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GRACE:

Come here.

Bobby goes to Grace and kneels before her. She takes his head

in her hands and looks deep into his eyes. Her voice goes

thick, but soft, like a morning fog.

GRACE:

There's something in your past; something

you want to keep hidden. There's a pain.

Something ... someone you can't forget.

And there is something you want very badly.

It seems very far away to you, but you are

determined, and you will do what you must

to get it.

Bobby closes his hands on Grace's and takes them from his face.

He is more than slightly spooked by the accuracy of Grace's

reading.

BOBBY:

My face tell you all that?

GRACE:

It tells me what every face tells me.

Everybody has a past, they have a pain, and

they have something they want.

(seductively) What is it you want?

BOBBY:

The same thing you do.

They silently stare into each other's eyes.

GRACE:

Really? I want to hang drapes.

Grace walks from the room. For a moment Bobby stares after her.

He takes an ice cube from his glass and crunches it in his

teeth.

INT. GRACE'S LIVING ROOM - DAY

GRACE is standing on a step ladder trying to hang the drapes.

BOBBY notices a photo of Grace with an older INDIAN WOMAN, her

mother?

GRACE:

Hold me.

Bobby stands behind her, gently places his hands on Grace's

waist.

GRACE:

Tighter. I won't break. You know girls are

a lot tougher than men think.

Bobby holds her tighter as she finished hanging the drapes. His

eyes are transfixed on her ass.

GRACE:

There. All done. Lift me down.

BOBBY:

What?

GRACE:

Lift me down.

Bobby lifts Grace down from the ladder. He holds her, his hands

around her waist.

GRACE:

You can let go of me now. I'm safe.(with

a wicked smile) How do they look?

BOBBY:

Like you.

GRACE:

Beautiful?

BOBBY (kidding)

Like they're made of polyester.

GRACE:

I like them. I was sick of looking at this

room. I think they add a little life.

BOBBY:

Nothing like a little liveliness.

With a sexy pout Grace loads the next question.

GRACE:

No more drapes to hang. Now what should

we do?

BOBBY:

I have an idea.

GRACE:

And what would that be?

Bobby steps close to Grace and takes her by the shoulders. He

pulls her to him and presses his lips hard to hers. Grace

doesn't respond.

BOBBY:

All right, Grace. No more games.

GRACE (innocently)

Games?

BOBBY:

You flirt with me, then you run cold. You

lead me on, then slap me down. I don't go

for being jerked around.

GRACE:

Really? And what game did you want to

play? You carry my box for me, and I fall

into bed with you?

Bobby grabs up his pack.

BOBBY:

I think I can find my own way back to

into town.

GRACE:

Maybe I like to find out about a man first.

Maybe I like to know what he's made of.

BOBBY:

I'm just flesh and blood, baby. That and a

few memories of bad women; just like most

guys. But you already know that. You read

my mind, remember? Thanks for the lemonade.

Bobby turns to leave.

GRACE:

You never did answer my question.

BOBBY:

Still playing?

GRACE:

That's not an answer. What is it you want?

BOBBY:

You know what I want.

GRACE:

Maybe I just want to hear you say it.

For a beat Bobby stands and stares hard at Grace. His pack

slides from his shoulder and thuds on the floor. With great

determination, like a beast closing for the kill, Bobby moves

for her. Grace stands firm, ready for him; her head tilts back.

Her breath comes deep and hard.

Just as Bobby is about to reach her, just as he is about to take

her, he is stopped dead by the booming voice of JAKE McKENNA.

JAKE (O.S.)

Grace!

Bobby turns to face Jake: An older man, still large and

formidable for his age.

GRACE (nonplussed)

Jake. I thought you...

JAKE:

Who the hell is this!?

BOBBY:

Who the hell are you?

JAKE:

I'm her husband.

BOBBY (shocked whisper)

Husband ...?

JAKE:

Now who the hell are you, and it better be

good, or God help me I'll break you in

half.

BOBBY:

Easy, chief. I... I was helping your wife.

I met her in town. She needed a hand with

her drapes. That's all.

JAKE:

Didn't much look like you were hanging

drapes.

BOBBY:

I swear to you that's all that happened. I

haven't so much as set foot in your

bedroom.

JAKE:

A lot that means.

BOBBY:

Grace, tell him.

Grace says nothing. She picks up a glass of lemonade and sips

at it coolly.

BOBBY:

Damn it, Grace! Tell him.

GRACE (coyly)

If he says that's what happened, Jake, it

must be true.

JAKE:

Oh yeah, and I suppose you didn't have

anything to do with it Grace, he just

wandered up here by hisself. I got a mind

to put you over my knee and paddle your

ass raw!

BOBBY (to Grace)

You b*tch! Is this what it's all about? You

sucker me up here so you can watch the two

of us beat the sh*t out of each other over

you? You both... Forget it! (heads for the

door)

JAKE:

Where you going!

BOBBY (exiting)

'Scuse me, you want to take my head off,

mister. I won't even try to stop you. I

deserve it for being an idiot. But if

you're not, I think I'll be on my way...

Ow!

Jake punches him in the nose.

JAKE:

You can't just walk in here and walk out,

you sonufabitch! I'm gonna tear you a new

a**hole!

BOBBY:

You broke my nose!

JAKE:

It ain't broke.

It probably isn't, but it bleeds. Bobby feels the blood and then

sees it on his shirt.

BOBBY:

Goddamn it! I'm... you're lucky I don't sue

you.

JAKE (opens the door)

Get goin' Junior.

Bobby glares back at Grace who gives him a maddening little smile.

BOBBY:

You people are crazy!

He storms out holding his nose.

EXT. DESERT ROAD - LATER - DAY

BOBBY, holding a handkerchief to his nose which has stopped

bleeding, hauling his bag on his shoulder, walks back to town

along the side of the road. Already he is caked with a mixture

of sweat and dust, looking up at the relentless sun that beats

down on him.

BOBBY:

F***in' shithole!

A CADILLAC slows beside him, JAKE driving.

BOBBY:

What the f*** do you want?

JAKE:

I'll give you a lift, son. Too hot to be

walking... People die out here, y'know.

Bobby continues walking.

JAKE:

Aw, you're not still upset about that love

tap, are you? If I meant you real trouble,

I'd have given it to you by now. Get in,

lad. Come on. Get in.

Bobby gets in.

JAKE:

After you huffed off, Grace lied so bad, I

got so pissed off, I pulled down her pants

to paddle her ass raw and finger-f***ed it

instead. Sorry I lost my cool like that.

It's a funny thing, women.

BOBBY:

Yeah...

JAKE:

Say, what happened to your hand?

BOBBY:

Accident.

JAKE:

You've got to be--

BOBBY:

Yeah, I know. More careful.

JAKE:

I guess we've never been introduced proper.

Jake McKenna.

BOBBY:

That's a solid name.

JAKE:

I'm a solid man.

BOBBY:

Bobby Cooper.

JAKE:

"Bobby Cooper." What brings you to

Superior, Coop?

BOBBY:

An overheated car.

JAKE:

Oh? Darrell taking good care of you?

BOBBY:

Darrell's a moron.

JAKE (laughs)

Yeah, he sure is a character. You need any

help with that car now?... Where you

headed?

BOBBY:

California...

JAKE:

Live there?

BOBBY:

Got work. I know a man who's got a boat.

Wants me to sail it for him.

JAKE:

You a sailor man? That'd be the life.

Drive across the country, step on a boat

and just sail away. A man could pretty

well disappear like that. Just sail away

until all he was was a memory. I guess a

little place like this would just be a dot

on a map to you after awhile.

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