《我心狂野》WildAtHeart
w i l d a t h e a r t
a love story
written by
david lynch
based on the book by
barry gifford
and now the story of sailor and lula.....
1. ext. city street - day
a man rides a screaming massive japanese motorcycle - wound out to
maximum r.p.m. up the street.
cut to:
2. sign by roadside
the sign reads 揔ids playing - speed bumps?
cut to:
3. ext. city street - day
with a whine from hell, the front tire of the motorcycle hits a speed
bump.
the motorcycle becomes airborne and on the way up slices itself in half
as it scrapes along the full length of a datsun kingcab.
in the air, the rider and motorcycle twist violently as they fly by.
the motorcycle bounces off a black ?6 chevrolet and makes a sound like
the end of the world.
the rider hits the same chevy a moment later. like a broken ragdoll
shot from a canon, the man punches through the back window blowing glass
for a block. he stops somewhere under the front seat and a bubble of
blood forms out his nose.
the motorcycle continues on sliding and spinning with an ear-piercing
howl for one entire city block.
cut to:
4. ext. neighborhood streets - vacant lot - day
two rabid dogs fight ferociously in a vacant lot - ripping each other抯
flesh. an old couple, both with walkers, inch painfully along nearby.
old woman
oh my god! ... why they doin?that?
old man
who the hell knows. what you have
in your mouth?
the old woman begins to turn away, covering her mouth with her hand.
old man
spit it out!!! ... pull your teeth
out ... doctor said. what you
tryin?to do? spit it out!!!
the old man grabs the old woman by the neck and squeezes. out comes a
tangled and sticky ball of hard fruit candies.
cut to:
5. wasp nest
a thousand wasps hover threateningly in the air around the nest. a
small group of hardened criminal nine-year olds sporting hideous grins,
bat the nest violently to and fro with sticks. one kid busies himself
shooting a large can of black flag garden spray into a crack in the
nest. another stomps half-dead wasps up and down the sidewalk. all the
kids are making animal noises of one sort or the other.
cut to:
6. int. fortune house - day
the telephone rings. marietta pace fortune, a rich southern woman
around fifty, carries her martini and rossi sweet vermouth drink across
the livingroom and answers the phone.
marietta
hello... who is this?...
cut to:
7. int. pee dee county work farm - day
a guard stands by as sailor ripley, twenty-three years old - lost
somewhere between the cool long-gone generation and a used-car salesman
- speaks on a prisoner phone in a green cement cubicle with one bench.
sailor
...sailor ripley... can i talk
to lula?
cut to:
6a. int. fortune house - day
marietta
there抯 no way in hell you can speak
to her and...
cut to:
7a. int. pee dee county work farm - day
sailor
what?...
cut to:
6b. int. fortune house - day
marietta
...yes you heard me... don抰 ever
call back here again.
marietta hangs up the phone as lula pace fortune, marietta抯 twenty-year
old daughter, comes quickly down the stairs.
lula
mama???
marietta
you know who it was and you know
you aren抰, and i mean are not
gonna see him ever... end of story.
lula
like hell.
marietta, her hand still on the telephone, grips the receiver so hard
her knuckles turn white.
cut to:
8. int. fortune house - lula扴 room upstairs - day
lula enters her room and cranks up her stereo. speed metal music jumps
up to around one hundred twenty decibels.
cut to:
9. int. pee dee county work farm - day
the guard escorts sailor away from the telephone and back to his cell.
the iron bars of the door slide across sailor抯 face and close with a
bang.
cut to:
10. ext. the music bar - night
a beat-up, red ?4 ford falcon station wagon filled with insane
teenagers on speed and pcp race out of control down the street past the
club - leaning out the car in every direction. they scream out to the
desolate-looking passerby.
teenagers
eat shit motherfuckers!!!!!!
the camera cranes up to the neon club sign and gets lost among the hot
pink neon, the frantic moths and the intense electric buzz.
cut to:
11. int. the music bar - night
lula and her friend, beany thorn, sit at a table drinking rum coca-colas
while watching and listening to a white blues band called the bleach
boys. the group segues smoothly from elmore james抯 揇ust my broom?
into robert johnson抯 揗e and the devil?and beany lets out a snort.
beany
i can dig this music... but not
that singer.
lula
why?... he抯 right in the groove.
beany
he抯 so ugly. guys with beards and
beer guts ain抰 quite my type.
lula
seein抯 how you抮e about as thick as
a used string of unwaxed dental floss,
don抰 know how you can criticize.
beany
yeah, well, if he says that all that
flab turns into dick at midnight,
he抯 a liar.
lula and beany laugh and swallow some of their drinks.
beany
so, sailor抯 gettin?out soon, and
you抮e gonna see him?
lula nods and crushes an ice cube with her back teeth and chews it.
lula
meetin?him at the gate. that phone
call this afternoon was the signal.
my deranged mama抯 hid the keys to
my car. but of course, i know
exactly where they are.
beany
i didn抰 hate me so much, i抎 feel
better wishin?you luck.
lula
can抰 all husbands be perfect, and
your elmo prob抣y wouldn抰a ever
got that second one pregnant, you
hadn抰 kicked his ass out.
beany
so you抮e gonna be needin?the
揵lue-bird?pretty soon?
lula
real soon ... i抣l be makin?the swap
tomorrow, and thanks again, beany.
the bleach boys kick into some kind of professor longhair swamp mambo.
cut to:
12. ext. bay st. clement - day
plumes of smoke from fires rise in the distance.
dissolve to:
13. int. fortune house - day
an empty livingroom. the smoke from the city fire appears during the
course of the dissolve to be in the livingroom - then it disappears.
an empty hallway.
an empty stairway.
