My oWN PrivaTe idAHo (1991)

VIEWS OF THE CITY OF Portland Oregon digressing into the seedy
areas of the small city.

ARCADES, and yellow storefronts, of PORNOGRAPHIC BOOKSHOPS.

A FEW YOUNG MEN LOITER IN FRONT OF ONE OF THE BOOKSHOPS
SOLICITOUSLY AND EYE A CUSTOMER.

WHO ENTERS THE BOOXSHOP.

INSIDE, WE SEE:

Counters displaying COLORFUL COMIC-LIKE plastic covered MAGAZINE
and BOOK COVERS with names like HONCHO - BUTCH - JOYBOY.
INDICATING A Homoerotic section of the bookshop.

GROUPS OF MEN loiter about the magazine shop flipping through the
books and disappearing in and out of curtained doors.

THE COUNTERMAN is on the phone.

Next to him is a particularly interesting YOUNG MAN on the cover
of one of the magazines - a bright yellow background, jeans open
two buttons on the top, shirtless wearing a black cowboy hat.
This character is named SCOTT.

FULL VIEW of the MAGAZINE cover as Scott comes to life - and
talks to us.

		SCOTT
	I never thought I could be a real
	model, you know fashion-shit,
	cause I'm better at full body
	stuff It.8 okay so long as the
	photographer doesn't come on to
	you and expect something for no
	pay I'm trying to make a living,
	you know, and I like to be
	professional 'Course if the guy
	wants to pay me, then shit/yeah.
	Here I am for him. I'll sell my
	ass, I do it on the street all the
	time for cash. And I'll be on the
	cover of a book. It's when you
	start doing it for free that you
	start to grow wings, Right, Mike?

ACROSS THE AISLE ON ANOTHER SHELF IS ANOTHER COVER OF A MAGAZINE,
AND ANOTHER YOUNG MAN ON THE COVER STARTS TO MOVE AND SPEAK,
ADDRESSING SCOTT.

This character is named MIKE. (MIKE SHOULD BE DIFFERENT FROM
SCOTT, MIKE SHOULD BE BLOND AND SCOTT SHOULD BE BROWN HAIRED,
ALTHOUGH BOTH POSSESS A CERTAIN PAINFUL DOWN AND OUT HANDSOMENESS
OF A STREET HUSTLER.)

		MIKE
	What are you talking about? What
	wings?

		SCOTT
	Wings, man, you grow Wings and
	become a FAIRY

		MIKE
	I ain't no fairy.

ANOTHER COVERBOY INTERRUPS MIKE AND SCOTT'S DISCUSSION, BUTTING
IN.

		COVERBOY
	He ain't saying you is a fairy;
	faggot, he's saying that if you go
	working for free then you has no
	choice, you turn into a fairy,
	with wings and all. That's all he
	mean, dunk.

		MIKE (to Scott)
	Well, nevertheless, what do you
	care about doing stuff for free or
	for money, shit You're going to
	inherit a hunch of money, you
	might as well do it for free.

		COVERBOY
	Is that right, sweetie?

OTHER COVERBOYS PERK UP AND START FLIRTING WITH SCOTT

		COVERBOY 2
	How much is a bunch of money;
	honey?

		COVERBOY 3
	What are you doing on the cover of
	that magazine, slumming?

Scott listens to all of them then looks back at Mike. Mike
smiles.

		SCOTT
	(to us)
	Actually, I'm on the street to
	settle a bet with my goddamned
	stone-faced old man. I've decided to
	live away from home for three years.
	To prove a point. That I can live on
	my own. And to appreciate the value
	of a dollar. And Mike is right,
	there, I am going to inherit money.
	A lot of money

IdAho

The desert in the daytime.

MIKE enters the frame in front of a blue sky filled with white
clouds. He has a Texaco gas station attendant's shirt on with a
name tag that reads: BILL (not Mike, his name).

The clouds are puffy against a deep blue sky. The road is red.
Purple mountains surround Mike on all sides far in the distance,
ten miles away. Mike looks in front of him at a long stretch of
road that disappears into the horizon.

Mike looks at his wristwatch on his arm. He times how long it
takes to walk ten steps down the road.

Ten seconds. He glances back at a duffel bag. The duffel bag
falls over.

Mike looks at the picturesque sights surrounding him. A wind
sends a tumbleweed into the air. He takes ten steps back to his
duffle bag and checks watch again.

The sun is now setting.

		MIKE
	(to himself)
	You can always tell where you are by
	the way the road looks. Like I Just
	know that I been to this place
	before. I Just know that I been
	stuck here like this one fuckin'
	time before, you know that?

ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD A JACKRABBIT IS LISTENING TO HIM.

		MIKE
	There ain't no other road on earth
	that looks like this road. I mean,
	exactly like this road.  (sniffs)
	One of a kind. (Sniffs) Like
	someone's face.  Like a fucked up
	face...

THE ROAD HAS A DEFINITE FACE. TWO DISTANT CACTUS FOR EYES - A
CLOUD SHADOW FOR A MOUTH, MOUNTAINS FOR HAIR.

		MIKE
	Once you see it, even for a
	second, you remember it, and you
	better not forget it, you gotta
	remember people and who they are,
	right? Friends and enemies. You
	gotta remember the road and where
	it is too...

MIKE SUDDENLY LUNGES AT THE LITTLE RABBIT LISTENING TO HIS CHAT
ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD, AND THE RABBIT RUNS FOR HIS LIFE.

		MIKE
	I Just love to scare things... I
	don't know. It gives me a sense
	of.... Power.

Mike thinks about the loneliness of the road.

		MIKE
	This is nowhere. I'll bet that
	nobody is ever going to drive down
	this road. I'll be stuck here
	forever.

Mike looks at the road stressfully. The road looks back. He looks
at the road   his eyes growing heavy. The road looks back...

Mikes yawns.

		MIKE'S VOICE OVER
	I don't know when it was I
	recognized I had this disease.

Mike looks like a backwoods character who fits into the terrain.
Mike makes strange movements, like he is having a sort of
epileptic fit, then yawns like he is very tired, again.

		MIKE'S VOICE OVER
	Sometimes I'll be in one place,
	and I'll close my eyes...

MIKE CLOSES HIS EYES. THEN A WHOLE RITUAL OF EVENTS HAPPENS, HIS
EYES TURN BACK IN HIS HEAD AND HE BEGINS TO SHAKE ALL OVER. THEN
ALL GOES BLACK.

		MIKE'S VOICE OVER
	When I open them again, I'll be in
	a completely different
	surrounding.

When Mike opens his eyes, he is in downtown PORTLAND, OREGON.

A LOUD BUS drives by Mike's view in the city. He is asleep, then
wakes enough to see other UNKNOWN KIDS rifling his pockets in a
doorway, as Mike sleepily looks
on.

		SUBTITLES
	It's kind of like time travel.
	It's kind of good.

MIKE CLOSES HIS EYES AGAIN, AND WHEN HE OPENS THEM HE IS BACK IN
THE COUNTRY. BUT THIS TIME A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT TERRAIN. LIKE A
LONG TIME HAS PASSED. HE IS ALSO WEARING DIFFERENT CLOTHES.

MIKE CHECKS HIS WATCH AGAIN. He looks happy at the passage of
time.

		MIKE
	Yeah. It's kind of good. Passes
	the time. Unwanted as it is.

MIKE LEANS AGAINST THE DUFFLE BAG WITH HIM. HE LOOKS INTO THE
FIELD next to him. The wind blows a paper cup into the air.

Mike watches the cup tumble in the air, and with a few notes, a
GUITAR follows. Then an uprooted cactus.

The paper cup, cactus and guitar lyrically trade places in the
air, and are followed by a large barn, which twists and turns,
then crashes directly into the middle of the road.

On the, road. Riding in the back of a pickup truck. Mike's shirt
ruffles wildly in the wind, traveling at 60 mph.

And the truck disappears into the sun, toward a steep mountain
range.

LAS VeGAs

Mike is walking down a LONELY ALLEYWAY in the city. ALL OF A
SUDDEN he is surrounded by three BLACK BOYS, who are smiling and
joking.

		BLACK 1
	SAY, WHITE BOY, where you goin'?

Black 1 pulls out a knife and waves it at Mike.

		BLACK 1
	What's in the sack. Let's see.

Mike fights with the guy for his sack. The Black cuts Mike's
hands with his knife but Mike won't let go.

In terror he watches his hands get cut, but he won't let go. Mike
starts to yawns and does the jitters to the Black's amazement and
drops to the ground. Scottie, the older boy on the magazine
cover, comes to Mike's aid. He pushes the Black boy over, throws
some trash cans in their direction.

		BLACK 1
	This gonna be fun. Come on...

Scottie keeps fighting them off.

		SCOTT
	Man, what do you want from us, we
	haven't got anything.

The Blacks chuckle. Then they stop and slowly walk away from
Scott who hovers protectively around Mike's body on the ground.

		BLACK (o.s.)
	 Faggot!

We are in the city of Las Vegas in the daytime. (We are aware of
this because one character, RAY, is reading the Las Vegas
Chronicle.) Mike sleeps, as a shopkeeper washes his windows and
three other street kids, Gary, Ray and Scottie, are hanging
around on the corner with him.

Gary is hitting a public wastebasket with the end of a stick as a
MAN in a MERCEDES BENZ drives by them very slowly, and looks at
each one of the boys individually. Gary pauses for a moment and
poses.

