True Romance Page #16

ALABAMA:

Clarence. Those aren't my clothes.

CUT TO:

EXT. HOLLYWOOD HOLIDAY INN - DAY

We see the Hollywood Holiday Inn sign. Pan to the parking lot where Clarence's empty red Mustang is parked.

INT. HOLLYWOOD HOLIDAY INN - CALRENCE'S ROOM - DAY

CLOSEUP - Dick's jaw drops. His hand reaches out of shot.

CLOSEUP - The reason for all the jaw dropping... the suitcase is full of cocaine!

Clarence smiles, holding a bottle of wine.

Alabama's watching the cable TV.

DICK:

Holy Mary, Mother of God.

ALABAMA:

This is great, we got cable.

CLARENCE:

(to Alabama)

Bama, you got your blade?

Keeping her eyes on the TV, she pulls out from her purse a Swiss army knife with a tiny dinosaur on it and tosses it to Clarence. Clarence takes off the corkscrew and opens the wine.

He pours some wine into a couple of hotel plastic cups, a big glass for Dick, a little one for himself. He hands it to Dick. Dick takes it and drinks.

DICK:

This sh*t can't be real.

CLARENCE:

It'll get ya high.

He tosses the knife.

CLARENCE:

Do you want some wine, sweetheart?

ALABAMA:

Nope. I'm not really a wine gal.

Using the knife, Dick snorts some of the cocaine. He jumps back.

DICK:

It's f***in' real!

(to Clarence)

It's f***in' real!

CLARENCE:

I certainly hope so.

DICK:

You've got a helluva lotta coke there, man!

CLARENCE:

I know.

DICK:

Do you have any idea how much f***in' coke you got?

CLARENCE:

Tell me.

DICK:

I don't know! A f***in' lot!

He downs his wine. Clarence fills his glass.

DICK:

This is Drexl's coke?

CLARENCE:

Drexl's dead. This is Clarence's coke and Clarence can do whatever he wants

with it. And what Clarence wants to do is sell it. Then me and Bama are

gonna leave on a jet plane and spend the rest of our lives spendin'. So,

you got my letter, have you lined up any buyers?

DICK:

Look, Clarence, I'm not Joe Cocaine.

Dick gulps half of his wine. Clarence fills up.

CLARENCE:

But you're an actor. I hear these Hollywood guys have it delivered to the

set.

DICK:

Yeah, they do. And maybe when I start being a successful actor I'll know

those guys. But most of the people I know are like me. They ain't got a pot

to piss in or a window to throw it out of. Now, if you want to sell a

little bit at a time -

CLARENCE:

No way! The whole enchilada in one shot.

DICK:

Do you have any idea how difficult that's gonna be?

CLARENCE:

I'm offering a half a million dollars worth of white for two hundred

thousand. How difficult can that be?

DICK:

It's difficult because you're sellin' it to a particular group. Big shots.

Fat cats. Guys who can use that kind of quantity. Guys who can afford two

hundred thousand. Basically, guys I don't know. You don't know. And, more

important, they don't know you. I did talk with one guy who could possibly

help you.

CLARENCE:

Is he big league?

DICK:

He's nothing. He's in my acting class. But he works as an assistant to a

very powerful movie producer named Lee Donowitz. I thought Donowitz could

be interested in a deal like this. He could use it. He could afford it.

CLARENCE:

What'd'ya tell 'em?

DICK:

Hardly anything. I wasn't sure from your letter what was bullshit, and what

wasn't.

CLARENCE:

What's this acting class guy's name?

DICK:

Elliot.

CLARENCE:

Elliot what?

DICK:

Elliot Blitzer.

CLARENCE:

OK, call 'im up and arrange a meeting, so we can get through all the

getting to know you stuff.

DICK:

Where?

CLARENCE:

(to Alabama)

The zoo.

CLARENCE:

(to Dick)

The zoo.

(pause)

What are you waiting for?

DICK:

Would you just shut up a minute and let me think?

CLARENCE:

What's to think about?

DICK:

Shut up! First you come waltzing into my life after two years. You're

married. You killed a guy.

CLARENCE:

Two guys.

DICK:

Two guys. Now you want me to help you with some big drug deal. F***,

Clarence, you killed somebody and you're blowin' it off like it don't mean

sh*t.

CLARENCE:

Don't expect me to be all broken up over poor Drexl. I think he was a

f***in', freeloadin', parasitic scumbag, and he got exactly what he

deserved. I got no pity for a mad dog like that. I think I should get a

merit badge or somethin'.

Dick rests his head in his hands.

CLARENCE:

Look, buddy, I realize I'm layin' some pretty heavy sh*t on ya, but I need

you to rise to the occasion. So, drink some more wine. Get used to the

idea, and get your friend to the phone.

EXT. LOS ANGELES ZOO - DAY

CLOSEUP - A black panther, the four-legged kind, paces back and forth.

Clarence, Alabama, Dick and Elliot Blitzer are walking through the zoo. One look at Elliot and you can see what type of actor he is, a real GQ, blow-dry boy. As they walk and talk, Clarence is eating a box of animal crackers and Alabama is blowing soap bubbles.

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