True Romance Page #2

FLOYD:

Naw naw!

BIG D:

You don't like it, but you eat that sh*t.

(to Drexl)

He eats it.

DREXL:

Damn skippy. He like it, too.

BIG D:

(mock English accent)

Me thinketh he doth protest too much.

FLOYD:

Well f*** you guys then! You guys are f***ed up!

DREXL:

Why you trippin'? We jus' f***in' with ya. But I wanna ask you a question.

You with some fine b*tch, I mean a brick shithouse b*tch - you're with

Jayne Kennedy. You're with Jayne Kennedy and you say "B*tch, suck my dick!"

and then Jayne Kennedy says, "First things first, n*gger, I ain't suckin'

sh*t till you bring your ass over here and lick my bush!" Now, what do you

say?

FLOYD:

I tell Jayne Kennedy, "Suck my dick or I'll beat your ass!"

BIG D:

N*gger, get real. You touch Jayne Kennedy she'll have you ass in Wayne

County so fast -

DREXL:

N*gger, back off, you ain't beatin' sh*t. Now what would you do.

FLOYD:

I'd say f*** it!

Drexl and Big D get up from the table disgusted and walk away, leaving Floyd sitting all alone.

Big D sits on the bed, his back turned to Floyd, watching "Bewitched".

FLOYD:

(yelling after them)

Ain't no man have to eat p*ssy!

BIG D:

(not even looking)

Take that sh*t somewhere else.

DREXL:

(marching back)

You tell Jayne Kennedy to f*** it?

FLOYD:

If it came down to who eats who, damn skippy.

DREXL:

With that terrible mug of yours if Jayne Kennedy told you to eat her p*ssy,

kiss her ass, lick her feet, chow on her sh*t, and suck her dog's dick,

n*gger, you'd aim to please.

BIG D:

(glued on TV)

I'm hip.

DREXL:

In fact, I'm gonna show you what I mean with a little demonstration. Big D,

toss me that shotgun.

Without turning away from "Bewitched" he picks up the shotgun and tosses it to Drexl.

DREXL:

(to Floyd)

All right, check this out.

(referring to shotgun)

Now, pretend this is Jayne Kennedy. And you're you.

Then, in a blink, he points the shotgun at Floyd and blows him away.

Big D leaps off the bed and spins toward Drexl.

Drexl, waiting for him, fires from across the room.

The blast hits the big man in the right arm and shoulder, spinning him around.

Drexl makes a beeline for his victim and fires again.

Big D is hit with a blast, full in the back. He slams into the wall and drops.

Drexl collects the suitcase full of cocaine and leaves. As he gets to the front door he surveys the carnage, spits and walks out.

EXT. CLIFF'S MOVING CAR - MORNING

A big white Chevy Nova is driving down the road with a sunrise sky as a backdrop. The song "Little Bitty Tear" is heard a capella.

INT. CLIFF'S MOVING CAR - MORNING

Cliff Worley is driving his car home from work, singing this song gently to the sunrise. He's a forty-five-years-old ex-cop, at present a security guard. In between singing he takes sips from a cup of take-out coffee. He's dressed in a security guard uniform.

EXT. TRAILER PARK - MORNING

Cliff's Nova pulls in as he continues crooning. He pulls up to his trailer to see something that stops him short.

Cliff's POV Through windshield

Clarence and a nice-looking YOUNG WOMAN are watching for him in front of his trailer.

CLOSEUP - CLIFF

Upon seeing Clarence, a little bitty tear rolls down Cliff's cheek.

BACK TO:

CLIFF'S POV

Clarence and the Young Woman walk over to the car. Clarence sticks his face through the driver's side window.

CLARENCE:

Good Morning, Daddy. Long time no see.

INT. TRAILER HOME - MORNING

All three enter the trailer home.

CLIFF:

Excuse the place, I haven't been entertaining company as of late. Sorry if

I'm acting a little dense, but you're the last person in the world I

expected to see this morning.

Clarence and the Young Girl walk into the living room.

CLARENCE:

Yeah, well, tha's OK, Daddy, I tend to have that effect on people. I'm

dyin' on thirst, you got anything to drink?

He moves past Cliff and heads straight for his refridgerator.

CLIFF:

I think there's a Seven-Up in there.

CLARENCE:

(rumaging around the fridge)

Anything stronger?

(pause)

Oh, probably not. Beer? You can drink beer, can't you?

CLIFF:

I can, but I don't.

CLARENCE:

(closing the fridge)

That's about all I ever eat.

Cliff looks at the Girl. She smiles sweetly at him.

CLIFF:

(to Girl)

I'm sorry... I'm his father.

YOUNG GIRL:

(sticking her hand out)

That's OK, I'm his wife.

(shaking his hand vigorously)

Alabama Worley, pleased to meetcha.

She is really pumping his arm, just like a used-car salesman. However, that's where the similarities end; Alabama's totally sincere.

Clarence steps back into the living room, holding a bunch of little ceramic fruit magnets in his hand. He throws his other arm around Alabama.

CLARENCE:

Oh yeah, we got married.

(referring to the magnets)

You still have these.

(to Alabama)

This isn't a complete set; when I was five I swallowed the pomegranate one.

I never sh*t it out, so I guess it's still there. Loverdoll, why don't you

be a sport and go get us some beer. I want some beer.

(to Cliff)

Do you want some beer? Well, if you want some it's here.

He hands her some money and his car keys.

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