		RAY
	(to the man in the car) What's up?

		MAN (in German)
	[Entschuldiging, Junge...]

The man in the car speeds off.

INT. CAR DAY.

THE MAN has the look of Rainer Fassbinder and Geraldo Rivera as
the same man; is of average build and has a wash of hair gracing
his forehead that looks quite foreign. He turns to the right
three times, as he is circling his car.

OUT THE WINDOW OF THE CAR, we see the boys again.

EXT. STREET

		GARY
	What's this guy want, think he
	wants to party?

		SCOTT
	He said "Entschuldiging, Junge."

		GARY
	What's that mean? "Suck my dick?"
	Does he want to suck my dick?

		SCOTT
	It means, "Excuse me, boys."

		GARY
	How the fuck do you know.

		SCOTT
	I've studied German, in prep
	school.

		GARY
	You know, Scottie, I don't know
	when to believe you.

		SCOTT
	Here he comes again.

THE MAN leans out the window of his car.

		MAN
	HELLO?

Gary leans into the man's car.

		GARY
	Hey, dude.

		MAN
	(speaks with a thick German
	accent)
	Excuse me. Can I speak to the young
	man over there, with the blond hair,
	ya?

		GARY
	Who, that kid there? You can't
	talk with him now, he's asleep.

		MAN
	Can you wake him up?

		GARY
	No, you can't wake him... he......
	but, what about me? Don't you want
	to talk with me?

The man is not interested in talking to Gary. He shakes his head
no, bothered by Gary.

		SCOTT
	(speaking fluent German)
	Was willist du in Gottesname mit uns
	Juenge?  Mach' es flar oder fanre
	ab!
	(What in the hell do you want with
	us young kids, be specific or get
	out.)

		MAN
	(surprised)
	Du bisst sehr intelligent mit deinem
	Aksent..  Fuer elnen Puppejunge.
	(You are very clever with an accent
	like that.. for a street boy.)

THE MAN IN THE CAR SPEEDS OFF.

		GARY
	Alright then, asshole!

VIEW of Mike's sleeping face.

INSIDE OF MIKE'S thoughts. He is flying over the city streets,
above the Mercedes Benz, effortlessly hovering and gilding above
it, between the buildings.  Like a bird.

Mike wakes and looks at Scottie, who is talking to
Gary.

		MIKE'S THOUGHTS
	The first time I met Scott, I had
	a feeling he was a sort of comic
	book hero. He was always saying
	the right thing at the right
	moment, and standing up for me
	when there was no reason to. Look
	at his face now, when the sunlight
	shines off his lower lip, like it
	is the face of some sort of
	statue. Strong and soft at the
	same time. I never could figure
	out what Scott was doing here with
	us on the street in the first
	place, like he was on some sort of
	crusade, to help the poor. Because
	he really did come from a rich
	Portland family. I know because he
	brought me to his house one day
	and showed me around. I mean, wow,
	they were rich I They even had a
	swimming pool. Scott's the only
	kid that I had ever met that had a
	swimming pool. I'd make a bet with
	anybody right now, that Scott is a
	saint or a hero, or some such
	higher placed person.

Meanwhile...
Gary and Ray are talking. Ray, who is a Chicano street kid, is
looking poetically off into the distance.

		RAY
	My father was a gaucho. But nobody
	gonna find him. He killed a guy
	and split. Nobody gonna find that
	fuck. I never gonna find him.

Ray spits into the gutter and the spit drifts in a small stream
made by the shop-owner who was washing his windows, down the
street and into drainage grating.

View of MIKE as he closes his eyes, oblivious to what is going on
around him.

The music in a DISCO blares, at night, and all we can see is
Mike's face, sleeping. The disco MUSIC STOPS, and the lights go
up.

A broom passes by Mike's head.

Finally, THE MANAGER'S SHOES appear at his head.

		MANAGER (o. s.)
	What's wrong with him?  Passed
	out?

The shoes prod Mike.

		MANAGER (o. s.)
	Hey, wake up.

Mike wakes up in a WARD ROOM BED in the daytime.

He looks around him. The room has a lot of light, windows
practically on all sides of the room. There are other DETOX men
and women in other beds. Mike gets up and starts to walk out, but
he is wearing a gown.

A nurse stops him.

		NURSE
	Excuse me. Are you all right?

		MIKE
	Yeah. I'm fine.

(Mike looks around the room.)

		NURSE

	If you're going to leave us, it's
	okay, but we need you to sign out,
	and you'll need to get your
	clothes from downstairs.

		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?


		LADY (caressing his head)
	Yes...

Mike follows the woman into her...

Living room where sit Scottie and Gary on a plush sofa. Mike sees
them.

		MIKE

	Oh...

Mike sits down in an easy chair next to the sofa.

		MIKE
	What's up, Gary? Scottie?

		GARY
	HEY, DUDE.

		LADY
	You men make yourselves
	comfortable, and I'll be right
	back. There're cokes in the
	refrigerator - help yourself.

They watch her go.

		SCOTTIE
	She's cool. She Just likes to have
	three guys, 'cause - it takes her
	a little while to get warmed up.
	It's normal. Nothing kinky.

		MIKE
	Oh.

Mike looks around the room. Gary leans closer to Mike.

		GARY
	Hey, did you get into that Van
	Halen concert last night?

		MIKE
	I've never been to a concert,
	dude.

Interior of the Woman's bedroom. Mike undresses. He waits by the
side of the bed and takes a last drag on a
cigarette and puts it out. Then the woman arrives. lets down her
negligee and approaches Mike like an EARTH MOTHER, slowly, big
breasted, warm, comforting.

As she approaches, Mike begins to see a familiar face. He is
upset when he looks into her eyes.  And he begins to
spasmodically shake then he grows sleepy, and finally, as she is
upon him, he passes out.

Outside, Gary and Scottie struggle with Mike's body.

They plop Mike down on the corner, under a streetlight, fold his
arms under his stomach and bend him over so he is sitting up
against the light pole.

		SCOTT
	(putting money into his pocket) He
	always does this! I'm surprised he
	makes money at all.

		GARY
	How do we tell if he's okay?

		SCOTT
	Well, he's not dead.

Scott listens to his heart.

		SCOTT
	Listen.

Gary listens.

		SCOTT
	He's not dead. He's Just passed
	out. It's a condition. It's called
	narcolepsy.

		GARY
	Scared the shit out of her. What
	causes it. Sex?

		SCOTT
	Stress. Some hustler, huh?

Silence for a second.

		GARY
	Where are we going to take him?

Scott lifts Mike's body up and carries him to a soft carpet of
grass on the edge of a lawn. Scott looks around to see if it is
okay. Then he speaks to Mike even though he is asleep.

		SCOTT
	Hey, little brother. You stay
	here, and when you wake up, Just
	come back into town. I'll be there
	waiting for you. I figure you're
	going to be safer here in this
	comfy neighborhood than in the
	city. I grew up in a neighborhood
	like this. It'll be safe here.

Scottie hides a tear. Then he takes his Jacket off and puts it
over Mike, then leaves him there.

Mike's face is lying down with his nose pressed against a leafy
ground in the daytime.

He wakes up, stands, makes his way up a slope and out to the
street. He brushes himself off as the Mercedes Benz shows up
again. Mike recognizes it, and walks up to the window of the car.
It is the MAN, though, not the lady. The Man speaks with a German
accent - and he is about 35 years old. HIS NAME IS HANS.

		MIKE
	Hi.

		HANS
	Say....

Hans reads Mike's shirt.

		HANS
	Say, Bill. What's happening?

Mike brushes himself off and walks down the road, thinking that
the guy is weird.

		MIKE
	Nothing much.

Hans drives alongside Mike in his car.

		HANS
	Do you want a lift? Bill?

		MIKE
	Hey, isn't this the lady's car?

		HANS
	Is Alena a friend of yours?  She's
	a friend of mine. Any friend of
	Alena's is a friend of mine. Do
	you want to be my friend?

		MIKE
	Not really.

		HANS
	Get in and I'll take you
	someplace. Yes? Where do you want
	to go?

Mike doesn't respond, and walks on.

He pauses a moment, and looks at the houses in the neighborhood.
He looks down the street and can see Hans stopped in his car. The
guy gets out, and leans against the car.

		MIKE
	This guy is a pervert. I can tell.

To Hans:

		MIKE
	Go home!

THE HOUSES LINE THE STREET, EACH WITH A LITTLE CALIFORNIA STYLE
GARDEN. MIKE CAN SEE ALL THE ROOFS OF THE HOUSES LIFT OFF, AND
THE FURNITURE INSIDE EACH HOUSE  FLY OUT AND CIRCLE IN THE AIR.
MIKE GETS THE JITTERS AND PASSES OUT.

THE MERCEDES BENZ PULLS UP NEXT TO HIS HEAD, WHICH IS NOW ON THE
GROUND.

PORtLAnd

When Mike wakes up he is in Scottie's arms. They sit under a
statue in a park. The statue is of two Indians pointing out
across the horizon, and on the base of the statue is written: The
Coming of the White Man.

Mike looks at Scott and then at the new surroundings.
At the Broadway Cafe Mike bites into a hamburger.

		MIKE
	How'd we get home?

		SCOTT
	That German guy. Hans. He brought
	you downtown, you were passed out.
	He said he was heading to
	Portland, so I asked him for a
	ride.

