Thelma and Louise Page #3
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HARLAN:
Aw, I understand. I didn't mean to
bother ya. It's just hard not to
notice two such pretty ladies as
yourselves.
(standing, to Thelma)
You better dance with me before you
leave, or I'll never forgive you.
THELMA:
Oh, sure. That'd be fun.
Harlan leaves, then:
THELMA:
Jeez, Louise, that wasn't very nice.
LOUISE:
Can't you tell when somebody's hittin'
on you?
THELMA:
So what if he was? It's all your
years of waitin' tables has made you
jaded, that's all.
LOUISE:
Maybe.
THELMA:
Well, just relax, will ya. You're
makin' me nervous.
Thelma knocks back her shot of Wild Turkey and holds up her
glass to the Waitress to bring her another one. The Waitress
sees her and nods. She turns back to face her friend.
THELMA:
So, Jimmy still hasn't called yet?
LOUISE:
Givin' him a taste of his own
medicine. A**hole.
THELMA:
I'm sorry, Louise. I know you're
all upset. It's just I'm so excited
to be out of the house, I guess.
(pause)
I wonder if Darryl's home yet.
LOUISE:
I wonder if Jimmy's gotten back.
THELMA:
Why don't you tell him to just to
get lost once and for all?
LOUISE:
Why don't you ditch that loser husband
of yours?
They both drift off momentarily, contemplating their domestic
problems, until the Waitress comes over:
WAITRESS:
(rolling her eyes)
This one's on Harlan.
Thelma looks over at the bar where Harlan is grinning at
her, making dancing motions. She smiles and waves at him.
Her face becomes serious again as she turns back to Louise.
THELMA:
Jimmy'll come in off the road, you
won't be there, he'll freak out and
call you a hundred thousand times,
and Sunday night you'll call him
back and, by Monday. He'll be kissin'
the ground you walk on.
Thelma's mind goes too fast for her mouth, and the speed at
which she speaks can be staggering. Louise is used to it.
Louise smiles wistfully at Thelma's assessment of the
situation.
LOUISE:
Exactly.
THELMA:
In the meantime, you said we were
gonna have some fun. So let's have
some!
She again drinks her whole shot of Wild Turkey and holds up
her glass, as the BAND strikes up a lively tune.
Practically the whole place "whoops" and heads for the dance
floor. Louise drinks her shot of tequila and holds up her
glass, too.
LATER:
Thelma is dancing with Harlan and has been for quite a while.
Louise has been dancing with a quiet guy named DAN. Thelma
is breathless, drunk and giggly. She holds a beer bottle in
one hand. She is laughing a lot about nothing, and Harlan
is studying her closely. Louise notices this.
LOUISE:
(over the noise)
Thelma, I'm gonna hit the little
girls' room, and then we gotta hit
the road.
THELMA:
(eyes closed, swaying
with the music)
Ready when you are.
Louise heads off to the bathroom.
THELMA:
(eyes still closed)
Louise, I'm gonna come with you.
(she gets a funny
look on her face)
I don't feel so good.
She stumbles a step and drops her beer bottle.
Louise is heading towards the bathroom, where there is a
line of at least fifteen women in front of her.
HARLAN:
(catching Thelma,
copping feels)
Oopsy-doopsy. We need to get you
He steers her towards the door.
Louise leans against the wall, waiting in line.
CUT TO:
EXT. SILVER BULLET PARKING LOT - NIGHT
Harlan is hauling Thelma out the door into the parking lot.
She is pretty limp.
THELMA:
Oh sh*t.
HARLAN:
What's wrong?
THELMA:
Stop.
HARLAN:
What for?
THELMA:
I'm spinning.
The Waitress is going over to their table. She picks up
Thelma's purse off the floor and puts it on her chair.
She sets the check on the table, looks around to see if she
can see them and walks away.
INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT
Louise goes into the bathroom. She stands in front of the
sink and looks at herself in the mirror.
Thelma has been sick. She has Harlan's handkerchief and is
wiping her mouth. Harlan has backed off for this part, but
he's right back in there.
HARLAN:
How you feelin' now, darlin'?
Harlan is leaning close to Thelma's head, and she pulls her
head away.
THELMA:
I guess I'm startin' to feel a little
better.
HARLAN:
Yeah, you're startin' to feel pretty
good to me, too.
He pulls her to him and tries to put his arms around her.
Thelma pulls away.
THELMA:
(uncomfortable)
I think I need to keep walking.
Louise comes out of the bathroom as the next woman goes in.
She scans the room looking for Thelma. She doesn't see her.
She goes over to the table and sees Thelma's stuff there.
She picks up the check and looks at it.
EXT. SILVER BULLET PARKING LOT - NIGHT
Harlan has led Thelma off to the far end of the parking lot.
He is trying to kiss her now. He is pushing her arms down
and turning her head away.
THELMA:
Don't. I'm married. I don't feel
good. I've been sick.
HARLAN:
It's okay. I'm married, too.
Harlan is pushing himself on her now, and she is beginning
to push him away harder.
Louise is paying the Waitress. The Waitress is shaking her
head, indicating she hasn't seen Thelma either.
Louise picks up Thelma's stuff and heads towards the door.
EXT. SILVER BULLET PARKING LOT - NIGHT
Harlan has now pinned Thelma against the back of a car and
is kissing her neck. He has her ass in his hands. He is
beginning to hump her. She is pushing him away as hard as
she can, but he is relentless.
HARLAN:
(breathing heavily)
You're beautiful. It's okay. I
won't hurt you. It's okay.
THELMA:
(struggling)
Stop it! Goddamnit, I mean it!
Louise is gonna wonder where I am.
Let go!
HARLAN:
Louise is alright.
LOUISE:
is now standing outside the door of the Silver Bullet. She
is looking around.
HARLAN:
is pulling at Thelma's clothes. Thelma gets one of her arms
free and hits him hard in the face. He hits her back and
grabs her face, squeezing it hard.
HARLAN:
Don't you hit me! Don't you f***ing
hit me!
There is no trace of friendliness in his face now. He looks
mean and dangerous. He lets go of her face and pins her
arms behind her. He holds both of her arms with one hand.
HARLAN:
You just shut up.
With his free hand, he reaches down and starts to pull her
dress up. Thelma is still struggling and there are tears
running down her face.
THELMA:
Don't hurt me. Harlan. Please.
HARLAN:
Shut up.
He turns her around, pushing her face down onto the back of
the car. He holds both her arms in one hand and continues
pulling her dress up over her hips. He starts to undo his
pants as we hear the CRUNCH of gravel.
LOUISE (O.S.)
Let her go.
HARLAN:
Get lost.
THELMA:
Louise!
TIGHT SHOT of the barrel of Thelma's gun being pressed into
the nape of Harlan's neck. Louise's thumb pulls back the
hammer.
LOUISE:
You let her go, you fat f***ing
a**hole, or I'm gonna splatter your
ugly face all over this nice car.
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