13a. int. fortune house - marietta扴 bedroom - day
feet was across carpet.
a closet door opens.
a hand reaches into the pocket of a coat in her mother抯
closet. the hand comes out clutching car keys.
13b. int. fortune house - stairway - day
lula races down the stairs and through a door into the garage.
cut to:
14. ext. fortune house - day
the electronic garage door opens and lula drives her ?0 black camaro
out and away. the garage door closes automatically.
cut to:
15. ext. city streets - day
lula drives fast up a neighborhood street. she turns a corner and
disappears.
cut to:
16. int. beany thorn扴 garage - day
lula throws her car keys under the front seat and goes around to beany抯
?7 dark blue thunderbird convertible - fishes around under the t-bird抯
front seat for the keys - finds them - jumps in and takes off.
dissolve to:
17. ext. fortune house - day
marietta leaves her cadillac seville in her driveway and enters the
house. we can hear her calling out for lula in the distance. the
calling changes - it becomes angry. the garage door opens and marietta
comes storming out. she leaps in her caddy and peels out.
cut to:
18. int. 揝outhern time?bar - day
marietta enters the bar on the run. she calls out to the bartender...
marietta
where抯 johnnie? he抯 not in his office.
bartender
haven抰 seen 抜m yet today, marietta.
marietta
well i gotta find him - right this
minute!
cut to:
19. ext. pee dee county work farm - day
sailor is waiting out front as lula pulls up in her t-bird - throwing
out a cloud of dust. they抮e both smiling.
lula
hey baby...
sailor
peanut...
they kiss tenderly and then sailor walks around the car to get in while
lula opens up a suitcase and gets out his snakeskin jacket.
sailor
hey, my snakeskin jacket... thanks,
baby... did i ever tell you that
this here jacket for me is a symbol
of my individuality and my belief
in personal freedom?
lula
払out fifty thousand times. i got
us a room at the cape fear, and
guess what?... i hear powermad抯
at 揟he hurricane.?
sailor
stab it and steer.
lula tromps it and throws out an even larger cloud of dust.
cut to:
20. int. cape fear hotel - day
sailor and lula lay on the bed in the cape fear hotel listening to the
fan creak.
lula
did you ever think somethin?like
about the wicked witch of the east
comin?flyin?in?... did you ever
think somethin?and then later think
you抳e said it out loud to someone?
sailor
i really did miss your mind while i
was out at pee dee, honey. the
rest of you, too, of course. but
the way your head works is god抯 own
private mystery. what was it you
was thinkin?
lula
well, i was thinkin?about smokin?
actually... my mama smokes marlboros
now, used to be she smoked kools?
i stole 抏m from her beginnin?in
about sixth grade. when i got old
enough to buy my own, i bought those.
now i抳e just about settled on mores,
as you probably noticed? they抮e longer.
sailor
i guess i started smokin?when i was
about six... my mama was already
dead from lung cancer...
lula
what brand抎 she smoke?
sailor
camels, same as me... guess both
my mama and my daddy died of smoke
or alcohol related illness.
lula
gee, sailor. i抦 sorry, honey. i
never would have guessed it.
sailor
it抯 okay. i hardly used to see
them anyway. i didn抰 have much
parental guiding. the public defender
kept sayin?that at my parole hearin?
he was a good ol?boy, stood by me...
even brought me some cartons of
cigarettes from time to time.
lula
i抎 stand by you, sailor ... through
anything.
sailor
hell, peanut, you stuck with me after
i planted bob ray lemon. a man can抰
ask for more than that.
lula pulls sailor over to her and kisses him soft on the mouth.
lula
you move me, sailor, you really do.
you mark me the deepest.
sailor pulls down the sheet, exposing lula抯 breasts.
sailor
you抮e perfect for me, too.
lula
you remind me of my daddy, you know?
mama told me he liked skinny women
whose breasts were just a bit too
big for their bodies. he had a long
nose, too, like theirs. did i ever
tell you how he died?
sailor
in a fire, as i recall.
lula
started he couldn抰 remember things?
got real violent? mama kept tellin? me it was on account of lead poisoning
from cleanin?the old paint off our
house without usin?a mask... but
i don抰 know. seems like his brain
just fell apart in pieces.
cut to:
21. int. fortune house - kitchen - night
clyde fortune tears a door off the kitchen cabinets and strews the
cabinet contents all across the counter and floor. he puts his fist
through the kitchen window. he leaps on the counter and bats the
kitchen ceiling light - smashing it. he kicks over the refrigerator.
clyde
fuckin?bitch!!!!
cut to:
22. int. cape fear hotel - day
lula抯 eyes look off, remembering.
lula
finally in the middle of the one
night, with me and mama asleep
upstairs ... he poured kerosene over
himself and lit a match.
cut to:
23. int. fortune house - livingroom - night
clyde fortune, completely engulfed in fire, races across and back the
livingroom until he collapses in a fifties modern armchair. the drapes
behind him burst in flames.
lula
near burned down the house. we
got out just in time.
the whole livingroom goes up in flames.
cut to:
24. int. cape fear hotel - day
cu the red hot ash of lula抯 cigarette as she inhales deeply. as she
exha웃les a cloud of smoke she turns to sailor.
lula
it was a year before i met you.
sailor takes the cigarette out of lula抯 hand and puts it into the
ashtray by her bed. he pulls her to him and kisses her throat.
sailor
you have such a pretty, long neck,
like a swan.
lula
grandmama pace had a long, smooth
white neck. it was like on a
statue it was so white?
sailor drifts his thumb over lula抯 left nipple then cups her breast in
his hand. they kiss.
cut to:
25. int. fortune house - day
marietta pours johnnie farragut another shot of scotch.