		MIKE
	I don't remember any German guy.

		SCOTT
	Well. You were sleeping.

		MIKE
	How much do you make off me while
	I'm sleeping?

		SCOTT
	Just a ride, Mike. I don't make
	anything. What, you think that I
	sell your body while you are
	asleep.

		MIKE
	Yeah.

Scott sips from a coffee cup.

		SCOTT
	No, Mike. I'm on your side.

He puts down the cup. Mike knows Scottie always tells the truth.
Mike is a little embarrassed, that he has maybe offended Scott's
honor.

		MIKE
	I was Just kidding, dude.

		SCOTT
	Gary's up here somewhere. He left
	three days ago, he flew up with
	some John.

		MIKE
	Exotic. Have you seen your dad?

		SCOTT
	Are you kidding?

		MIKE
	I'd visit my dad, if he was here.

		SCOTT
	I have to take care of you.

		MIKE
	How about your mom?

		SCOTT
	No.

		MIKE
	That lady. She looked like. My
	mother.

		SCOTT
	Is that why you passed out?

		MIKE
	Yeah. I mean. I don't know. She
	really looked like my mother. I
	must have been imagining things.

A pause.

The Broadway Cafe is beginning to pick up in business.  The table
where Scott and Mike sit is in front of a large window, and it is
semi-circular in shape. Scottie spies Gary across the street.

He bounds up out of his chair and Mike watches him as he goes to
the door, kicks it open and yells to Gary.

		SCOTT
	HEY' You dick!

Gary sees Scott and runs across the street.

Later in the BROADWAY CAFE, there are other street kids hanging
around the table.

Scott has his arm around a girl named DENISE, who has a lot of
make up on and long stringy hair and who carries a teddy bear.
Denise is crying and Scott is consoling her.

		MIKE'S THOUGHTS:
	It was almost as if Scott was on
	some sort of crusade or mission,
	when you checked him out.  He
	could make you feel good right at
	the very time that you felt so
	bad. I remember there were many
	times that I had been sobbing in
	Scott's arms and he was helping me
	out too. He was the great
	protector of us all, and the great
	planner. He gave us hope in the
	future. Even though there was no
	future. There must have been real
	trouble at home, though, for Scott
	not to want to visit his father.

Scott strokes Denise's hair adoringly and gives her a kiss every
now and then.

Mike looks across the table at CARL, a skinny kid with black hair
and a large floppy sports cap, and GARY, who is talking with him.

		MIKE'S THOUGHTS
	That's Carl. He's always around
	the Broadway, he didn't run away
	from home like a lot of these kids
	did. He had a mom, and no dad, at
	least they didn't know where he
	was. And one day, he came home to
	the apartment where they lived,
	and there was no mom anymore
	either. He didn't know where she
	went. That was sir months ago.

MARY, an older, wiser street prostitute who is chain smoking Kool
cigarettes.

		MIKE'S THOUGHTS
	That's Mary over there. She was a
	mean old chick. She was maybe
	thirty now. Old, old. Somebody
	once told me that in the past,
	Mary had this enemy, a chick that
	had turned her in. And Mary had
	gone off and kicked this chick to
	death right in the street in front
	of everybody. I don't know if it's
	true, but I watched out, Just in
	case. I was afraid of Mary. And
	everyone else was too.

Mary takes a drag from her cigarette and blows smoke in Mike's
face.

Scott notices this. But he attends to Denise's problems.

MIKE'S THOUGHTS
(as he coughs)
This was our little round table, a
point around which everything else
revolved. It was our "center." It was
like our home. Our living room. Not
everyone was the best of friends, but
everyone knew everyone else, and we
kind of stuck together.

Mike on the street. He watches as a man carrying a large bag of
tin cans, crosses at a crosswalk. Mike steps up to him and begins
walking. His name is MARTY.

		MIKE
	Hey Marty. What's goin' on?

		MARTY
	Is that you Mike? Hey, what's new
	with you? You look pretty good.

		MIKE
	How many you got so far today?

		MARTY
	I reckon that I picked up about
	twenty-three bucks so far with
	these cans, and some I got stashed
	back in the bushes. You know the
	old hiding place?

		MIKE
	Wow!

		MARTY
	Don't tell anybody, though. Just
	between you and me. You need a
	place to stay?

		MIKE
	I always need a place to stay,
	dude.

		MARTY
	Yeah, well, I'm under the bridge.
	You can Join me if you like.

		MIKE
	Yeah, I think I'll rooftop it
	tonight. I'm hanging with a
	friend.

		MARTY
	Am I walking too fast for you?

		MIKE

	No, but I'll see you around. See
you under the bridge.

		MARTY

	Okay, Mike.

Mike stops walking with the guy and he splits down the street at
a fast clip.

Inside the BROADWAY CAFE, Mike smokes a cigarette at the round
table and watches Gary and Carl playing keepaway with Denise's
teddy bear. Denise is swearing, using profanities that are
unusual for a girl.

Night. Mike walks through a dark wet troubled inner-city alley
and on the other side, there is a parked car. In the car sits a
man in his 40's, bestial, good looking but overweight. He beeps
his car horn at Mike.

Mike pauses, lights a cigarette coolly and walks to the car and
leans in the window.

		MIKE
	Hey - what's up?

Int. MOTEL, nighttime.

The man is naked in the background standing In front of a mirror
in a motel bathroom, as Mike sits naked on a bed in front of a
t.v. set laughing at the show that is on.

We see various still compositions of the two making love.

Afield. Day. Two figures cross the field. One is Bob Pigeon, a
man in his fifties, and the other, his manservant, Budd. Because
of his girth, Bob has problems crossing the field.

		BUDD
	Jesus. ..the things we've seen...
	do you remember a thing since we
	moved from graffiti bridge?

		BOB
	No more of that, Budd.

		BUDD
	Ha-ha, what a crazy night.

Above the two walking figures, Gary wakes near a heating duct
atop a ten story building. He yawns, looks down at the street and
spies Bob and Budd.

GARY'S VIEW: a tiny Bob and Budd are making their way across a
field.

		GARY
	Hey, Scottie, here comes that fat
	pig himself!!! He owes me money!

Scottie, atop an adjacent building peeks his head over the edge.
The two guys are relatively close to one another but far from the
street.

		SCOTT
	Who?

		GARY

	You know, the fat one... Pigeon!


		SCOTT

	He stole my shoes, the dick!

		GARY

	Hey, everybody, here comes Bob the
	chiseler!

He yells to the other buildings and other street kids to wake up.
Scottie pours an old paper cup of Coca-Cola over Bob and Budd
below.

		GARY
	Look out, it's raining Coke!

Bob hears the show atop the buildings.

		BOB
	Ah, I think my friends can see I
	am back from Boise.

Bob looks worried and happy at the same time, not knowing if they
are friend or foe. He shields himself from the Coke sprinkles.

		BOB
	Do you see any clouds in the sky,
	Budd?

		BUDD
	No, Bob.

The Derelict Hotel.

Budd and Bob enter the threshold of a busted up but operating
hotel. There is a fire in a trashcan turned upside down, with
holes poked in it.

Budd looks around the hotel.

		BUDD
	Is Jane Lightwork alive, Bob?

		BOB
	She's alive, Budd.

		BUDD
	Is she holding on?

		BOB
	Old... old, Budd.

		BUDD
	She must be old, she has no
	choice...

THE TWO sit at a larger fire deeper into the derelict hotel.

		BUDD
	I remember her daughter, she died
	years ago... of old age. She must
	be old, all right. That was before
	I came to Clements Inn.

		BOB
	(warming by the fire)
	Ahh...

		BUDD

	Jesus... the things that we've
	seen. Aren't I right, Bob? Aren't
	I right?

		BOB

	We have seen the light at the end
	of the tunnel...

		BUDD
	That we have, that we have... in
	fact Bob, we have. Jesus... the
	things that we've seen.

Scott drinks from a beer can inside the derelict hotel, tosses it
to a young boy, laughs, wipes his mouth and puts his lit
cigarette into the mouth of Gary, making his way to some steps,
through a circle of girls, kisses Denise, who we remember from
the Broadway Cafe, and charges up the steps.

Inside the hotel on a staircase landing, Scottie passes a couple
of figures, one is asleep and one is awake.

		SCOTTIE
	Where's Bob?

		A BOY
	Fast asleep.

		BUDD
	And he's snoring like a horse.

SCOTTIE OPENS A DOOR AT THE TOP OF THE STEPS AND WALKS INTO A
ROOM, INTERRUPTING MIKE, WHO STANDS OVER BOB'S SNORING BODY.

Mike coolly holds up a wad of bills and a folded envelope of
cocaine.

		MIKE
	I picked his pocket.

		SCOTTIE
	(whispering)

	What did you get, dude?

		MIKE

	Just this.

Scottie takes the cocaine from him, sits down at the foot of the
bed and begins to unfold the packet. Bob turns in the bed and the
rush of air from the sheets blows the white powder out of the
packet.

		BOB

	What the hell?

Mike laughs.

		BOB

	What time is it, son?

		SCOTTIE
	(climbing in bed with Bob)
	What do you care?

Bob, dazed, is looking around himself, like he is being had.

		SCOTTIE
	(amusing Mike)
	Why, you wouldn't even look at a
	clock, unless hours were lines of
	coke, dials looked like the signs of
	gay bars, or time itself was a fair
	hustler in black leather... isn't
	that right, dude?

