Wild At Heart Page #10

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87. CU of eyes. Black sweat is rolling down the forehead and over the

eyes.

SAILOR:

(voice-over)

The water was rollin’ off me. And I

was dirty, too, like I hadn’t had no

bath in a long time, so the sweat

was black almost.

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88. INT. HOTEL BRAZIL - NEW ORLEANS - NIGHT

LULA:

Boy, sweetie, this is weird, okay.

SAILOR:

I know. I kept walkin’, I headed for

your house, only it wasn’t your

house, really. You let me in only

you weren’t real pleased to see me.

You kept askin’, ‘Why’d you come to

see me now? Why now?’ Like it’d been

a long time since we’d seen each ohter.

LULA:

Oh, baby, what an idea. I’d always

be happy to see you, no matter what.

SAILOR:

I know, peanut. But it wasn’t all

like you were so unhappy I was there,

just you were upset. My bein’ there

was upsettin’ to you. You had some

kids there, little kids, and I guess

you’d got married and your husband

was comin’ home any minute.

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87A. CU of eyes. Black sweat is rolling down the forehead and over the

eyes.

SAILOR:

(voice-over)

I tell you, Lula. I was shakin’ wet.

All this black sweat was pourin’

off me, and I knew I was scarin’ you,

so I took off.

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89. INT. HOTEL BRAZIL - NEW ORLEANS - NIGHT

Lula puts her arms around him.

LULA:

Sometimes dreams just don’t mean

nothin’... Stuff comes into your

mind and you don’t have no control

over, you know? Anyways, dreams

ain’t no odder than real life.

Sometimes not by half.

SAILOR:

Well, I ain’t upset about it, darlin’.

Just give me an odd feelin’ there a

minute, is all.

Lula lifts her head and kisses Sailor under his left ear. She rolls

over on top of Sailor.

LULA:

Take a bite of Lula.

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90. INT. SNUG HARBOR BAR - NEW ORLEANS - NIGHT

Johnnie Farragut sits down on a stool at the bar. CHET, the bartender,

approaches.

CHET:

Hey!!!... Johnnie Farragut. How

are you, my man.

JOHNNIE:

Real good, Chet... It’s been awhile.

CHET:

Everythin’s relative. Where’s that

Marietta Pace Fortune? You two

didn’t split up, I hope.

JOHNNIE:

No... She’s fine. Back home.

CHET:

What’ll it be? The regular? Black

Label?

JOHNNIE:

Set one up.

Chet brings him a double.

CHET:

So who you out sleuthin’ for now?...

Can I help ya?

JOHNNIE:

Actually, I’m lookin’ for Marietta’s

daughter, Lula. Her and ’er beau

took off the other day. Marietta’s

real upset about it.

CHET:

Hell, that rings a bell. Someone

told me somebody lookin’ like her

was at the Nothin’ Fancy yesterday.

JOHNNIE:

Sounds right... I’ll check it out.

CHET:

(checking for a gold ring

on Johnnie’s hand)

You hitched yet?

JOHNNIE:

No sir...

CHET:

It’s none of my business, but when

are you and Marietta gonna tie the

knot? I always wondered why you

never did.

JOHNNIE:

Not for lack of love, I can tell

ya that.

CHET:

That’s what I mean... Always looked

like you was just knocked out in

love... Was real nice to see.

JOHNNIE:

I’ll tell ya though, it’s comin’ up

to the time when Marietta and me

might just set up house together and

settle down... I think that time’s

comin’ up right soon. But like you

said, everythin’s realtive.

FADE OUT:

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91. EXT. HOTEL BRAZIL - NEW ORLEANS - DAY

Lula waits just by the lobby door of the hotel. In the back of the

lobby in the shadows is an ancient, old BLACK MAN who stares at her.

Sailor pulls the T-Bird up in front of the hotel and Lula hurries out to

him and tosses their suitcase in the backseat.

LULA:

Let’s get outta here... I suddenly

got a funny feelin’ about this

place. Feelin’ all that voodoo...

SAILOR:

(winks at her)

Gotta hex from a voodoo?

