And now the story of Sailor and Lula.....
1. EXT. CITY STREET - DAY
A MAN rides a screaming massive Japanese motorcycle - wound out to
maximum R.P.M. up the street.
2. SIGN BY ROADSIDE
The sign reads “KIDS PLAYING - SPEED BUMPS”.
3. EXT. CITY STREET - DAY
With a whine from hell, the front tire of the motorcycle hits a speed
The motorcycle becomes airborne and on the way up slices itself in half
as it scrapes along the full length of a Datsun Kingcab.
In the air, the rider and motorcycle twist violently as they fly by.
The motorcycle bounces off a black ’66 Chevrolet and makes a sound like
the end of the world.
The rider hits the same Chevy a moment later. Like a broken ragdoll
shot from a canon, the man punches through the back window blowing glass
for a block. He stops somewhere under the front seat and a bubble of
blood forms out his nose.
The motorcycle continues on sliding and spinning with an ear-piercing
howl for one entire city block.
4. EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD STREETS - VACANT LOT - DAY
Two rabid dogs fight ferociously in a vacant lot - ripping each other’s
flesh. An OLD COUPLE, both with walkers, inch painfully along nearby.
Oh my God! ... Why they doin’ that?
Who the hell knows. What you have
in your mouth?
The old woman begins to turn away, covering her mouth with her hand.
Spit it out!!! ... Pull your teeth
out ... doctor said. What you
tryin’ to do? SPIT IT OUT!!!
The Old Man grabs the Old Woman by the neck and squeezes. Out comes a
tangled and sticky ball of hard fruit candies.
5. WASP NEST
A thousand wasps hover threateningly in the air around the nest. A
SMALL GROUP OF HARDENED CRIMINAL NINE-YEAR OLDS sporting hideous grins,
bat the nest violently to and fro with sticks. One kid busies himself
shooting a large can of Black Flag garden spray into a crack in the
nest. Another stomps half-dead wasps up and down the sidewalk. All the
kids are making animal noises of one sort or the other.
6. INT. FORTUNE HOUSE - DAY
The telephone rings. MARIETTA PACE FORTUNE, a rich Southern woman
around fifty, carries her Martini and Rossi sweet vermouth drink across
the livingroom and answers the phone.
Hello... Who is this?...
7. INT. PEE DEE COUNTY WORK FARM - DAY
A GUARD stands by as SAILOR RIPLEY, twenty-three years old - lost
somewhere between the cool long-gone generation and a used-car salesman
- speaks on a prisoner phone in a green cement cubicle with one bench.
...Sailor Ripley... Can I talk
6A. INT. FORTUNE HOUSE - DAY
There’s no way in hell you can speak
to her and...
7A. INT. PEE DEE COUNTY WORK FARM - DAY
(feeling a smile coming on)
6B. INT. FORTUNE HOUSE - DAY
...Yes you heard me... Don’t ever
call back here again.
Marietta hangs up the phone as LULA PACE FORTUNE, Marietta’s twenty-year
old daughter, comes quickly down the stairs.
You know who it was and you know
you aren’t, and I mean ARE NOT
gonna see him EVER... End of story.
Marietta, her hand still on the telephone, grips the receiver so hard
her knuckles turn white.
8. INT. FORTUNE HOUSE - LULA’S ROOM UPSTAIRS - DAY
Lula enters her room and cranks up her stereo. Speed metal music jumps
up to around one hundred twenty decibels.
9. INT. PEE DEE COUNTY WORK FARM - DAY
The guard escorts Sailor away from the telephone and back to his cell.
The iron bars of the door slide across Sailor’s face and close with a