Midnight cowboy
Executive Summary
Overview
Genres: The, extracted, list, of, genres, for, the, movie, would, be:, drama, comedy, western, romance, thriller, and, tragedy, Note, that, each, genre, appears, only, once, in, final
Setting: N/A, N/A
Themes: Masculinity and Sexual Demands, Poverty and Desperation, Friendship and Loneliness
Conflict and Stakes: N/A
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Analysis Criteria Percentiles
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Writer's Voice
Memorable Lines:
- Joe: Say it, lover boy! Then they bring some more dishes and I wash them and then I, uh, sleep some and then wash some more dishes and then I... Die. (Scene 5)
- Ratso: The two basic items necessary to sustain life are sunshine and coconut milk. That's a known fact. (Scene 16)
- O'Daniel: I warn you I'm gonna use you, I'm gonna run you ragged! (Scene 10)
- Anastasia: Say you love me. Just say it. (Scene 14)
- Shirley: Your name's Joe. Which is fabulous. Joe could be anyone. Kiss me, Joe, move over, Joe, go away, Joe. It's just perfect. (Scene 21)
Story Shape
Screenplay Story Analysis
Note: This is the overall critique. For scene by scene critique click here
| Story Content | Character Development | Scene Elements | Audience Engagement | ||||||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Click for Full Analysis | Tone | Overall Grade | Concept | Plot | Characters | Character Changes | Conflict | High stakes | Story forward | Emotional Impact | Dialogue | ||
| 1 - Masculinity Crisis | "humorous" | 8 | 9 | 8 | 7 | 3 | 6 | 3 | 7 | 4 | 8 | ||
| 2 - Joe Leaves Town | "Humorous, Nostalgic" | 8 | 9 | 8 | 7 | 4 | 5 | 3 | 7 | 6 | 7 | ||
| 3 - On the Road | "Somber" | 6 | 7 | 5 | 6 | 3 | 3 | 2 | 4 | 4 | 6 | ||
| 4 - Memories on the Bus | "Humorous and reflective" | 9 | 9 | 8 | 9 | 3 | 5 | 4 | 6 | 7 | 9 | ||
| 5 - Joe's Arrival in New York | "Reflective" | 7 | 6 | 6 | 7 | 5 | 4 | 3 | 5 | 6 | 6 | ||
| 6 - Joe's Encounters with Women | "Sensual" | 8 | 7 | 7 | 9 | 5 | 6 | 4 | 7 | 8 | 8 | ||
| 7 - Joe Buck's Final Encounter with Cass Trehune | "bittersweet" | 8 | 8 | 8 | 9 | 7 | 7 | 6 | 7 | 9 | 8 | ||
| 8 - New York Nights | "Melancholic" | 8 | 7 | 8 | 8 | 7 | 8 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 8 | ||
| 9 - Meeting Mr. O'Daniel | "tense" | 6 | 6 | 7 | 6 | 2 | 9 | 9 | 8 | 3 | 7 | ||
| 10 - The Job Offer | "Tense" | 7 | 8 | 8 | 6 | 5 | 6 | 5 | 8 | 5 | 6 | ||
| 11 - The Fall | "Despairing" | 8 | 9 | 8 | 7 | 6 | 7 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 6 | ||
| 12 - Joe's Descent | "Somber" | 8 | 9 | 7 | 8 | 7 | 8 | 7 | 7 | 9 | 7 | ||
| 13 - Desperation | "desperate" | 8 | 6 | 8 | 9 | 6 | 9 | 5 | 7 | 7 | 7 | ||
| 14 - Joe's Nightmare | "Intense" | 9 | 8 | 10 | 8 | 7 | 9 | 9 | 8 | 10 | 8 | ||
| 15 - Tensions Rise | "Tense" | 9 | 8 | 9 | 8 | 8 | 9 | 8 | 8 | 9 | 7 | ||
| 16 - Joe and Ratso's Dilemma | "Tense" | 7 | 6 | 8 | 7 | 5 | 8 | 6 | 7 | 7 | 7 | ||
| 17 - Scamming the Rich | "Tense" | 8 | 9 | 8 | 8 | 6 | 9 | 10 | 8 | 7 | 7 | ||
| 18 - Joe and Ratso's Hustle | "dark" | 8 | 9 | 8 | 7 | 6 | 7 | 7 | 7 | 9 | 6 | ||
| 19 - Funeral and Invitation | "melancholic" | 8 | 8 | 8 | 7 | 6 | 5 | 4 | 7 | 7 | 6 | ||
| 20 - The Party | "Lighthearted" | 8 | 8 | 7 | 7 | 3 | 4 | 3 | 6 | 5 | 7 | ||
| 21 - The Party | "surreal" | 8 | 8 | 7 | 8 | 6 | 7 | 5 | 7 | 7 | 8 | ||
| 22 - Joe and Shirley's Love Scene | "Passionate" | 8 | 7 | 6 | 8 | 6 | 6 | 5 | 5 | 9 | 7 | ||
| 23 - Joe and Ratso's Fraying Relationship | "tense" | 9 | 8 | 8 | 9 | 8 | 9 | 6 | 8 | 9 | 9 | ||
