Wild At Heart Page #19

SAILOR:

She really say she was pregnant?

BOBBY:

(smiles - puts a hand on

Sailor’s shoulder)

Just took a guess is all... You

in or out on this deal?

SAILOR:

(looking at Bobby’s hand

on his shoulder)

I ain’t f***in’ sure, Bobby.

BOBBY:

Don’t think about it too long.

(nods toward Sailor’s mug)

You had enough?

SAILOR:

(finishing his beer)

Have now.

BOBBY:

Come on outside, I got somethin’

to show ya.

136A. EXT. ROARITA’S - LATE AFTERNOON/EVENING

Bobby looks around in the purple twilight before he opens the trunk of

the Eldorado. He peels back a brown army blanket.

BOBBY:

That’s a double-barreled, sawed-off,

Ithaca shotgun with a carved pistol

grip stock wrapped with adhesive tape.

Next to it’s a cold Smith and Wesson

.32 handgun with a six inch barrel.

These’ll do ’er... Loosen up that

five grand... Two and a half for you

and the little lady...

Bobby closes the trunk. Sailor stands - hesitating to commit.

BOBBY:

How much money you have between the

two a’ya right now?...

SAILOR:

Forty bucks...

BOBBY:

This is easy money, pardner... No

ones gonna get hurt in this thing...

And I don’t think you can afford not

to take it... I’ll be bringin’ the

Eldo ’round the front of the motel

at ten tomorrow mornin’... If you

ain’t a p*ssy - you’ll be there.

Sailor stares at him and his fist clenches.

SAILOR:

I don’t particularly care for that

kind of talk, Bobby.

BOBBY:

Hey... I never said you was a p*ssy...

Always figured you had the big ol’

round balls for this kind’a thing...

Sure would set you and that pretty

little girl up good.

SAILOR:

Yeah ... yeah... I guess so...

That kind’a money’d get us a long

way down that yellow brick road...

Bobby c*cks his head and squints at him questioningly.

SAILOR:

...But DAMN man... This better go

smooth.

BOBBY:

Like takin’ candy from a f***in’

baby...

CUT TO:

137. INT. IGUANA MOTEL - SAILOR AND LULA’S ROOM - NIGHT

Sailor bends over the bed and kisses Lula’s hair above her left ear.

LULA:

You been drinkin’, huh?

SAILOR:

Few beers is all. Feelin’ any better?

Lula rolls onto her back.

LULA:

Can’t tell yet. Where’d you go?

SAILOR:

That smell’s still fillin’ this

room good.

LULA:

Buddy and Sparky come by earlier.

SAILOR:

(looks right into her eyes)

And Bobby too, I hear...

LULA:

(can’t look at him)

Yeah... He was lookin’ for you.

SAILOR:

You talk to ’im some?...

LULA:

Some... Sparky said Red’s promised

to have him and Buddy out of here

by the weekend.

SAILOR:

Oughta make ’em happy.

LULA:

So where’d you say you was?

SAILOR:

(can’t look at her)

Went with Bobby.

Sailor sits on the bed and starts undressing.

LULA:

Sail?

SAILOR:

Uh huh?

LULA:

Let’s leave here.

SAILOR:

We’re goin’ to, Lula, real soon.

LULA:

I mean tomorrow.

SAILOR:

We got about forty bucks, sweetheart.

That’d get us to El Paso.

LULA:

Rather be in El Paso than Big Tuna.

Sailor gets into bed.

SAILOR:

You shouldn’t be smokin’ if you’re

pregnant. Ain’t smart.

Lula sticks a More between her lips and lights it. She takes a deep

drag, blows out the smoke, and stares at Sailor.

LULA:

Who says I’m smart? You up to

somethin’ with Bobby Peru, Sailor?

SAILOR:

What could I be up to, Lula?

LULA:

He’s a stone f***in’ criminal, honey,

and you ain’t.

SAILOR:

I killed Bob Ray Lemon, didn’t I?

LULA:

That was a accident. I bet both our

asses Bobby Peru done murdered all

kinds of people, and meant it, too.

SAILOR:

That was in Vietnam.

LULA:

He’s the kind liked it.

