My Own Private Idaho Page #7

Scottie is laughing at him.

BOB:

'''well, virtuous enough. I swore

a little. I never gambled more

than seven times a week. Poker. I

never picked up a street boy more

than once a quarter...

Scottie laughs.

BOB:

... of an hour. Bad company has

corrupted me. I'll be darned if I

haven't forgotten what the inside

of a church looks like.

MIKE:

Where do you find your strike

tonight, Bob?

SCOTTIE:

I see a good change for Bob to

make. From Stealing to Preaching.

BOB:

Stealing is my vocation, Scott.

It's not a sin for a man to labor

at his vocation.

GARY:

Hey... .......

The three gather around Gary.

GARY:

Very early tomorrow morning, there

will be small time rock and roll

promoters coming back from their

show. Every night, they walk home

with the loot and they stop by the

Grotto Bar, one mile away from

here, and more often than not

they've been drinking already. If

we can't steal from them on their

way to the bar, we can get them

when they come out. See, dude?

MIKE:

I'm not gonna rob anybody. I'd

rather sell my ass. Straight and

simple. It's less risky.

BOB:

So long as I don't know these guys

personally. ..it's okay with me.

GARY:

They're from Beaverton. New to the

business...

MIKE:

Not me. I'm not going along on

this crackpot scheme. Especially

since Gary thought it up.

BOB:

Come oft it, Mikey. Find a better

way to make a buck. Something to

fall back on, other than your ass.

MIKE:

Scott's inheritance.

Bob walks away from the two others.

SCOTT:

(whispering)

Come along, Mikey. I have a joke I

wanna play... a joke I can't pull

off alone...

Mike laughs and joins Bob, hugging him around his fat belly.

BOB:

Oh, my sweetheart, come and rob

with us tomorrow.

MIKE:

I was going to come anyway.

SCOTT hugs the others too.

MIKE:

We'll be rich!!!

Scottie dances away.

SCOTT:

Provide for us, oh great

psychedelic Papa!

Scottie grabs Denise and kisses her then begins to leave through

the door. He throws her to Mike who catches her and runs off with

her.

SCOTT:

Good catch dude. ..and meet me on

three street!

Scott leaves, Bob follows him:

0utside the derelict hotel.

BOB:

Scott. When you inherit your

fortune, on your twenty-first

birthday, let's see. ..how far

away is this?

SCOTT:

One week away, Bob, just one more

week.

BOB:

Let's not call ourselves robbers,

but Diannah's foresters. Gentlemen

of the shade. Minions of the Moon.

Men of good government.

SCOTT:

(under his breath)

When I turn twenty-one, I don't want

any more of this life. My mother and

father will be surprised at the

incredible change. It will impress

them more when such a f*** up like

me turns good than if I had been a

good son all along. All the past

years I will think of as one big

vacation. At least it wasn't as

boring as schoolwork. All my bad

behavior I'm going to throw away to

pay my debt. I will change when

everybody expects it the least.

Scott turns and leaves.

BOB:

And you will become a hard roller,

a hatchet man for your old man.

Scott laughs to himself, because he knows Bob is misunderstanding

him. Bob is part of the past life that he says he is going to

throw away.

SCOTT:

No! You will be the hatchet man,

Bob, that will be your job, and so

there will rarely be a job

hatcheted. It will be one big

endless party, won't it?

Bob laughs. Scott walks across a field.

BOB:

Well, at least my little friend

has offered me a job. They are so

good to me.

Inside the Broadway Cafe. Day.

Denise and Mike hang out together. Both are smoking cigarettes

which have made a billow of smoke that hangs over the table that

is in the front window.

DENISE:

Moms are great, because, you know,

I could always go to my mom and

say, hey I need a new lipstick,

and she would always give me money

for that. That was great.

MIKE:

I only saw my mom once, but I

remember what she looked like. She

was very beautiful.

DENISE:

What do you mean, once?

MIKE:

When I was born.

DENISE:

How could you remember when that

god-awful thing happened?

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