My Own Private Idaho Page #6

MIKE:

Oh. Yeah. (he pauses and looks

around the place.) Do you live

here?

NURSE:

Why... no. But sometimes I feel

like I do.

The nurse walks him over to a clipboard on a desk. Mike signs the

board, and she gives him a receipt.

MIKE:

What's this?

NURSE:

That's Just a receipt. if you

don't want it. You can throw it

away. That's what most people do

with it.

Then we cut to Mike's face at night. As his eyes open he takes a

look around him, a little dazed, trying to figure where he is. We

see he is under a store awning. A lot of fog is rolling across

the street.

A twenty-eight-year-old woman stops in a Mercedes Benz sedan,

similar to the one that the German man was driving. She motions

Mike to get inside the car.

Dazed, Mike looks at the car, then responds.

MIKE:

This chick is living in a new car

ad.

Inside a hallway entrance to the woman's home. Mike and the woman

take off their Jackets.

MIKE:

This is like a dream. A pretty

woman never picks me up.

Mike begins to caress her arm.

LADY:

They Don't? Well. I Don't see why

not...

MIKE:

Is this your house?

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