| 24 - Lost in New York | "melancholic" | 7 | 7 | 8 | 7 | 5 | 5 | 5 | 6 | 6 | 6 | ||
| 25 - Desperation | "Intense" | 9 | 8 | 10 | 9 | 7 | 10 | 9 | 10 | 9 | 8 | ||
| 26 - On the Road to Florida | "melancholic" | 8 | 7 | 8 | 8 | 6 | 4 | 3 | 6 | 6 | 7 | ||
| 27 - The Death of Ratso | "Somber" | 9 | 8 | 9 | 8 | 7 | 6 | 6 | 7 | 9 | 7 | ||
Scene 1 - Masculinity Crisis
- Overall: 8.0
- Concept: 9
- Plot: 8
- Characters: 7
- Dialogue: 8
INT. TV STUDIO - DAY
A Susskind-type MODERATOR is speaking into camera:
MODERATOR
Tonight we'll discuss a subject
most of us seem to consider either
bad taste or frivolous or funny.
But if our experts are right, we
face what might be called a
masculinity crisis. Every fourth
American man uptight, threatened by
the increasing sexual demands of
American women...
EXT. SIDEWALK INTERVIEW - DAY
An IRATE WOMAN speaks into camera:
IRATE WOMAN
They always put it that way, but
well, all it means, you know, is
every fourth American woman's never
satisfied. That's it. I never am --
have been, you know...
EXT. SIDEWALK INTERVIEW - DAY
A COOL WOMAN speaks into camera:
COOL WOMAN
This, this image of the, the man
eating woman. It isn't our
increasing demands. I think it's
the shrinking American male...
EXT. SIDEWALK INTERVIEW - DAY
A SAD WOMAN speaks into camera:
SAD WOMAN
No, I never had, well, whatever it
is you call it. But the hours he
works, I can't blame him...
INT. CAFETERIA SCULLERY (TEXAS) - DAY
Full frame -- a scandal sheet picture of a sex-starved wife,
naked while her husband sleeps, captioned I BUY WHAT MY
HUSBAND CAN'T GIVE.
SAD WOMAN'S VOICE
... but it's a problem. A big
problem. With so many women I
know...
Camera pulls back to show the picture among other pinups of
women -- rich, beautiful or naked, but all blonde -- steam
wilted on the wall over a dishwashing machine. JOE BUCK grins
at the wall as he scrapes garbage.
JOB
Just keep your pants on, ladies...
MULTIPLE SPLIT SCREEN
A LADY COMMENTATOR, gradually surrounded by lonely women...
BEAUTY PARLOR
FASHION SHOW
PSYCHIATRIST'S COUCH
COCKTAIL BAR
GYMNASIUM
STATUE OF LIBERTY
LADY COMMENTATOR
Before World War One -- American
men outnumbered women by over six
percent. Today American women not
only outnumber men, but live five
years longer -- leaving them in
control of vast corporate wealth
and seventy-five percent of
America's purchasing power...
The Lady Commentator is replaced by Joe, stacking dishes,
surrounded by frustrated ladies. He laughs tolerantly.
JOE
Y'all,line up and take your turn...
INT. TV STUDIO - DAY
The Moderator smiles into camera.
MODERATOR
My question is this -- will
American know-how come up with a
marketable male to replace all the
men who are worrying themselves
into an early grave over women's
increasing sexual demands?
INT. STALL SHOWER - DAY
Joe sings as he soaps himself, "Whoopee ti yi yo, git along
little dogies, for you know New York will be your new home!"
Sound and image freeze on Joe's open mouth.
SUPERIMPOSED MAIN TITLE AND CREDITS
TITLES follow as indicated, sound and action continuing after
each credit.
INT. SUNSHINE CAFETERIA - DAY
Joe's song continues over a sweating WAITRESS, glancing up.
WAITRESS
Where's that Joe Buck?
INT. HOTEL ROOM - DAY
Wrapped in a towel, singing in front of his dresser mirror,
Joe sprays himself with deodorant, aiming a last playful
blast at the unseen crotch -- freezing song and image as
CREDITS continue over...
... a calendar girl on the wall blushing orange, mouth frozen
in a tiny O, staring wide-eyed. Joe's song continues as...
