Wild At Heart Page #18

SAILOR:

I didn’t see nothin’...

PERDITA:

Yeah... But I did... And I told you

all about it...

SAILOR:

Is there a contract?... We made a

deal once that we’d tip each

other off if we ever heard.

PERDITA:

I know... I remember.

SAILOR:

Well?...

PERDITA:

I ain’t heard of nothin’.

SAILOR:

Thanks...

Sailor goes back to his car and takes off.

CUT TO:

133. INT. INGUANA MOTEL - SAILOR AND LULA’S ROOM - DAY

Bobby is pacing around the room.

BOBBY:

Hey... You gotta smell in this room

of puke... You been pukin’ in here,

little girl? Huh?... You sick?...

Pregnant?

LULA:

(flinches)

You used the toilet, now you can go

- what I do around here ain’t any

of your business, that’s for sure.

BOBBY:

You know, I really do like a woman

with tits like yours that talks

tough and acts like she can f***

like a bunny... Can you f*** like

that?... You like it like a bunny?...

Huh?... Cause baby, I’ll f*** you

like a real good like a big ol’ jack-

rabbit bunny... Jump all around in

that hole... Bobby Peru doesn’t come

up for air.

LULA:

Get out.

BOBBY:

Am I scarin’ ya?... Your p*ssy wet?

... Come on ... is it?...

(moves his hand toward her)

Hey, don’t jump back so slow... I

thought you was a bunny... Bunny

jump fast - you jump back slow...

Mean somethin’, don’t it?... Means

somethin’ to me... Means you want

Bobby Peru... You want Bobby Peru

to f*** you hard baby - open you

up like a Christmas present.

Suddenly Bobby jumps back, shakes his head and straightens his hair.

BOBBY:

Hey... I’m sorry... I don’t think

I’m bein’ too polite here ... and

I apologize... Hell... A man sees

a pretty woman and first thing he

knows, he loses his manners... Sure

sign of modern times... Next thing

ya know, his old hand’ll start

crawlin’ around where it oughtn’t to

go... I’ll be real honest with ya...

I’d like to f*** you and tear you

open like a paycheck envelope...

Will you be honest with me - would

you like me to do it?... Just a

simple yes or no...

He steps a little closer to her.

BOBBY:

Just feel me breathin’ on you...

And you’ll know I mean business when

it comes to f***in’.

With all the strength she can muster, Lula slaps Bobby across the face.

LULA:

GET OUT!!!

Bobby grabs on to her hard.

BOBBY:

Bobby Peru grab you now... Hold

you tight... Feel everythin’ in you

now... Stay quiet... Say “f*** me”

and then I’ll leave.

LULA:

(struggling)

No way... GET OUT!!!

BOBBY:

Say it!... I’LL TEAR YOUR F***IN’

HEART OUT, GIRL... Say “f*** me”

soft - then I’ll leave. Say “f***

me”... Whisper it... Then I’ll

leave... Say it... Say it - Say

it - Say it...

Bobby moves in very close to her - Lula’s trembling. Bobby puts his

hand on her neck and moves it up and down behind her ear.

BOBBY:

Say it... Then I’ll leave... Whisper

it... Whisper it... Whisper it...

Whisper “f*** me”...

His hand moves down over her breasts - down across her stomach - and

down. Lula’s left hand opens and spreads wide.

BOBBY:

Whisper it... Whisper “f*** me”...

Whisper... Whisper... Whisper...

Whisper...

LULA:

(whispers)

F*** me.

BOBBY:

Someday honey, I will... But I

have to be goin’ now... Conta i

no joras...

Bobby leaves smiling and slams the door. Lula stands trembling clicking

her heels together.

LULA:

(whispers)

Sailor...

CUT TO:

134. EXT. IGUANA MOTEL - AFTERNOON

Sailor is just about finished changing the oil in the Thunderbird when

Bobby Peru pulls up in the maroon Eldo.

