Wild At Heart Page #11

LULA:

(screeches as she sees this)

Sailor! Stop! Stop the car now!

Sailor pulls off the road onto the shoulder of the highway and stops.

Lula opens her door and jumps out.

LULA:

I’m sorry, but I can’t take this.

Roach, or whatever your name is, you

come out of there with them dogs

this instant!

Roach sticks the liver back in his pocket and pulls his pack and the box

of tiny canines after him. Once he and his belongings are deposited on

the roadside, Lula hops back in the car and slams the door.

LULA:

I’m truly sorry? I’m truly sorry,

Roach. But ain’t gonna make it to

Alaska? Least not any part of the

way with us. You’d best find a

party to take care of those dogs

proper, before they all die? And,

if you don’t mind my sayin’ so? You

could most certainly use some serious

lookin’ after yourself, startin’ with

a bath!

Lula takes a pair of sunglasses off the dashboard and puts them on.

LULA:

Drive.

Sailor takes off.

SAILOR:

You don’t feel you was a little hard

on the guy, honey?

LULA:

I know you’re thinkin’ that I got

more’n some of my mama in me? Well,

I couldn’t help it. Sailor, I really

couldn’t. I’m sorry for that guy,

but when he pulled that drippin’ hunk

of awful-smellin’ meat out of his

pocket? I near barfed. And them

poor diseased puppies!

SAILOR:

(laughs)

Just part of life on the road, peanut.

LULA:

Do me a favor, Sailor? Don’t pick up

no more hitchers, okay?

CUT TO:

95. INT. INEZ’S FAIS-DODO BAR - NEW ORLEANS - NIGHT/

95A. INT. FORTUNE HOUSE - MARIETTA’S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Johnnie is seated in a telephone booth at the back of the bar.

JOHNNIE:

No, Marietta, I haven’t found ’em.

MARIETTA:

This is the kinda mistake can take

a Hindu’s lifetime to unfix...

You better get a move on, Johnnie,

before that boy got her holdin’ down

a Memphis streetcorner and shootin’

dope up her arms.

We see Reggie and Drop Shadow enter the bar. Reggie’s unsmiling eyes

drift across the room until they see Johnnie in the booth. He stares

coldly and waits. Drop Shadow adjusts his socks.

JOHNNIE:

Really, Marietta, you got more

scenarios swimmin’ around in your

brain than Carter got pills. Try

to take it easy. Go over to Myrtle

Beach for a few days.

MARIETTA:

I’m stayin’ right here by the phone

until you find Lula, then I’m comin’

to get her. You call soon’s you got

somethin’, even if it’s three in the

a.m.

JOHNNIE:

I will, Marietta. Goodbye now.

Johnnie hangs up the phone and exits the booth. As he crosses the

bar...

REGGIE:

(shouting)

Hola! Senor Farragut! We meet again.

Johnnie goes over to Reggie and Drop Shadow and shakes hands.

JOHNNIE:

I thought you two were in Austin,

Texas. Or Takes-us, as they say in

these parts.

DROP SHADOW:

We were. Now Mr. San Pedro Sula and

I are on our way back to Utila, in

the morning.

REGGIE:

Would you like to enjoy a martini

with us?

JOHNNIE:

Why not? How was the fishin’?

REGGIE:

I think they are too serious, these

American fishermen. In Honduras, we

are not so concerned with the method.

Reggie orders martinis for the three of them.

JOHNNIE:

So, it’s back to the islands.

DROP SHADOW:

Yes. Mr. San Pedro Sula spoke

yesterday to his son, Archibald Leach

San Pedro Sula, who is named after

Cary Grant, and he told them there

was a shooting.

REGGIE:

Teddy Roosevelt, one of the local

shrimp boat captains is in jail now.

These people are friends of mine, so

I must return and find out what

happened.

JOHNNIE:

This island of yours sounds like a

kind of unpredictable place.

REGGIE:

(laughs)

It has its moments of uncertainty.

DROP SHADOW:

But how are you finding New Orleans,

Senor Farragut?

JOHNNIE:

Call me Johnnie... N.O. has always

been a good town to sit around in.

REGGIE:

I can tell you are an intelligent

man, Johnnie. One difference between

your country and mine is that in the

islands, it does not pay to reveal

one’s intelligence... Others may use

what they perceive against us...

Reggie raises his glass to Johnnie’s.

REGGIE:

Hasta siempre.

JOHNNIE:

Hasta siempre.

REGGIE:

Do you know how it came about that

copper wire was invented in Scotland?

JOHNNIE:

How’s that?

DROP SHADOW:

Two Scotsmen were fighting over a

penny.

Johnnie finishes off his martini.

JOHNNIE:

I gotta admit, you guys are

(sliding off the stool)

two in four dozen.

REGGIE:

The real joke is we never went fishing,

but we’re still fishing.

Johnnie squints his eyes thinking about this one. Reggie and Drop

Shadow smile and stand to leave.

CUT TO:

96. INT. THUNDERBIRD - STREETS OF NUNEZ - NIGHT

Lula and Sailor cruise the dark streets.

LULA:

I wouldn’t mind a little night life.

How about you?

SAILOR:

Hard to tell what’s shakin’ in a

place like this, honey. You don’t

want to be walkin’ in the wrong door.

LULA:

Maybe there’s a place we could hear

some music. I feel like dancin’.

We could ask someone.

97. EXT. RED DEVIL GAS STATION - NIGHT

Sailor spots a Red Devil gas station that still has its lights on and

pulls the car over.

SAILOR:

Someone up here might know somethin’.

Two skinny, pimply-faced guys, BUCK and BILLY, wearing dirty coveralls

walk over to them.

BUCK:

Gas?

SAILOR:

Got enough, thanks. We’re lookin’

for a place has some music, where we

can maybe do some dancin’ - get

somethin’ to eat, too. Anything like

that around here?

BILLY:

Cornbread’s. They got western.

BUCK:

No food, though, ’cept bar nibbles.

Lula slides over in the front seat and leans across to Sailor.

LULA:

How about speed metal?

The kids look worried and take a step back.

LULA:

Any kinda rock’n’roll, honey.

BILLY:

There’s a boogie joint just about a

mile straight out Lafitte here. But

that’s a black place mostly.

BUCK:

Mostly black though in that boogie

place.

SAILOR:

What’s the name of it?

BUCK:

Club Zanzibar.

SAILOR:

You say it’s straight ahead a mile?

BUCK:

About. Where Lafitte crosses over

Galvez Highway. State Road 86.

SAILOR:

Thanks.

Sailor and Lula drive off. Buck and Billy go back inside the Red Devil

station. Guess who is over the corner cleaning nuts and bolts with a

toothbrush and gasoline ... It’s DELL!

CUT TO:

98. EXT. CLUB ZANZIBAR - NIGHT

The Club Zanzibar sits in the darkness on the left hand side of the

road. A string of multi-colored lights is hung over the front. Sailor

parks the Thunderbird across from the club and cuts the engine.

SAILOR:

You ready for this?

LULA:

We’ll find out in a hurry.

CUT TO:

99. INT. CLUB ZANZIBAR - NIGHT

When they walk in, the BAND is playing a slow blues and THREE OR FOUR

COUPLES are swaying on the dance floor. There are a dozen tables and a

long bar in the room which is done up in a strange dark azquatic motif.

Eight of the tables are occupied and SIX OR SEVEN MEN stand at the bar.

Everyone in the place is black except for one WHITE WOMAN who is sitting

alone at a table smoking a cigarette and drinking Pearl straight from

the bottle. The atmosphere is not friendly, but Lula takes Sailor by

the arm.

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