Raising Arizona Page #11

WIDE SHOT THE STREET

The squad car tops a rise to bounce into view, its siren

wailing.

BACK TO THE STORE

Hi bursts out the door, still wearing the stocking. The carton

of Huggies is still tucked under one arm.

Bellowing hopefully after his departing car:

HI:

Honey!

We hear the SMACK-CRACK of a gunshot and glass impact, but

the approaching squad car is still too far down the block to

have been the source.

Hi looks around the parking lot, bewildered.

The wailing siren is becoming painfully loud.

Hi looks behind him at the plate-glass front of the store,

where a bullet pock mars the glass.

HIS POV:

Through the glass we see the pimply young Cashier with the

paper 7-Eleven cap pop up from behind the counter to sight

down his huge .44 Magnum for another shot. The gun is so big

he uses both hands to heft it.

SMACK-CRACK - the bullet kisses another hole in the glass.

Hi is off and running.

The squad car is screeching into the lot. An officer tumbles

out of the passenger side before the car is fully stopped.

He rolls on the pavement, then hurriedly rights himself and

takes up a half-kneeling shooting stance.

At the same time the little Cashier is emerging from the 7-

Eleven with his gun.

The two bang away at Hi's retreating figure - the Policeman's

revolver popping, the Cashier's Magnum booming.

We hear the Policeman who is still in the car drawling over

its loudspeaker:

SPEAKER:

Halt. It's a police warning, son.

Put those groceries down and turn

yourself in.

TRACKING ON HI:

Legs pumping, panty hose still over his head, its unused leg

streaming behind him like an aviator's scarf. The gun is

tucked into his belt; the Huggies are tucked securely under

his arm.

Behind him we can see the OFFICER and the Cashier squeeze

off another couple shots, and then the policeman piles back

into the squad car.

ED'S CAR

Driving. She hears distant gunshots.

ED:

That son of a b*tch... Hold on,

Nathan. We're gonna go pick up Daddy.

She hangs a vicious U-turn.

TRACKING ON HI:

Huffing and puffing down the road with his Huggies.

The cop car careens onto the street in the background, its

siren wailing.

The PASSENGER COP is leaning far out his window, one hand

gripping the light-and-siren rack, the other pointing a gun

at Hi, shooting away.

Bullets whizz past.

Suddenly, with a soft pthunk! the Huggies box pops forward,

out from under Hi's arm - hit by a bullet. Still running, Hi

reaches forward, tries to catch it on the fly, bobbles it,

tips it - loses it. He overruns it a couple steps before he

can bring himself up short.

He turns and reaches to pick up the box but - PING-PING -

bullets chew up the road near his hand.

Leaving the Huggies, Hi takes off through a well-manicured

yard.

The police car is proceeding on down the street to catch him

around the corner, the driver still drawling over his

loudspeaker:

SPEAKER:

That's private property, son. Come

back out to the street and reveal

yourself to Officer Steensma and

Officer Scott - that's me.

YARD:

Hi vaults a fence to land in the backyard.

As he straightens to his feet we hear a horrible snarling

and barking.

A huge black Doberman is bounding across the lawn. It looks

like it means to rip Hi's throat out.

LOW TRACKING SHOT TOWARD HI

The dog's racing POV as it bounds toward the paralyzed Hi.

The dog leaps - camera flying up toward Hi's face - and:

CLOSE SHOT HI'S FROZEN PROFILE

The dog's slavering muzzle flies into frame and - stops,

bare inches from Hi's nose, and the dog falls back, having

reached the end of his chain.

Hi resumes running.

CLOSE:

On the dog, snarling and straining against the end of his

chain.

TRACKING:

Down along the chain toward the spike mooring it to the

ground. As the dog strains, the spike starts to stir in the

ground.

Other dogs can be heard barking now, the Doberman having

started a sympathetic wave.

ED'S CAR

Her jaw set, she takes a hard turn, looking this way and

that.

ED:

That son of a b*tch...

The police car approaches and roars by, the Passenger Cop

still hanging out his window.

ED:

...Lookie Nathan, a police car...

She is looking in her rearview mirror.

ED:

...Say, that looks like Bill Steensma.

LOW TRACKING SHOT

The camera is shooting forward at ground level, following

the Doberman as it bounds along. The Doberman is dragging

his chain and spike, which stretch into the foreground,

bumping and scraping along the road.

Far ahead we can see Hi running, then turning down an

intersecting street.

A second dog peels into the road to bound along with the

Doberman.

TRACKING BEHIND HI

Running up a dark street. There is an oncoming pickup. Hi

runs directly at it.

INT. PICKUP

The DRIVER screams and brakes - not quite in time.

Hi rolls onto the hood, and off, and gamely trots over to

open the passenger door.

The Driver is leaning over to tell him:

DRIVER:

Son, you got a panty on your head.

HI:

Just drive fast...

He is displaying his gun as he starts to climb in.

HI:

...and don't stop till I tell ya.

Before Hi can get his door shut the Driver is obediently

peeling out.

Hi is reacting to an oncoming car. He peels the stocking off

to look, and leans across the Driver's lap to bellow as Ed's

car passes:

HI:

...Honey!

Hi turns to look through the back window.

HIS POV:

Ed's car is braking and spinning into a U-turn.

BACK TO HI:

Leaning out the window.

HI:

Mind the baby now!

Next to him, the Driver is screaming.

As Hi turns forward, the entire windshield explodes in.

THEIR POV:

The pimply-faced Cashier from the 7-Eleven is standing in

the middle of the road ahead, sighting down his .44 Magnum

for another shot.

We are rushing in.

THE DRIVER:

Still screaming.

THE CASHIER:

Ready to fire and - THUMP - he is bowled over by the arriving

Doberman, still trailing chain and spike, and now accompanied

by three other dogs, all braying at the top of their lungs.

Still screaming, the Driver puts his body into a hard right

turn to avoid the Cashier and hellhounds.

NEW STREET:

Roaring up the new street, they are now directly in the path

of the oncoming police car, its siren wailing, barreling

straight at them.

Still screaming, the Driver leans into another hard right.

Wind is whistling in through where the windshield used to

be.

Two wheels hop curb as the car skids into the new street,

fishtails, and roars away.

ED'S CAR

She hears dogs, siren, squealing brakes on an adjacent street.

ED:

Hold on Nathan, we'll take a shortcut.

She gives the wheel a hard right turn.

But there is no cross street. The car hops the curb and roars

up someone's nicely tended front yard, heading for the gap

between this house and the one next door.

POLICE CAR:

Recovered and turned around from its near collision with the

SCREAMING; Driver, the squad car is now squealing onto the

street the Screamer swerved on to - resuming pursuit.

As the police car roars down the street, Ed's car appears

from between two houses behind it, bounces down the front

yard to the street and follows the police.

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