Bob staggers out of bed retching and spitting. Then back into his
waking stupor, feeling something is being put over on him.

		SCOTT
	There's no reason to know the
	time. We are timeless.

Bob checks his wallet.

		BOB
	Aren't you forgetting, Scottie my
	boy, [A GOVERNOR'S SON], that we
	who steal, do so at midnight?

Bob's money and cocaine are gone. Bob turns angry and bellows.

		BOB
	What the...who ripped me off?
	Budd!!! Budd!!!

Stairs again

		BUDD
	Yes, Bob!!!

Budd stands at the stoop and comes through the door, Just as Bob
is running out.

		BOB
	I fell asleep and have been
	robbed!

Jane!!!

The room below.

Jane Lightwork, the owner of the established hotel, comes to
arms. She is very old.

		JANE
	You'd think that I could keep the
	peace in my house...

Scott and Mike laugh. Mike gets down on his hands and knees and
tries to scoop up a little cocaine from the floor.

Bedroom.

Hall

		JANE
	Bob, Bob we'll find your drugs.
	We'll find them.

Another hall.

Bob is storming down it in a rage, people opening doors of the
rooms.

		BOB
	Jane, I know you well enough...

Yet another hall.

Hotel dwellers are watching Jane move down the hall answering
Bob.

		JANE
	I know you, ~ you owe me money,
	Bob, and now you pick a fight with
	me, and are disturbing the peace
	of my hotel.

MAIN derelict hall of the hotel.

Bob parades, in his night clothes, in front of a gathering of
outcasts in the hotel.

		BOB
	This hotel is full of thieves...
	Junkies!

		JANE
	You are the thief!

		BOB
	They picked my pocket!

LAUGHTER from the throngs of outcasts. Jane enters a balcony
overlook of the main hall. Mike and Scott enter, arms around each
other, laughing.

		JANE
	It's impossible to board a dozen
	or so men and women who live
	honestly and have the others live
	like Junkies.

One of the dwellers listening to the argument is shooting up as
they speak. We see a close view of the needle and Bob running
around in the background.

Bob makes his way next to Scott.

		BOB
	You have corrupted me, Scottie, I
	was an innocent before I met you.
	..and now look at me.. just a
	little better than wicked. I used
	to be a virtuous man...

Scottie is laughing at him.

		BOB
	'''well, virtuous enough. I swore
	a little. I never gambled more
	than seven times a week. Poker. I
	never picked up a street boy more
	than once a quarter...

Scottie laughs.
		BOB
	... of an hour. Bad company has
	corrupted me. I'll be darned if I
	haven't forgotten what the inside
	of a church looks like.

		MIKE
	Where do you find your strike
	tonight, Bob?

		SCOTTIE
	I see a good change for Bob to
	make. From Stealing to Preaching.

		BOB
	Stealing is my vocation, Scott.
	It's not a sin for a man to labor
	at his vocation.

		GARY
	Hey... .......

The three gather around Gary.

		GARY
	Very early tomorrow morning, there
	will be small time rock and roll
	promoters coming back from their
	show. Every night, they walk home
	with the loot and they stop by the
	Grotto Bar, one mile away from
	here, and more often than not
	they've been drinking already. If
	we can't steal from them on their
	way to the bar, we can get them
	when they come out. See, dude?

		MIKE
	I'm not gonna rob anybody.  I'd
	rather sell my ass. Straight and
	simple. It's less risky.

		BOB
	So long as I don't know these guys
	personally. ..it's okay with me.

		GARY
	They're from Beaverton. New to the
	business...

		MIKE
	Not me. I'm not going along on
	this crackpot scheme. Especially
	since Gary thought it up.

		BOB
	Come oft it, Mikey. Find a better
	way to make a buck. Something to
	fall back on, other than your ass.

		MIKE
	Scott's inheritance.

Bob walks away from the two others.

		SCOTT
	(whispering)
	Come along, Mikey. I have a joke I
	wanna play... a joke I can't pull
	off alone...

Mike laughs and joins Bob, hugging him around his fat belly.

		BOB
	Oh, my sweetheart, come and rob
	with us tomorrow.

		MIKE
	I was going to come anyway.

SCOTT hugs the others too.

		MIKE
	We'll be rich!!!

Scottie dances away.

		SCOTT
	Provide for us, oh great
	psychedelic Papa!

Scottie grabs Denise and kisses her then begins to leave through
the door. He throws her to Mike who catches her and runs off with
her.

		SCOTT
	Good catch dude. ..and meet me on
	three street!

Scott leaves, Bob follows him:
0utside the derelict hotel.

		BOB
	Scott. When you inherit your
	fortune, on your twenty-first
	birthday, let's see. ..how far
	away is this?

		SCOTT
	One week away, Bob, just one more
	week.

		BOB
	Let's not call ourselves robbers,
	but Diannah's foresters. Gentlemen
	of the shade. Minions of the Moon.
	Men of good government.

		SCOTT
	(under his breath)
	When I turn twenty-one, I don't want
	any more of this life. My mother and
	father will be surprised at the
	incredible change. It will impress
	them more when such a fuck up like
	me turns good than if I had been a
	good son all along. All the past
	years I will think of as one big
	vacation. At least it wasn't as
	boring as schoolwork. All my bad
	behavior I'm going to throw away to
	pay my debt. I will change when
	everybody expects it the least.

Scott turns and leaves.

		BOB
	And you will become a hard roller,
	a hatchet man for your old man.

Scott laughs to himself, because he knows Bob is misunderstanding
him. Bob is part of the past life that he says he is going to
throw away.

		SCOTT
	No! You will be the hatchet man,
	Bob, that will be your job, and so
	there will rarely be a job
	hatcheted. It will be one big
	endless party, won't it?

Bob laughs. Scott walks across a field.

		BOB
	Well, at least my little friend
	has offered me a job. They are so
	good to me.

Inside the Broadway Cafe. Day.

Denise and Mike hang out together. Both are smoking cigarettes
which have made a billow of smoke that hangs over the table that
is in the front window.

		DENISE
	Moms are great, because, you know,
	I could always go to my mom and
	say, hey I need a new lipstick,
	and she would always give me money
	for that. That was great.

		MIKE
	I only saw my mom once, but I
	remember what she looked like. She
	was very beautiful.

		DENISE
	What do you mean, once?

		MIKE
	When I was born.

		DENISE
	How could you remember when that
	god-awful thing happened?

		MIKE
	Dunno. But I remember it. how
	beautiful and kind she good. Yeah,
	I remember was. She was good

		DENISE
	And she split from you, huh?

		MIKE
	Maybe she didn't mean to.

		DENISE
	Did you see what was going on,
	Mike? Between Pinky and Dale? Did
	you see that? That's the third
	fight I've seen today. Things
	always happen in threes.

		MIKE
	I don't know. They have a sort of,
	ah, relationship. Between them.

Across the street there are three people, a TALL MAN, who has his
hat stuck on his boot and a lady and another man with a dog on a
leash.

		MIKE
	I don't know about that, but, ah,
	listen, what you and me talk
	about, it's just between us, you
	understand? Hey, what's over
	there, see those assholes? Who are
	they, you know any of them?

		DENISE
	I can't see that far

DENISE STANDS AND OPENS THE FRONT DOOR AND YELLS ACROSS THE
STREET.

		DENISE
	HEY!

The group across the street look up and begin yelling back, but
we cannot hear them.

Under the Burnside Bridge, day.

Mike and Denise kiss, and their arms are entangled in a loving,
but awkward embrace. Twigs and leaves are caught in Denise's hair
as they are lying on the ground.

Different STILL COMPOSITIONS OF SEX while they are lying in the
wilds under the bridge.

Then...

Denise lights a cigarette.

		DENISE
	That reminds me, I gotta send my
	Ma a Christmas card, I still
	haven't done it yet.

		MIKE
	Yeah, I haven't done it either.

		DENISE
	Your mom lives in Idaho right now?

		MIKE
	Yeah.

		DENISE
	I used to live in Montana.

		MIKE
	My own cousin. He's dead. that's
	one...two... And my grandma, it
	usually comes in threes.

		DENISE
	Does come in threes.

		MIKE
	My cousin died, my grandmother
	died, and right after she died,
	her daughter died. My aunt. Within
	a year. And they wuz all women,
	not even a year, six...well....
	six months-eight months, three
	women in the family died.

A pause.

		MIKE
	That's funny, huh? I WONDER WHY
	YOU THOUGHT THAT, cuz, my FATHER
	says stuff like that.

		DENISE
	Well, my grandma was
	superstitious.

		MIKE
	My father told me that, said
	things usually come in threes...
	and I said, .... you're crazy.

A Long pause. A motorcycle passes, someone yells, and a horn
honks.

		MIKE
	It sounds crazy. That's my lucky
	number too.

		DENISE
	Huh?

		MIKE
	Three.

		DENISE
	Mine's eight.

		MIKE
	I like three.

		DENISE
	You know why I like eight?

		MIKE
	Why?

		DENISE
	Cause of the eight ball. You know.
When you're stuck behind the eight
ball? I fuckin' feel stuck behind
the eight ball today, I'll tell

you. The business is so slow in the
middle of the week, you know that
Mike?

Public bathroom. Night.

