My Own Private Idaho Page #5

MAN:

(surprised)

Du bisst sehr intelligent mit deinem

Aksent.. Fuer elnen Puppejunge.

(You are very clever with an accent

like that.. for a street boy.)

THE MAN IN THE CAR SPEEDS OFF.

GARY:

Alright then, a**hole!

VIEW of Mike's sleeping face.

INSIDE OF MIKE'S thoughts. He is flying over the city streets,

above the Mercedes Benz, effortlessly hovering and gilding above

it, between the buildings. Like a bird.

Mike wakes and looks at Scottie, who is talking to

Gary.

MIKE'S THOUGHTS

The first time I met Scott, I had

a feeling he was a sort of comic

book hero. He was always saying

the right thing at the right

moment, and standing up for me

when there was no reason to. Look

at his face now, when the sunlight

shines off his lower lip, like it

is the face of some sort of

statue. Strong and soft at the

same time. I never could figure

out what Scott was doing here with

us on the street in the first

place, like he was on some sort of

crusade, to help the poor. Because

he really did come from a rich

Portland family. I know because he

brought me to his house one day

and showed me around. I mean, wow,

they were rich I They even had a

swimming pool. Scott's the only

kid that I had ever met that had a

swimming pool. I'd make a bet with

anybody right now, that Scott is a

saint or a hero, or some such

higher placed person.

Meanwhile...

Gary and Ray are talking. Ray, who is a Chicano street kid, is

looking poetically off into the distance.

RAY:

My father was a gaucho. But nobody

gonna find him. He killed a guy

and split. Nobody gonna find that

f***. I never gonna find him.

Ray spits into the gutter and the spit drifts in a small stream

made by the shop-owner who was washing his windows, down the

street and into drainage grating.

View of MIKE as he closes his eyes, oblivious to what is going on

around him.

The music in a DISCO blares, at night, and all we can see is

Mike's face, sleeping. The disco MUSIC STOPS, and the lights go

up.

A broom passes by Mike's head.

Finally, THE MANAGER'S SHOES appear at his head.

MANAGER (o. s.)

What's wrong with him? Passed

out?

The shoes prod Mike.

MANAGER (o. s.)

Hey, wake up.

Mike wakes up in a WARD ROOM BED in the daytime.

He looks around him. The room has a lot of light, windows

practically on all sides of the room. There are other DETOX men

and women in other beds. Mike gets up and starts to walk out, but

he is wearing a gown.

A nurse stops him.

NURSE:

Excuse me. Are you all right?

MIKE:

Yeah. I'm fine.

(Mike looks around the room.)

NURSE:

If you're going to leave us, it's

okay, but we need you to sign out,

and you'll need to get your

clothes from downstairs.

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