LULA:

(smiles)

Who do?

SAILOR:

You do.

They laugh and take off around the corner and up past the Cafe Du Monde.

LULA:

Oh my God... It’s Johnnie... Duck

down!... Get goin’!

SAILOR:

(looking around frantically)

Where?

LULA:

Never mind where... Get outta here...

I mean it, Sailor.

SAILOR:

I’m goin’.

Sailor pulls the car up fast and hangs a right turn.

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92. INT. CAFE DU MONDE - DAY

Johnnie smiles as he watches Sailor and Lula turn the corner.

JOHNNIE:

(to himself)

Ain’t love wonderful?...

WAITRESS:

What’s that?

JOHNNIE:

I said, ain’t love wonderful?

Johnnie raises his cup of coffee to Sailor and Lula - who have long

since disappeared.

JOHNNIE:

Good luck to you kids.

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93. EXT. CITY STREET - NEW ORLEANS - DAY

Sailor and Lula drive.

LULA:

You think he saw us?

SAILOR:

Who knows, baby?

LULA:

He was sittin’ there havin’ a beignet

at the Cafe Du Monde. Do you think

he saw us?

SAILOR:

Lula, darlin’... Makes no difference

anyway... We’re outta here.

We watch the car disappear up the street. Slowly the camera pans and

Reggie and Drop Shadow come walking happily along the sidewalk -

whistling.

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94. INT. THUNDERBIRD

Lula and Sailor are motoring along.

SAILOR:

Sweetheart, keep your panties up.

We’re in Jimmy Swaggart country.

Sailor and Lula both laugh. Up ahead, Sailor spots a hitchhiker. He

slows to pick him up.

LULA:

Sure you wanna do this? Might be

a way they could track us.

SAILOR:

He’s just a regular guy’t needs help,

honey. Look at him.

The HITCHHIKER is a man about thirty with a pack on his back, and he is

carrying a large, covered cardboard box. He is filthy, with an uneven

smile that exposes his jagged yellow teeth. Lula opens the door for

him, and after he loads his stuff, Sailor takes off down the highway.

ROACH:

Thanks a lot. I been standin’ out

there off and on for two hours, ha-ha!

Since noon about, ha-ha! Cops catch

ya hitchin’ on a Interstate around here

they throw ya on a county road crew

for a week, less you can pay the

ticket, ha-ha! Which I ain’t got, ha-ha!

SAILOR:

My name’s Sailor, and this here’s

Lula. What’s yours?

ROACH:

Marvin DeLoach. But ever’body calls

me Roach, ha-ha! Roach DeLoach, ha-ha!

LULA:

You always make that strange little

funny laugh when you talk?

ROACH:

Ain’t laughin’, ha-ha!

SAILOR:

What you got in the box?

ROACH:

My dogs, ha-ha!

Roach slides the top off and tilts the box slightly toward the front.

Inside are six small husky pups that are not more than two weeks old.

ROACH:

I’m headed to Alaska, ha-ha! These

dogs is gonna be my sled team, ha-ha!

LULA:

(to Sailor)

This guy’s crazy.

SAILOR:

Where you from, Roach?

ROACH:

If you mean where I was born, it was

Belzoni, Missi’ppi, ha-ha! But I

been brought up in Baton Rouge.

LULA:

Why you goin’ to Alaska? And where’d

you get them puppies? They look sick.

Roach stares down into the box at the baby huskies and strokes each of

them twice with a religiously unwashed hand. The dogs whimper and lick

his dirty fingers.

ROACH:

I saw this movie on TV, ha-ha! The

Call of the Wild. I ain’t never

seen snow, ha-ha! I got these dogs

at the pound. Nobody wanted ’em,

ha-ha! Ever’body here got theirself

pit bulls or some kinda hounds. I’m

gonna feed these boys good so they’ll

be big and powerful and they can pull

me real fast through the snow, ha-ha!

Roach pulls a piece of raw cow’s liver out of one of his pockets of his

field jacket and begins ripping little bits off it and feeding them to

the dogs.

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