Mike empties the contents of his pockets at a bathroom sink. He
has in his possession: One condom. One comb with blond hair stuck
in it. One nickel. Half a stick of gum. One knife with the letter
W stamped on it.

He arranges these things in a neat order on the surface of the
sink while a man flushes a toilet in the background and uses
another sink. Mike is quite at home here. He takes his time
arranging the articles, and washing his hands. He looks over at
the man washing his hands and gives him a friendly smile.

The man leaves. Mike puts all the things on the sink into his
pockets. Then he walks over to a urinal, unzips his fly and
starts to take a leak. A shadow opens the door in back of him,
and without turning around, Mike senses the presence of a man.

Alleyway. Night.

Scottie is helping Bob with a disguise, putting on pants over a
large belly, with medallions around the neck.

		SCOTT
	How long has it been, Bob, since
	you could see your own feet?

		BOB
	About four years, Scottie. Four
	years of grief. It blows a man up
	like a balloon.

Mike and Budd appear, running, with costumes on. There are two
others behind them.

		MIKE
	There's rock and roll money
	walking this way!

		BUDD
	And they're drunk as skunks.

		MIKE
	This is going to be easy. We can
	do it lying down.

		SCOTT
	But don't fall asleep, now, Mike.

		BUDD
	Shh! Here they come!

		SCOTT
	You four should head them off
	there!

		BOB
	We four? How many are walking with
	them?

		MIKE
	About six.

		BOB
	Huh, shouldn't they be robbing us?

Scottie laughs. Bob waddles along the side of the alleyway,
stepping on a curb, then in a pothole losing his balance. Another
accomplice whistles from atop a building. We SEE the group of
ROCK AND ROLL promoters.

Bob walks further from Mike and Scottie.

		SCOTTIE
	If they escape from you, we'll get
	them here.

Bob struggles as he walks.

		BOB
	Eight feet of cobblestones is like
	30 yards of flat road with me.

Mike and Scott run off, laughing at him.

		BOB
	I can't see a damned thing in
	here.

		BUDD
	Jesus, will you shut up! And keep
	on your toes!

Budd sees the promoters coming and waves to Bob as he lies down
on the ground.

		BUDD
	Lie down!!

		BOB
	Lie down!?

		BUDD
	Lie down and stay quiet, until
	they round the corner and we'll
	ambush them.

		BOB
	Have you got a crane to lift me up
	again?

Budd laughs.

		MIKE
	They're coming!!

Down the way, the rock and roll promoters are approaching, having
no knowledge of the buffoonery at the other end of the tunneling
alleyway. They are drunk.

		VICTIM 1
	Come along neighbor, Tommy will
	lead the way. I've lost track of
	time... (burp)

At the other end of the alley:

Bob and three others are marching in procession, chanting, a
facsimile of Rashneesh, but a bad act.

The rock promoters approach, smashing a bottle.

		VICTIM 1
	Who are these jokers?

		VICTIM 2
	Rashneesh, listen!

		VICTIM 1
	They're chanting....

Scottie and Mike hide behind garbage cans, laughing.

The rock promoters circle the group of chanting Rashneesh.

		VICTIM 3
	I thought that all you Rashneesh
	had up and left...

Victim 1 pours a beer on one of their heads. Just as he does this
Bob pulls out two long pistols, almost heavy enough that he
cannot hold them straight, barrels parallel.

		BOB
	Aha! One move and I'll blow you
	away, you sully scumbags, up
	against that wall!

One of the victims falls down and begins to run away. One of
Bob's men starts after him. A lockbox that he was carrying falls
to the ground. Bob spies it.

		BOB
	No! Let him go!

Bob aims one pistol at the running figure as he keeps the others
against the wall with the other pistol. He fires three times. One
of Bob's boys grabs the lockbox.

A VIEW of the running figure, bullets cutting around him.

		BOB
	Look at him go!

		VICTIM 2
	Don't shoot us!

Bob winks at the lockbox and shoots the gun in the air.

All the rock promoters go running. Bob charges after them, firing
the gun twice more in the air, then once at the lockbox, breaking
it open.

		BOB
	The valise is open. Let's see what
	we got.

Mike and Scottie hiding behind trashcans.

		SCOTTIE
	Where are our disguises?

Mike runs to his stash and finds two large capes and large hats.
They put these on.

Bob finds wads of money and receipts.

		BOB
	Ticket anyone? To next week's
	show?

He throws these on the ground and the boys fall over themselves
for the tickets. Bob wads the money and puts it back in the box,
laughing to himself.

Mike and Scottie sneak closer to the group still hiding, long
flowing capes concealing their identity.

		BOB
	Scott and Mike have disappeared,
	did the shots scare them away?

They sneak closer. Mike lights a big firecracker and waits.

		BOB
	...maybe we should get the hell
	out of here. But, are they such
	chickens?

A LOUD EXPLOSION!

Mike and Scottie, disguised, jump out with large silver baseball
bats, swinging them and making as much noise as they can,
knocking over a set of garbage cans, flashing flashlights into
Bob and the others' eyes.

Frightened, Bob drops the lockbox and runs, the others follow,
Mike and Scottie hitting them with the bats as they go.

		BOB
	Get the box! Oh, Fuck!

Mike swings the bat at Bob, it grazes the side of a building and
sparks fly from it. Bob wheezes from the run.

Scottie chases the others in the same direction.

They stand, kicking garbage cans and watching them run,
convulsing with laughter.

		SCOTTIE
	The thieves scatter!

		MIKE
	Bob Pigeon will sweat to death!

Jack Favor enters the Governor's CHAMBERS day.

		JACK
	Can anyone tell me about my son?

He walks across the room.

		JACK
	It's been a full three months
	since I last saw him. Where is my
	son Scott?

		AID
	We don't know, sir.

		JACK
	Ask around in Old Town, in some of
	the taverns there. Some say he
	frequently is seen down there
	drinking with street denizens.
	Some who they say even rob our
	citizens and store owners. I can't
	believe that such an effeminate
	boy supports such 'friends.'

A high overhead (helicopter?) view of the country landscape in
the early morning. Far below us on a lonely road is a small dot,
a motorcycle, traveling east.

Further along on its travels, the motorcycle crosses a steel
BRIDGE.

Old Town day.
Scottie and Mike, riding on a stolen motorcycle, sweep through
the early morning streets without being noticed.

Stopping at a stop light in the city.

Scott pauses to think.

		SCOTT
	Mikey, do you realize how long I
	have been here out on the streets,
	on this crusade?

		MIKE
	About as long as the rest of us. I
	mean. I can't even remember that
	far back, Scott, I mean

		SCOTT
	It's been three years, Mike.

		MIKE
	Wow... that's a really long time,
	Scott. Have I been here three
	years, too?

		SCOTT
	What I'm getting at, Mike, is that
	we are survivors.

		MIKE
	Yeah, well, so, isn't that
	obvious?

		SCOTT
	Yes. It is incredibly obvious.
	They could drop a bomb on this
	city and you know what we would
	do?

		MIKE
	(thinking)
	DIE?

		SCOTT
	No. We would survive. Because we
	are...

		MIKE
	Survivors!

		SCOTT
	Right, Mike.

		MIKE
	Say, Scott. Whaddya say we go
	survive over at the Broadway Cafe
	a little bit, at least it's warm
	over there.

Int. Broadway Cafe. Day.

Mike and Scott sit around the table with Carl and Mary. Mike
blows a smoke ring.

Denise runs in the door of the cafe, excited about something.

		DENISE
	MIKE! Scottie! There's a man from
	City Hall down the street. He
	wants to speak with you, Scottie.

		SCOTT
	What's that?

		DENISE
	He says that he's sent by your
	father.

		SCOTT
	Say hello and send him to my
	mother.

		MIKE
	What kind of a man is it?

		DENISE
	A young man. And he's got cops
	with him.

		SCOTT
	Cops....

Street exterior day.

Two POLICEMEN and one OFFICIAL are walking down the street toward
the Broadway cafe.

Broadway Cafe interior day.

The cops enter, passing The PROPRIETOR of the cafe, an aging
heavyset woman named NANCY.

		NANCY
	Good morning, officers...

		COP 2
	How are you this morning, NANCY?
	Don't mind if we take a look
	around your place, do you?

One officer is already inspecting the stolen motorcycle outside.

Mike sees this, and looks the other way from the cop who is
peering in the Broadway cafe window.

		COP 1
	Have you seen the young Scott
	Favor?

		NANCY
	I do believe he was here just a
	second ago. Nancy looks in the
	front window.

		NANCY
	Oh, yeah, there he is.

Nancy points Scott out.

Scott is giving Denise a long kiss, hiding from the cops.  The
OFFICIAL walks to the front window of the Cafe.  Scott pretends
he is being rudely interrupted.

		SCOTT
	Ah-ha... what have we here?

		OFFICIAL
	Excuse me... Mr. Favor... we have
	been sent in search of a fat
	man... a large bearded....

		COP 1
	FAT MAN...

		COP 2
	Goes by Bob Pigeon.

		SCOTT
	Bob Pigeon?

		COP 1
	That's right.

		SCOTT
	What do you want with him?

		COP 2
	Ahem. There's been a report, sir,
	he has been involved in a
	holdup...

		COP 1
	Last night. Have you seen him?

		SCOTT
	I saw him around last night, when
	was the holdup?

		COP 1
	Late. Two in the morning.

