Wild At Heart Page #16

SAILOR:

They have, sugar.

LULA:

I take that as a sign that we were

destined by fate to be together.

SAILOR:

It’s a comfortin’ idea.

LULA:

Well, we’re really out in the middle

of it now, ain’t we?

SAILOR:

There’s worse places, honey.

LULA:

If you say so.

SAILOR:

Trust me on it.

LULA:

(turns to him)

I do trust you, Sailor. Like I

ain’t never trusted nobody before.

SAILOR:

(after a moment)

We’ll be al’right, peanut, long as

we’ve got room to move.

LULA:

(looking into the highway)

What’s that?

SAILOR:

I don’t know... Looks like clothes.

Sailor starts to slow down. The highway is suddenly littered with

clothes strewn everywhere and two open suitcases smashed near the side

of the road. Sailor slows down to a crawl. He and Lula turn to each

other - they’ve just seen TWO DEAD BODIES. One close to the side of the

highway - and other just off in the desert brush. Off behind is an

overturned car.

LULA:

Oh God, Sailor.

SAILOR:

One bad car accident...

LULA:

SAILOR!!!

Coming out of the darkness is a YOUNG GIRL, her clothes half torn off -

blood draining out of several deep wounds.

LULA:

Sailor, what are we gonna do?

SAILOR:

I don’t know, honey, but we gotta

help that girl - get her to a town and

hope no one catches on I broke parole.

They get out of the car and the girl comes toward them screaming.

GIRL:

(completely gone in shock)

I’ve got about five hundred dollars

in my wallet and I can’t find it...

My mother’s going to kill me. It’s

got all my cards in it... It was

in my pocket... Now my pockets gone.

MY PURSE IS GONE!!! NOW SHE TELLS ME.

The girl starts walking back toward the car.

SAILOR:

Let’s get ahold a’ her quick.

LULA:

You think she’s gonna make it?

SAILOR:

Don’t know, but she’s gonna bleed

all over our car, I’ll tell ya that...

(to Girl)

Hey... Hello... Girl... You gotta

come with us, honey.

Sailor reaches out cautiously and takes hold of the girl’s arm.

GIRL:

OWWW GOD!!! LEAVE ME ALONE...

ROBERT!!!... Sh*t, I got this damn

sticky stuff in my hair...

She keeps digging her fingers into a bloody wound in her head.

GIRL:

Gotta find my wallet.

(to Sailor)

Don’t you say one word of this to

my mother. God, she’s gonna kill me.

The girls falls to one knee and struggles to get back up. Sailor and

Lula each take an arm and try to help her.

GIRL:

WHERE’S MY HAIRBRUSH?...

Sailor and Lula help the girl stand, but her eyes start rolling back and

a bunch of fresh blood comes gushing up out of her mouth.

LULA:

I can’t take this, Sailor. She’s

dyin’ right in front of our eyes...

SAILOR:

I’m afraid she is, baby.

Sailor kneels down next to the girl and runs his hand gently across her

forehead.

GIRL:

(wide-eyed now)

Get my lipstick...

(whisper)

It’s in my purse.

The girl dies. Sailor and Lula hold real still for a moment. Lula

starts to cry.

LULA:

She died right in front of me. Why’d

she have to go and do that, Sailor?

SAILOR:

Let’s get outta here, honey.

Before getting up, Sailor lets his hand come off the girl’s forehead

down over her eyes - closing them. He puts his hand on her cheek then

gets up. He puts his arm around Lula and they go back to her car.

Sailor helps Lula in on her side and closes the door for her. He goes

around, gets in and looks over at Lula, who breaks down crying harder.

Sailor starts the car and takes off.

FADE OUT:

FADE IN:

123. INT. THUNDERBIRD - BIG TUNA - MORNING

The Thunderbird drives past a large stucco fish on a rock stand which

has a sign on it that says “BIG TUNA, TEXAS.” Sailor cruises the T-Bird

along the main street of Big Tuna, eye-balling the place.

SAILOR:

Well, it ain’t exactly Emerald City...

