Raising Arizona Page #10

Hi sits stoically. Dot is looking offscreen:

DOT:

...Reilly, take that diaper off your

head and put it back on your

sister!... Anyway, you probably got

the life insurance all squared away.

ED:

You done that yet honey?

DOT:

You gotta do that, Hi! Ed here's got

her hands full with that little angel!

HI:

(dully)

Yes ma'am.

DOT:

What would Ed and the angel do if a

truck came along and splattered your

brains all over the interstate? Where

would you be then?

ED:

Yeah honey, what if you get run over?

DOT:

Or you got carried off by a twister?

LAKESIDE PATH:

We are tracking on Hi and Glen as they walk side by side.

Glen is sopping wet, wearing only swimming suit and wing-

tipped shoes. His body is ghostly pale except for a V-area

at his neck and his arms below the short-sleeve line, which

are a bright angry red.

GLEN:

Hear about the person of the Polish

persuasion he walks into a bar holdin'

a pile of sh*t in his hands, says

"Look what I almost stepped in."

Glen bursts out laughing; Hi walks on in silence.

HI:

...Yeah, that's funny all right...

GLEN:

Ya damn right it's funny! Sh*t man,

what's the matter?

HI:

I dunno... maybe it's wife, kids,

family life... I mean are you, uh,

satisfied Glen? Don't y'ever feel

suffocated? Like, like there's

somethin' big pressin' down...

GLEN:

(solemnly)

Eeeeeyep... I do know the feelin'.

Hi shakes his head.

HI:

Dunno-

GLEN:

And I told Dottie to lose some weight

but she don't wanna listen!

He roars with laughter and slaps Hi heartily on the back. As

he chuckles sympathetically:

GLEN:

...No man, I know what you mean. You

got all kinds a responsibilities

now. You're married, ya got a kid,

looks like your whole life's set

down and where's the excitement?

HI:

Yeah Glen, I guess that's it.

GLEN:

Okay! That's the disease, but there

is a cure.

HI:

Yeah?

GLEN:

Sure; Doctor Glen is tellin' ya you

can heal thyself.

HI:

What do I gotta do?

GLEN:

Well you just gotta broaden your

mind a little bit. I mean say I asked

you, what do you think about Dot?

HI:

(puzzled)

Fine woman you got there.

Glen is eyeing him shrewdly.

GLEN:

Okay. Now it might not look like it,

but lemme tell you something: She's

a hellcat.

HI:

That right?

GLEN:

T-I-G-E-R.

HI:

But what's that got to do with-

GLEN:

Don't rush me!

He stops walking. Hi stops also, looking at Glen, Still

puzzled. Glen lays a companionable hand on his shoulder.

GLEN:

Now the thing about Dot is, she thinks-

and she's told me this-

He looks around as if to make sure they are not being

overheard. His tone is confidential.

GLEN:

...she thinks... you're cute.

Hi looks suspiciously at Glen's hand on his shoulder.

HI:

...Yeah...?

Glen nods energetically:

GLEN:

I'm crappin' you negative! And I

could say the same about Ed!

Through tightly clenched teeth:

HI:

What're you talkin' about, Glen?

GLEN:

What'm I talkin' about?! I'm talkin'

about sex, boy! What the hell're you

talkin' about?! You know, "L'amour"?!

I'm talkin' me'n Dot are Swingers!

As in "to Swing"! Wife-swappin'!

What they call nowadays Open Marriage!

Beaming, he takes his hand off Hi's shoulder and spreads his

arms.

GLEN:

I'm talkin' about the Sex Revolution!

I'm talkin' about-

THWAK - Hi's fist swings into frame to connect solidly with

Glen's jaw.

Glen's feet leave the ground. He flies back and lands in a

heap.

LOW-ANGLE REVERSE

Glen in the foreground, groggily rubbing his jaw; Hi

approaching menacingly.

HI:

Keep your goddamned hands off my

wife!

GLEN:

Sh*t man!

He is scrambling to his feet.

GLEN:

...I was only tryin' to help!

HI:

Keep your goddamned hands off my

wife!

With Hi still advancing, Glen starts to run.

TRACKING ON GLEN

With Hi pursuing in the background.

Glen is looking back over his shoulder to shout at Hi as he

runs.

GLEN:

You're crazy! I feel pity for you,

man! You-

CRASH! - Glen runs smack into a tree and drops like a sack

of cement.

INT. CAR NIGHT

Hi is driving, his jaw rigidly set, his temple throbbing.

Nathan Jr. sits in a safety seat between him and Ed.

ED:

We finally go out with some decent

people and you break his nose. That

ain't too funny, Hi.

HI:

(stolidly)

His kids seemed to think it was funny.

ED:

Well they're just kids, you're a

grown man with responsibilities.

Whatever possessed you?

HI:

He was provokin' me when I popped

him.

ED:

How'd he do that?

HI:

...Never mind.

ED:

But Hi, he's your foreman, he's just

gonna fire you now.

HI:

I expect he will.

ED:

And where does that leave me and

Nathan Jr.?

HI:

With a man for a husband.

He is pulling into a convenience store parking lot.

ED:

That ain't no answer.

HI:

Honey, that's the only answer.

He puts the car in park but leaves it running.

HI:

...Nathan needs some Huggies. I'll

be out directly.

As he gets out of the car:

HI:

...Mind you stay strapped in.

INT. STORE

A hand enters to take a package of panty hose from the

standing rack.

CLOSE SHOT HUGGIES

A hand enters to take a big carton of disposable diapers

from the shelf.

CLOSEUP CASHIER:

A pimply-faced lad with a paper 7-Eleven cap on his head. He

is looking up from a dirty magazine, reacting in horror to

something approaching.

HI'S POV

Hi is approaching the check-out island with a gun in one

hand, the carton of Huggies tucked under the other. The L'Eggs

stocking is pulled over his head to distort his features.

HI:

I'll be taking these Huggies and

whatever cash you got.

CLOSE SHOT CASHIER'S HAND

As he presses a silent alarm under the lip of his counter.

EXT. CAR

Ed is reading to Nathan Jr. from a large picture book.

ED:

"Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-

chin." Then I'll huff and I'll

puff...'

She pauses for a moment, listening. We can barely hear a

distant siren. She resumes absently, but her voice trails

off.

ED:

"...and I'll blow your house in..."

We can definitely hear the WHOO-WHOO of the siren now, and

it is definitely approaching. Ed hooks an arm around the

seat and looks behind the car, then looks forward.

HER POV:

Indistinctly visible through the semi-reflective glass are

two figures at the check-out island. One is pointing something

at the other.

BACK TO ED:

As the siren is growing louder. Under her breath:

ED:

That son-of-a-b*tch.

She unstraps herself and gets out of the car.

INT. STORE

Two-shot of Hi and the CASHIER, who is stuffing bills into a

grocery bag. Beyond them we can see Ed, outside, circling

the front of the car.

Her shout is muffled through the glass:

ED:

You son-of-a-b*tch!

With this Hi notices her. He turns to the Cashier.

HI:

Better hurry it up. I'm in dutch

with the wife.

But Ed is already getting into the driver's seat of the car.

BACK TO ED:

As she slams the car door shut. The siren is quite loud now.

ED:

That son-of-a-b*tch. Hang on, pumpkin.

The car squeals out of the lot.

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