marietta
i knew this would happen. soon as
that piece of filth got out of
pee dee, i knew there抎 be trouble.
he抯 just got some kind of influence
over her i can抰 decipher. there抯
somethin?wild in lula i don抰 know
where it comes from. you gotta find
抏m, johnnie.
johnnie
he served his time for what he did.
another thing... if lula went with
him of her own volition - willingly,
that is - there ain抰 much can be
done about it.
marietta
don抰 talk down to me, johnnie
farragut. i know what volition means,
and that抯 why i want sailor ripley
off the planet! he抯 pure slime and
it抯 leakin?all over my baby.
maybe you could push him into makin? some kinda move and then kill him
dead. you抎 only be defendin?
yourself, and with his record,
nobody抎 fuss.
johnnie pours himself another tumblerful of walker black label.
johnnie
i抣l locate lula, marietta, and if
she抯 with the ripley boy, i抣l
give him a talkin?to and try to
convince her to come back with me.
that抯 about all i can do.
he takes a long swallow from the tumbler. marietta begins to cry. she
blubbers for a few seconds, and then stops as abruptly as she抎 started.
her grey eyes glaze over.
marietta
i抣l hire a hit man if you don抰 want
to help me stop this thing. i抣l
call marcello santos.
johnnie
now, marietta, i am goin?to help you.
and don抰 be gettin?carried away.
you don抰 want to be bringin?santos
and his people into it.
marietta
you抮e just jealous of santos cause
he抯 sweet on me.
johnnie
darlin? you ain抰 seein?santos
again, are ya?
marietta
oh, johnnie farragut... don抰 you
trust your very own marietta?
johnnie
sorry, sweetheart. bein?in love
with you like i am brings out that
ugly jealous side.
marietta
well stop worryin?about me and
start worryin?about how you抮e
gonna get that lula back here and
away from that murderer.
johnnie
sailor ain抰 a murderer. you got to
get off that kick. and far抯 i can
tell, sailor was entire clean prior
to that involvin?lula. even there
he was protectin?her. you oughta
be thankin?him for that. that bob
ray lemon they say was comin?after
the both of 抏m. why am i tellin? you this, you was around that night.
you ought to know just exactly what
happened. sailor just got a little
too forceful is all... you remember
that night...
cu of marietta?eyes as she thinks back.
cut to:
26. int. bay st. clement hotel - ballroom - night
we see marietta standing in a carpeted hallway above the ballroom.
dance band music can be heard in the distance. sailor appears coming up
the hallway - slightly drunk - he carefully sets his drink on the carpet
outside the men扴 room.
marietta抯 pov of sailor entering the men扴 room.
cu of marietta抯 glazed eyes and smiling face.
marietta抯 pov of walking toward men扴 room.
cut to:
27. int. fortune house - day
marietta
maybe i was there, but i didn抰 see
anythin? all i know抯 that trash
killed a man with his bare hands.
hands which are now prob抣y all
over my baby!
johnnie
marietta, settle down now darlin?..
i want what抯 best for her, too -
like i said, i抣l do what i can to
bring her home.
cut to:
28. int. cape fear hotel - day
lula is standing in the bathroom of their room at the hotel fooling with
her hair in front of the mirror. sailor can see her through the doorway
from where he lays on the bed.
lula
sailor, you are somethin?else,
honey... when i was fifteen, mama
told me that pretty soon i抎 be
startin?to think about sex, and
i should talk to her before i did
anything about it.
sailor
but honey, i thought you told me
your uncle pooch raped you when
you was thirteen.
lula
that抯 true. uncle pooch wasn抰
really an uncle. he was a business
partner of my daddy抯? and my mama
never knew nothin?about me and
him - that抯 for damn sure. his real
name was somethin?kind of european,
like pucinski. but everyone just
called him pooch. he came around the
house sometimes when daddy was away.
i always figured he was sweet on
mama, so when he cornered me one
afternoon, i was surprised more抧
a little.
sailor
how抎 it happen, peanut? he just
pull out the old toad and let it
croak?
lula brushes away her bangs and frowns. she takes a cigarette from the
pack on the sink and lights it, then lets it dangle from her lips while
she teases her hair.
lula
you抮e terrible crude sometimes,
sailor, you know?
sailor
i can抰 hardly understand you when
you talk with one of them mores in
your mouth.
lula takes a long, slow drag on her more and sets it down on the edge of
the sink.
lula
i said you can be too crude sometimes?
i don抰 think i care for it.
sailor
sorry, sugar. go on and tell me how
old pooch done the deed.
lula
well, mama was at the busy bee havin? her hair dyed? and i was alone in
the house.
cut to:
29. int. fortune house - kitchen - day
we see what she talks about.
lula
uncle pooch came in the side door
through the porch, you know? where
i was makin?a jelly and banana
sandwich? i remember i had my hair
in curlers cause i was goin?that
night with vicki and cherry ann, the
desoto sisters. uncle pooch must have
known nobody but me was home, cause
he came right in and put both his
hands on my butt and sorta shoved me
up against the counter.
cut to:
30. int. cape fear hotel - day
sailor
didn抰 he say somethin?
lula shakes her head. she picks up her cigarette, takes a puff and
throws it into the toilet.
ecu of cigarette in toilet.
lula
not really. least not so i recall now.
lula flushes the toilet and watches the more come apart as it swirls
down the hole.
ecu of cigarette coming apart as it swirls.
sailor
so how抎 he finally nail you? right
there in the kitchen?
lula
no, he picked me up.
cut to:
31. int. fortune house - kitchen/maid扴 room - day
we see what she talks about.
lula
he was short but powerful. with
hairy arms? anyway, he carried me
into the maid抯 dayroom which nobody
used. we did it there on an old bed.