		SCOTT
	I saw him about four, but he
	wasn't very loose with his wallet.
	Did he get away with any of the
	money?

		COP 2
	Yes, indeed, sir... two thousand
	dollars of a rock promoter's
	money.

		SCOTT
	Well, anyway, I haven't seen him
	recently. Why do you look here?

		COP 1

	They say he has friends here.

		SCOTTIE

	I beg your pardon.

		COP 2
	Sorry...

		OFFICIAL
	Sorry for the interruption. We
	have a message for you from your
	father. He says that he would like
	to see you as soon as possible.

THE OFFICIAL HANDS SCOTT AN ENVELOPE.

		SCOTT

	Thank you for your message.

Scott takes the envelope and puts it on the table.

street, day.

The police close the door.

		COP 1

	Hmmm.

		COP 2
	What about the dead body.

		COP 1
	Let's not get Favor's kid involved
	in this report if we can help it.
	But if he were my son, I'd....

Cop 1 makes a fist and slams It In the palm of his other hand.

INT. Broadway Cafe.

		MIKE
	Bob is a wanted man now.

		SCOTTIE
	And as dangerous to be around as
	cops themselves.

		MIKE
	We need a hiding place.

		SCOTTIE
	Where should we go?

		MIKE
	To visit my brother.

		SCOTT
	You have a brother?

		MIKE
	Yes, I have one.

		SCOTT
	Where is he?

		MIKE
	He's in     he's in

Mike suddenly begins to shake, and, falls asleep.

Scottie picks up the envelope from his father and puts it in his
pocket.

Mike and Scott are stuck on a long straight road in the desert.
Mike is angry at Scott because he doesn't think he knows how the
motorcycle works.

Scott is trying again and again to start the engine.

		MIKE
	Come on...

		SCOTT
	Shut up, Mike.

He tries to turn it over again.

		SCOTT
	If I had known that it was going
	to be this hard to start, then I
	wouldn't have stopped it at all.

Mike looks at the road and the surrounding area. It is the same
road that he was stuck on in the beginning.

		MIKE
	Scott? I just know that I have
	been on this road before.

Mike stares at the face in the road. Two cactus for eyes,
mountains for hair, a cloud shadow forms the mouth over a red
nose road with a dotted line running down it.

At night, Scott and Mike sit next to a fire they have made on the
side of the road.  We can hear Indians in the distance dancing
and chanting a song.

		MIKE
	It sure is lonely out in the
	desert.

		SCOTT
	Yeah, I guess.

		MIKE
	If I had had a normal family, and
	a good upbringing, then I would
	have been a well adjusted person.
	But somehow that just didn't work
	out.

		SCOTT
	Depends on what you'd call
	"normal. -

		MIKE
	Well, normal, you know, with a mom
	and a dad and a dog and shit like
	that... normal.

		SCOTT
	So you didn't have a dog?  Or you
	didn't have a dad...

		MIKE
	I didn't have a dog and I didn't
	have a dad. Well, not a normal
	dad...

The music is getting louder. It sounds like a war chant.

		MIKE
	Hey Scott?

		SCOTT
	What?

Mike is hesitating.  He is about to say something personal.  He
looks at Scott and back to the fire, a few times too many.

		SCOTT
	What, Mike?

		MIKE
	Oh.  Have you ever.  Uh...

Scott is getting Mike's drift. Mike rubs his crotch.

		MIKE
	I mean, don't you ever get horny?

		SCOTT
	Yeah.  But...

		MIKE
	Oh, yeah... not for a guy.

		SCOTT
	Mike.  Two guys can't love each
	other.  They can only be friends.

An awkward moment passes where Mike is looking away from Scott
and Scott can't help but look at Mike.  Then Scott catches Mike's
eye and motions for him to come closer to him.

Mike walks over to Scott and Scott holds him in his arms.

Overhead VIEW of the two in front of the campfire.

		SCOTT
	I only have sex for money.

Mike starts to get out some money.

		SCOTT
	I can't take your money.

A pause.

		SCOTT
	But we can be close friends.

The next morning. Mike is sleeping. As he opens his eyes, he can
see Scott still trying to start the motorcycle.

Mike stands and looks down the road at an approaching State
Police Car. Mike, afraid of the police, starts to move into the
bushes.

Scott is out of breath trying to start the bike.

		MIKE
	Scott, look...

Scott looks in the direction of the police car.

		SCOTT
	Looks like this is it.

		MIKE
	Yeah.

Scott hits the side of the gas tank of the bike with the palm of
his hand.

		SCOTT
	Can't get the bike started. Cops
	are coming. Stuck in the middle of
	nowhere with a stolen bike. Yeah,
	Mike. Looks like this is the end.

The policeman pulls up to them and parks.

The policeman sits in his car for a second and reports into the
radio, then he gets out and walks over to the boys.

Mike gets scared and runs into the desert.

The cop stands and watches. Mike has nowhere to go, he is running
into an open desert.

The policeman, a full blooded American Indian, seems amused at
his power. He looks at Scott then back at Mike, who trips in the
desert and falls in a cloud of dust.

		COP
	What's the matter with him?

		SCOTT
	I don't know. I guess he doesn't
	like cops.

		COP
	Yeah.

		SCOTT
	That's how it looks.

		COP
	What are you kids doing out here?

		SCOTT
	This cycle is one bitch to turn
	over. But you probably don't know
	about motorcycles. You aren't a
	motorcycle cop.

		COP
	I turned a few.

Scott walks through the desert looking for Mike where he dropped.
He picks him up out of the dirt, spit dripping from his sleeping
lips, and smacks him in the face.

		SCOTT
	Wake up, Mikey, the heat's off.

Mike will not wake up.

When Mike wakes up. He is inside a TRAILER at night.

Scott is eating sandwiches to his right that are on a little TV.
tray.

There is MIKE'S BROTHER leaning into him on his left. He looks at
Mike offensively. His brother is very good looking, but looks
like he has lost his mind somewhere down the line. Which is why
he lives in the desert in a trailer, away from people.

		SCOTT
	Look, Mike. Sandwiches.

		BROTHER
	Your mother... now she was a right
	woman. She used to be so proud of
	you... you know... she would just
	beam. And not Jim Beam either. If
	you know what I mean. We used to
	drive for hours to get a look at
	you. I remember, what was it...
	eighteen years ago?

		MIKE
	Twenty-one.

		BROTHER
	Is that how old you are now? I
	thought you wuz younger than
	that... what? Well anyway, we
	would start off in the morning to
	see you, and it would take an hour
	to get to the institution. You
	were maybe one year old. What?  I
	wasn't proud that you had to live
	in an institution, mind you... but
	all the same, when I would look at
	you, all the institutional walls
	would come down and we were a
	family. Your mom, me, and you. God
	knows where dad was.

Mike is getting visibly upset. Scott gets up to go to the
bathroom.

Inside the bathroom night.

Scott enters and notices a velvet portrait of a woman hanging on
the wall. Off screen Scott can hear Mike and his Brother.

		MIKE (o.s.)
	I don't belong to you, DUDE... I'm
	not yours...

		BROTHER (o.s.)
	(his voice booms out so
	unexpectedly deep and loud that
	Scott is startled) Shut your
	mouth! Don't you talk back...

His brother hits the table with a crash.

Living room night.

		BROTHER
	Well... (takes a breath )
	Anyway. You were maybe not in the
	biological sense, my brother, but in
	our business, ~..... (holds his
	hands up in the air) And If I'm not
	Your brother, how's come you turned
	out exactly like me then?

Mike has gotten the jitters and fallen asleep in front of him.

Scott enters from the bathroom.

		BROTHER
	Oh, he'll come out or it. It's
	like this whenever we get together
	It's always like this when we get
	together  It's the way that we say
	hello to each other.

He holds his head down.

		BROTHER
	I'm all that he's got. But he
	doesn't want me. He doesn't care.
	He'd rather live out on the
	streets. I love him, though.

Scott looks around the trailer at all the velvet portraits
hanging on the walls.

		BROTHER
	Oh. I paint these for a living.
	But sometimes the people don't
	send the check when they get
	finished. So I keep them. I like
	them.

Ext. Trailer. Night.

Mike and his brother sip iced tea. Colored lights decorate the
trailer.

		BROTHER
	Want me to tell you what happened
	to your Mom? Have you ever heard
	it? Did you ever hear what the
	hell happened to her?

		MIKE
	No. But I don't care.

		BROTHER
	You loved her, and don't tell know
	you did. me you didn't. I

		MIKE
	I didn't even know her.

		BROTHER
	Yeah, you loved her, though.

		MIKE
	I already heard what happened to
her.

		BROTHER
	But you don't know the whole
	story. One thing about the truth.
	It's interesting.

		MIKE
	I don't care.

		BROTHER
	If you had known her, you would
	care. She would see guys on the
	side. At night. When I wouldn't be
	around... maybe I'd be in San
	Francisco or some darned place,
	doing my own business. God knows
	where. She would see guys...
	yeah.... anyway   along comes this
	guy. A guy we both knew. A guy who
	was into cards. A gamblin' man.
	And he said that he used to herd
	cattle in Argentina. I dunno,
	maybe he did, and he had a bit of
	money. More'n I had at that point
	in time. But it was funny, the way
	he gambled. He was not safe in the
	friends that he made. So his money
	would come and go real fast....

		MIKE
	I never heard this one before.

