Five Easy Pieces Page #5

BETTY:

That's a wig you wear, isn't it?

BOBBY:

(touching his hair)

A wig?

BETTY:

Yeah, I told her it was you, but

that you're wearing a wig, 'cause

on TV you're mostly bald in the

front.

BOBBY:

(to Twinky)

Your little friend's real sharp

there...

(to Betty)

Yeah, I don't like to wear the wig

on TV, because with two and a half

million people watching you, you've

gotta be sincere. I just like to

wear it when I'm out slippin'

around bowling alleys an' things

like that. I think it gives me a

little more class, don't you?

TWINKY:

Oh, definitely...

BETTY:

(looking at his hairline)

Yeah, but I can see a little bitty

of the net up there, that's what

give it away.

TWINKY:

It's so weird to see you in person,

but that's who she says you are.

BETTY:

(to her)

It is him, he said it's him.

(to Bobby)

Aren't you.

BOBBY:

Yeah, you could say it's me.

Twinky reaches over to the scoring table, picking

up a pencil and a score sheet.

TWINKY:

I'm gonna give you our number,

Donnie, just in case...

(as she writes)

We're both professionals, if you

didn't guess.

BOBBY:

Well, you seem very professional...

TWINKY:

(handing the score sheet

to him)

I always tell everyone the same

thing. I got rolled and beat up

real bad recently, and since then

it's two for one, an' I work

strictly in tandem with Betty...

He glances at the dwarfish Betty.

BOBBY:

Yeah, I can see how she'd come in

handy.

EXT. BOWLING ALLEY PARKING LOT - NIGHT

Rayette sits sulking in Bobby's car. He comes up to

the passenger window and leans down to her.

BOBBY:

Come on. We're goin' over to

Elton's.

RAYETTE:

I'm not.

BOBBY:

You just going to sit there?

RAYETTE:

Yes.

BOBBY:

Okay. Hope no one hits on you.

RAYETTE:

I hope they do.

He casually slaps the outside of the door.

BOBBY:

See you later, then...

He walks off through the lot.

ON RAYETTE:

staring out through the windshield.

ON BOBBY:

as he stops and comes back to the car.

BOBBY:

No one would want to hit on you,

you look too pathetic.

No response.

BOBBY (CONT'D)

Come on, DiPesto. We can still have

a good time.

RAYETTE:

You're the pathetic one, not me.

BOBBY:

I'm going on over there...

RAYETTE:

I'm not some piece a crap.

BOBBY:

I know you're not.

RAYETTE:

You treat me like I was.

BOBBY:

I'm sorry.

RAYETTE:

(close to tears)

You go slippin' around in front a

my face, an' in front a Elton an'

Stoney. What do you imagine they

think a someone you treat that

way...

BOBBY:

Now, hand...

He opens the door and gets inside, putting his arm

around her.

BOBBY (CONT'D)

Elton and Stoney know how I feel

about you. An' they're just goin'

to think I'm not too nice a guy,

which I'm not, an' that you're a

hell of a person puttin' up with

me, that's all.

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