True Romance Page #12

ALABAMA:

At the bus station. He said I'd be a perfect call girl. And that he knew an

agency in California that, on his recommendation, would handle me. They

have a very exclusive clientele: movie stars, big businessmen, total

white-collar. And all the girls in the agency get a grand a night. At least

five hundred. They drive Porsches, live in condos, have stockbrokers, carry

beepers, you know, like Nancy Allen in "Dressed to Kill". And when I was

ready he'd call 'em, give me a plane ticket, and send me on my way. He says

he makes a nice finder's fee for finding them hot prospects. But no one's

gonna pay a grand a night for a girl who doesn't know whether to sh*t or

wind her watch. So what I'm doin' for Drexl now is just sorta learnin' the

ropes. It seemed like a lotta fun, but I don't really like it much, till

last night. You were only my third trick, but you didn't feel like a trick.

Since it was a secret, I just pretended I was on a date. An, um, I guess I

want a second date.

CLARENCE:

Thank you. I wanna see you again too. And again, and again, and again.

Bama, I know we haven't known each other long, but my parents went together

all throughout high school, and they still got a divorce. So, f*** it, you

wanna marry me?

ALABAMA:

What?

CLARENCE:

Will you be my wife?

When Alabama gives her answer, her voice cracks.

ALABAMA:

Yes.

CLARENCE:

(a little surprised)

You will?

ALABAMA:

You better not be f***ing teasing me.

CLARENCE:

You better not be f***in' teasin' me.

They seal it with a kiss.

LATER - THAT NIGHT

CLOSEUP - Alabama's wedding ring.

The newlyweds are snuggling up together onthe couch watching TV. The movie they're watching is "The Incredible One-Armed Boxer vs. the Master of the Flying Guillotine". Alabama watches the screen, but every so often she looks down to admre the ring on her hand.

CLARENCE:

Did ya ever see "The Chinese Professionals"?

ALABAMA:

I don't believe so.

CLARENCE:

Well, that's the one that explains how Jimmy Wang Yu became the Incredible

One-Armed Boxer.

We hear, off screen, the TV Announcer say:

TV ANNOUNCER:

(off)

We'll return to Jimmy Wang Yu in... "The Incredible One-Armed Boxer vs. the

Master of the Flying Guillotine", tonight's eight o'clock movie, after

these important messages...

Clarence looks at the TV. He feels the warmth of Alabama's hand holding his. We see commercials playing.

He turns in her direction. She's absent-mindedly looking at her wedding ring.

He smiles and turns back to the TV.

More commercials.

Dolly close on Clarence's face

FLASH ON:

Alabama, right after he proposed.

ALABAMA:

You better not be f***ing teasing me.

FLASH ON:

In a cute, all-night wedding chapel. Clarence dressed in a rented tuxedo and Alabama in a rented white wedding gown.

ALABAMA:

I do.

CLARENCE:

Thank you.

FLASH ON:

Clarence and Alabama, dressed in tux and gown, doing a lover's waltz on a ballroom dance floor.

FLASH ON:

Clarence and Alabama in a taxi cab.

CLARENCE:

Hello, Mrs. Worley.

ALABAMA:

How do you do, Mr. Worley?

CLARENCE:

Top o' the morning, Mrs. Worley.

ALABAMA:

Bottom of the ninth . Mr. Worley. Oh, by the by, Mr. Worley, have you seen

your lovely wife today?

CLARENCE:

Oh, you're speaking of my charming wife Mrs. Alabama Worley.

ALABAMA:

Of course. Are there others, Mr. Worley?

Moving on top of her.

CLARENCE:

Not for me.

He starts kissing her and moving her down on the seat. She resists.

ALABAMA:

(playfully)

No no no no no no no no no...

CLARENCE:

(playfully)

Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes...

FLASH ON:

A big mean-looking black man in pimp's clothes.

PIMP:

B*tch, you better git yo ass back on the street an' git me my money.

Pimp on street corner with his arm around Alabama, giving her a sales pitch to a potential customer.

PIMP:

I'm tellin' you, my man, this b*tch is fine. This girl's a freak! You can

f*** 'er in the ass, f*** 'er in the mouth. Rough stuff, too. She's a freak

for it. Jus' try not to f*** 'er up for life.

FLASH ON:

Pimp beating Alabama.

PIMP:

You holdin' out on me, girl? B*tch, you never learn!

FLASH ON:

Alabama passionately kissing the uninterested pimp.

PIMP:

Hang it up, momma. I got no time for this bullshit.

BACK TO:

TV showing kung fu film.

BACK TO:

Clarence's face. There's definitely something different about his eyes.

Clarence springs off the couch and goes into his bedroom. Alabama's startled by his sudden movement.

ALABAMA:

(yelling after him)

Where you goin', honey?

CLARENCE:

(off)

I just gotta get somethin'.

INT. CLARENCE'S APARTMENT - BATHROOM - NIGHT

Clarence splashes water on his face, trying to wash away the images that keep polluting his mind. Then, he hears a familiar voice.

FAMILIAR VOICE:

(off)

Well? Can you live with it?

Clarence turns and sees that the voice belongs to Elvis Presley. Clarence isn't surprised to see him.

CLARENCE:

What?

ELVIS:

Can you live with it?

CLARENCE:

Live with what?

ELVIS:

With that son-of-a-b*tch walkin' around breathin' the same air as you? And

gettin' away with it every day. Are you haunted?

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