... Joe rips the wrapping from a new Stetson and sets it on
his head, freezing song and image as CREDITS continue.
INT. CAFETERIA SCULLERY - DAY
RALPH, an aging black man, faces a mountain of dirty dishes.
RALPH
Where's that Joe Buck?
INT. HOTEL ROOM - DAY
Singing as he buttons his new cowboy shirt, Joe interrupts
himself to answer Ralph...
JOE
Yeah, where's that Joe Buck?
... continuing his song as he pulls up and zips his tight
thighed black slacks, freezing song and image for CREDITS.
INT. REMEMBERED BEAUTY PARLOR - ANOTHER TIME
SALLY BUCK, a pretty middle-aged blonde, smiles down at
camera,
SALLY BUCK
You look real nice, Joe baby...
INT. HOTEL ROOM - DAY
Joe sings as he pulls on his new cowboy boots, arranging his
cuffs to show off the yellow sunburst at the ankle, freezing
song and image for CREDITS.
INT. SUNSHINE CAFETERIA - DAY
The pink MANAGER scowls at his pocket watch.
MANAGER
Where's that Joe Buck?
INT. HOTEL ROOM - DAY
Joe hums as he piles a complete wardrobe of cowboy clothes,
still in their wrappers, into a shiny new suitcase of black
and white horsehide.
JOE
Yeah, where's that Joe Buck?
INT. SUNSHINE CAFETERIA - DAY
Holding his watch, the Manager wags a finger at camera.
MANAGER
You're due here at four o'clock.
Look at those dishes, look!
Scene 2 - Joe Leaves Town
- Overall: 8.0
- Concept: 9
- Plot: 8
- Characters: 7
- Dialogue: 7
Joe laughs as he locks his suitcase.
JOE
Know what you can do with those
dishes? And if you ain't man enough
to do it yourself, I'd be happy to
oblige...
Joe picks up his suitcase, a portable transistor radio, walks
away from the mirror, then pauses to run a comb through his
hair, hook a cigarette at the corner of his mouth and strike
a match on his thumbnail before he turns back for one
admiring glance at himself in the mirror -- proud, exultant,
ready -- freezing the image as CREDITS END.
EXT. TEXAS TOWN MAIN STREET - DAY
Joe leaves the hotel, carrying his suitcase.
INT. CAFETERIA SCULLERY - DAY
The pink Manager points at his watch angrily.
MANAGER
Four to midnight, understand?
Angle widens to include Joe, holding his suitcase and radio.
Ralph stares at him curiously, stacking dishes.
JOE
Say, look, uh, I gotta have a word
with you, if you got a second.
MANAGER
Later. Later maybe.
The Manager hurries away, carrying a basket of dishes.
RALPH
You ain't coming to work?
JOE
Don't guess. Just come for my day's
pay owing and to tell you I'm
heading East.
Joe tilts his Stetson as the Waitress appears at the door...
WAITRESS
Cups!
... but she disappears without noticing Joe. Ralph offers his
hand. Joe takes it, holds it.
RALPH
What you gonna do back there, East?
JOE
Lotta rich women back there...
RALPH
Yeah?
JOE
Men, they mostly faggots.
RALPH
Must be some mess back there.
JOE
Well, ain't no use hanging around
here.
RALPH
Ain't gonna collect your pay?
JOE
I got me two hundred twenty-four
bucks of flat folding money...
(slaps hip)
He know what he can do with that
chicken-shit day's pay. And if he
ain't man enough to do it for
himself, I be happy to oblige!
INT. SUNSHINE CAFETERIA - DAY
The door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY swings open and Joe appears,
measuring his effect on the customers and his fellow
employees as he crosses the sterile white dining room,
observing the drab details of the life he has left behind -
garbage on greasy dishes, limp food in steam table trays,
coffee-soaked cigarette butts, caked mustard and ketchup on
formica table tops -- two pimply high school girls slurping
suggestive noises after Joe through the straws of empty coke
glasses. O.S. a Tiomkin-tradition chorus sings, "From this
valley they say you are going -- we will miss your bright
eyes and sweet smile for they say you are taking the
sunshine..."
EXT. TOWN MAIN STREET - DAY
The song ends as Joe comes from the cafeteria "... that
brightened our pathway a while."
JOE
Tough tiddy, ladies, you had your
chance.
From a high angle -- Joe starts his long walk toward the bus
depot along the street of a small Western town struggling to
urbanize itself. The click-clack-click of his boots is loud
but somehow lonely The radio at his ear drones grain prices
on the Commodity change. Joe's pace slows as he passes...
EXT. SALLY BUCK'S BEAUTY SALON - DAY
... a gilt-lettered sign in the window, glittering in the
sun, momentarily hiding the fact that the shop is deserted.
