Wild At Heart Page #6

LULA:

Maybe my mama cares for me just a

little too much...

SAILOR:

Yeah, maybe...

Sailor’s eyes seem to be thinking back...

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51. INT. BAY ST. CLEMENT HOTEL - HALLWAY ABOVE BALLROOM - NIGHT

We see an empty carpeted hallway and can hear a ballroom dance band

playing in the distance. Sailor obviously slightly drunk, comes down

the hall. He carefully, almost losing his balance, places his drink

outside the MEN’S ROOM and enters. Marietta standing down at the other

end of the hall - also drunk - smiles and stares at the MEN’S ROOM door

through her glazed eyes. Sailor enters the MEN’S ROOM.

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52. INT. MEN’S ROOM - BAY ST. CLEMENT HOTEL - NIGHT

Sailor steps up to a urinal and starts doing his business. Marietta

suddenly appears - drunk and laughing. She grabs him and pulls him into

a stall - closing and locking the door behind them.

MARIETTA:

Hey, Sailor boy, you wanna f*** Lula’s

mama?...

SAILOR:

No.

MARIETTA:

Well, she wants to f*** you.

She starts trying to French kiss Sailor when an OLD MAN comes in to

urinate and Sailor and Marietta freeze - in a kiss. Sailor is going

crazy in one way (wishing this wasn’t happening.) Marietta is going

crazy in another. The man finishes and as he leaves...

OLD MAN:

(covering his eyes from

seeing them)

Lousy f***in’ homosexuals...

SAILOR:

(instantly pulling away

from Marietta)

What are you, sick?... I’m with Lula.

MARIETTA:

No... I just wanted to kiss you

good-bye... You know too much ’bout

little Lula’s mom...

SAILOR:

Whattya mean?

MARIETTA:

Well, Johnnie told me you used to

drive for Clyde and Santos...

SAILOR:

So?

MARIETTA:

So maybe one night you got a little

too close to the fire... And you’re

gonna get burned, baby... And

besides that, you’re sh*t... D’you

think I’d let my little girl go with

sh*t like you?... Why, you belong

right here in one of these toilets.

SAILOR:

You’re gonna have to kill me to keep

me away from Lula.

MARIETTA:

Oh, don’t worry ’bout that...

CUT TO:

INT. CAPE FEAR HOTEL - NIGHT

SAILOR:

It’s a prob’lm I don’t think’s gonna

go away too soon though... Peanut,

I’m thinkin’ of breakin’ parole and

takin’ you out to sunny California.

LULA:

Sailor!

SAILOR:

You up for that?

LULA:

I’d got to the far end of the world

for you, baby... You know I would.

SAILOR:

Those toenails dry yet? We got some

dancin’ to do.

We drift down Lula’s long white legs to her blood red toenails.

CUT TO:

54. INT. “THE HURRICANE BAR” - NIGHT

CU of Lula’s dancing feet in black spiked-heel sandals exposing blurred

blood red toenails. Lula and Sailor are at it again - dancing as if

plugged in to the main power plant.

DISSOLVE TO:

55. INT. BAR - BACK OF “THE HURRICANE” - NIGHT

Drenched in sweat, Sailor and Lula sit at a corner table chug-a-lugging

“Rolling Rock” during the band’s break. Lula notices a girl in the

corner eye-balling Sailor. She splits her attention between the girl

and Sailor.

LULA:

...That’s an awful long way to go,

just to get some p*ssy.

SAILOR:

Yeah, I had my first taste on that

trip to Juarez. At that age you

still got a lot of energy.

LULA:

You still got plenty energy for

me, baby.

Lula has had enough of the girl staring at Sailor.

LULA:

Take a picture, b*tch... It’ll

last longer.

GIRL:

Oh yeah?

LULA:

I’ll slap those eyes right outta

your head.

The girl gets up in a huff and leaves.

LULA:

Sorry, baby... When’s the first

time you done it with a girl who

wasn’t hookin’?