cut to:
32. int. cape fear hotel - day
sailor
慦e?did it? whattaya mean? didn抰
he force you?
lula
well, sure. but he was super-gentle,
you know? i mean, he raped me and
all, but i guess there抯 all
different kinds of rapes. i didn抰
exactly want him to do it but i
suppose once it started, it didn抰
seem all that terrible. it was over
pretty quick, and after uncle pooch
just stood there and pulled up his
trousers and left me there. i
stayed in bed till i heard him drive
off. then i just went back into
the kitchen and finished makin?my
sandwich.
sailor
and you never told nobody about it?
lula
just you. uncle pooch never acted
strange or different after. and he
never did anything else to me. i
always got a nice present from him
at christmas, like a coat or jewelry?
cut to:
33. two lane highway - day
one hundred twenty decibels - head on collision of a ?4 ford pick-up
and a ?4 chevy station wagon. no survivors. balls of flame and
grinding metal.
cut to:
34. int. cape fear hotel - day
lula
uncle pooch died in a car crash three
years later while he was holidayin? in myrtle beach. they still got way
too much traffic there for my taste...
and another thing, baby... that
government of ours should be keepin? us separated from outer space...
sailor
here she goes again...
lula
sailor, that ozone layer is
disappearin? seems to me the
government could do somethin?about
it. one of these mornings the
sun抣l come up and burn a hole clean
through the planet like an x-ray.
lula strikes a match and lights another cigarette.
sailor
that ain抰 never will happen, honey.
least not in our lifetime.
somewhere in the hotel a woman laughs. it is a kind of wild, crazy
laugh, and for the few seconds it lasts, lula抯 face goes pale.
sailor
you okay, honey?
lula
that woman抯 laugh creeps ヅme out.
i heard somethin?like that...
somewhere before... sound抎 like
the wicked witch...
sailor
just sounded like an old gal havin? a good time to me... you ready to
dance?
lula
i抦 always ready to dance. but i
need me a kiss first, honey. just one?
lula and sailor kiss. in the middle of the kiss, the woman抯
creepy/crazy laugh is heard again in the distance and lula抯 eyes snap
open with a kind of fear.
cut to:
35. ext. fortune house - backyard - late afternoon/evening
marietta is escorting marcello santos and two stiff drinks to a table in
her backyard.
santos
i knew you抎 want it again...
marietta
that抯 not why i called.
santos
oh yeah - sure ... okay.
marietta
santos... it isn抰.
santos
have it your way... but you want it.
marietta
lula抯 gone off with sailor.
santos
what do you want me to do about it?
marietta
i want you to take care of sailor, so
he won抰 ever be able to bother my
baby again.
santos
take care of him?
marietta
yes.
santos
what does take care of him mean?...
do you want me to give him food or
some clothing?
marietta
what抯 with you?... you know what
take care of him means. i don抰
call santos except for one big reason.
santos
big is the key word, and i抦 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抰 need to explain anymore抧 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抯 your business... i don抰 care
how.
santos
like an accident where maybe lula
might also get hurt?
marietta
no... for god抯 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抦 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抦 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抯 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抰 you send johnnie farragut?
marietta
maybe i did... try new orleans first...
lula can抰 ever stop talkin?抌out that
town.
santos
on one condition...
he pauses and smiles strangely.
santos
you give me your permission to kill
johnnie farragut.
marietta
santos... no... please, santos...
santos
you抮e not tellin?me that you抮e
sweet on him?
marietta
no... but...
santos
one day he抯 gonna find out what
we抮e up to with mr. reindeer, and
he could cause us a lot of trouble.
they stare at each other for a moment.
santos
i抦 gonna take your silence as a
搚es?..
marietta
santos... i can抰...
santos
shhhh... it抯 all right... also, i
either take you or that pretty
daughter of yours to bed.
marietta
you fucker, don抰 you ever touch
lula - you fucker, i抣l kill you.
santos
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抯 gonna see us.
santos
that抯 just another part of the price
to pay.
marietta
santos... you kill that sailor,
otherwise he抯 gonna turn my baby
against me.
santos lifts one hand up to marietta抯 chin and raises her face up
towards his.
santos
look at me... there抯 no turning back
on this... i抦 gonna kill sailor...
that抯 for sure.
cut to:
36. int. 揟he 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 揚owermad?on the
bass drum.
the band segues into 揝laughter house?and it抯 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抎 seen everything.
cu of lula and sailor - they抮e 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 揜eno 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抰 fuck with me, man. you look
like a clown in that stupid jacket.
sailor
this is a snakeskin jacket, and for
me it抯 a symbol of my individuality
and my belief in personal freedom.
idiot punk
...asshole.
sailor
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
i抦 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
i抦 sorry.
lula
hell, you just rubbed up against
the wrong girl is all.
sailor
that抯 good... now go get yourself
a beer.
you fellas have alotta the same power
elvis had... y抋ll know this one?...
sailor starts to sing an elvis presley song, 揕ove 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抯 breasts, which stand up and say 揾ello.? lula puts on her
favorite pink shortie nightgown.
lula
why didn抰 ya sing 揕ove 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
扖ause i抦 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抰 one of those people have a real
thought in their brain.
sailor
that so?