		BROTHER
	So this guy, your Mom fell for.
	What? She went cuckoo over this
	guy. Well, their affair went on
	for a year or so and your mom
	wanted to marry this guy. She was
	already married to our real dad.
	So he said no. He didn't love her
	anyways. But she wanted him to
	marry her. And to have a little
	family. That's when you were born.
	As a matter of fact, you were
	really the cause of this whole
	mess. She wanted to make a little
	family and take you and this guy
	someplace and set something up.

(slaps his leg with his hand)

A family thing! Ridiculous, right. A
card man. Had a bunch of money, but
could have just as well lost it on
his next hand. Probably did too. Well
you'll see what I'm getting at.

		MIKE
	That's not how I heard it.

		BROTHER
	Yeah, I know. You heard it from me
	and I'm telling it different this
	time, see? So this Mom of yours
	found herself a fuckin' gun. I
	thought she was going to blow me
	away with it one night. She got so
	into this gun. She would flash it
	to anybody that gave her trouble.
	She would sleep with it. Yeah...
	strange, huh? She would stir fry
	vegetables with the loaded gun.
	What? I mean    What? I used to
	say, politely, "Mom, don't go
	stirring up dinner with the gun,
	now, you'll blow a hole in the
	frying pan." What?

Mike begins to cry.

		BROTHER
	And she used to do other things
	with this gun. Sexy things with
	it. Oh, boy, she was into this
	thing. I just thought it was some
	sort of weird phase that she was
	going through. And so anyway, this
	guy, who she was cuckoo over,
	brought her to the movies one
	night. A drive-in movie in a
	stolen car, don't-chaknow, what?
	And the movie was.... ah.... RIO
	BRAVO or some shit like that. And
	well, she went and shot this
	guy.... don't-cha-know.

		MIKE
	You're making this up as you go
	along, bro.

		BROTHER
	And they didn't find him until the
	next show, RIO BRAVO playing on
	the big screen. Spilled popcorn
	soaking up the blood.

Mike begins to really cry now, bawling and coughing.

		SCOTT
	(who has been listening)
	Oh, come on, how corny, man....

		BROTHER
	No. Your mom had to split, and
	split she did. And that guy. That
	guy was your real father.

		MIKE (sniffs)
	I knew that was coming. You sure
	do like to make me cry, bro.

		BROTHER
	And I got this card from her, not
	too awful long ago. Maybe a year.

Mike's Brother hands him a postcard with a Holiday Inn motel on
the front of it. Written on the card, Mike's mom says she is
working as a waitress there, in the "Blue Room" of the Holiday
Inn off Interstate 85 outside Boise, Idaho. He also hands him a
picture of his mom.

Mike and Scott wore sunglasses as they journeyed onward to the
Blue Room, Scott driving the motorcycle and Mike riding on the
back.

Night time exterior of the Holiday Inn.

Mike and Scott pull up on the motorcycle and park it.

Inside the Holiday Inn.

A hostess is standing in front of a sign that bills "Shecky
Crude" as the featured entertainer of the evening in the "Blue
Room."

Mike is speaking to the hostess. He shows her his picture of mom.

		MIKE
	My mother works here. Her name is
	Dorothy.

		HOSTESS
	(thinks for a second)
	No. I can't think of anyone by that
	name. Let me get the manager.

The hostess picks up the phone.

Manager's office night.

A MANAGER is sitting behind his desk wearing a shiny blue suit,
he shifts in his swiveling chair, and looks at the Holiday Inn
Postcard that Mike's mother sent to his father.

		MANAGER
	Dorothy, Dorothy   There was a
	Dorothy Biondi used to work here a
	year ago, but she split. Saved up
	all her money and headed to Italy.

		MIKE
	To Italy?

		MANAGER
	Yeah. It took her forever to save
	any cash, but she did, and flew
	away. She was looking for her
	family. I guess she came from
	Italy. But she didn't look
	Italian.

		SCOTT
	Was your mom Italian?

		MIKE
	I don't know.   I guess that she
	was.

In the lobby of the Holiday Inn at night.

Mike and Scott witness the arrival of the German Mercedes Benz
parts salesman.

		SCOTT
	There's that guy.

		MIKE
	Who?

		SCOTT
	The guy who gave us a ride from
	Portland. What's he doing here?

Scott and Mike walk up to him. HANS turns and a broad smile
crosses his face.

		HANS
	Mike! Scottie! How good to run
	into you! My dear boys! How have
	you been?

Inside Hans' hotel bathroom. Night.

Mike lies in a bathtub in sudsy water. There is a pounding on the
bathroom door.

		MIKE
	I just got in the tub! Wait your
	turn.

		HANS
	But Mike! Don't you want anything
	to eat? We are ordering room
	service. Ya?

		MIKE
	Ahhh.  Room service?  Ya!  Let me
	see. Two hamburgers, with cheese,
	onions, lettuce, tomato, no
	pickles. A Coke and french fries.

		HANS
	O.K. That's hamburger wiz
	everything, no pickles, Coke,
	french fries.

		MIKE
	That is correct.

		HANS
	Thank you.

		MIKE
	You're welcome.

As Mike and Scott eat their hamburgers, Hans sits across from
them next to a small desk light on a double bed in his Holiday
Inn room.

		HANS
	How are the hamburgers, boys?

		MIKE
	They're okay, Hans.

		SCOTT
	Good, Hans. I don't think that
	I've tasted a hamburger as fine as
	this Holiday Inn hamburger.

		HANS
	I'm glad that you like it.

The boys eat approvingly.

		HANS
	How did you boys get so far? I
	only left you in Portland a few
	days ago.

		SCOTT
	We rode on our trusty motorcycle.

		HANS
	And what brings you to the Holiday
	Inn?

		SCOTT
	Business.

		HANS
	What kind of business?

		SCOTT
	We're selling motorcycles.

Still images of Mike, Scott and Hans having sex in the motel.

Hans rides his newly purchased motorcycle across the plains from
Boise to Picabu, Idaho. A local policeman pulls him over doing 95
mph in a 45 mph zone.

At the Boise Airport Scott and Mike stand in a ticket line. The
ticket taker stamps their tickets.

		TICKET TAKER
	Do you have any baggage?

Mike and Scott shake their heads no.

ItaliA

Mike wakes up and finds himself sitting beside the Trevi fountain
in Rome. There are other street kids surrounding him fishing for
coins that tourists have thrown in the fountain. He doesn't see
Scott.
He looks around a bit.

		SCOTT (o.s.)
	Mikey! Over here!

Mike's VIEW of Scott in a taxi cab.

The TAXI pulls up to a small farmhouse on a hill outside of Rome.
Mike and Scott get out and walk around the house. A farmer is
cutting his crop on the next hillside.

A DOG walks up to them.

The taxi driver gets out of the car and asks for his money in
Italian. Scott holds out the money that he has and the driver
takes it, counting it out for himself.

Mike walks around a corner of the house and notices the doors are
open as the cab drives off down the drive.

Scott sits down on the stoop in front of a shack and Mike steps
into the house.

		MIKE
	Mom?............Hello?

An extremely Beautiful Italian girl walks around the corner where
Scott is sitting. He can't see her. And she leans against the
shack and stares at him, then looks up at Mike, who is walking
through the house trying to find someone.

		GIRL
	Hello.

		SCOTT
	Hi. Is this your house?

The girl is a little shy and leans on the shack.

		GIRL
	No. This isn't my house, but. It
	is my uncle's house.

		SCOTT
	I'm Scott.

		GIRL
	I'm Carmella.

		SCOTT
	And he is Mike. We came from
	America to find his mother.

		CARMELLA
	Oh. An American woman?

		SCOTT
	Yeah, do you know her?

		CARMELLA
	Yes, but. It is not true that she
	lives here..

		SCOTT
	It isn't true?

		CARMELLA
	No. She left a long time ago. Back
	to America.

		SCOTT
	Oh, shit.  Was she your friend?

		CARMELLA
	I wanted to speak English, and she
	taught it to me.

Scott looks up at her, a little surprised.

Mike walks from the house to Scott and Carmella.

		CARMELLA
	Hello. My name is Carmella.

		MIKE
	I'm Mike.

		CARMELLA
	Hello Mike.

		SCOTT
	She knows your mom.

Later in the afternoon, Mike is inside of a room in the house,
and he is crying. He is talking to Scottie, who is holding him.

		MIKE
	I mean, Christ, we come all this
	fuckin' way and she ain't here
	either. Where'd she go from here?

Mike walks through the rooms of the Italian country

MIKE'S VIEW of a room, and Scott is just closing the door. He
winks at Mike as he shuts it.

Inside the room, Carmella and Scott lay down on the bed and kiss.

Scott takes off his clothes and ravishes Carmella, tearing at her
dress.

Carmella is naked and the two grab and twist with each other on
the white bed.

Still views of the lovemaking.

Mike in the country, watching the farmer in the field.

Mike approaches the house and there is a taxi cab waiting.
Carmella is putting a suitcase in the trunk.

Scott helps Carmella in the front seat of the taxi.

		SCOTT
	Hey, Mike. Let me talk with you
	for a second.

Scott follows Mike inside the house and into a room.

		SCOTT
	I'm gonna take some time off.

Scott gives Mike an American Express card.

		SCOTT
	Don't leave home without it. Ha-
	ha. (Mike doesn't think it's
	funny)
	I mean, maybe I'll run into you
down	 the road.

