Midnight Cowboy Page #3
JOE:
Care to get out your yardstick,
gentlemen?
At the same moment, a recognizable variant of the "Big
Gary Cooper (or John Wayne) walks a frontier street.
High angle of the departing bus, intercut "Big Country"
fashion, alternating high shots with close-ups of the bus
wheals.
EXT. FREEWAY CLOVERLEAF - DAY
Through the bus windshield -- a dizzying montage of traffic
lines, arrows and signs as the bus sweeps around and up onto
the freeway.
INT. BUS - DAY
Joe sits at the front, opposite the driver, cracking his gum
as he watches the huge billboards streaking by, promising him
power, happiness and beautiful women if he chooses the right
breakfast food, hair oil or automobile. Joe listens to the
humming tires, the roar of the engine, shaking his head.
JOE:
This is a powerful mothah, ain't
it?
Ignored by the driver, Joe rises and walks back to his empty
double seat, glancing around to see what impression he's made
on his immediate fellow travelers -- an OLD LADY in front of
him -- a hostile young sailor with acne behind him -- two
teeny-boppers flirting with Joe hysterically -- a PALE BLONDE
directly across the aisle, smiling at Joe weakly.
PALE BLONDE:
Do you have a stick of gum?
Joe leans across, snapping his gum as he offers her a stick.
He watches her nibble it daintily on her front teeth.
PALE BLONDE (CONT'D)
Thank you.
JOE:
Plenty more where that came from.
PALE BLONDE:
Thank you, no, it's just till the
Dramamine works. I get carsick.
JOE:
I only get carsick on boats.
(waits, then)
But seems to me that's more the
fish smell than the bouncing...
Joe realizes that her eyes are closed. Mildly depressed, he
stretches himself across both seats and turns on his radio,
finds only static and snaps it off. Further depressed, he
examines his reflection in the bus window, squeezes a black
head and runs the comb through his hair, picks a piece of
tobacco off his tooth and lights a cigarette, watching the
flame die in reflection, forgetting to discard the burnt-out
match as he stares out at a vast lonely prairie, a solitary
cowboy in the distance, a row of sharecropper shacks
apparently deserted, a barefoot little girl motionless at the
roadside, watching the bus pass. Through this, leading into
the next scene, Sally Buck sings softly "... if that mocking
bird don't sing, Grammaw gonna buy you a golden ring..."
INT. REMEMBERED BEAUTY SALON - ANOTHER TIME
Sally Buck, relaxing in the middle of a busy day, eyes closed
wearily, while little Joe massages her neck. Her song
continues over the noises of the busy beauty parlor "... if
that golden ring turns brass, Grammaw gonna buy you a looking
glass..."
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