My Own Private Idaho Page #6

He yells to the other buildings and other street kids to wake up.

Scottie pours an old paper cup of Coca-Cola over Bob and Budd

below.

GARY:

Look out, it's raining Coke!

Bob hears the show atop the buildings.

BOB:

Ah, I think my friends can see I

am back from Boise.

Bob looks worried and happy at the same time, not knowing if they

are friend or foe. He shields himself from the Coke sprinkles.

BOB:

Do you see any clouds in the sky,

Budd?

BUDD:

No, Bob.

The Derelict Hotel.

Budd and Bob enter the threshold of a busted up but operating

hotel. There is a fire in a trashcan turned upside down, with

holes poked in it.

Budd looks around the hotel.

BUDD:

Is Jane Lightwork alive, Bob?

BOB:

She's alive, Budd.

BUDD:

Is she holding on?

BOB:

Old... old, Budd.

BUDD:

She must be old, she has no

choice...

THE TWO sit at a larger fire deeper into the derelict hotel.

BUDD:

I remember her daughter, she died

years ago... of old age. She must

be old, all right. That was before

I came to Clements Inn.

BOB:

(warming by the fire)

Ahh...

BUDD:

Jesus... the things that we've

seen. Aren't I right, Bob? Aren't

I right?

BOB:

We have seen the light at the end

of the tunnel...

BUDD:

That we have, that we have... in

fact Bob, we have. Jesus... the

things that we've seen.

Scott drinks from a beer can inside the derelict hotel, tosses it

to a young boy, laughs, wipes his mouth and puts his lit

cigarette into the mouth of Gary, making his way to some steps,

through a circle of girls, kisses Denise, who we remember from

the Broadway Cafe, and charges up the steps.

Inside the hotel on a staircase landing, Scottie passes a couple

of figures, one is asleep and one is awake.

SCOTTIE:

Where's Bob?

A BOY:

Fast asleep.

BUDD:

And he's snoring like a horse.

SCOTTIE OPENS A DOOR AT THE TOP OF THE STEPS AND WALKS INTO A

ROOM, INTERRUPTING MIKE, WHO STANDS OVER BOB'S SNORING BODY.

Mike coolly holds up a wad of bills and a folded envelope of

cocaine.

MIKE:

I picked his pocket.

SCOTTIE:

(whispering)

What did you get, dude?

MIKE:

Just this.

Scottie takes the cocaine from him, sits down at the foot of the

bed and begins to unfold the packet. Bob turns in the bed and the

rush of air from the sheets blows the white powder out of the

packet.

BOB:

What the hell?

Mike laughs.

BOB:

What time is it, son?

SCOTTIE:

(climbing in bed with Bob)

What do you care?

Bob, dazed, is looking around himself, like he is being had.

SCOTTIE:

(amusing Mike)

Why, you wouldn't even look at a

clock, unless hours were lines of

coke, dials looked like the signs of

gay bars, or time itself was a fair

hustler in black leather... isn't

that right, dude?

Bob staggers out of bed retching and spitting. Then back into his

waking stupor, feeling something is being put over on him.

SCOTT:

There's no reason to know the

time. We are timeless.

Bob checks his wallet.

BOB:

Aren't you forgetting, Scottie my

boy, [A GOVERNOR'S SON], that we

who steal, do so at midnight?

Bob's money and cocaine are gone. Bob turns angry and bellows.

BOB:

What the...who ripped me off?

Budd!!! Budd!!!

Stairs again

BUDD:

Yes, Bob!!!

Budd stands at the stoop and comes through the door, Just as Bob

is running out.

BOB:

I fell asleep and have been

robbed!

Jane!!!

The room below.

Jane Lightwork, the owner of the established hotel, comes to

arms. She is very old.

JANE:

You'd think that I could keep the

peace in my house...

Scott and Mike laugh. Mike gets down on his hands and knees and

tries to scoop up a little cocaine from the floor.

Bedroom.

Hall

JANE:

Bob, Bob we'll find your drugs.

We'll find them.

Another hall.

Bob is storming down it in a rage, people opening doors of the

rooms.

BOB:

Jane, I know you well enough...

Yet another hall.

Hotel dwellers are watching Jane move down the hall answering

Bob.

JANE:

I know you, ~ you owe me money,

Bob, and now you pick a fight with

me, and are disturbing the peace

of my hotel.

MAIN derelict hall of the hotel.

Bob parades, in his night clothes, in front of a gathering of

outcasts in the hotel.

BOB:

This hotel is full of thieves...

Junkies!

JANE:

You are the thief!

BOB:

They picked my pocket!

LAUGHTER from the throngs of outcasts. Jane enters a balcony

overlook of the main hall. Mike and Scott enter, arms around each

other, laughing.

JANE:

It's impossible to board a dozen

or so men and women who live

honestly and have the others live

like Junkies.

One of the dwellers listening to the argument is shooting up as

they speak. We see a close view of the needle and Bob running

around in the background.

Bob makes his way next to Scott.

BOB:

You have corrupted me, Scottie, I

was an innocent before I met you.

..and now look at me.. just a

little better than wicked. I used

to be a virtuous man...

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