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抯 that honey?
sailor
we didn抰 have no tv up at pee dee,
baby, you know?
lula slides her head up and kisses sailor on the cheek.
lula
i抦 sorry, sweetie. i forget some
moments where all you been the last
two years.
sailor
twenty-three months, eighteen days is
all. don抰 need to make more抧 it
was.
this couple抯 goin?on a date to
hawaii. the girl chose him over the
other ☪two guys.
lula
don抰 the reject guys get anythin?
sailor
gift certificates to kentucky fried
chicken.
lula
that don抰 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抯 arms.
lula
sailor?
sailor
yeah?
lula
wouldn抰 it be fabulous if we somehow
stayed in love for the rest of our
lives?
sailor
you think of the weirdest damn things
to say sometimes, peanut. ain抰 we
been doin?a pretty fair job this far?
lula
oh, you know exactly what i mean,
honey? it抎 make the future so simple
and nice.
sailor
at pee dee, all you think about is
the future, you know? gettin?out?
and what you抣l do and what you抣l
think about when you抮e on the
outside again.
lula
i just think about things as they
come up. i never been much of a planner.
sailor
it ain抰 altogether terrible just to
let things go along sometimes.
lula, i done a few things in my life
i ain抰 too proud of, but i抣l tell
ya from now on i ain抰 gonna do
nothin?for no good reason. all i
know for sure is there抯 more抧 a
few bad ideas runnin?around loose
out there.
ecu of match girding along the strike pad and bursting into flame.
lula lights her cigarette.
lula
you know there抯 somethin?i ain抰
never told you about, sailor, and
this here抯 a story with the lesson
that there抯 a right time and a
wrong time for things to happen...
when i was almost sixteen i got pregnant.
sailor looks her in the eyes.
sailor
musta been a lesson tellin?ya it
was the wrong time... what did you
do, your mama find out?
lula
she got me an abortion...
cut to:
38. int. abortion clinic - miami - day
ecu of dying fetus with one hundred twenty decibels lula抯 scream over.
the fetus twitches in its little pod of blood.
ecu of pulsing vein in lula抯 neck - loud violent heartbeat sound - like
a double-pedaled kick bass drum.
ecu of lula抯 forehead covered in sweat running down to her eyes - open
wide and wild.
ecu of fetus into medical trash can.
ecu of bloodied abortion instruments.
the doctor leans across the abortion table.
lula
...from some old doctor with the
hairiest nostrils and ears i ever seen.
ecu of doctor抯 nose and ears ... hair!
lula
afterwards... momma says...
we see marietta standing next to the doctor.
lula
...i hope you appreciate my spendin? six hundred dollars, not countin? what it cost us to get here and
back... this man抯 the best damn
abortionist in the south.
cut to:
39. int. cape fear motel - night
sailor
you tell the boy who knocked you up?
lula
it was my cousin, dell, done it? his
folks used to visit with us summers.
sailor
what happened to him?
lula
oh, nothin? i never let on to mama
about dell bein?the one. i just
flat refused to tell her who the
daddy was? i didn抰 tell dell, neither.
he was back home in chattanooga by then,
anyhow, and i didn抰 see the point.
somethin?terrible happened to him,
though. six months ago.
sailor
what抯 that, peanut?
lula
dell disappeared. dell was learnin?
a hard lesson. what i learned from
observin?dell is i think people who
are frightened want to disappear.
he抎 startin?behavin?weird? like
comin?up to people every fifteen
minutes and askin?how they were
doin?
cut to:
40. ext. city street - chattanooga - day
dell, wearing a soiled double-knit suit stops a lady in the street, and
smiling about the fact that earlier that morning he抯 placed a cockroach
on his anus, he speaks to the woman.
dell
how抮e ya doin?
cut to:
41. int. cape fear hotel - night
lula
and just seemin?real spacey and
actin?funny.
sailor
actin?funny how?
lula
well, like mama told me, aunt rootie,
dell抯 mama? she found cockroaches
in dell抯 underwear.
cut to:
42. int. aunt rootie扴 house
cu of aunt rootie - unfolds a pair of dirty jockey shorts and several
cockroaches fall out.
cut to:
43. int. cape fear hotel - night
lula
one time, aunt rootie caught dell
puttin?one big cockroach on his anus?
sailor
hell, peanut...
lula
one time - real late - like about two
thirty a.m.? she found dell up in
the black of night all dressed and
makin?sandwiches in the kitchen.
cut to:
44. aunt rootie扴 house - kitchen - night
in the dark kitchen, aunt rootie finds dell making sandwiches - slicing
them on the diagonal.
aunt rootie
what抮e ya doin?
dell
makin?my lunch!!!
lula
dell told her he was makin?his
lunch and goin?to work. he抯 a
welder? and she made him go back
to bed.
we see aunt rootie cross the kitchen - take the knife away from dell and
lead him out of the kitchen.
cut to:
45. int. cape fear hotel - night
lula
then he抎 carry on about the weather?
talk about how rainfall抯 controlled by
aliens livin?on earth. also how men
wearin?black leather gloves...
cut to:
46. int. aunt rootie扴 house - dell扴 room - night
dell, crying uncontrollably, is in the center of the room squatting like
an indian in his jockey shorts. he has a long ruler stretched out in
front of him which he抯 using to press down on the top of a lone black
glove on the floor.
lula
...are followin?him around.
sailor
prob抣y the rain boys from outer space.
cut to:
47. int. cape fear hotel - night
lula
it ain抰 so funny now, though. december
before christmas? dell disappeared
again and aunt rootie hired a private
eye to find him. he was missin?for
almost a month before he wandered back
in the house on mornin?dressed in some
filthy santa claus suit.