Mike is shocked but sees what Scott needs to do as he looks out
the window and can see Carmella in the taxi.

		MIKE
	Yeah, sure. Okay.

		SCOTT
	Sorry about this, dude.

		MIKE
	I'll be okay. Don't worry about
	me.

		SCOTT
	Sorry, but....

		MIKE
	No, man, forget it. Hurry up,
	she's waiting, you're gonna lose
	her.

Mike hides a tear.

		SCOTT
	All right. You sure you'll be
	okay?

		MIKE
	Go on, get out of here.

Outside, a dog watches the taxi leave down a rutted dirt drive.

		MIKE'S THOUGHTS:
	Well. So much for the great
	protector-of-us-all. Protector of
	himself, more like. I couldn't
	believe Scott would leave me here
	in the middle of a foreign
	country.

Inside, Mike goes into one of his fits, snorting, a little like a
pig, and falls asleep.

PoRtland

Mike wakes up in an airline's passenger seat. A STEWARDESS is
leaning over him.

		STEWARDESS
	Wake up. Wake up, we're here.

		MIKE
	Where? Where am I?

		STEWARDESS
	You're in Portland.

INT. BROADWAY CAFE in the day.

Mike sits at the round table in front of the window.

Denise is with a new boy, STUART, and they are making out.  Mary
sits and chain smokes cigarettes, there are three other UNKNOWNS
around the table.

		MIKE
	And so, I was back in Portland,
	enjoying the life I used to lead.
	It was like I was back from a
	vacation. Denise had a boyfriend
	now....

Ext. street night.

Cars cruise by. Mike is on a street corner. He hops into a
stranger's car.

Int. MOTEL night.

Still views of Mike having sex with a date.

		MIKE
	... and I enjoyed the fruits of my
	labor.

CLOSE VIEW of money exchanging hands.

BROADWAY CAFE day.

Mike is at the table again, smoking a cigarette.

There are three new kids who look very MEAN, and are hassling
another kid, pulling his collar and throwing him around.

		MIKE'S THOUGHTS
	And there were new kids who were
	coming around who wanted to take
	your money. It was a dark period
	for the streets. Normally, Scott
	would keep order In the Broadway
	Cafe.

A Hot dog stand. Gary cheerfully prepares Mike a hot dog.

		MIKE'S THOUGHTS
	Gary and Ray both got work at
	stands. It was funny...

Int. Deli day.

Ray serves Mike a hot dog.

		MIKE'S THOUGHTS
	( they both sold hot dogs. Which
	is what they were used to selling
	on the streets in the old days.
	These guys had really changed, I
	thought.

Mike's FACE, outdoors in the daytime.

He looks out on the cityscape.

The buildings of the city uproot and tumble in the air.

Jakes restaurant night.

Mike wakes up.  He is sitting next to Bob and Budd. A new friend,
a colorfully dressed man named BAD GEORGE, who looks like a
street minstrel, talks on the street in front of a fancy
restaurant.  Bad George is obnoxiously yelling in Bob's face.

		BAD GEORGE
	Bob! What tidings I bring you. And
	such joy. Some of that old rot gut
	that you and I used to drink. I
	have three bottles stashed in the
	bushes out on eighty-second.

		BOB
	What blew you in?

		BAD GEORGE
	Think of the fun we can have, if
	we could only rind a ride for a
	journey to the bushes where the
	hooch is hid.

		BOB
	If I shared your wine, I might
	catch this awful disease you
	appear to have. My clothes would
	turn striped, and I would suddenly
	have bells on my toes, like this
	here...

Bob points to George's bells on his shoes.

		BAD GEORGE
	Bob, you're one of the greatest
	living men on Three-street.

		BOB
	That is correct.

		BAD GEORGE
	Surely you can find us a ride
	somewhere.

		MIKE'S THOUGHTS:
	As I listened to Bad George and
	Bob talk, I watched across the
	street as a long black car pulled
	up alongside one of the fancier
	restaurant/bar establishments of
	Portland. And who got out of that
	car? It was the old protector-of-
	us-all, himself Scottie Favor.

Bob notices the group of men getting out of a car in front of the
restaurant. One of them is Scottie , in a three pieced suit. He
is with his Italian girlfriend.

		BOB
	If it isn't Scottie Favor himself.
	Blessed are they who have been my
	close friends. Now dressed in a
	three pieced suit and looking
	every bit a gentleman! He has run
	into his inheritance.

		BAD GEORGE
	Who?

		BOB
	George, Budd, Mike. We have waited
	for this day to come.

Bob charges in the direction of Scottie and his friends.

I nt. Jakes. Night.

Scottie and his associates, who are men much older than he,
perhaps in their thirties, make their way through the yuppie
crowd standing in the bar drinking. Hellos and how-do-you-do's
are directed at Scottie. A man stops Scott on his way through the
crowd.

		MAN
	Scottie! I haven't seen you in a
	dog's age. You're looking well. So
	grown up. Scottie, I'd like you to
	meet Ed Warren, he's in marketing
	at Nike. Ed, this is Scottie
	Favor.

		ED
	Oh, Jack Favor's son, hello,
	pleased to meet you.

		SCOTTIE
	How do you do?

Bob is following Scottie through the crowd. Scottie walks past
Hans, who is having a drink with another man. They recognize each
other but neither speak.

Bob, with Bad George in tow, straightens himself up as the yuppie
crowd looks on disapprovingly. Their smelly clothing betrays
them.

		BOB
	Come, George, watch this. You will
	see the attention that I get.

Bob looks at his clothes. A bouncer spots them.

		BOB
	It's true we're drawing attention
	to ourselves. But Scottie will see
	that I am dying to see him, and it
	won't matter how we're dressed.

Scotty and his friends are sitting around a crowded table. As
they take their seats, Scottie hears Bob bellowing.

VIEW of Bob being detained by the bouncer.

		BOB
	God save you! God save you, my
	sweet boy.

Scotty turns away from Bob, so his back is to him.

		BOB
	Sonny! My true friend!

Silence for a second, the crowd grows quieter.

		BOB
	I mean you, Sonny! It's me, Bob!

Without turning toward Bob, Scottie speaks.

		SCOTT
	I don't know you, old man.

		GIRL IN CROWD
	Who is that bum?

Scottie turns and meets Bob, who kneels next to him.

		SCOTTIE
	Please leave me alone.

Bob is thinking that Scottie's attitude is a joke.

		SCOTTIE
	Don't think that I'm the same
	Scottie that I was before.
	Everyone has noticed that I have
	turned away from that life, and
	the people who kept me company.

Bob is shocked.

Outside, Mike can see through the windows of the restaurant, Bob
and Scottie talking.

Int. Jakes. night.

		SCOTTIE
	When I was young, and you were my
	street tutor. An instigator for my
	bad behavior, I was trying to
	change. Now that I have, and until
	I change back   don't come near
	me.

Bob feels the rejection like a shock. Stares at Scott for a
second, then he's pulled away by the bouncer.

Ext. Jakes. night.

Mike watches Bob and Budd sit down with him.

		BUDD
	Don't take all this seriously.
	It's one of his jokes.

Nighttime overhead view of Bob in his greasy derelict hotel bed.
He is having nightmares, and suddenly he CRIES OUT'

		BOB
	God, God.... God!

Dawn views of the city

Mike awakes atop a downtown building.

Inside the Derelict Hotel Day.

Mike enters, and walks through a very quiet, although crowded
MAIN ENTRANCE. There is a body on a slab in the middle of the
room that is covered with a sheet.

		MIKE
	Pigeon?

		A BOY
	Scottie Favor broke his heart.

		GARY
	He's gone now, either to Heaven or
to Hell.

		JANE LIGHTWORK
	Be sure it isn't to Hell. He tried
	to be an honest sort. I'm the one
	who heard him cry out last night.
	He said God, God, God... three or
	four times. And when I got there I
	put my hand into the bed and felt
	his feet. And they were cold as
	stone. And I checked the rest of
	his body. And it too was as cold
	as stone.

		BUDD
	(crying)
	It sure is quiet.

Mike approaches Budd.

		MIKE
	I guess you're gonna miss him the
	most, Budd.

Mike gives him Scottie's American Express card, as others carry
his body out of the hotel.
Dawn views of the city.

		MIKE
	Here. Maybe you can give him a
	good burial.

Budd cries.

Mike exits.

In the country, Mike looks at the road.

He has visions of sagebrush and rock flying into the air as if
picked up by a big wind.

Then he lies asleep by the side of the road.

		MIKE'S VOICE
	I suppose that a lot of kids like
	me think that they have no home,
	that home is a place where you
	have a mom and a dad.

Pause.

		MIKE'S THOUGHTS
	But home can be any place that you
	want. Or wherever you can find
	My home is right here on the side
	of this road, that I been to
	before. I just know I been on this
	fucking road one time before, you
	know that?

Later, a car drives by Mike's sleeping body by the side of the
road. It turns around and stops next to Mike. A figure puts Mike
in his car and drives off down the road.

		MIKE'S THOUGHTS
	Sometimes I had thought that God
	had not smiled on me, and had
	given me a bum deal. And other
	times, I had thought that God had
	smiled on me. Like now. He was
	smiling on me... for the time
	being....

Int. Car. Day.

Scott is driving the car. He looks over at Mike sleeping.

Ext. Desert. Day.

The car disappears down the road.