Wild At Heart Page #13

JOHNNIE:

Marietta, I was just gonna leave and

see if I could pick up their trail.

MARIETTA:

No, you wait right there for me...

I’ll be on the Piedmont flight

tomorrow at seven. Meet me at

the airport.

JOHNNIE:

I’ll meet you, Marietta, if that’s

what you want, but I’m against it.

MARIETTA:

Seven tomorrow evenin’. Se can eat

at Galatoire’s. Fix it.

Marietta hangs up.

CUT TO:

107. EXT. SHELL STATION - HOUSTON - DAY

Sailor and Lula are in a Shell station just outside of Houston. Sailor

is filling the Thunderbird with regular. An OLD MAN sits near the pumps

listening to the radio playing a sad big band tune. Lula starts to

slowly snap her fingers to the beat and the old man gives her a

beautiful smile.

LULA:

(smiling and snapping her

fingers)

How much we got left, honey?

SAILOR:

Under a hundred.

LULA:

You want to stick around here, Sailor?

See if we can get some work?

SAILOR:

Not in Houston. We’d be better off

in some place more out of the way.

LULA:

You want me to drive for a stretch?

Give you a chance to rest.

SAILOR:

That’d be good, Lula.

Sailor kisses her and climbs into the back seat and lays down. Lula

slides behind the wheel and lights up a More. She winks goodbye to the

old man and wheels the car out towards the big beyond.

CUT TO:

108. INT. TEXAS HIGHWAY - DAY

The reception gets bad on the big band tune and Lula starts turning the

dial. Up comes a nationwide call-in talk show and she leaves it there.

ARTIE MAYER, the radio host talks to his callers.

ARTIE:

(with a gruff Brooklyn accent)

Come in, Montgomery, Alabama.

CALLER #1

(elderly sounding woman)

Artie? That you, Artie?

ARTIE:

Yes, ma’am. What’s on your almost-

perfect mind this evening?

CALLER #1

How ya feelin’, Artie? I heard you

wasn’t doin’ too well recent.

ARTIE:

I’m fine, thank you. I had a cardiac

infarction but I’m on a new diet and

exercising regularly. I’ve never

felt better.

CALLER #1

Well, that’s so good to hear, Artie.

You know some of us depend on you

down this way. You’re so entertainin’

and you get so many interestin’ guests.

ARTIE:

Thank you. It’s listeners such as

yourself who made me want to get up

out of that hospital bed and back

into the studio as fast as I could.

LULA:

(attacking the dial)

Jesus! How could anyone listen to

this crap?

Lula takes a puff of her More and tosses it out the window and starts

turning the radio dial - finds a news station.

REPORTER (NEWS STATION)

...live in exchange for sexual favors.

Police said they have identified and

questioned at least four girls, all

Asians twelve to fifteen years old,

who have been living in the North

Houston warehouse with a Vietnamese

pimp since February. The girls are

being treated as victims, said police

Sergeant Amos Milburn. ‘These are

really just children,’ he said, ‘but

they’ve been exposed to a lot already.

LULA:

(lights another cigarette)

I’ll bet.

REPORTER:

In international news, India plans

to release crocodiles in the Ganges,

the holy Hindu river in which millions

of people bathe annually, to scavenge

for corpses, authorities said.

CUT TO:

108A. MURKY WATER WITH DEAD BODIES FLOATING

A crocodile suddenly breaks the surface of the water with a rotted human

corpse clutched in its mighty jaws.

REPORTER:

(voice-over)

The reptiles were supposed to be of

a docile species, said a senior

government official, but it seems

the breeders bungled and reared

attack crocodiles.

CUT TO:

109. INT. THUNDERBIRD - HIGHWAY TO SAN ANTONIO - DAY

LULA:

Damn!

REPORTER:

The Indian official who supplied

this information did so only on

condition of anonymity. The Uttar

Pradesh state authorities last October

released five hundred turtles...

CUT TO:

108B. MURKY WATER WITH DEAD BODIES FLOATING

A giant turtle breaks the surface of the water clutching a rotted human

corpse in its mighty jaws.

REPORTER:

(voice-over)

in the Ganges near Varanasi to try

and reduce human pollution and now

plan to put in the crocodiles to

devour floatin’ corpses dumped by

Hindus too poor to pay for cremation.

CUT TO:

110. INT. THUNDERBIRD - HIGHWAY TO SAN ANTONIO - DAY

LULA:

HOLY SH*T!! IT’S THE NIGHT OF THE

LIVIN’ F***IN’ DEAD!!!!

Sailor jumps awake in fright as Lula yanks the car off the road and

brings it to a screeching halt in the middle of the desert.

SAILOR:

What’s that, peanut?

LULA:

I can’t take no more of this radio...

(switches it off)

I ain’t never heard so much concentrated

weirdness in my life, Sailor Ripley,

you find me some dancin’ music right

this minute... I MEAN IT!!

Sailor starts spinning the dial.

LULA:

(still crazed)

The world’s gettin’ worse, I think,

Sailor. And it don’t sound like

there’s much we can do about it,

neither.

SAILOR:

This ain’t news, sweetheart. I

hate to tell ya.

Suddenly Sailor finds a station - THE STATION - and he and Lula look at

each other in disbelief...

SAILOR:

POWERMAD!!!

Sailor turns it up full blast and he and Lula dance hard until they

disappear in the dust.

CUT TO:

111. INT. MAISON VIOLETTE - LOBBY - NEW ORLEANS - NIGHT

Marietta and Johnnie are standing at the registration desk - talking to

the HOTEL MANAGER.

MANAGER:

Here’s your key. Mr. Farragut’s

already taken care of everything.

I hope you’ll be comfortable, Mrs.

Fortune. You’re in room 351 right

down the hall from Mr. Farragut.

The DESK CLERK steps in from a room behind the registration desk.

DESK CLERK:

I have a phone call for you, Mrs.

Fortune ... at the phone by the

fireplace. Please wait for it to ring.

Marietta looks at Johnnie. She goes to the phone and picks it up when

it rings.

MARIETTA:

Yes?...

CUT TO:

112. INT. HOTEL ROOM - NEW ORLEANS - NIGHT

Marcello Santos sits on the edge of his bed holding the telephone.

SANTOS:

I got your message... But you went

right to Johnnie, didn’t you?...

I can’t trust you, b*tch - not for

one minute... Naughty girl...

Sailor and Lula are headed west, and

guess what? There’s no turning back.

I’m in a killing mood.

MARIETTA:

No...

SANTOS:

My very best to Johnnie... Bless

his soul.

He hangs up the phone.

CUT TO:

113. INT. MAISON VIOLETTE - LOBBY - NEW ORLEANS - NIGHT

Johnnie enters as Marietta hangs up the phone - covering her fear.

JOHNNIE:

Who was that?... Who know’s your here?

MARIETTA:

I’ll be damned if that wasn’t a wrong

number?

CUT TO:

114. INT. MR. REINDEER’S PRIVATE DINING ROOM - NEW ORLEANS - NIGHT

Upstairs in a private dining room, Mr. Reindeer is dining with TWELVE

GUESTS in formal evening attire. Behind him, a JAZZ TRIO and a

STRIPTEASE ARTIST are hard at work. Mr. Reindeer smiles and leans over

very close to a beautiful WOMAN sitting to his left.

MR. REINDEER

Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet,

eating her curds and whey... Along

came a spider and sat down beside her,

and extended his hand out to play.

With this, he reaches under the table between her legs. She turns red

and Mr. Reindeer laughs and lights a cigarette.

MR. REINDEER

Oh dear... Another Miss Dull C*nt.

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