48a. ext. aunt rootie扴 house - day
dell walking to house.
cut to:
48. int. aunt rootie扴 house - day
dell enters the front door in a santa claus suit so filthy you can
hardly see the red through the black. he walks right past aunt rootie
and goes back into the kitchen. there he immediately does a spread-
eagle on the floor and violently scratches his left ankle.
lula
the private eye cost aunt rootie over
a thousand dollars? then a little
while later dell ran off a third
time to some place he said would
揼ive him peace of mind.? nobody抯
seen him since.
cut to:
49. int. cape fear hotel - night
sailor
sound like ol?dell抯 more抧 just a
little confused, peanut... too
bad he couldn抰 visit that ol?
wizard of oz and get some good advice.
lula
too bad we all can抰, baby... one
thing about dell?
sailor
what抯 that?
lula
when he was about seventeen, he
startin?losin?his hair.
sailor
so?
lula
he抯 twenty-four now? a year older
than you? and must be 抌out bald.
sailor
there抯 worse things that can happen
to a man, honey.
lula
yeah, i suppose. but you know somethin? baby, hair does make a difference.
lula turns to study sailor.
lula
i sure am glad they didn抰 give you
no prison haircut...
gives me somethin?to grab hold of
while we抮e makin?love?
they kiss passionately.
dissolve to:
50. int. cape fear hotel - night
sailor gets up from the bed and begins putting on his clothes. lula is
painting her toenails red.
sailor
let抯 go dancin? peanut. i抦
ready.
lula
we gotta be careful, honey, my mama抯
gonna have johnnie farragut on us
like a duck on a june bug, and he抯
one clever detective? you know how
clever? he once told me that he
could find an honest man in washington.
my toenails gotta dry first anyways,
sailor.
sailor
one thing puzzles my mind, sugar...
you抮e twenty years old - aren抰
you ever curious why your mama has
this fixation on keepin?us apart?
puttin?a detective on us. i抣l tell
ya lula... well... it抯 more抧 me
killin?bob ray lemon...
lula
maybe my mama cares for me just a
little too much...
sailor
yeah, maybe...
sailor抯 eyes seem to be thinking back...
cut to:
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扴 room and enters. marietta standing down at the other
end of the hall - also drunk - smiles and stares at the men扴 room door
through her glazed eyes. sailor enters the men扴 room.
cut to:
52. int. men扴 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 fuck lula抯
mama?...
sailor
no.
marietta
well, she wants to fuck 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 marietta is going
crazy in another. the man finishes and as he leaves...
old man
lousy fuckin?homosexuals...
sailor
what are you, sick?... i抦 with lula.
marietta
no... i just wanted to kiss you
good-bye... you know too much 抌out
little lula抯 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抮e
gonna get burned, baby... and
besides that, you抮e shit... d抷ou
think i抎 let my little girl go with
shit like you?... why, you belong
right here in one of these toilets.
sailor
you抮e gonna have to kill me to keep
me away from lula.
marietta
oh, don抰 worry 抌out that...
cut to:
int. cape fear hotel - night
sailor
it抯 a prob抣m i don抰 think抯 gonna
go away too soon though... peanut,
i抦 thinkin?of breakin?parole and
takin?you out to sunny california.
lula
sailor!
sailor
you up for that?
lula
i抎 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抯 long white legs to her b½lood red toenails.
cut to:
54. int. 揟he hurricane bar?- night
cu of lula抯 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 揟he hurricane?- night
drenched in sweat, sailor and lula sit at a corner table chug-a-lugging
揜olling rock?during the band抯 break. lula notices a girl in the
corner eye-balling sailor. she splits her attention between the girl
and sailor.
lula
...that抯 an awful long way to go,
just to get some pussy.
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, bitch... it抣l
last longer.
girl
oh yeah?
lula
i抣l slap those eyes right outta
your head.
the girl gets up in a huff and leaves.
lula
sorry, baby... when抯 the first
time you done it with a girl who
wasn抰 hookin?
sailor
maybe two, three months after juarez.
i was visitin?my cousin, junior
train, in savannah, and we were at
some kid抯 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扴 friend扴 house - kitchen - savannah
we see what he talks about.
sailor
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.
cut to:
57. int. bar - back of 揟he hurricane?- night
lula
what抎 you say to her?
sailor
told her my name. then she said
somethin?like, 慖t抯 so noisy
down here. why don抰 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.
cut to:
58. int. junior train扴 friend扴 house - stairway - night
we see what he talks about.
sailor
when she got almost to the top step
i stuck my hand between her legs
from behind.
cut to:
59. int. bar - back of 揟he hurricane?- night
lula
oh, baby. what a bad boy you are!
sailor
that抯 just what she said. i had
a boner with a capital 揙.? 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抰 go all
the way down your leg?
lula
you mean like pedal pushers?
sailor
i guess.
cut to:
60. int. junior train扴 friend扴 house - bedroom night
we see what he talks about.
sailor
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 揟he hurricane?- night
lula
you抮e excitin?me, honey. what抎
she do?
sailor
her face was half-pushed into the
pillow, and she looked back over
her shoulder at me and said, 慖
won抰 suck you. don抰 ask me to
suck you.?
lula
poor baby. she don抰 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扴 friend扴 house - bedroom - night
irma
take a bite of peach.
cut to:
63. int. bar - back of 揟he hurricane?- night
lula
jesus, honey! you more抧 sorta
got what you come for... you
better rum me back to the hotel,
baby... you got me hotter抧
georgia asphalt.
sailor
say no more... but go easy on me,
sweetheart... tomorrow we got alotta
drivin?to do.
hotter抧 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 ?7 thunderbird convertible.
they are flying down a two-lane southern highway.
lula
i抣l drop mama a postcard from
somewhere. i mean, i don抰 want her
to worry no more抧 necessary.
sailor
what do you mean by necessary? she抯
prob抣y 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抰 figure she counted on
us takin?off together like this...
i guess this means you抮e breakin? parole, then?
sailor
you guess? my parole was broke two
hundred miles back when we burnt
portagee county.
lula
what抣l it be like in california,
sailor, do you think? i hear it
don抰 rain much there.
