Wild At Heart Page #4

SANTOS:

Big is the key word, and I’m telling

you I want it bad.

MARIETTA:

I want you to get rid of Sailor.

SANTOS:

Get rid of him?

MARIETTA:

Yes... Get rid of him.

SANTOS:

How would I do that? Send him on a

trip - like maybe to Hawaii?

MARIETTA:

Santos, why in hell do you insist on

playin’ this stupid game?

SANTOS:

Just tell me what you want.

MARIETTA:

I don’t need to explain anymore’n I

have... You know damn well.

SANTOS:

You need to explain it.

MARIETTA:

All right... I want you ... to ...

kill ... Sailor... As simple as that.

SANTOS:

Simple? Kill him?... How?

MARIETTA:

That’s your business... I don’t care

how.

SANTOS:

Like an accident where maybe Lula

might also get hurt?

MARIETTA:

NO... For God’s sakes, Santos!

SANTOS:

Well, like kill him with the atomic

bomb?

MARIETTA:

Santos...

SANTOS:

Explain it... I told you.

MARIETTA:

Shoot him.

SANTOS:

Shoot him? Like with a gun?

MARIETTA:

Yes.

SANTOS:

Where?... In the leg?

MARIETTA:

No.

SANTOS:

Where?

MARIETTA:

In the head.

SANTOS:

Shoot Sailor in the head with a

gun... Now I’m beginning to get

it... You want me to shoot Sailor

in the head with a gun.

MARIETTA:

Yes.

SANTOS:

But where in the head?... Not the

chin, I hope.

MARIETTA:

No... In the brains... What little

I’m sure he has.

SANTOS:

You want me to shoot Sailor in the

brains with a gun.

MARIETTA:

Yes.

SANTOS:

Through the forehead?

MARIETTA:

Yes.

SANTOS:

Wrong! It’s much better to blow a

hole in the back of the head ...

right toward the bridge of the nose

... Lots and lots of irreparable

damage.

MARIETTA:

See! I knew you had it all under

control.

SANTOS:

Why didn’t you send Johnnie Farragut?

MARIETTA:

Maybe I did... Try New Orleans first...

Lula can’t ever stop talkin’ ’bout that

town.

SANTOS:

On one condition...

He pauses and smiles strangely.

SANTOS:

You give me your permission to kill

Johnnie Farragut.

MARIETTA:

(whisper)

Santos... No... Please, Santos...

SANTOS:

You’re not tellin’ me that you’re

sweet on him?

MARIETTA:

No... But...

SANTOS:

One day he’s gonna find out what

we’re up to with Mr. Reindeer, and

he could cause us a lot of trouble.

They stare at each other for a moment.

SANTOS:

I’m gonna take your silence as a

“yes”...

MARIETTA:

Santos... I can’t...

SANTOS:

Shhhh... It’s all right... Also, I

either take you or that pretty

daughter of yours to bed.

MARIETTA:

You f***er, don’t you ever touch

Lula - You f***er, I’ll kill you.

SANTOS:

(laughing)

Put your shoulders back.

MARIETTA:

What?

SANTOS:

Put your shoulders back, I said.

Marietta puts her shoulders back and Santos comes and stands in front of

her.

SANTOS:

You got nice tits.

MARIETTA:

Someone’s gonna see us.

SANTOS:

(smiling as he starts

to feel her breasts)

That’s just another part of the price

to pay.

MARIETTA:

Santos... You kill that Sailor,

otherwise he’s gonna turn my baby

against me.

Santos lifts one hand up to Marietta’s chin and raises her face up

towards his.

SANTOS:

Look at me... There’s no turning back

on this... I’m gonna kill Sailor...

That’s for sure.

CUT TO:

36. INT. “THE HURRICANE” - A SPEED METAL CLUB - NIGHT

We see the sign which has all the letters tipped way over to the right -

as if in a hurricane. Two leaning palm trees border the sign.

One hundred decibels of speed metal. We see the name “Powermad” on the

bass drum.

