Raising Arizona
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1987
- 94 min
- 1,401 Views
OVER BLACK:
VOICE OVER:
My name is H. I. McDunnough...
A WALL:
With horizontal hatch lines.
VOICE OVER:
...Call me Hi.
A disheveled young man in a gaily colored Hawaiian shirt is
launched into frame by someone offscreen.
He holds a printed paddle that reads "NO. 1468-6 NOV. 29
79."
The hatch marks on the wall behind him are apparently height
markers.
VOICE OVER:
...The first time I met Ed was in
the county lock-up in Tempe,
Arizona...
FLASH:
As his picture is taken.
CLOSEUP:
On the paddle:
"NOV. 29 79."VOICE OVER:
...a day I'll never forget.
A bellowing male voice from offscreen:
SHERIFF:
Don't forget the profile, Ed!
It is mounted on a tripod. A pretty young woman in a severe
police uniform peers out from behind it.
WOMAN:
Turn to the right.
HI:
What kind of name is Ed for a pretty
thing like you?
ED:
Short for Edwinna. Turn to the right!
HI obliges, but still looks at Ed out of the corner of his
eye.
HI:
You're a flower, you are. Just a
little desert flower.
FLASH:
On his eye-skewed profile.
HI:
Lemme know how those come out.
As Hi is escorted away from the camera toward his cell.
At the far end of the corridor a huge con is sluggishly
mopping the floor.
VOICE OVER:
I was in for writing hot checks which,
when businessmen do it, is called an
overdraft. I'm not complainin', mind
you; just sayin' there ain't no
pancake so thin it ain't got two
sides. Now prison life is very
structured - more than most people
care for...
INTERCUTTING:
HI'S POV of the MOPPING CON, tracking as he approaches, and
the Mopping Con's POV of Hi as Hi approaches.
VOICE OVER:
...But there's a spirit of camaraderie
that exists between the men, like
you find only in combat maybe...
The Mopping Con snarls as Hi passes:
CON:
Grrrr...
VOICE OVER:
...or on a pro ball club in the heat
of a pennant drive.
NEWSREEL FOOTAGE
A ballplayer connects - THWOCK - for a home run and the crowd
roars.
PRISON HALL:
Panning a circle of men who sit facing each other in folding
chairs. The pan starts on Hi.
VOICE OVER:
In an effort to better ourselves we
were forced to meet with a counselor
who tried to help us figure out why
we were the way we were...
At this point the pan has reached the COUNSELOR, an earnest,
bearded young man who straddles a folding chair with his
arms folded over its back.
He is addressing one of the Cons:
COUNSELOR:
Why do you use the word "trapped"?
CLOSEUP BLACK CON
The huge muscle-bound black man with a shaved head is knitting
his brow in consternation.
CON:
Huh?
COUNSELOR:
Why do you say you feel "trapped" in
a man's body?
CON:
Oh...
He bites his lip, thinking; then, in a resonant bass voice:
CON:
...Well, sometimes I get the menstrual
cramps real hard.
PAROLE MEETING ROOM
Three PAROLE OFFICERS - two men and a woman - face Hi across
a table.
CHAIRMAN:
Have you learned anything, Hi?
HI:
Yessir, you bet.
WOMAN:
You wouldn't lie to us, would you
Hi?
HI:
No ma'am, hope to say.
CHAIRMAN:
Okay then.
EXT. 7-ELEVEN NIGHT
A beat-up Chevy pulls into the all-night store's empty parking
lot.
VOICE OVER:
I tried to stand up and fly straight,
but it wasn't easy with that sumbitch
Reagan in the White House...
Hi is getting out of the Chevy in a Hawaiian shirt, holding
a pump-action shotgun.
VOICE OVER:
...I dunno, they say he's a decent
man, so...
He primes the shotgun - WHOOSH - CLACK - and heads for the
store.
VOICE OVER:
...maybe his advisers are confused.
FLASH:
Full-face exposure of Hi once again in front of the mug-shot
wall.
ED:
Turn to the right!
Hi obliges but shoots sympathetic glances at Ed who is
obviously upset, wiping away tears and snuffling behind the
camera.
HI:
What's the matter, Ed?
ED:
My fai-ants left me.
VOICE OVER:
She said her fiancée had run off
with a student cosmetologist who
knew how to ply her feminine wiles.
FLASH:
On Hi's profile. He turns back to Ed.
HI:
That sumbitch.
SHERIFF (O.S.)
Don't forget his phone call, Ed!
HI:
You tell him I think he's a damn
fool, Ed. You tell him I said so -
H.I. McDunnough. And if he wants to
discuss it he knows where to find
me...
As another police officer starts to lead him away:
HI:
...in the Maricopa County Maximum
Security Correctional Facility for
Men...
CLOSE ON ED:
Looking up through her tears as Hi is led away.
HI (O.S.)
...State Farm Road Number Thirty-
one; Tempe, Arizona...
BACK TO HI:
Struggling to call back over his shoulder as he is firmly
led out the door.
HI:
...I'll be waiting!
The door slams.
As Hi is once again escorted toward his cell.
The Mopping Con is now in the middle-background, having worked
his way about halfway up the corridor since last time we saw
him.
VOICE OVER:
I can't say I was happy to be back
inside, but the flood of familiar
sights, sounds and faces almost made
it feel like a homecoming.
As Hi passes.
CON:
Grrrr...
PRISON HALL:
Group is meeting again.
COUNSELOR:
Most men your age, Hi, are getting
married and raising up a family.
They wouldn't accept prison as a
substitute.
Hi looks sheepish.
COUNSELOR:
...Would any of you men care to
comment?
Two convicts sitting next to each other, GALE and EVELLE,
appear to be friends.
GALE:
But sometimes your career gotta come
before family.
EVELLE:
Work is what's kept us happy.
ANGRY BLACK CON:
Yeah, but Doc Schwartz is sayin' you
gotta accept responsibilities. I
mean I'm proud to say I got a
family... somewheres.
HIGH ANGLE CELL:
Looking down from the ceiling. In the foreground, lying on
the top bunk, hands clasped behind his head as he stares off
into space is MOSES. Moses is a gnarled, elderly black con
with wire-rimmed spectacles. On the lower bunk, also with
hands clasped behind his head and staring off at the same
spot in space, is Hi.
VOICE OVER:
I tried to sort through what the Doc
had said, but prison ain't the easiest
place to think.
MOSES:
An' when they was no meat we ate
fowl. An' when they was no fowl we
ate crawdad. An' when they was no
crawdad to be foun', we ate San'.
HI:
You ate what?
MOSES:
(nodding)
We ate San'.
HI:
You ate sand?!
MOSES:
Dass right...
PAROLE BOARD ROOM
Hi faces the same three PAROLE OFFICERS across the same table.
CHAIRMAN:
Well Boy, you done served your twenty
munce, and seeing as you never use
live ammo, we got no choice but to
return you to society.
SECOND MAN:
HI:
I didn't want to hurt anyone, Sir.
SECOND MAN:
Hi, we respect that.
CHAIRMAN:
But you're just hurtin' yourself
with this rambunctious behavior.
HI:
I know that, sir.
CHAIRMAN:
Okay then.
HIGH SHOT:
Of a 7-Eleven parking lot, at night, deserted except for
Hi's car which sits untended, its engine rumbling.
VOICE OVER:
Now I don't know how you come down
on the incarceration question...
Hi backpedals into frame with a shotgun and a bag of cash.
VOICE OVER:
...whether it's for rehabilitation
or revenge.
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