sailor
you got about six more big states
to go before we find out.
lula
we got through two states already.
lula lights up a cigarette.
sailor
that don抰 smell like a more.
lula
it ain抰. it抯 part of the lessons
of life. i picked me up a pack of
vantages before we left the cape?
sailor
they sure do stink.
lula
yeah, i guess, but - and here抯 the
lesson part - they ain抰 supposed
to be so bad for you.
sailor
you ain抰 gonna begin worryin?about
what抯 bad for you at this hour, are
you, sugar? i mean, here you are
crossin?state lines with a a-
number one certified murderer.
lula
manslaughterer, honey, not murderer.
don抰 exaggerate.
sailor
okay, manslaughterer who抯 broke his
parole and got in mind nothin?but
immoral purposes far抯 you抮e
concerned.
lula
thank the lord. well, you ain抰 let
me down yet, sailor. that抯 more抧
i can say for the rest of the world?
sailor laughs and shoots the t-bird up to seventy.
sailor
you please me, too, peanut.
cut to:
65. int. johnnie farragut扴 ?9 maroon buick - day
johnnie farragut drives down a southern highway on his mission.
dissolve to:
66. int. thunderbird - day
sailor
life is a bitch and then you marry one.
lula
what kinda trash talk is that?
sailor
what it says on the bumper sticker
up front. on that pickup.
lula
that抯 disgustin? those kinda
sentiments shouldn抰 be allowed out
in public. is this biloxi yet?
sailor
almost. i figure we should find us
a place to stay and then go eat.
lula
got anyplace special in mind?
sailor
we oughta stay somewhere outta the
way. not in no holidays or ramadas
or motel six. if johnnie farragut抯
on our trail he抣l check those first.
66a. ext. thunderbird/ext. the host of the old south hotel - day
they pass the biloxi city limit sign.
lula
how about that one? the host of
the old south hotel.
sailor
looks more like the ghost of the
old south, but we抣l try her.
cut to:
67. int. the host of the old south hotel - evening
the room is large but cheap. lula strips off the dishwater grey
bedspread and tosses it over by the bureau. sailor looks out the broken
window.
lula
i h-a-t-e hotel bedspreads. they
don抰 hardly never get washed, and
i don抰 like the idea of lyin?on
other people抯 dirt.
sailor
come look at this.
lula
what抯 that, honey?
sailor
there ain抰 no water in the swimmin? pool. just a dead tree fell in,
prob抣y from bein?struck by lightnin?
lula
it抯 huge. this musta been a grand
old place at one time.
sailor
let抯 get fed, sweetheart. the
light抯 fadin?fast.
cut to:
68. ext. roadside payphone - night
marcello santos is making a phone call.
santos
hello there, mr. reindeer...
marcello santos speaking.
cut to:
69. int. mr. reindeer扴 posh new orleans residence - night
an old man, mr. reindeer, wearing a tuxedo is sitting on the toilet -
his pants down - talking on the bathroom phone. he laughs a long deep
smoker抯 laugh.
mr. reindeer
mr. marcello santos... hey there...
that was great shit you sent in last
month...
cut to:
68a. ext. roadside payphone - night
santos
i gotta problem... in fact, i gotta
coupl抋 problems...
cut to:
69a. int. mr. reindeer扴 posh new orleans residence - night
mr. reindeer
gotta coupl抋 problems, huh?... for
each problem drop a silver dollar
through my mail slot... with all
particulars... we抣l work out
搃l conto?later...
cut to:
70. int. johnnie farragut扴 maroon ?9 buick - night
johnnie farragut steers the buick down the dark highway past a sign
which reads, 揘ew orleans - 26 miles?
cut to:
71. ext. beach - night
sailor and lula are walking along the beach. lula takes off her shoes.
lula
m-i-ss-i-ss-i-pp-i... you can almost
hear that jazz blowin?up from the
big n.o.
sailor
lula... i learned somethin?interestin? today on a science show i heard on the
radio... how leeches is comin?back
into style.
lula
say what? honestly, sugar, you can
talk more shit sometimes?
she takes out a cigarette the length and width of a dixon ticonderoga
no. 2 pencil and lights it.
sailor
got you a pack of mores again, huh?
lula
yeah, it抯 a real problem for me,
sailor, you know? when i went in
that drugstore by the restaurant in
biloxi? i saw 抏m by the register
and the girl throw 抏m in. i抦
not big on resistin? so what about
a leech?
sailor
heard on the radio how doctors is
usin?leeches again, just in old
times. you know, when even barbers
used 抏m?
lula
i got one on me at lake lanier.
lifeguard poured salt on it and it
dropped off. felt awful. he was a
cute boy, though, so it was almost
worth it.
sailor laughs.
sailor
yeah, well listen to this... radio doctor figured out that if, say, a
fella got his nose cut off or bit
off in, say, a barfight or somethin?
they抎 sew one of his forearms to his
nose for a few weeks... then put
leeches on it.
cut to:
71a. cu of man with forearm sewed to nose.
cut to:
72. ext. beach - night
lula
sailor? you expect me to believe
a man抎 be goin?around with a
arm sewed to his nose?
sailor
how they used to do it. course they
got more sophisticated ways now.
radio said the chinese, i think it
is, figured a better idea is by
insertin?a balloon in the forehead
and lettin?it hand down on the nose.
lula shrieks.
lula
sailor ripley! you stop! you抮e
makin?this shit up and i ain抰
gonna sit for it!
sailor
honest, lula. i prob抣y ain抰
precisely got all the facts straight,
but it抯 about what they said.
lula
honey, we抮e goin?to bed now and
it抯 time to change the subject.
she抯 so cute sailor just has to kiss her.
dissolve to:
73. int. thunderbird - southern highway - day
sailor and lula pass a sign that reads 揘ew orleans - 26 miles? sailor
pulls off the road into a gulf gas station mini-mart and stops the car
next to a self-serve pump. a sign on the top of it says 揚lease pay
inside before fueling.?
sailor
we抮e about dry bones, sweetheart.
we don抰 wanna have to push this
揵ird?into new orleans.
lula
we sure don抰, honey...
get me a mounds?
