True Romance

INT. BAR - NIGHT

A smoky cocktail bar downtown Detroit.

CLARENCE WORLEY, a young hipster hepcat, is trying to pick up an older lady named LUCY. She isn't bothered by him, in fact, she's alittle charmed. But, you can tell, that she isn't going to leave her barstool.

CLARENCE:

In "Jailhouse Rock" he's everything rockabilly's about. I mean he is

rockabilly:
mean, surly, nasty, rude. In that movie he couldn't give a f***

about anything except rockin' and rollin', livin' fast, dyin' young, and

leaving a good-looking corpse. I love that scene where after he's made it

big he's throwing a big cocktail party, and all these highbrows are there,

and he's singing, "Baby You're So Square... Baby, I Don't Care". Now, they

got him dressed like a dick. He's wearing these stupid-lookin' pants, this

horrible sweater. Elvis ain't no sweater boy. I even think they got him

wearin' penny loafers. Despite all that sh*t, all the highbrows at the

party, big house, the stupid clothes, he's still a rude-lookin'

motherf***er. I'd watch that hillbilly and I'd want to be him so bad. Elvis

looked good. I'm no fag, but Elvis was good-lookin'. He was f***in'

prettier than most women. I always said if I ever had to f*** a guy... I

mean had too 'cause my life depended on it... I'd f*** Elvis.

Lucy takes a drag from her cigarette.

LUCY:

I'd f*** Elvis.

CLARENCE:

Really?

LUCY:

When he was alive. I wouldn't f*** him now.

CLARENCE:

I don't blame you.

(they laugh)

So we'd both f*** Elvis. It's nice to meet people with common interests,

isn't it?

Lucy laughs.

CLARENCE:

Well, enough about the King, how 'bout you?

LUCY:

How 'bout me what?

CLARENCE:

How 'bout you go to the movies with me tonight?

LUCY:

What are we gonna see?

CLARENCE:

A Donny Chiba triple feature. "The Streetfighter", "Return of the

Streetfighter", and "Sister Streetfighter".

LUCY:

Who's Sonny Chiba?

CLARENCE:

He is, bar none, the greatest actor working in martial arts movies ever.

LUCY:

(not believing this)

You wanna take me to a kung fu movie?

CLARENCE:

(holding up three fingers)

Three kung fu movies.

Lucy takes a drag from her cigarette.

LUCY:

(laughing)

I don't think so, not my cup of tea.

INT. DINGY HOTEL ROOM - DAY

The sounds of the city flow in through an open window: car horns, gun shots and violence. Paint is peeling off the walls and the once green carpet is stained black.

On the bed nearby is a huge open suitcase filled with clear plastic bags of cocaine. Shotguns and pistols have been dropped carelessly around the suitcase. On the far end of the room, against the wall, is a TV. "Bewitched" is playing.

At the opposite end of the room, by the front, is a table. DREXL SPIVEY and FLOYD DIXON sit around. Cocaine is on the table as well as little plastic bags and a weigher. Floyd is black, Drexl is a white boy, though you wouldn't know it listen to him.

DREXL:

N*gger, get outta my face with that bullshit.

FLOYD:

Naw man, I don't be eatin' that sh*t.

DREXL:

That's bullshit.

BIG DON WATTS, a stout, mean-looking black man who's older than Drexl and Floyd. Walks through the door carrying hamburgers and french fries in two greasy brown-paper bags.

FLOYD:

Naw man, that's some serious sh*t.

DREXL:

N*gger, you lie like a big dog.

BIG D:

What the f*** are you talkin' about?

DREXL:

Floyd say he don't be eatin' p*ssy.

BIG D:

Sh*t, any n*gger say he don't eat p*ssy is lyin' his ass off.

DREXL:

I heard that.

FLOYD:

Hold on a second, Big D. You sayin' you eat p*ssy?

BIG D:

N*gger, I eat everything. I eat p*ssy. I eat the butt. I eat every

motherfuckin' thang.

DREXL:

Preach on, Big D.

FLOYD:

Look here. If I ever did eat some p*ssy - I would never eat any p*ssy -

but, if I did eat some p*ssy, I sure as hell wouldn't tell no goddamn body.

I'd be ashamed as a motherf***er.

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