Thelma and Louise Page #10

J.D.

Well, I guess I'd better...

THELMA:

Wait...! Um, where ya going?

J.D.

I don't know. Nowhere. What are

you doin'?

THELMA:

I don't know. Nothin'. Took a

shower.

J.D.

That sounds nice.

THELMA:

Well, you wanna use the shower?

You can tell he does want to but doesn't want to say so.

So instead he just kind of stands there with a reticent grin

on his face.

J.D.

Oh. I... where's Louise?

THELMA:

She's off with Jimmy, that's her

boyfriend.

J.D.

That's lonely for you, I guess. I

always think of motel rooms as lonely.

Thelma pretends like she's had a lot of experience with this

sort of thing.

THELMA:

(letting him in the

door)

Oh, yes, well, they can be.

INT. JIMMY'S ROOM - NIGHT

Jimmy is pouring champagne into Louise's glass. There are a

dozen roses in a vase on the table. He pours for himself as

he sits as close to Louise as possible.

JIMMY:

Now, my little coconut, what seems

to be the trouble here? Tell Daddy

everything.

LOUISE:

(cringing)

Jimmy, my daddy's still alive and it

kind of gives me the creeps when you

do that...

JIMMY:

Okay, okay, just tell me what's the

trouble.

Louise just looks at him for a minute.

LOUISE:

Jimmy, I'm not gonna tell ya what

the trouble is. Someday soon you'll

understand why I can't. But I won't

tell ya, so don't ask me.

Jimmy is once again shocked by how serious she is.

JIMMY:

(almost at a loss for

words)

Okay, peaches, okay. But can I ask

you one thing?

LOUISE:

Maybe.

JIMMY:

Does it have something to do with

another guy? Are you in love with

him?

LOUISE:

It's nothin' like that.

JIMMY:

(exploding)

Then what?! What, goddamnit, Louise!

Where the f*** are you going? Are

you just leaving for f***ing ever?

What, did you f***in' murder somebody

or what?!

Louise spills her champagne.

LOUISE:

Stop it! Stop it, Jimmy, or I'll

leave right now. I'm not kiddin'!

JIMMY:

(calming down)

Alright, alright. I'm sorry.

They both take a second to regain their composure.

JIMMY:

Can I just ask you one other thing?

LOUISE:

Maybe.

Jimmy pulls a little black box out of his pocket.

JIMMY:

Will you wear this?

He hands Louise the box. She opens it and it is a diamond

ring. Louise is flabbergasted.

JIMMY:

Will you at least see how it fits?

LOUISE:

Jimmy... it's beautiful!

JIMMY:

You didn't see that one comin', did

ya?

INT. THELMA'S MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

J.D. is out of the shower standing in front of the mirror

wearing only his jeans, the top button of which is still

undone and no shirt. He has an incredible physique. He

also has a tattoo on his shoulder of the homemade variety.

Thelma has gone and bought cheese crackers and peanuts from

a vending machine and is into her second Wild Turkey and 7-

Up. She sits on the bed, watching him in the mirror. He

definitely looks better with his shirt off.

She suddenly feels awkward and stands up.

THELMA:

You wanna drink?

INT. JIMMY'S MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

Louise has the engagement ring on her finger. It's really

beautiful.

JIMMY:

So whaddya think. I mean... I

could... uh... get a job. Of some

kind. I mean you've been tellin' me

that for years, right?

LOUISE:

Why now, Jimmy?

JIMMY:

(this is hard for him)

'Cause, Louise. I don't want to

lose you. And for some reason I get

the feelin' you're about to split.

Permanently.

Louise doesn't know how to respond. She struggles for a

reply.

LOUISE:

Jimmy, we've gone all these years...

we never made it work. We're not

gonna be able to just... I'm not...

What kind of job, honey? Can you

see it. I can't.

Jimmy doesn't answer right away. He's trying to see it.

JIMMY:

I'm the one... I never made it work.

I just... It's not that I don't love

you. It's not that. I just never

thought I'd be thirty-six years old

and I never thought... I don't know

what I thought. What do you want,

darlin'. What do you want me to do.

LOUISE:

I don't know. It doesn't even matter

anymore. I just want you to be

happy... It's not that I don't love

you either. But Jimmy, your timing

couldn't be worse.

Jimmy does not really understand why this is happening.

JIMMY:

Are you just doin' this to punish

me?

LOUISE:

Believe me, the last thing I want is

for you to get punished.

INT. THELMA'S MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

Thelma has poured a drink for J.D. who's sitting on the edge

of the bed. She walks over and hands it to him and as she

does, he takes the drink with one hand and her hand with the

other. He sets the drink down on the nightstand and holds

her hand with both of his. He closely studies her wedding

ring. He suddenly looks up at her and gazes at her just as

intently. He slowly shakes his head as he removes her ring

as if to say, "This is not right for you. This isn't going

to work." He looks at the ring as he moves it through space

finally stopping when the ring is directly over his drink.

He drops it in. He looks back at Thelma and smiles as if to

say, "There. Now don't you feel better?" He smartly kisses

her hand.

INT. JIMMY'S ROOM - NIGHT

Louise and Jimmy are sitting on the edge of the bed.

Jimmy has put the ring on her finger and they both are looking

at it, as Jimmy holds her hand in his. They both ponder it.

JIMMY:

It does look good.

INT. THELMA'S ROOM - NIGHT

J.D. is standing on the dresser with a towel tied around his

neck like a cape.

J.D.

Faster than a speeding green T-Bird,

able to leap tall babes in a single

bound...

He leaps from the dresser and flies across the room landing

on the bed, straddling Thelma.

J.D.

(in his deep man's

voice)

Hi. Could I interest you in some

Fuller brushes?

Thelma has not stopped laughing since he came in the room.

He is the greatest guy she's ever seen. He is sniffing her

neck like a dog.

THELMA:

(giggling)

Stop, stop, stop!

Thelma tries to catch her breath.

THELMA:

Who are you?

J.D. attacks her again.

J.D.

I am the great and powerful Oz...

THELMA:

J.D.! Just tell me. I know you're

not some schoolboy. Now come on,

nobody ever tells me sh*t.

J.D.

I'm just some guy. A guy whose parole

officer is probably having a sh*t

fit right about now.

Thelma gasps.

THELMA:

What?! Parole officer? You mean

you're a criminal?

J.D.

Well, not anymore, Thelma, except

for bustin' parole, I haven't done

one wrong thing.

THELMA:

What did ya do?

J.D.

I'm a robber.

THELMA:

You're a bank robber?

J.D.

Nope. I've never robbed a bank.

THELMA:

What?

J.D.

Well, I robbed a gas station once,

and I robbed a couple of liquor

stores, and some convenience stores.

And that's it.

THELMA:

How?

J.D.

Well, I was just down on my luck and

it seemed like somethin' I was good

at so I...

THELMA:

(interrupting)

No, I mean how would you do it? Do

you just sneak in real fast or hide

out till the store closes or what?

J.D.

Naw, honey, that would be burglary.

I never got arrested for burglary.

Burglary's for chicken shits. If

you're gonna rob someone, ya just

have to go right on up to 'em and do

it. Just take the money. That's

robbery. That's a whole 'nother

deal.

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