74. int. mini-mart - day
a tall old black man about seventy years old, wearing a torn green
tulane tee-shirt and a dirty orange saints baseball cap, is filing items
on the counter by the cash register. in the pile are four ready-made,
plastic-wrapped sandwiches, two tuna salad and two cotto salami; six
twinkies; a package of chips ahoy chocolate chip cookies; four slice
colas; two barq抯 root beers; and a large package of fried pork rinds,
extra salted.
black man
sorry, gentlemen. i抦 抦ost finished
on my shoppin?here.
erv
this be it?
black man
y抋ll take american express?
erv
yessir.
black man
then lemme throw in a couple more
things.
sailor and the man in line behind him watch as the black man gathers up
several more packages of twinkies along with a few cupcakes and half a
dozen cans of pretty kitty cat food, three liver and three chicken
dinner portions, and tosses them on his pile.
black man
pussycats gotta eat, too.
he hands an american express card to the clerk, erv, who runs it through
the verifier. the card checks out okay and the old guy prepares a
charge slip, has the man sign it, and bags the purchases.
black man
i抎 just soon have a paper bag
rather than a plastic one, if it抯
same to you.
erv
we don抰 have no paper bags.
a telephone begins to ring and everyone looks around. the black man
reaches in his jacket pocket and pulls out a portable phone and punches
搒end.?
black man
hello... yeah, mama, i抦 on my
way...
thanks for waitin? gentlemen.
everyone is silent as they watch the old black man hobble out.
sailor
all i want抯 ten bucks regular.
oh yeah, and a mounds bar.
erv takes one off the candy and gum rack next to the register and lays
it on the counter. sailor gives him a twenty dollar bill.
sailor
i ain抰 got my american express card
with me, so i gotta use cash. hope
that抯 okay.
sailor smiles, but the clerk keeps a poker face and just gives him his
change. the guy in line behind sailor shakes his head and grins.
75. ext. mini mart/thunderbird - day
sailor goes back to the car.
lula
that took long enough. you forget
my mounds?
sailor tosses her the candy bar.
sailor
i really do think the country done
changed just a little while i was
away, peanut.
lula sinks her small white teeth into the chocolate-covered coconut.
lula
you got to keep an eye on it. that抯
sure.
sailor starts pumping gas.
cut to:
76. int. mr. reindeer扴 posh new orleans residence - day
cu of mail slot. two silver dollars comes through it and one falls head
up and the other tails on the rug below.
cut to:
77. int. mr. reindeer扴 posh new orleans residence - day
mr. reindeer is just finishing dialing a number on the telephone.
mr. reindeer
a coupl抋 silver dollars came my way
today... i抦 sending one of them
to you with a paper on the beneficiary
... as usual, you are completely
free to fulfill the obligation in any
manner you so desire.
he hangs up the phone and starts dialing another number.
dissolve to:
78. int. the round room restaurant - new orleans - day
at a table near the window, johnnie takes a man-sized pull off his dixie
beer in between bites of an oyster sandwich. a large, chocolate-colored
man in his early thirties, reginald san pedro sula, and a smaller white
man, drop shadow approach with their trays of food.
reggie
do you miฉnd if we share this table?
... the others, they are occupied.
johnnie looks around - sees that there are quite a few empty tables - he
looks the men over quickly.
johnnie
alright... by all means. make
yourselves at home.
drop shadow
muchas gracias.
reggie
my name is reginald san pedro sula.
but please do call me reggie. this
is my friend, who we call drop
shadow. he is always with me.
johnnie wipes off his right hand on his napkin and shakes.
johnnie
johnnie farragut. pleased to meet ya.
reggie and drop shadow begin eating ferociously, finishing half of their
meal before saying anything more.
reggie
you are from new orleans, senor
farragut?
johnnie
johnnie, please. nope. charlotte,
north carolina. here on business.
reggie smiles broadly, revealing numerous tall, gold teeth.
drop shadow
mr. san pedro sula is from honduras.
reggie
do you know honduras, johnny?
johnnie
only that it抯 supposed to be a
pretty poor sight since the hurricane
came through last year.
reggie
yes, that抯 so. but there is not
much to destroy.
drop shadow
no big buildings like in new orleans.
johnnie
whattaya do there?
reggie
oh, many things...
drop shadow
mr. san pedro sula抯 got an appliance
shop.
reggie
but i am also with the government.
johnnie takes a bite of his oyster sandwich.
johnnie
in what capacity?
reggie
in many capacities.
drop shadow
mr. san pedro sula is with the
secret service.
reggie reaches into his back pocket and takes out his wallet. he hands
a card to johnnie.
johnnie
general osvaldo tamarindo y ramirez.
telefono 666.
reggie
he is my sponsor. the general is
the head of the secret police of
honduras.
drop shadow
mr. san pedro sula is one of his
operatives.
johnnie hands the card back to reggie and reggie gives him a small piece
of paper, folded once. johnnie unfolds it. the printing is in spanish.
reggie
that is my permiso.
drop shadow
mr. san pedro sula抯 permit to kill.
reggie
only if necessary, of course, and
only in my own country.
johnnie
of course.
johnnie refolds the piece of paper and hands it over to reggie.
drop shadow
mr. san pedro sula抯 authorized to<>