Joe grins as he hears remembered sounds and voices incomplete
flashes, more significant in tone than content a girl
giggling sexily -- "Keep your meat hooks off my beauty
operators, sugar" -- tinkling noises of a busy beauty parlor
- Sally Buck singing "Hush, little baby, don't say a word,
Grammaw gonna buy you a mockingbird..."
... a shift of light revealing a row of tarnished driers, a
broken mirror, a FOR RENT sign in the window. Joe turns
toward the bus depot, radio pressed to his ear.
ANNOUNCER'S VOICE
Benson and Hedges One Hundreds
makes special awards from time to
time for anything that's longer
than anything...
JOE
Care to get out your yardstick,
gentlemen?
At the same moment, a recognizable variant of the "Big
Country" theme blares loud.
INTERCUT WESTERN FILM CLIP
Gary Cooper (or John Wayne) walks a frontier street.
EXT. BUS DEPOT - DAY
High angle of the departing bus, intercut "Big Country"
fashion, alternating high shots with close-ups of the bus
wheals.
EXT. FREEWAY CLOVERLEAF - DAY
Through the bus windshield -- a dizzying montage of traffic
lines, arrows and signs as the bus sweeps around and up onto
the freeway.
Scene 3 - On the Road
- Overall: 6.0
- Concept: 7
- Plot: 5
- Characters: 6
- Dialogue: 6
Joe sits at the front, opposite the driver, cracking his gum
as he watches the huge billboards streaking by, promising him
power, happiness and beautiful women if he chooses the right
breakfast food, hair oil or automobile. Joe listens to the
humming tires, the roar of the engine, shaking his head.
JOE
This is a powerful mothah, ain't
it?
Ignored by the driver, Joe rises and walks back to his empty
double seat, glancing around to see what impression he's made
on his immediate fellow travelers -- an OLD LADY in front of
him -- a hostile young sailor with acne behind him -- two
teeny-boppers flirting with Joe hysterically -- a PALE BLONDE
directly across the aisle, smiling at Joe weakly.
PALE BLONDE
Do you have a stick of gum?
Joe leans across, snapping his gum as he offers her a stick.
He watches her nibble it daintily on her front teeth.
PALE BLONDE (CONT'D)
Thank you.
JOE
Plenty more where that came from.
PALE BLONDE
Thank you, no, it's just till the
Dramamine works. I get carsick.
JOE
I only get carsick on boats.
(waits, then)
But seems to me that's more the
fish smell than the bouncing...
Joe realizes that her eyes are closed. Mildly depressed, he
stretches himself across both seats and turns on his radio,
finds only static and snaps it off. Further depressed, he
examines his reflection in the bus window, squeezes a black
head and runs the comb through his hair, picks a piece of
tobacco off his tooth and lights a cigarette, watching the
flame die in reflection, forgetting to discard the burnt-out
match as he stares out at a vast lonely prairie, a solitary
cowboy in the distance, a row of sharecropper shacks
apparently deserted, a barefoot little girl motionless at the
roadside, watching the bus pass. Through this, leading into
the next scene, Sally Buck sings softly "... if that mocking
bird don't sing, Grammaw gonna buy you a golden ring..."
INT. REMEMBERED BEAUTY SALON - ANOTHER TIME
Sally Buck, relaxing in the middle of a busy day, eyes closed
wearily, while little Joe massages her neck. Her song
continues over the noises of the busy beauty parlor "... if
that golden ring turns brass, Grammaw gonna buy you a looking
glass..."
SALLY BUCK
No, a little lower, sugar, yeah,
yeah, that's good. Grammaw's beat.
SALESMAN'S VOICE
You gotta sell yourself, that's the
whole trick...
INT. BUS - DAY
A seedy TRAVELING SALESMAN with badly-fitted dentures and a
frayed collar has taken the aisle seat next to Joe. As he
lectures Joe on salesmanship, he figures his expenses in a
worn leatherette notebook, nervous fingers and eyes
unconsciously revealing the extent of his failure.
SALESMAN
It ain't the product and it ain't
the price, no sir, and it ain't
what you sell, it's personality,
pure and simple. I ain't shined my
own shoes or shaved my own face in
forty years, how's that? Not bad
for a kid that didn't pass the
eighth grade, right?
JOE
Yeah, hell, yeah.
SALESMAN
And that's my golden rule. Make 'em
love you. Put yourself over and you
can sell them anything. If they
like you, they'll buy horsemeat for
prime beef...
INT. REMEMBERED BEAUTY SALON - ANOTHER TIME
A gawky, adolescent Joe sits sprawled on the couch, leafing
through a magazine while Sally Buck bleaches the roots of a
young woman's hair.
