True Romance Page #15

DREXL:

F*** you! My mother was Apache.

Drexl kicks him again. Clarence curls up.

Drexl bends down and looks for Clarence's wallet in his jacket.

Clarence still can't do much. The kick to his balls still has him down.

Drexl finds it and pulls it out. He flips it open to driver's license.

DREXL:

Well, well, well, looky what we got here. Clarence Worley. Sounds almost

like a n*gger name.

(to Clarence)

Hey, dummy.

He puts his foot on Clarence's chest. Clarence's POV as he looks up.

DREXL:

Before you bought your dumb ass through the door, I didn't know sh*t. I

just chalked it up to au revoir Alabama. But, because you think you're some

macho motherf***er, I know who she's with. You. I know who you are,

Clarence Worley. And, I know where you live, 4900 116th street, apartment

48. And I'll make a million-dollar bet, Alabama's at the same address.

Marty, take the car and go get 'er. Bring her dumb ass back here.

He hands Marty the driver's license. Maty goes to get the car keys and a jacket.

DREXL:

(to Marty)

I'll keep lover boy here entertained.

(to Clarence)

You know the first thing I'll do when she gets here. I think I'll make her

suck my dick, and I'll come all in her face. I mean it ain't nuttin' new.

She's done it before. But I want you as a audience.

(hollering to Marty)

Marty, what the f*** are you doin'?

MARTY:

(off)

I'm tryin' to find my jacket.

DREXL:

Look in the hamper. Linda's been dumpin' everybody's stray clothes there

lately.

While Drexl has his attention turned to Marty, Clarence reaches into his sock and pulls out the .38. he stick the barrel between Drexl's legs. Drexl, who's standing over Clarence, looks down just in time to see Clarence pull the trigger and blow his balls to bits. Tiny spots of blood speckle Clarence's face.

Drexl shrieks in horror and pain, and falls to the ground.

MARTY:

(off)

What's happening?

Marty steps into the room.

Clarence doesn't hesitate, he shoots Marty four times in the chest.

Two of three Hookers have run out of the front door, screaming. The other Hooker is curled up in the corner. She's too stoned to run, but stoned enough to be terrified.

Drexl, still alive, is laying on the ground howling, holding what's left of his balls and his dick.

Clarence points the gun at the remaining Hooker.

CLARENCE:

Get a bag and put Alabama's thing in it!

She doesn't move.

CLARENCE:

You wanna get shot? I ain't got all f***in' day, so move it!

The Hooker, tears of fear ruining her mascara, grabs a suitcase from under the bed, and, on her hands and knees, pushes it along the floor to Clarence.

Clarence takes it by the handle and wobbles over to Drexl, who's curled up like a pillbug.

CLOSEUP - Clarence's forgotten driver's license in Marty's bloody hand.

Clarence puts his foot on Drexl's chest.

CLARENCE:

(to Drexl)

Open you eyes, laughing boy.

He doesn't. Clarence gives him a kick.

CLARENCE:

Open your eyes!

He does. It's now Drexl's POV from the floor.

CLARENCE:

You thought it was pretty funny, didn't you?

He fires.

CLOSEUP - The bullet comes out of the gun and heads right toward us. When it reaches us, the screen goes awash in red.

INT. CLARENCE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

The front swings open and Clarence walks in. Alabama jumps off the couch and runs toward Clarence, before she reaches him he blurts out:

CLARENCE:

I killed him.

She stops short.

CLARENCE:

I've got some food in the car, I'll be right back.

Clarence leaves. Except for the TV playing, the room is quiet. Alabama sits on the couch.

Clarence walks back into the room with a whole bounty of take-out food. He heaps it on to the coffee table and starts to chow down.

CLARENCE:

Help yourself. I got enough. I am f***in' starvin'. I think I ordered one

of everythin'.

He stops and looks at here.

CLARENCE:

I am so hungry.

He starts eating french fries and hamburgers.

ALABAMA:

(in a daze)

Was it him or you?

CLARENCE:

Yeah. But to be honest, I put myself in that position. When I drove up

there I said to myself, "If I can kill 'em and get away with it, I'll do

it." I could. So I did.

ALABAMA:

Is this a joke?

CLARENCE:

No joke. This is probably the best hamburger I've ever had. I'm serious,

I've never had a hamburger taste this good.

Alabama starts to cry. Clarence continues eating, ignoring her.

CLARENCE:

Come on, Bama, eat something. You'll feel better.

She continues crying. He continues eating and ignoring her. Finally he spins on her, yelling:

CLARENCE:

Why are you crying? He's not worth one of your tears. Would you rather it

had been me? Do you love him?

(no answer)

Do you love him?

(no answer)

Do you love him?

She looks at Clarence, having a hard time getting a word out.

ALABAMA:

I think what you did was...

CLARENCE:

What?

ALABAMA:

I think what you did...

CLARENCE:

What?

ALABAMA:

... was so romantic.

Clarence is completely taken back. They meet in a long, passionate lovers' kiss. Their kiss breaks and slowly the world comes back to normal.

CLARENCE:

I gotta get outta these clothes.

He picks up the suitcase and drops it on the table in front of them.

ALABAMA:

(comically)

Clean clothes. There is a god,

Clarence flips open the suitcase. Alabama's and her husband's jaws drop.

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