True Romance Page #21

Alabama snatches the shotgun.

Arched over on his back Virgil and Alabama make eye contact.

The first blast hits him in the shoulder, almost tearing his arm off. The second hits him in the knee. The third plays hell with his chest.

Alabama then runs at him, hitting him in the head with the butt of the shotgun.

Ever since he's been firing it's as if some other part of her brain has been functioning independently. She's been absent-mindedly saying the prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi.

ALABAMA:

Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace;

where there is hatred, let me sow love;

where there is injury, pardon;

where there is doubt, faith;

where there is despair, hope;

where there is darkness, light;

and where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master, grant that I may not

so much seek to be consoled as to console;

to be understood as to understand;

to be loved as to love;

for it is in giving that we receive,

it is pardoning that we are pardoned,

and it is in dying that we are born

to eternal life.

Clarence, who's been hearing gunshots, bursts through the door, gun drawn, only to see Alabama, hitting a dead guy on the head, with a shotgun.

CLARENCE:

Honey?

She continues. He puts his gun away.

CLARENCE:

Sweetheart? Cops are gonna be here any minute,

She continues. He takes the gun away from her, and she falls to the ground. She lies on the floor trembling, continuing with the downward swings of her arms.

Clarence grabs the shotgun and the cocaine, and tosses Alabama over his shoulder.

CUT TO:

EXT. HOLLYWOOD HOLIDAY INN - DAY

Everybody is outside their rooms watching as Clarence walks through the pool area with his bundle. Sirens can be heard.

EXT. MOVING RED MUSTANG - DAY

Clarence is driving like mad. Alabama's passed out in the passenger seat. She's muttering to herself. Clarence has one hand on the steering wheel and the other strokes Alabama's hair.

CLARENCE:

Sleep baby. Don't dream. Don't worry. Just sleep. You deserve better than

this. I'm so sorry. Sleep my angel. Sleep peacefully.

EXT. MOTEL 6 - NIGHT

A new motel. Clarence's red Mustang is parked outside.

INT. MOTEL 6 - CLARENCE'S ROOM - NIGHT

Alabama, with a fat lip and a black and blue face, is asleep in bed.

INT. NOWHERE

Clarence is in a nondescript room speaking directly to the camera. He's in a headshot.

CLARENCE:

I feel so horrible about what she went through. That f***er really beat the

sh*t out of her. She never told him where I was. It's like I always felt

that the way she felt about me was a mistake. She couldn't really care that

much. I always felt in the back of my mind, I don't know, she was jokin'.

But, to go through that and remain loyal, it's very easy to be unraptured

with words, but to remain loyal when it's easier, even excusable, not to -

that's a test of oneself. That's a true romance. I swear to God, I'll cut

off my hands and gouge out my eyes before I'll every let anything happen to

that lady again.

CUT TO:

EXT. HOLLYWOOD HILLS - NIGHT

A wonderful, gracefully flowing shot of the Hollywood Hills. Off in the distance we hear the roar of a car engine.

EXT. MULLHOLLAND DRIVE - NIGHT

Vaaarrroooooommmm!!! A silver Porsche is driving hells bells, taking quick corners, pushing it to the edge.

INT. MOVING PORSCHE - NIGHT

Elliot Blitzer is the driver, standing on it. A blond, glitzy Coke Whore is sitting next to him. They're having a ball. Then they're seeing a red and blue light flashing in the rear-view window. It's the cops.

ELLIOT:

F***! I knew it! I f***ing knew it! I should have my head examined, driving

like this!

(he pulls over)

Kandi, you gotta help me.

KANDI:

What can I do?

He pulls out the sample bag of cocaine that Clarence gave him earlier.

ELLIOT:

You gotta hold this for me.

KANDI:

You must be high. Uh-huh. No way.

ELLIOT:

(frantically)

Just put it in your purse.

KANDI:

I'm not gonna put that sh*t in my purse.

ELLIOT:

They won't search you. I promise. You haven't done anything.

KANDI:

No way, JosÈ.

ELLIOT:

Please, they'll be here any minute. Just put it in your bra.

KANDI:

I'm not wearing a bra.

ELLIOT:

(pleading)

Put it in your pants.

KANDI:

No.

ELLIOT:

You're the one who wanted to drive fast.

KANDI:

Read my lips.

She mouths the word "no".

ELLIOT:

After all I've done for you, you f***in' whore!!

She goes to slap him, she hits the bag of cocaine instead. It rips open. Cocaine completely covers his blue suit. At that moment Elliot turns to face a flashing beam. Tears fill his eyes.

INT. POLICE STATION - INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY

Elliot is sitting in a chair at the table. Two young, good-looking, casually dressed, Starsky and Hutch-type POLICE DETECTIVES are questioning him. They're known in the department as Nicholson and Dimes. The dark-haired one is Cody Nicholson, and the blond is Nicky Dimes.

NICHOLSON:

Look, sunshine, we found a sandwich bag of uncut cocaine -

DIMES:

Not a tiny little vial -

NICHOLSON:

But a f***in' baggie.

DIMES:

No don't sit here and feed us some sh*t.

NICHOLSON:

You got caught. It's all fun and f***in' games till you get caught. But now

we gotcha. OK, Mr. Elliot actor, you've just made the big time -

DIMES:

You're no longer an extra -

NICHOLSON:

Or a bit player -

DIMES:

Or a supporting actor -

NICHOLSON:

You're a f***in' star! And you're gonna be playin' your little one-man show

nightly for the next two f***in' years for a captive audience -

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