SALLY BUCK
You get him to the church, honey.
He ain't gonna find out you ain't a
real blonde till after you're
married, then's too late.
Sally Buck turns, pretending to be stern as Toe laughs.
SALLY BUCK (CONT'D)
You getting too big for your
britches, sugar.
EXT. HIGHWAY - NIGHT
The headlights of the bus flash past a huge sign, painted on
the slant roof of a barn: JESUS SAVES.
INT. BUS - NIGHT
Joe is alone again. The Salesman has disappeared. The bus is
dark, most-passengers trying to sleep. Only one reading light
still burns, over the head of the old-Lady in the seat ahead
of Joe. Joe squirms, restless, trying to lull himself to
sleep with the music of a revivalist gospel group on the
radio.
SALLY BUCK'S VOICE
Don't forget to say your prayers,
honey...
Joe leans forward to help the old Lady, irritably struggling
with the release button on her seat. She scowls as Joe leans
over to release her seat, then pulls her blanket around her
and turns away from him. Joe switches off her reading light.
OLD LADY
I want it on.
Joe switches it on again, fakes a good-natured grin, settles
back with his radio, aware of an OLD COWHAND seated opposite
him, replacing the Pale Blonde. The Old Cowhand is appraising
Joe's wardrobe curiously. He looks away when he sees Joe
watching him. Joe settles back, unable to think of a way to
open a conversation.
EVANGELIST'S VOICE
Oh, my friends, I say unto you,
invest with Jesus, put your dollars
to work where they'll pay off at
compound interest. The Good Book
says money answereth all things...
The Old Cowhand has rolled-himself a cigarette. Joe quickly
lights a match on his thumb and holds it across the aisle.
JOE
Light?
The Old Cowhand's "thanks" is lost in a fit of coughing as he
inhales his first drag. He settles back, wiping his watery
eyes on a faded bandana.
EVANGELIST'S VOICE
... everyone who sends a dollar to
the Evangelical Congregation of the
Air will get free gratis a genuine
leatherette hymn book so you can
sing along with Sister Rosella and
the Evangelical Choir...
JOE
You throw in Sister Rosella and you
got a deal, right, old timer?
Joe glances across the aisle. The Old Cowhand manages a
faint, humorless smile.
JOE (CONT'D)
Going far?
OLD COWHAND
Up the line. Not far.
JOE
I'm bound for New York City.
The Old Cowhand reappraises Joe's wardrobe even more
curiously.
JOE (CONT'D)
Ever happen to come across a cowman
name of Woodsy Niles? Friend of my
grammaw Sally Buck...
The Old Cowhand considers, shakes his head. Joe leans back,
laughing to himself.
Scene 4 - Memories on the Bus
- Overall: 9.0
- Concept: 9
- Plot: 8
- Characters: 9
- Dialogue: 9
Little Joe's head is lost in a beat-up cowboy hat, similar to
the one worn by the old Cowhand. Sally Buck smiles on WOODSY
NILES -- a long-legged cowboy with a shock of black hair --
who stands at her dressing table, admiring himself in a new
Stetson.
SALLY BUCK
Like it, honey? Does it fit?
WOODSY
You do me good, Sal, you do me real
good. You know what I gonna give
you for that Stetson?
Woodsy grabs Sally Buck, lifting her off her feet, carrying
her to the bed. Struggling, they fall across the covers
together, Little Joe laughing with them.
SALLY BUCK
Woodsy Niles! The boy!
WOODSY
He don't know what makes little
apples by now, it's time he found
out.
INT. BUS - NIGHT
Joe shakes his head, grinning, offering the old Cowhand a
cigarette.
JOE
Smoke?
The old Cowhand shakes his head, showing the rolled cigarette
Joe lit for him. Joe nods, still bemused.
INT. REMEMBERED BEDROOM - ANOTHER TIME
Little Joe is cuddled in Sally Buck's arms, under the covers,
watching Woodsy, sitting cross-legged on the bed, naked
except for his Stetson and guitar, singing drunkenly.
WOODSY
... git along little dogies!
EXT. MIDWEST TOWN - MORNING
From a high angle -- the bus slows to a stop.
INT. BUS - MORNING
Joe awakens, stiff-necked, momentarily confused. He
straightens in his seat as he sees the old Cowhand lifting a
sweat-stained saddle down from the overhead rack, starting
toward the front of the bus. Joe calls after him.
JOE
Nice talking to you, old timer.
Joe stuffs a stick of gum in his mouth, turns to wave at the
Old Cowhand through the window as the bus pulls away.
WOODSY'S VOICE
She-dogs squat, boy. He-dogs stand
up and lift their leg...
