True Romance Page #4

CLARENCE:

Do you still have friends on the force?

CLIFF:

Yes, I still have friends on the force.

CLARENCE:

Could you find out if they know anythin'? I don't know they know sh*t about

us. But I don't wanna think, I wanna know. You could find out for sure

what's goin' on.

(pause)

Daddy?

CLIFF:

What makes you think I could do that?

CLARENCE:

You were a cop.

CLIFF:

What makes you think I would do that?

CLARENCE:

I'm your son.

CLIFF:

You got it all worked out, don't you?

CLARENCE:

Look, goddamnit, I never asked you for a goddamn thing! I've tried to make

your parental obligation as easy as possible. After Mom divorced you, did I

ask you for anything? When I wouldn't see ya for six months to a year at a

time, did you ever get your sh*t about it? No, it was always "OK", "No

problem", "You're a busy guy, I understand". The whole time you were a

drunk, did I ever point my finger at you and talk sh*t? No! Everybody else

did. I never did. You see, I know that you're just a bad parent. You're not

really very good at it. But I know you love me. I'm basically a pretty

resourceful guy. If I didn't really need it I wouldn't ask. And if you say

no, don't worry about it. I'm gone. No problems.

Alabama walks in through the door carrying a shopping bag.

ALABAMA:

The forager's back.

CLARENCE:

Thank God. I could eat a horse if you slap enough catsup on it.

ALABAMA:

I didn't get any chicken.

CLARENCE:

How come?

ALABAMA:

It's nine o'clock in the morning. Nothing's open.

INT. TRAILER HOME - BEDROOM - DAY

Cliff's on the telephone in his bedroom, pacing as he talks. The living room od the trailer can be seen from his doorway, where Clarence and Alabama are horsing around. They giggle and cut up throughout the scene. As Cliff talks, all the noise and hubbub of a police station comes through over the line. He's talking to DETECTIVE WILSON, an old friend of his from the force.

We see both inside the conversation.

CLIFF:

It's about that pimp that was shot a couple of days ago, Drexl Spivey.

WILSON:

What about him?

CLIFF:

Well, Ted, to tell you the truth, I found out through the grapevine that it

might be, and I only said might be, the Drexl Spivey that was responsible

for that restaurant break-in on Riverdale.

WILSON:

Are you still working security for Foster & Langley?

CLIFF:

Yeah, and the restaurant's on my route. And you know, I stuck my nose in

for the company to try to put a stop to some of these break-ins. Now, while

I have no proof, the name Drexl Spivey kept comin' up Who's case is it?

WILSON:

McTeague.

CLIFF:

I don't know him. Is he a nice guy? You think he'll help me out?

WILSON:

I don't see why not. When you gonna come round and see my new place?

CLIFF:

You and Robin moved?

WILSON:

Sh*t, are you behind. Me and Robin got a divorce six months ago. Got myself

a new place - mirrors all over the bedroom, ceiling fans above the bed.

Guy'd have to look as ugly as King Kong not to get laid in this place. I'm

serious, a guy'd have to look like a gorilla.

CUT TO:

EXT. TRAILER HOME - DAY

Clarence and Cliff stand by Clarence's 1965 red Mustang. Alabama's amusing herself by doing cartwheels and handstands in the background.

CLIFF:

They have nothing. In fact, they think it's drug related.

CLARENCE:

Do tell. Why drug related?

CLIFF:

Apparently, Drexl had a big toe stuck in sh*t like that.

CLARENCE:

No sh*t?

CLIFF:

Yeah. Drexl had an association with a fella named Blue Lou Boyle. Name mean

anything to you?

CLARENCE:

Nope.

CLIFF:

If you don't hang around in this circle, no reason it should.

CLARENCE:

Who is he?

CLIFF:

Gangster. Drug Dealer. Somebody you don't want on your ass. Look, Clarence,

the more I hear about this Drexl f***er, the more I think you did the right

thing. That guy wasn't just some wild flake.

CLARENCE:

That's what I've been tellin' ya. The guy was like a mad dog. So the cops

aren't looking for me?

CLIFF:

Naw, until they hear something better they'll assume Drexl and Blue Lou had

a falling out. So, once you leave twon, I wouldn't worry about it.

Clarence sticks his hand out to shake. Cliff takes it.

CLARENCE:

Thanks a lot, Daddy. You really came through for me.

CLIFF:

I got some money I can give you -

CLARENCE:

Keep it.

CLIFF:

Well, son, I want you to know I hope everything works out with you and

Alabama. I like her. I think you make a cute couple.

CLARENCE:

We do make a cute couple, don't we?

CLIFF:

Yeah, well, just stay outta trouble. Remeber, you got a wife to think

about. Quit f***in' around.

(pause)

I love you son.

They hug each other,

Clarence takes a pice of paper out and puts it into Cliff's hand.

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