Raising Arizona Page #12

SCREAMER'S PICKUP

Raking two-shot of Hi and the Screamer. Hi is looking back

over his shoulder at the pursuing police.

Desperately pleading:

SCREAMER:

Can I stop now?

Hi looks forward.

HIS POV:

They are rushing toward an imposing colonial house planted

at the end of the dead-end street.

BACK TO HI:

HI:

Maybe you better.

CLOSE SHOT BRAKE PEDAL

Stepped on hard. The brakes scream.

EXT. CAR

As the car squeals to a halt Hi is catapulted through where

the windshield used to be, tumbling over the hood onto the

front lawn.

He rolls to his feet and, as he runs up the lawn, calls back

over his shoulder:

HI:

Thank you.

INTO THE HOUSE:

We are tracking behind Hi as he runs up to the house and

crashes through the screen door.

Still tracking behind him as he runs through the living room.

A middle-aged couple sits on the couch watching TV. They

look up as Hi rushes by.

Hi plunges down a staircase. As he does so we hear: ka-chick

ka-chock ka-chick ka-chock.

He emerges into a rec room where he and we rush past two

kids playing ping-pong. He runs out the back door.

TRACKING WITH THE POLICEMAN

As he runs into the house.

As he runs through the living room we catch a glimpse of the

middle-aged couple gaping at him.

OFFICER STEENSMA plunges down the stairs.

TRACKING ON HI:

Outdoors now, running, crossing the street behind the house

and entering the parking lot of a supermarket on the other

side.

BACK TO THE HOUSE

As a pack of dogs thunders in. The lead Doberman with chain

and spike has now picked up about a dozen neighborhood dogs.

The dogs thunder through the living room and down the stairs.

As they hit the rec room the thunder of their feet turns

into the clatter of nails on tile.

INT. SUPERMARKET

As Hi bursts in. Tracking on him as he runs down the broad

front aisle, head whipping as he runs, looking up each

perpendicular lane, searching for something.

He turns up one of the last lanes, races along it and grabs

a carton of Huggies, still on the flat run.

He emerges into the broad back aisle and runs along it, but

at the first perpendicular lane he hits, we see Officer

Steensma, gun leveled, at the other end. He fires.

Hi keeps running.

The Policeman is running along the front aisle, keeping pace

with Hi running along the back aisle. He squeezes off shots

at Hi as each lane gives him the opportunity.

Hi abruptly stops between lanes and doubles back, losing the

Policeman. He runs down the second lane he comes to toward

the front of the store.

The pack of dogs appears at the end of the lane and thunders

up toward Hi, braying at the top of their doggy lungs. The

lead Doberman holds in his teeth a paper 7-Eleven cap.

Hi reverses again, and emerges into the back aisle.

BANG! A pyramid of cranberry juice explodes at his shoulder.

The Policeman has been waiting at the end of the back aisle;

he aims once again.

Hi plunges down the next lane but is brought up short as KA-

BOOM! five jars of applesauce explode in front of him.

Hi looks.

Standing in the raised platform-cubicle at the front of the

store is the Store Manager, a fat man in a white short-sleeved

shirt with a lit cigarette dangling from his mouth.

The Manager cracks open his shotgun and inserts two more

cartridges - THOONK THOONK - in the smoking chamber.

Hi doubles back once again toward the back aisle.

He is still several paces from the end of the lane when the

Policeman appears there, squaring to face him.

The Policeman is in front of him. The MANAGER is blowing out

groceries on the shelves behind him.

CLOSE ON POLICEMAN

As he coolly levels his police special and takes aim at Hi .

POLICEMAN'S POV

Still on the dead run, Hi is flinging the carton of Huggies.

The carton rockets straight at the camera.

BACK TO POLICEMAN

Futilely raising his gun to avoid-impact: The Huggies catch

him square on the chest. The force makes him stumble one

fatal step backwards - into the back aisle - where:

CRASH - He is hit broadside and bowled over by a rocketing

shopping cart, propelled by an hysterically screaming SHOPPER.

TRACKING ON SHOPPER

Racing on down the back aisle, bellowing.

HER FEET:

Tracking from in front. Beyond her we can see the pack of

furiously barking dogs, nipping at her heels. They boil over

the prostrate Officer Steensma, and this is the last we see

of him in this movie.

EXT. STORE

As Hi emerges through the back door. Ed is just skidding

around the corner.

Hi scrambles in the passenger side.

INT. CAR

Raking two-shot with Hi in the foreground. The car peels out

of the lot.

HI:

Thank you honey, you really didn't

have to do this-

THWAK - Ed gives him a good hard slap and Hi's head rolls

toward the camera.

ED:

You son-of-a-b*tch! You're actin'

like a mad dog!

Rubbing his jaw:

HI:

Turn left, honey.

Still at top speed, she leans into a hard left, tires

squealing.

ED:

What if me'n the baby'd been picked

up? Nathan Jr. would a been accessory

to armed robbery!

HI:

Nawww honey, it ain't armed robbery

if the gun ain't loaded-

ED:

What kind of home life is this for a

toddler?! You're supposed to be an

example!

HI:

Now honey, I never postured myself

as the three-piece suit type - Turn

left, dear.

ED:

We got a child now, everything's

changed!

HI:

Well Nathan Jr. accepts me for what

I am and I think you better had,

too. You know, honey, I'm okay you're

okay? That - there's what it is.

ED:

I know, but honey -

HI:

See I come from a long line of

frontiersmen and - here it is, turn

here dear - frontiersmen and outdoor

types.

Hi's eyes are fixed on something in the road ahead.

ED:

I'm not gonna live this way, Hi. It

just ain't family life!

Hi's attention is still on the road. He is opening his door,

even though the car is still racing along. He absently

concedes:

HI:

Well... It ain't Ozzie and Harriet.

LOW ANGLE THE STREET

In the extreme foreground sits the first carton of Huggies

that Hi dropped in the middle of the road. The car is

approaching.

As the car passes the carton, Hi's hand reaches from the

passenger door and snags it.

REVERSE:

As Hi pulls the carton in and slams his door shut. Crane up

in the car speeding away.

TRAILER LIVING ROOM

As Ed bursts in the front door, holding Nathan Jr.

ED:

You two are leaving.

ON GALE AND EVELLE

They look up, dumbstruck and mortified, from the sofa where

the have been watching TV.

ED:

Tomorrow morning. Now I got nothing

against you personally...

Gale and Evelle look appealingly toward Hi, who shifts

uncomfortably behind Ed.

ED:

...but you're wanted by the

authorities and you're a bad influence

in this household, in my opinion.

GALE:

Well ma'am... we sure didn't mean to

influence anyone.

EVELLE:

And if we did, we apologize.

Ed is unmoved.

ED:

I'm goin' in to town tomorrow to see

about some shots for the baby. When

I come back you better be gone or

I'll kick you out myself.

She storms into the bedroom and slams the door.

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