Thelma and Louise Page #4

Harlan slowly raises his hands in the air, and Thelma darts

out, pulling her dress down.

HARLAN:

Now, calm down. We were just havin'

a little fun.

Louise glances at Thelma. Thelma shakes her head no.

LOUISE:

Looks like you've got a real f***ed

up idea of fun. Now turn around.

Louise starts to back away, but the gun is still close to

his face. His pants are undone in the front. She is still

backing away with the gun raised. Thelma is inching away as

well.

LOUISE:

Just for the future, when a woman's

crying like that, she's not having

any fun!

Louise lowers the gun and stares at him for a second. Then

she turns and walks away. Thelma does, too.

HARLAN:

(pulling up his pants)

B*tch. I should have gone ahead and

f***ed her.

Louise stops in her tracks.

LOUISE:

What did you say?

HARLAN:

I said suck my cock.

Louise takes two long strides back towards him, raises the

gun and FIRES a bullet into his face. We hear his body HIT

the gravel parking lot. LOUISE'S POV. The car behind him

is splattered with blood. Thelma and Louise are both silent.

We hear the SOUND of the nightclub in the distance. Louise

lowers the gun.

THELMA:

Oh my God.

LOUISE:

Get the car.

THELMA:

Jesus Christ! Louise, you shot him.

LOUISE:

Get the car!

Thelma runs to get the car.

LOUISE:

(quietly, to herself)

You watch your mouth, buddy.

Thelma comes careening up in reverse. Louise hops in and

Thelma PEELS OUT, spraying gravel. As they speed out of the

parking lot back to the road, we hear MUSIC blaring from the

nightclub. They hit the main road with tires SQUEALING.

LOUISE:

Get back to the interstate.

Louise lifts her hand and notices she is still holding the

gun.

THELMA:

Sh*t! I... I, which way?

LOUISE:

West. Left.

EXT. CAR - DISTANCING SHOT - NIGHT

They get onto the interstate going west.

TRAVELING SHOT FROM BEHIND -- VARIOUS DRIVING SHOTS

INT. CAR - NIGHT

Louise picks up the handkerchief from the car seat and wipes

the gun off. Her movements are as if in slow motion. She

puts the gun under the seat. Thelma is watching her.

THELMA:

Louise.

Louise does not answer.

THELMA:

Louise. Where are we going?

LOUISE:

(shaking)

I don't know, Thelma! I don't know!

Just shut up a minute so I can think.

Thelma starts to cry quietly.

THELMA:

Shouldn't we go to the cops? I mean,

I think we should tell the police.

LOUISE:

Tell them what?! What, Thelma?

What do you think we should tell

them?

THELMA:

I don't know. Just tell 'em what

happened.

LOUISE:

Which part?

THELMA:

All of it. That he tried to rape

me.

LOUISE:

Only about a hundred people saw you

cheek to goddamn cheek with him all

night, Thelma! Who's gonna believe

that?! We just don't live in that

kind of world. Pull over!

EXT. INTERSTATE - NIGHT

Thelma pulls off to the side of the road. Louise gets out

and starts to walk around the car. She stops when she gets

to the back of the car, and she is sick. Thelma waits in

the car and moves over to the passenger side. Louise gets

in the driver's side.

THELMA:

Louise... Are you alright?

Louise rests her head on the steering wheel.

LOUISE:

Oh Christ.

(to Thelma)

Thelma.

Thelma doesn't hear.

LOUISE:

Thelma.

Thelma looks at her blankly, without answering.

LOUISE:

I've gotta stop for a minute. I've

got to get it together. I'm gonna

find a place to get a cup of coffee

and I'm gonna sit down for a second.

Do you want to come?

Thelma's head moves almost imperceptibly. Louise studies

Thelma's face.

LOUISE:

Is that yes? Are you up to this?

Again, Thelma slightly moves her head in a nod. Louise puts

the car in gear and pulls OUT OF SHOT.

EXT. TRUCK STOP - RESTAURANT - NIGHT

The green '66 T-Bird pulls into a modern truck stop and parks.

Louise turns to Thelma.

LOUISE:

We gotta be inconspicuous. Do you

know what that means?

THELMA:

Yes.

LOUISE:

It means you don't talk to anybody.

You don't draw attention to yourself

in any way. Do you understand that?

Again, she twitches more than nods.

LOUISE:

Tell me you understand that.

Thelma nods more firmly now. She understands.

VARIOUS POV SHOTS of truck drivers seeing Thelma and Louise

wind their way towards the restaurant portion of the coffee

shop. They look small and incongruous with the surroundings.

INT. TRUCK STOP - TIGHT SHOT - WAITRESS' HANDS - 4 A.M.

slamming dirty coffee cups from the counter into a bus tray

underneath the counter. REVEAL Louise and Thelma sitting at

the counter. Louise is looking at a map. The car is parked

outside, near the door.

LOUISE:

(halfway to herself)

We have to think this through. We

have to be smart. Now is not the

time to panic. If we panic now,

we're done for. Nobody saw it.

Nobody knows it was us. We're still

okay. Now all we have to do is just

figure out our next move.

THELMA:

Our next move? I'll say one thing,

Louise. This is some vacation. I

sure am having a good time. This is

real fun.

LOUISE:

If you weren't so concerned with

having a good time, we wouldn't be

here right now.

THELMA:

Just what is that supposed to mean?

LOUISE:

It means shut up, Thelma.

THELMA:

So this is all my fault, is it.

Louise looks at Thelma for a long time.

LOUISE:

Just shut up.

The Waitress comes and fills their coffee cups.

Thelma stands up to go to the bathroom. She grabs her purse

from the counter, and the strap catches on her coffee cup

and it falls to the floor with a CRASH. All heads turn and

look at her.

THELMA:

I have to go to the bathroom. I...

Sorry.

HOLD on Louise.

EXT. SILVER BULLET PARKING LOT - 4:00 A.M.

Police cars are parked around. The activity has died down.

Doors on the coroner's van SLAM shut. In the back of a police

car sits the Waitress with the door open. A DETECTIVE in a

suit leans over the car door with his note pad.

HAL:

Could you identify 'em, if ya saw

'em again?

LENA (WAITRESS)

Hal, I've told you about twenty times,

yes, I could identify 'em, but neither

one of them was the type to pull

something like this.

HAL:

Well, you're not exactly an expert

witness, but what makes you so sure?

LENA:

If waitin' tables in a bar don't

make you an expert on human nature,

then nothin' will, and I could've

told you that Harlan Puckett would

end up buyin' it in a parkin' lot.

I'm just surprised it didn't happen

before now.

HAL:

Who do you think did it?

LENA:

Has anybody asked his wife? She's

the one I hope did it.

HAL:

Lena, just cut the bullshit, will

ya? Do have any ideas or don't ya?

I been standin' in this stupid parkin'

lot all goddamn night, and I still

got to go file a report before I can

go home in time to get back up again!

LENA:

Well, if I had to guess, I'd say it

was some ol' gal, some ol' gal's

husband. But it wasn't either one

of those two. The tall one, the

redhead, she left me a huge tip.

HAL:

You didn't happen to notice what

kind of car they were driving?

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