BOBBY:

Need a hand?

SAILOR:

Thanks, Bobby, ’bout done.

Sailor throws some stuff in the trunk and closes the lid.

BOBBY:

How ’bout a beer?

SAILOR:

That’d be fine, Bobby.

BOBBY:

Let’s go by Rosarita’s. You been

there yet?

SAILOR:

No, haven’t heard of it.

BOBBY:

Thought maybe Sparky and Buddy’d

taken ya. Come on, I’ll drive.

134A. INT. ELDORADO - BIG TUNA - DAY

They get into the Cadillac and Bobby takes off down Big Tuna’s main

drag.

SAILOR:

This your car?

BOBBY:

(laughs)

Hell, no, belongs to my girl’s sister.

The sister’s been over to New Orleans,

lets us have it while she’s gone.

Where’s that pretty little lady of

yours today?

SAILOR:

Restin’ in our room. She ain’t been

feelin’ well.

BOBBY:

Sorry to hear it.

SAILOR:

New Orleans, huh?... We was just there.

CUT TO:

135. EXT. ROSARITA’S - DAY

Bobby parks the Eldo in among half a dozen pick-up trucks.

BOBBY:

Used to be this was a Mobil. Man

converted it into a private club and

named it after his wife. She left

him and he shot himself. The wife

owns it now.

CUT TO:

136. INT. ROSARITA’S - DAY

They enter a long, dark room where a DOZEN MEN, most of them wearing

cowboy hats, sit on stools at a bar drinking beer out of frosted mugs.

BOBBY:

No hard liquor here. Just beer.

They claim two stools.

BOBBY:

Couple Stars, Jimmy.

The BARTENDER brings over two bottle and two mugs - then walks back to

the other end of the bar.

SAILOR:

Thought you said this was a private

club. How come I’m allowed in

without bein’ a member?

BOBBY:

You black?

SAILOR:

No.

BOBBY:

You an indian?

SAILOR:

No.

BOBBY:

Then you’re a member... Three or

four millionaires in here right now.

SAILOR:

(looking around)

They look like a bunch of good ol’

boys to me. I guess it’s oil money,

huh?

BOBBY:

Oil, gas, cattle, farmin’. Ain’t

nobody shows off around here. Iguana

County’s one of the richest in Texas.

SAILOR:

Wouldn’ta guessed it, that’s sure.

BOBBY:

Ready for another?

SAILOR:

Why not?

DISSOLVE TO:

LATER:

Bobby returns from the jukebox and sits down next to Sailor.

BOBBY:

Q-7, three times. Pee Wee King’s

“Waltz of Regret,” my favorite tune.

Pee Wee’s steel guitar ripples through the cigarette haze and buzzes

around Sailor’s head. His reflection wobbles in the long mirror behind

the bar.

BOBBY:

I been studyin’ a situation over in

Lobo, take two men to handle it.

SAILOR:

What’s that?

BOBBY:

Feed store keeps up to five K in

their safe. Need me a good boy for

back-up. Even split. You interested?

Sailor stares at Bobby and works hard to focus his eyes.

SAILOR:

No... I don’t think so, man.

BOBBY:

Be easy, Sailor. There’s two employees.

I take one in the back to open the

safe, you keep the other’n covered...

You ain’t plannin’ on raisin’ a

fam’ly in Big Tuna, are ya?

SAILOR:

(on the alert)

Whattaya mean family?

BOBBY:

(smiling)

Well... I mean like Lula bein’ in

a family way.

SAILOR:

(a tinge of jealousy/fear)

Lula tell you she’s pregnant?

Bobby grins, showing those three brown teeth.

BOBBY:

Couple grand or more’d give you two

a leg up. Get you to the west

coast, Mexico, most anyplace, with

a few dollars in your jeans. I

got it figured good, Sailor.

SAILOR:

When did you talk to Lula?

BOBBY:

Talked to her this afternoon...

While you was out.

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