LULA:

Not quite as bad as the weather though...

It must be a hundred and ten and it

ain’t even noon yet.

123A. EXT. IGUANA MOTEL - MORNING

Sailor pulls the car up in front of the Iguana Motel.

SAILOR:

This’ll do.

CUT TO:

124. INT. IGUANA MOTEL - DAY

The room is simple: double bed, dresser, mirror, chair, sink, toilet,

bathtub (no shower), electric fan, window overlooking the street.

SAILOR:

Not bad for eleven dollars a day.

LULA:

No radio or TV...

She strips off the spread, tosses it in a corner and sits down on the

bed.

LULA:

And no AC.

SAILOR:

Fan works.

LULA:

Now what?

SAILOR:

Let’s get a sandwich and find out

about some work.

LULA:

Sailor?

SAILOR:

Yeah?

LULA:

This ain’t exactly my most thrillin’

notion of startin’ a new life.

They stare at each other. Lula suddenly feels sick to her stomach and

slumps down on the edge of the bed.

LULA:

I’m gonna stay here in this room,

Sailor. I don’t feel so good? This

heat makes me tired.

SAILOR:

Okay, honey, I’ll see you later.

CUT TO:

125. EXT. RED’S GARAGE - DAY

A tall, skinny man, RED, in his early thirties with wild, uncombed hair

the color of pomegranate, walks out of the garage.

SAILOR:

You Red?

RED:

(with a smile)

Well, I ain’t Blackie.

Sailor holds out his right hand to shake.

SAILOR:

Name’s Sailor Ripley. Katy over at

the drugstore thought you might have

some work I could do.

Red extends his oil-blackened right hand and shakes.

RED:

Things ain’t real hot right now.

Rex, there though,

(nodding toward a half-naked

man burrowed under an ’83 Buick)

is about to relocate in about a week

to San Angelo. I might could use a

man when he does... You good with

engines?

SAILOR:

I ain’t no Enzo Ferrari, but they

used to call me Wrench when I was a

kid.

RED:

We’ll see how she goes then when

Rex takes off. Check back.

Two men, SPARKY and BUDDY, both about forty, walk up to Red. One of

them wears a grey baseball cap with a Confederate flag on it and the

other has an LBJ straw Stetson.

SPARKY:

How’s it look?

RED:

Reckon the head’s cracked, like I

thought.

SPARKY:

Sh*t, that’s what I was afraid of.

RED:

I’ll get you foreigners a beer.

BUDDY:

(to Sailor)

I’m Buddy, and this here’s Sparky.

Sailor introduces himself to Sparky and Buddy and Rex. They all shake

hands or nod and move out of the sun to drink their beers.

SAILOR:

My girl and I are lookin’ for a

place to settle. We’re bunked down

at the Iguana Motel.

SPARKY:

So are we. It’s the only motel in

Big Tuna. Have you met Bobby ‘Just

Like The Country’ Peru yet?

SAILOR:

No, we just got in a hour and a

half ago.

BUDDY:

You will. He’s the Mr. Fix-It at

the Iguana. His truck broke down

here a couple of months ago.

REX:

Escaped con. Man got some serious

prison tattoos.

RED:

Ever’body got a past.

BUDDY:

Just some got more future in ’em

than others.

REX:

That ain’t no lie.

Sailor finishes his beer, stands it on the ground and steps on it,

crushing it flat.

SAILOR:

Been nice meetin’ y’all. ’Preciate

the beer. I’ll be seein’ y’all

soon.

BUDDY:

Very soon.

SPARKY:

One thing about bein’ in Big Tuna:

you don’t have much choice about who

you see and who you don’t.

CUT TO:

126. EXT. IGUANA BANK - DAY

The temperature on the tower reads “One Hundred Twelve.”

CUT TO:

127. INT. IGUANA MOTEL - DAY

In front of the door there is a large, damp spot on the rug where about

a hundred and fifty flies are buzzing and landing. Sailor sees this

when he opens the door. He steps across the large spot and finds Lula

just waking up on the bed.

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