Raising Arizona Page #5

Ed flies into frame and leaps into his arms, covering him

with kisses.

TRAILER BEDROOM:

In each other's arms, Hi and Ed roll over on the bed.

VOICE OVER:

Seemed like nothing could stand in

our way now...

We pan with them rolling and continue off them to the night

table, on which sits a framed pair of photographs of Hi,

probably taken by Ed: One shows him full face, the other in

profile.

EXT. TRAILER TWILIGHT

Ed sits in a lawn chair knitting a booty. Hi stands in Bermuda

shorts and an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt, hosing down the

minuscule patch of front lawn.

VOICE OVER:

...My lawless years were behind me;

our child rearin' years lay ahead.

DUSTY ROAD LEADING UP TO TRAILER DAY

A squad car, its siren wailing, kicks up dust as it roars

into the foreground.

ADOPTION OFFICE:

Hi and Ed are seated on folding chairs facing an agent's

desk. Hi wears a sport coat over his Hawaiian shirt. Ed is

in her dress blues.

HI:

It's true I've had a checkered past,

but Ed here is an officer of the law

twice decorated...

THE AGENT:

Looking, with a dead pan, from the file to Hi.

HI:

...So we figure it kind of evens

out.

His face still deadly neutral, the agent looks back down at

the file and unfolds the accordioned rap sheet, revealing it

to be a couple feet long.

VOICE OVER:

...But biology and the prejudices of

others conspired to keep us childless.

INT. SQUAD CAR

On Ed as she stares vacantly out the passenger window.

VOICE OVER:

Our love for each other was stronger

than ever...

ON HI:

Driving. He looks from Ed out to the road.

VOICE OVER:

...but I preminisced no return of

the salad days.

TRAILER BATHROOM

Over Hi's shoulder as he stares listlessly at himself in the

mirror, a razor held forgotten in one hand, his face half

lathered and half shaved.

VOICE OVER:

The pizazz had gone out of our lives.

TRAILER BEDROOM:

The bedroom is somewhat messy. Ed sits on the edge of the

bed, also staring listlessly. Her police uniform is on but

not yet buttoned. Her hands lie palm-up in her lap, like two

dead fish.

VOICE OVER:

Ed lost all interest in both criminal

justice and housekeeping. Soon after,

she tendered her badge.

MACHINE SHOP:

Once again Hi works as his sweaty gum-chewing colleague stands

idly by.

VOICE OVER:

Even my job seemed as dry and bitter

as a hot prairie wind.

BUD:

So here comes Bill a-walkin' down

Nine Mile - that's Bill Parker,

y'understand - got his sandwich in

one hand, the f***in' head in the

other...

ON HI DRIVING:

Alone in his Chevy. He looks to the side.

VOICE OVER:

I even caught myself drivin' by

convenience stores...

HIS MOVING POV:

7-Eleven.

VOICE OVER:

...that weren't on the way home.

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