U Turn Page #3
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- Year:
- 1997
- 125 min
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At the corner of one street sits an old BLIND MAN dressed in
raggedy clothes, perhaps an Indian. His SEEING-EYE DOG lies next
to him. He's talking to TWO OLD MEN, veterans perhaps, Indian or
Spanish. They both have missing limbs and slide off with furtive
alcoholic looks as Bobby passes. The Blind Man yells out in an
American Indian accent.
BLIND MAN:
Hey! You there!
BOBBY:
You want something, old man?
BLIND MAN:
Don't call me old man. Ain't you got
no respect, boy?
BOBBY:
You want something?
BLIND MAN:
Yeah I want something. I want you to run
over to that machine and get me a pop.
BOBBY:
You can't do that yourself?
BLIND MAN:
Hell no, I can't do that myself. I'm
blind. Can't you see that?
BOBBY:
I'm sorry, I didn't--
BLIND MAN:
What'd you think I was doing out here
with these glasses on? Sunnin' myself?
BOBBY:
I don't know. I thought you were keeping
the sun out of your eyes.
BLIND MAN:
I ain't got no eyes. You want to see?
BOBBY:
Christ no!
BLIND MAN:
Lost my eyes in Vyee-et-nam. Lost them
fighting the commies. Fought the war and
lost my eyes fightin' the commies just so
you can come around here and make fun of
me.
BOBBY:
I said I was sorry.
BLIND MAN:
Don't be sorry. Just run over there and
get me my pop before I die of thirst.
BOBBY:
Yeah, sure. You got change?
BLIND MAN:
Change? You want my change? I fought the
war and lost my eyes just so I could give
you my change?
BOBBY:
All right, old man. Christ.
Bobby walks across the street to a very old soda machine; it has
bottles instead of cans. The blind man shouts to Bobby.
BLIND MAN:
Get me a Dr. Peppa! I don't want no Colas.
Colas ain't nothing but flavored water.
Bobby puts change in the machine and pulls out a bottle of Dr.
Pepper. He starts back to the blind man.
BLIND MAN:
Don't forget to open it for me. I can't be
opening my own bottle.
BOBBY:
Christ!
Bobby goes back to the machine and opens the bottle, then walks
back to the old man who pours a splash on the ground.
BLIND MAN:
A little for Mother Earth. I'm about fifty
percent Indian, you know. To all our
relations.
He takes a hearty swig of the soda.
BLIND MAN:
Ah! Just what I needed! Want some?
The blind man holds the bottle out to Bobby. A string of saliva
runs from his lips to the bottle's neck.
BOBBY:
I'll pass.
Bobby reaches down and pets the old man's dog. Flies buzz around
both the dog and the Blind Man.
BOBBY:
I think you'd better give your pooch a sip.
He looks sick.
BLIND MAN:
That's 'cause he's dead.
Bobby jumps back.
BOBBY:
Oh, Jesus.
BLIND MAN:
I hope you wasn't pettin' him none, was
you?
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