INT. REMEMBERED MEN'S ROOM - ANOTHER TIME
Woodsy, in his new Stetson, watches Little Joe in his beat-up
cowboy hat, trying to balance on one foot, one leg lifted in
front of the trough. Woodsy roars with laughter.
WOODSY
... but he-men stand and shoot from
the hip.
INT. BUS RESTROOM - DAY
Joe laughs, flushes, checks his hair in the mirror.
EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY
The bus streaks past a brightly-colored billboard -- IN NEW
YORK, A WELCOME AWAITS YOU AT THE TIMES SQUARE PALACE HOTEL!
INT. BUS - DAY
Joe is now sitting in the wide rear seat, between two young
MARINES and a group of VETERANS wearing campaign caps and
convention buttons, passing a bottle, singing "From the Balls
of Montezuma to the Shores of Tripoli..." Joe follows the
conversation between a VETERAN and a MARINE, participating
only because he's sitting beside them, adopting a remembered
military stance.
VETERAN
Ever stationed at Kennedy? Those
Florida chicks...
MARINE
Instant V-goddam-D.
VETERAN
This Pensacola teeny-bopper -- jail
bait -- but built? Ten bucks she
wanted. Three of us made a deal
for, twenty-five, see, big goddam
bargain?
MARINE
Big peni-goddam-cillin bargain,
right?
VETERAN
You got it.
MARINE
No. You got it.
JOE
Jesus goddam Christ, I ain't
laughed so hard since I was out at
Fort Benning, Georgia.
MARINE
Did you make the Viet?
JOE
What? Oh, hell no. Motor pool
mostly...
(shakes his head)
Kee-rist...
INT. REMEMBERED WHOREHOUSE - ANOTEER TIME
A plump, aging PROSTITUTE laughs up into camera.
PROSTITUTE
Hey, hey, what you try to do to me?
You gonna cost me money, soldier!
INT. BUS - DAY
Joe laughs as he passes the bottle, trying to sing along
without knowing the words as the Veterans segue into "Over
hill, over dale, we will hit the dusty trail, as the caissons
go rolling along..."
INT. REMEMBERED BEAUTY SALON - ANOTHER TIME
Sally Buck fondly wipes lipstick from Joe's lips.
SALLY BUCK
Keep your meat hooks off my
operators, sugar, hear?
INT. BUS - DAY
Joe slaps one of the Veterans on the back, trying to follow
the song into "Off we go, into the wild blue yonder..."
INT. REMEMBERED MOVIE HOUSE - ANOTHER TIME
ANASTASIA clutches a younger Joe, eyes wild, gasping.
ANASTASIA
You're the only one, Joe, the only,
only one ever!
INT. BUS - DAY
Joe is leaning across the two Marines, staring out of the
window as the Veterans switch to "Anchors aweigh, my boys,
anchors aweigh..."
EXT. MANHATTAN SKYLINE - DAY
A stunning view through the bus window past Joe's reflection.
JOE'S REFLECTION
Gonna swing my lasso and rope that
whole goddam island, yeah!
EXT. BROADWAY PARADE - DAY
Drum majorettes leading the parade -- ticker tape and
confetti -- girls at skyscraper windows.
INTERCUT NEWSREEL CLIP
Charles Lindberg (or James Stewart) waving at the crowd.
EXT. NEW YORK HARBOR - DAY
Girls lining the piers -- flags, banners, bunting -- ship
horns, whistles, bells.
Scene 5 - Joe's Arrival in New York
- Overall: 7.0
- Concept: 6
- Plot: 6
- Characters: 7
- Dialogue: 6
Joe crowded as the veterans prepare to leave the bus, lifting
down banners and flags.
EXT. LINCOLN TUNNEEL - DAY
The bus suddenly surrounded by converging traffic, horns
honking, segueing into the noises of Times Square.
EXT. MARQUEE - DAY
Flag draped, reading: WELCOME VETERANS.
EXT. STREET - BANNER - DAY
Flapping in the wind -- WELCOME VETERANS!
EXT. TIMES SQUARE PALACE HOTEL - DAY
The marquee announces TRANSIENTS WELCOME. O.S. a singing
radio station break blares "W-I-N-S NEW YORK..."
EXT. RADIO TOWER - DAY
The sign flashes WINS "... ten-ten on your dial!" A torchy
woman's voice sings from a lonely echo chamber -- introducing
a love theme which will haunt Joe throughout the film.
INT. ROOM 1014 - DAY
Joe sets his radio on the dresser, his suitcase on the bed,
then turns to examine his new home -- as anonymous as his
Texas hotel room -- but boasting a coin-operated television
set. Fascinated, Joe inserts a quarter.