SAILOR:

Maybe two, three months after Juarez.

I was visitin’ my cousin, Junior

Train, in Savannah, and we were at

some kid’s house whose parents were

out of town. A girl comes up to me

that was real tall, taller than me.

CUT TO:

56. INT. JUNIOR TRAIN’S FRIEND’S HOUSE - KITCHEN - SAVANNAH

We see what he talks about.

SAILOR:

(voice-over)

She looked right at me and run her

tongue over her lips and put her

hand on my arm - told me her name

was Irma.

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57. INT. BAR - BACK OF “THE HURRICANE” - NIGHT

LULA:

What’d you say to her?

SAILOR:

Told her my name. Then she said

somethin’ like, ‘It’s so noisy

down here. Why don’t we go

upstairs so we can hear ourselves?’

She turned around and led the way.

I knew I had an important lesson

to learn that day.

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58. INT. JUNIOR TRAIN’S FRIEND’S HOUSE - STAIRWAY - NIGHT

We see what he talks about.

SAILOR:

(voice-over)

When she got almost to the top step

I stuck my hand between her legs

from behind.

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59. INT. BAR - BACK OF “THE HURRICANE” - NIGHT

LULA:

Oh, baby. What a bad boy you are!

SAILOR:

(laughing)

That’s just what she said. I had

a boner with a capital “O.” I

went to kiss her but she broke off

laughin’ and ran down the hallway.

I found her lyin’ on a bed in a room

filled with assault weapons and

Penthouse magazines. She was a wild

chick. She was wearin’ bright orange

pants with kind of Spanish lookin’ lacy

black stripes down the sides. You

know, them kind that doesn’t go all

the way down your leg?

LULA:

You mean like pedal pushers?

SAILOR:

I guess.

CUT TO:

60. INT. JUNIOR TRAIN’S FRIEND’S HOUSE - BEDROOM NIGHT

We see what he talks about.

SAILOR:

(voice-over)

She just rolled over onto her stomach

and stuck her ass up in the air. I

slid my hand between her legs and

she closed her thighs on it.

CUT TO:

61. INT. BAR - BACK OF “THE HURRICANE” - NIGHT

LULA:

You’re excitin’ me, honey. What’d

she do?

SAILOR:

Her face was half-pushed into the

pillow, and she looked back over

her shoulder at me and said, ‘I

won’t suck you. Don’t ask me to

suck you.’

LULA:

Poor baby. She don’t know what she

missed. What color hair she have?

SAILOR:

Sorta brown, blonde, I guess. But

dig this, sweetie. Then she turns

over, peels off them orange pants,

and spreads her legs real wide and

says to me...

CUT TO:

62. INT. JUNIOR TRAIN’S FRIEND’S HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT

IRMA:

(her smiling face)

Take a bite of peach.

CUT TO:

63. INT. BAR - BACK OF “THE HURRICANE” - NIGHT

LULA:

(howls)

Jesus, honey! You more’n sorta

got what you come for... You

better rum me back to the hotel,

baby... You got me hotter’n

Georgia asphalt.

SAILOR:

Say no more... But go easy on me,

sweetheart... Tomorrow we got alotta

drivin’ to do.

(he takes out a cigarette and laughs)

Hotter’n Georgia asphalt?

ECU of match striking and bursting into flames.

WHITE OUT:

CUT TO:

64. INT. THUNDERBIRD CONVERTIBLE - DAY

Sailor is at the wheel of the dark blue ’67 Thunderbird convertible.

They are flying down a two-lane Southern highway.

LULA:

I’ll drop mama a postcard from

somewhere. I mean, I don’t want her

to worry no more’n necessary.

SAILOR:

What do you mean by necessary? She’s

prob’ly already called the cops, my

parole officer, her p.i. boyfriend

Johnnie Farragut.

LULA:

I suppose so. She knew I was bound

to see you soon as you was sprung,

but I don’t figure she counted on

us takin’ off together like this...

I guess this means you’re breakin’

parole, then?

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