The BAND segues into “Slaughter House” and it’s a hot one. Sailor grabs

Lula and they start dancing like two jacked-up spastics in an electrical

storm. a few PUNKS actually stop dancing to watch Sailor and Lula.

They thought they’d seen everything.

CU of Lula and Sailor - they’re in love and dancing hot. An IDIOT PUNK

moves close to Lula and rubs up against her as he dances by. Sailor

turns to the lead guitar player and signals him to stop the music

immediately. Suddenly everything is deathly quiet. Sailor gives the

man a fully extended “Reno point”...

SAILOR:

Are you going to provide me with an

opportunity to prove my love to my

girl? Or are you gonna save

youself some trouble and step up

like a gentleman and apologize to her?

IDIOT PUNK:

Don’t f*** with me, man. You look

like a clown in that stupid jacket.

SAILOR:

This is a snakeskin jacket, and for

me it’s a symbol of my individuality

and my belief in personal freedom.

IDIOT PUNK:

...A**hole.

SAILOR:

(as he moves toward the Idiot Punk)

Come here.

LULA:

Sailor, honey...

The Idiot Punk tries to hit Sailor, but Sailor slaps him so hard his

knees almost bend backwards. The Idiot Punk goes down - fighting back

tears and holding his cheek.

SAILOR:

(helping him up)

I’m sorry to do this to ya here

in front of a crowd, but I want ya

to stand up and make a nice apology

to my girl.

IDIOT PUNK:

(to Lula)

I’m sorry.

LULA:

Hell, you just rubbed up against

the wrong girl is all.

SAILOR:

That’s good... Now go get yourself

a beer.

(turning to the band)

You fellas have alotta the same power

Elvis had... Y’all know this one?...

Sailor starts to sing an Elvis Presley song, “Love Me.” As the band

joins in with a perfect back-up - Sailor sings to Lula. The Speed Metal

crowd is mesmerized.

DISSOLVE TO:

37. INT. CAPE FEAR HOTEL - NIGHT

CU of pink - the whole screen is filled with pink nylon. Panning down,

we see Lula’s breasts, which stand up and say “hello.” Lula puts on her

favorite pink shortie nightgown.

LULA:

Why didn’t ya sing “Love Me Tender”?

... You told me that was your

favorite love song.

Sailor turns around from his sprawled on the bed position watching The

Dating Game show.

SAILOR:

’Cause I’m only gonna sing that song

to my wife.

Lula makes a face. She lies down on the bed next to Sailor.

LULA:

What you want to watch this trash for?

Ain’t one of those people have a real

thought in their brain.

SAILOR:

That so?

(keeping his gaze on the TV)

You want to tell me what, if any,

real thoughts you had lately?

LULA:

What you have to get personal about

so quick? All I mean is you could

possibly read a book.

Sailor grunts.

LULA:

What’s that honey?

SAILOR:

We didn’t have no TV up at Pee Dee,

baby, you know?

Lula slides her head up and kisses Sailor on the cheek.

LULA:

I’m sorry, sweetie. I forget some

moments where all you been the last

two years.

SAILOR:

Twenty-three months, eighteen days is

all. Don’t need to make more’n it

was.

(referring to Dating Game show)

This couple’s goin’ on a date to

Hawaii. The girl chose him over the

other two guys.

LULA:

Don’t the reject guys get anythin’?

SAILOR:

Gift certificates to Kentucky Fried

Chicken.

LULA:

That don’t seem fair.

SAILOR:

Hell, why should the Datin’ Game be

different from real life? At least

them boys is gonna get somethin’ to

eat.

LATER - IN THE DARK

Sailor and Lula are in bed. Lula lays in Sailor’s arms.

LULA:

Sailor?

SAILOR:

Yeah?

LULA:

Wouldn’t it be fabulous if we somehow

stayed in love for the rest of our

lives?

SAILOR:

(laughing)

You think of the weirdest damn things

to say sometimes, peanut. Ain’t we

been doin’ a pretty fair job this far?

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