... the love song continues over a television talk Show
featuring a POODLE WIGMAKER defending his profession against
a Joe Pyne-type PANEL HOST, "...well, I perform a real
service, there's a need, so many people, you know, really
live in their pets, I mean, lonely, I grant you, but their
feeling is real. They want to lavish as much love, give them
as much, yes, pamper them like they were really human
children or whatever..."
SALLY BUCK'S VOICE
There's a TV dinner in the fridge,
lover boy...
INT. REMEMBERED PARLOR - ANOTHER TIME
Little Joe stares sullenly at an antique TV box while Sally
Buck puts her hat on at the fireplace mirror. There is a
framed picture of Woodsy Niles on the mantle.
SALLY BUCK
You be okay, won't you? Maybe I
bring you a treat if you're a good
boy...
INT. ROOM 1014 - DAY
Joe watches the Panel Host, "... you're a nut case, fella, a
real nut case..."
INT. REMEMBERED BEAUTY SALON - ANOTHER TIME
Little Joe massaging Sally Buck's neck -- continuing the
earlier scene.
SALLY BUCK
I'm so beat, no point you waiting
round, toots, think I'll stop in
for a beer or two...
INT. ROOM 1014 - DAY
Joe sits on the edge of the bed, watching the poodles primp.
INT. REMEMBERED PARLOR - ANOTEER TIME
Little Joe stares unblinking at the TV screen as Sally Buck
kisses him on the forehead, dressed for the street.
SALLY BUCK
Expect me when you see me. Looks
like I got me a new beau, lover
boy, how's that for an old grammaw?
I'll leave you movie money...
Sally Buck tucks a dollar bill under a framed picture of
Jesus, who has replaced Woodsy Niles on the mantle.
INT. ROOM 1014 - DAY
As a fairy godmother's magic wand removes sticky hair spray
from a pretty model's head, Joe's quarter runs out and the
screen goes blank. At the same moment, the love song is cut
off by a singing station break "W-I-N-S NEW YORK" Joe rises,
flipping the dial of the radio to a cultured woman's voice
reading "...the Dow Jones averages, brought you by Morgan
Vandercook. Up your income with sound investment
counseling..."
JOE
Up yours, lady.
... but Joe leaves the lady on, savoring the expensive sound
of her voice reading the stock quotations. Joe seats himself
at the desk, pleased to find a postcard photograph of the
hotel. He picks up a ballpoint pen, counts ten floors up from
the street and marks a huge X -- THIS IS ME, then turns the
card over, pen poised over the address blank.
INT. CAFETERIA SCULLERY - DAY
Ralph stares at the card, surrounded by dirty dishes.
RALPH
Hell, he know I can't read...
INT. ROOM 1014 - DAY
Joe's pen wavers, starts to write and stops.
EXT. SALLY BUCK'S BEAUTY PARLOR - DAY
As we saw it last, deserted, a FOR RENT sign in the window.
Joe's reflection appears, staring at himself, dressed in his
dishwasher's clothes.
JOE'S VOICE
After all them dishes are washed,
what?
JOE'S REFLECTION
Then they bring some more dishes
and I wash them and then I, uh,
sleep some and then wash some more
dishes and then I...
JOE'S VOICE
Say it, lover boy!
JOE'S REFLECTION
Die.
INT. ROOM 1014 - DAY
Joe stares at the postcard, bemused,
JOE'S VOICE
Well, you better just shake your
tail, lover boy, and root, hog or
die.
Joe rises abruptly, rips up the postcard and tosses it out
the window.
JOE
Goddam if I came to this town to
write postcards.
EXT. TIMES SQUARE - DAY
The torn fragments flutter down on the crowd -- a woman
brushing irritably at her hair -- a man grimacing, glancing
up -- a cop removing his hat to examine it.
EXT. TIMES SQUARE PALACE HOTEL - DAY
From a low angle -- identical with the postcard photograph --
an unseen hand scrawls a huge X--- THIS IS ME. Camera zooms
up to a close-up of Joe at the window.
EXT. FIFTH AVENUE - DAY
From on high -- as though Joe were watching himself -- the
Stetson moves through a crowd of Fifth Avenue shoppers...
EXT. GLASS BUILDING - DAY
... passing a glass bank, lady tellers counting money...
EXT. CAR SHOWROOM - DAY
... passing a display of imported luxury cars...
EXT. JEWELRY STORE - DAY
... passing a window which features a single gem -- pausing
as horns blast O.S. and a mod blonde in a stalled sports car
motions to Joe -- she needs a push. Joe grins, glances at
himself in the window, runs a comb through his hair, then
turns back to see a cop helping the mod blonde.
