE THE STREET, EACH WITH A LITTLE CALIFORNIA STYLE

GARDEN. MIKE CAN SEE ALL THE ROOFS OF THE HOUSES LIFT OFF, AND

THE FURNITURE INSIDE EACH HOUSE FLY OUT AND CIRCLE IN THE AIR.

MIKE GETS THE JITTERS AND PASSES OUT.

THE MERCEDES BENZ PULLS UP NEXT TO HIS HEAD, WHICH IS NOW ON THE

GROUND.

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When Mike wakes up he is in Scottie's arms. They sit under a

statue in a park. The statue is of two Indians pointing out

across the horizon, and on the base of the statue is written: The

Coming of the White Man.

Mike looks at Scott and then at the new surroundings.

At the Broadway Cafe Mike bites into a hamburger.

MIKE:

How'd we get home?

SCOTT:

That German guy. Hans. He brought

you downtown, you were passed out.

He said he was heading to

Portland, so I asked him for a

ride.

MIKE:

I don't remember any German guy.

SCOTT:

Well. You were sleeping.

MIKE:

How much do you make off me while

I'm sleeping?

SCOTT:

Just a ride, Mike. I don't make

anything. What, you think that I

sell your body while you are

asleep.

MIKE:

Yeah.

Scott sips from a coffee cup.

SCOTT:

No, Mike. I'm on your side.

He puts down the cup. Mike knows Scottie always tells the truth.

Mike is a little embarrassed, that he has maybe offended Scott's

honor.

MIKE:

I was Just kidding, dude.

SCOTT:

Gary's up here somewhere. He left

three days ago, he flew up with

some John.

MIKE:

Exotic. Have you seen your dad?

SCOTT:

Are you kidding?

MIKE:

I'd visit my dad, if he was here.

SCOTT:

I have to take care of you.

MIKE:

How about your mom?

SCOTT:

No.

MIKE:

That lady. She looked like. My

mother.

SCOTT:

Is that why you passed out?

MIKE:

Yeah. I mean. I don't know. She

really looked like my mother. I

must have been imagining things.

A pause.

The Broadway Cafe is beginning to pick up in business. The table

where Scott and Mike sit is in front of a large window, and it is

semi-circular in shape. Scottie spies Gary across the street.

He bounds up out of his chair and Mike watches him as he goes to

the door, kicks it open and yells to Gary.

SCOTT:

HEY' You dick!

Gary sees Scott and runs across the street.

Later in the BROADWAY CAFE, there are other street kids hanging

around the table.

Scott has his arm around a girl named DENISE, who has a lot of

make up on and long stringy hair and who carries a teddy bear.

Denise is crying and Scott is consoling her.

MIKE'S THOUGHTS:

It was almost as if Scott was on

some sort of crusade or mission,

when you checked him out. He

could make you feel good right at

the very time that you felt so

bad. I remember there were many

times that I had been sobbing in

Scott's arms and he was helping me

out too. He was the great

protector of us all, and the great

planner. He gave us hope in the

future. Even though there was no

future. There must have been real

trouble at home, though, for Scott

not to want to visit his father.

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