True Romance Page #5

CLARENCE:

This is Dick's number in Hollywood. We don't know where we'll be, but you

can get a hold of me through him.

Clarence turns toward Alabama and yells to her.

CLARENCE:

Bama, we're outta here. Kiss Pops goodbye,

Alabama runs across from where she was and throws her arms around Cliff and gives him a big smackeroo on the lips. Cliff's a little startled. Alabama's bubbling like a Fresca.

ALABAMA:

Bye, Daddy! Hope to see you again real soon.

CLARENCE:

(mock anger)

What kind of daughterly smackeroo was that?

ALABAMA:

Oh, hush up.

The two get into the Mustang.

CLARENCE:

(to Cliff)

We'll send you a postcard as soon as we get to Hollywood.

Clarence starts the engine. The convertible roof opens as they talk.

CLIFF:

Bama, you take care of that one for me. Keep him out of trouble.

ALABAMA:

Don't worry, Daddy, I'm keepin' this fella on a short leash.

Clarence, slowly, starts driving away.

CLARENCE:

(to Cliff)

As the sun sets slowly in the west we bid a fond farewell to all the

friends we've made... and, with a touch of melancholy, we look forward to

the time when we will all be together again.

Clarence peels out, shooting a shower of gravel up in the air.

As the Mustang disappears Cliff runs his tongue over his lips.

CLIFF:

The-son-of-a-b*tch was right... she does taste like a peach.

INT. DICK'S APARTMENT - DAY

Dick's apartment is standard issue for a young actor. Things are pretty neat and clean. A nice stereo unit sits on the shelf. A framed picture of a ballet dancer's feet hangs on the wall.

The phone rings, Dick answers.

DICK:

Hi, Dick here.

INT. HOTEL SUITE - LAS VEGAS - SUNSET

Top floor, Las Vegas, Nevada hotel room with a huge picture window overlooking the neon-filled strip and the flaming red and orange sunset sky.

Clarence paces up and down with the telephone in his hand.

CLARENCE:

(big bopper voice)

Heeeellllloooo baaaabbbbbyyyy!!!

Note:
We intercut both sides of the conversation.

DICK:

(unsure)

Clarence?

CLARENCE:

You got it.

DICK:

It's great to hear from you.

CLARENCE:

Well, you're gonna be seein' me shortly.

DICK:

You comin' to L.A.? When?

CLARENCE:

Tomorrow.

DICK:

What's up? Why're leavin' Detroit?

Clarence sits down on the hotel room bed. Alabama, wearing only a long T-shirt with a big picture of Bullwinkle on it, crawls behind him.

CLARENCE:

Well, there's a story behind all that. I'll tell you when I see you. By the

way, I won't be alone. I'm bringing my wife with me.

DICK:

Get the f*** outta here!

CLARENCE:

I'm a married man.

DICK:

Get the f*** outta here!

CLARENCE:

Believe it or not, I actually tricked a girl into falling in love with me.

I'm not quite sure how I did it. I'd hate to have to do it again. But I did

it. Wanna say hi to my better half?

Before Dick can respond Clarence puts Alabama on the phone.

ALABAMA:

Hi, Dick. I'm Alabama Worley.

DICK:

Hello, Alabama.

ALABAMA:

I can't wait to meet you. Clarence told me all about you. He said you were

his best friend. So, I guess that makes you my best friend, too.

Clarence start dictating to her what to say.

CLARENCE:

Tell him we gotta go.

ALABAMA:

Clarence says we gotta be hittin' it.

DICK:

What?

CLARENCE:

Tell him we'll be hittin' his area some time tomorrow.

ALABAMA:

He said don't go nowhere. We'll be there some time tomorrow.

DICK:

Wait a minute -

CLARENCE:

Tell him not to eat anything. We're gonna scarf when we get there.

ALABAMA:

Don't eat anything.

DICK:

Alabama, could you tell Clar -

CLARENCE:

Ask him if he got the letter.

ALABAMA:

Did you get the letter?

DICK:

What letter?

ALABAMA:

(to Clarence)

What letter?

CLARENCE:

The letter I sent.

ALABAMA:

(to Dick)

The letter he sent.

DICK:

Clarence sent a letter?

CLARENCE:

Has he gotten his mail today?

ALABAMA:

Gotten your mail yet?

DICK:

Yeah, my room-mate leaves it on the TV.

ALABAMA:

(to Clarence)

Yes.

CLARENCE:

Has he looked through it yet?

ALABAMA:

(to Dick)

Ya looked through it?

DICK:

Not yet.

ALABAMA:

(to Clarence)

Nope.

CLARENCE:

Tell him to look through it.

ALABAMA:

(to Dick)

Get it.

DICK:

Let me speak to Clarence.

ALABAMA:

(to Clarence)

He wants to speak with you.

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