SAILOR:

Lula, I got to get some sleep.

LULA:

Buddy told me about that thing at

Cao Ben?

SAILOR:

What?

LULA:

Was a massacre. Soldiers there

murdered old folks, women and babies,

and dumped ’em in a trench. Bobby

Peru prob’ly killed the most.

SAILOR:

Lula, he mighta did, I don’t know.

But it don’t matter now. Lotta guys

go outta control in a war and it

ain’t their fault.

Lula puffs hard on her cigarette.

LULA:

I sure enjoy smokin’, Sailor. I

hate that it’s bad for you.

Sailor turns on his side, away from Lula, and pulls a pillow over his

head.

LULA:

That man’s a black angel, Sailor.

You hook up with him, you’ll regret

it. If you live to.

SAILOR:

Thanks, darlin’, I know you got my

best interest in mind, and I

’preciate it sincerely. I love

you, but I gotta sleep now.

Lula lights a second More off the first one and stubs out the butt on

the dresser top.

LULA:

This whole worlds wild at heart and

weird on top.

Lula turns over, away from Sailor.

LULA:

(softly)

I wish you really, truly loved me...

I wish you’d sing me “Love Me Tender”

... I wish I was somewhere over

that rainbow... Sh*t. Sh*t, sh*t,

sh*t.

CU of Sailor’s eyes - he remembers.

CUT TO:

138. INT. BAY ST. CLEMENT HOTEL - STAIRCASE - NIGHT

Sailor and Lula are walking down the carpeted stairs when Sailor is

called by BOB RAY LEMON, who is coming down towards them fast. Marietta

stands at the top - watching.

BOB RAY:

Hey Sailor... Wait a minute... I

got somethin’ for ya.

As Bob Ray passes Lula on the stairs - he puts his hand between her

legs. Sailor starts to see red. Bob Ray smiles and steps down to

Sailor. He leans in and whispers in Sailor’s ear.

BOB RAY:

Sh*t, man... Marietta says you been

tryin’ to f*** her in the toilets

for the past ten minutes... You

crazy f***in’ bad boy tryin’ to

f*** your girl’s mama... How do

you think that cute little c*nt Lula

would feel about that? Hey, take a

look at this...

(shows Sailor one thousand

dollars in cash)

Marietta just gave me this to kill

you right now, and afterward she

said Lula was mine to f*** all the

way into next Sunday.

Bob Ray pulls a knife, but Sailor’s fist is already halfway through Bob

Ray’s brain. From there, Sailor steps firmly into the crazy zone.

Amidst blood-curdling hysterical screams from a growing throng of

SOUTHERN BELLES, Sailor starts taking Bob Ray apart limb by limb and

doesn’t stop until Bob Ray lays completely destroyed and completely dead

at the foot of the stairs. The crowd of formally dressed onlookers

stand aghast. Sailor stares up at Marietta. Both their eyes burning

with hate.

CUT TO:

139. INT. IGUANA MOTEL - SAILOR AND LULA’S ROOM - NIGHT

Sailor is dripping with sweat. His teeth are clenched tight and his

fists violently grip the sheets, as if any minute he could tear the bed

apart.

CUT TO:

140. INT. PERDITA DURANGO’S HOUSE - NIGHT

Bobby lets the screen door bang shut behind him as he comes in and roams

around the livingroom.

PERDITA:

Nice of you to drop by.

BOBBY:

Told ya I would. You still riled?

PERDITA:

(laughs)

You still screwing sixteen-year-olds

in the ass?

Bobby keeps circling.

BOBBY:

Ain’t never had no girl pull a blade

on me.

PERDITA:

Wish I’d f***in’ cut you up good.

BOBBY:

You heard from Reggie?

PERDITA:

Juana called. They’re stayin’

another week.

Bobby stops walking and stares at the photograph on the wall.

BOBBY:

Stayin’ a few extra days in the big

N.O., huh? This you?

Perdita turns her head and looks, then turns back.

PERDITA:

Yes.

We see the photo now. In it are Perdita along with her sister, Juana,

and her husband, Reggie, whom we recognize as the killers of Johnnie.

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