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hwp (Stray Dogs)
Screenplay by
John Ridley
and
Richard Rutowski & Oliver Stone
NOTE: THE HARD COPY OF THIS SCRIPT CONTAINED SCENE NUMBERS
AND SOME "OMITTED" SLUGS. THEY HAVE BEEN REMOVED FOR THIS
SOFT COPY.
EXT. SOMEWHERE IN THE DESERT SOUTHWEST - DAY
BEGIN TITLES OVER:
It is early morning and already hot. INSECTS drone, crackle,
and scurry for shade. PRAIRIE DOGS burrow to escape the sun.
We can see the heat shimmering off the surface of the Earth.
On a dusty highway, a pair of VULTURES dine on a dead coyote.
One of them snags an intestine and tugs a few feet of it out of
the carcass.
In the distance, where a long, dusty road meets the horizon, a
small shape appears -- a Sixty-four-and-a-half Mustang
convertible, its top down. Its candy-apple red burns like a
brilliant fireball under the sun. As the car drifts closer, we
see steam escaping from under the hood. Sammi Smiths "Please
Help Me Get Through The Night" plays on the cars radio.
INT. BOBBY COOPERS MUSTANG - DAY
At the wheel, ignoring impending disaster, BOBBY COOPER, young,
good-looking, fiddles with the RADIO dial, annoyed only to find
country stations. Hes been driving since noon yesterday and it
shows -- along with a heavily-bandaged left hand resting on the
steering wheel. He finds something by Pearl Jam or Smashing
Pumpkins and he cranks it. He pops a Percodan with his good hand
as, in the shimmering distance ahead, he sees black shapes in
the road and lays on the horn.
BOBBY
Get off the goddamn road!
EXT. DESERT ROAD - DAY
As the MUSTANG powers by, the VULTURES move off the shoulder,
silently watching.
INT. MUSTANG - DAY
The RADIO blares as BOBBY fights to stay awake. His attention is
caught by blue and red lights flashing in the oncoming lane. He
sits up as the POLICE CAR (SHERIFF POTTER inside) closes
quickly. The SIREN starts faintly, then SCREAMS as the cruiser
roars past at speed.
BOBBY
Fuck you!
There is a loud pop from the front of the Mustang and a thick
cloud of steam now pours from the hood. The temperature gauge
now starts rising.
BOBBY
No!...Not now!...Shit!
A couple of SEMIS roar past in the opposite direction,
buffetting the Mustang with their air waves.
EXT. FORK IN THE ROAD - DAY
The car rolls into a fork in the road, limping with the droop of
an animal that wont make another hundred yards.
One sign on the larger road says "GLOBE" is 29 miles away. The
other sign, on the lesser road, tells us "SUPERIOR" is only 2
miles. A third sign confirms his destiny with "Gas, Food, 1
Mile."
BOBBY seems to have no choice. He aims the car down the lesser
road towards "Superior, Arizona."
EXT. OUTSKIRTS SUPERIOR - DAY
The car rattles on its last legs, as BOBBY mutters incantations,
noticing a old, ghostlike MINING COMPANY at the base of the
mountains overlooking the TOWN. Its deserted now, no one
visible, the gates shut, but in its vast, dark bulk, we sense
the ancient richness and power of this town. Bobby moves on.
EXT. HARLINS GARAGE - DAY
Down the road from the MINING COMPANY, BOBBYS CAR pulls into a
small GAS STATION, made of weather-beaten wood, its windows long
since dusted over. The pumps themselves look to have been
manufactured in the early fifties. Above the station is a sign
so faded its barely readable: HARLINS.
Bobby gets out of the car and with great care, favoring his
bandaged left hand which seems to give him a great deal of pain,
he opens the hood. A plume of steam hits him in the face.
BOBBY
Oh shit!
Bobby looks around for someone, anyone. After a few moments he
reaches into the car and blows the horn. He waits, then blows
it again. From out of the station walks DARRELL - a
slow-looking man in coveralls caked with grease and dirty. He
looks the part of a yokel.
BOBBY
You Harlin?
DARRELL
Nope. Darrell.
BOBBY
Harlin around?
DARRELL
Hes up at the Look Out.
Darrell points a scraggly finger at a plateau in the distance.
BOBBY
Will he be back soon?
DARRELL
Doubt it. Hes dead. The Look Outs a
cemetery.
BOBBY
You own this place?
DARRELL
Yep.
BOBBY
Then why do you call it Harlins?
DARRELL
Cause Harlin used to own it.
BOBBY
But hes dead.
DARRELL
So?
Bobby is confused, but chooses to drop the matter.
BOBBY
You want to take a look at my car? I think
the radiator hose is--
DARRELL
Damn. Gonna be another hot one today.
Sometimes I dont even want to get out of
bed. Course dont want to get out for the
cold ones neither. Then of course the
clouds come in...
Darrell mops his brow with a greasy rag. It doesnt so much
wipe the sweat as it does streak his forehead with dirt.
BOBBY
Look, Harlin, Ive got places to be.
DARRELL
Darrell--
BOBBY
OK. Darrell... Could you just take a look
at my radiator hose. Its busted.
Darrell is clearly upset at being cut off. He leans into the
car and looks at the engine.
BOBBY
So?
DARRELL
Its your radiator hose. Its busted.
BOBBY
I know its busted. What did I just tell
you?
DARRELL
Well, you know so much why dont you just
fix it yourself?
BOBBY
If I could do you think Id be standing
here wasting my time. Can yo