Scene 6 - Joe's Encounters with Women
- Overall: 8.0
- Concept: 7
- Plot: 7
- Characters: 9
- Dialogue: 8
Joe's heels drag as he walks a deserted block of luxury
apartment houses. O.S. The torchy woman's voice sings Joe's
love theme in counterpoint to the blasting horns, a siren, a
fire bell, a screech of brakes. Joe's spirits rise as he
hears the tic-tac-tic of high heels overtaking the heavy
click-clack-click of his boots. He adjusts his pace to arrive
at the corner at the same time as a smart and -- in Joe's
eyes -- very RICH LADY. Joe grins boyishly, holding his
Stetson over his heart.
JOE
Beg pardon, ma'am, I'm new here in
town, just in from Houston, Texas,
and looking for the Statue of
Liberty.
The delicate profile gives no signs of hearing. Joe follows
her to the parkway in the middle of the avenue. There she
stops and turns, neither friendly nor hostile.
RICH LADY
Were you looking? About the Statue
of Liberty?
JOE
Joking? No, ma'am. Oh no! I mean
business!
RICH LADY
I'm sorry. I thought you were --
never mind -- I've never actually
been there, but let me see, you
take the Seventh Avenue subway, I
think, to the end of the line...
JOE
You sure are a pretty lady.
The Rich Lady tries to frown, taken aback, blushing.
RICH LADY
You're not looking for the Statue
of Liberty at all.
JOE
No, ma'am, I'm not.
RICH LADY
Why, that's perfectly dreadful.
Aren't you ashamed of yourself?
A twinkle of amusement and sympathy reveals the age lines at
the corner of her eyes. Then she continues on quickly, just
as the light turns. Joe's view is blocked for a moment by
traffic, then he sees...
... the Rich Lady, newly aware of her flanks as she climbs
the steps of a brownstone and searches for her key. Still
from Joe's viewpoint, he sees himself move into frame and
follow the Rich Lady up the steps. The love theme swells O.S.
as the Rich Lady leads him into the house and closes the
door...
... leaving Joe standing alone on the parkway island,
surrounded by towering wealth. The love theme continues
over...
EXT. LEXINGTON AVENUE - DAY
... a pair of high-heeled pink slippers, walking a miniature
poodle -- slowing slightly, reacting to Joe's cowboy boots as
they pass, pause and turn back.
CASS'S VOICE
Hurry up, Baby. Do um goody-goods
for Mama.
Joe grins, holding his hat over his heart as he approaches
CASS TREHUNE, a blonde lady in a tight black dress, with the
look of a movie star who wrecked her career with food.
JOE
Beg pardon, ma'am. I'm brand
spanking new to this town, come
from Houston, Texas, and hoping to
get a look at the Statue of
Liberty...
CASS
You're hoping to get a look at
what?
JOE
The Statue of Liberty.
CASS
It's up in Central Park, taking a
leak. If you hurry, you'll make the
supper show. Now get lost.
But as she turns, Cass winks, dimpling the corners of her
mouth, signaling Joe to follow her.
INT. APARTMENT HOUSE ELEVATOR - DAY
Cass holds the DOOR OPEN button till Joe enters the elevator,
then the doors close with a soft expensive little kllooosh
and Cass turns with the smile of a very tiny girl...
CASS
Hi.
... her lips closing on Joe's as the poodle yaps shrilly at
their feet. Superimposed, almost subliminally, a golden
dollar sign appears, halating like a star, and the bell of a
pinball machine rings O.S.
INT. CASS'S APARTMENT - DAY
A princess telephone is ringing on a gold and white desk.
Cass runs to grab it...
CASS
Hello?
... as Joe steps from the elevator, which opens directly onto
Cass's penthouse. Cass beckons him toward her, hooks a finger
into his neckerchief and pulls his mouth toward hers while
she talks on the phone.
CASS (CONT'D)
Morey? Hi-ee, honey...
Cass gurgles happily as her free hand unbuckles Joe's
garrison belt.
CASS (CONT'D)
I'm just out of breath, honey,
running to catch the phone.
As her fingers reach for Joe's zipper, cut to...
... Joe's hand unzipping her dress.
CASS (CONT'D)
I was walking Baby. Him got to do
him goody-goods, right?
The poodle tugs at Joe's slacks until they fall. Cass steers
her ear to Joe's mouth, shuddering deliciously.
CASS (CONT'D)
Oh God, oh stop. I can't stand
that. I just die...
(quickly into phone)
It's Baby, Morey. Him trying to say
hello. Say hello to Morey, Baby.
Cass holds the phone toward the yapping poodle, twisting
herself against Joe as she wriggles out of her dress, passing
the phone from one hand to the other.
CASS (CONT'D)
Okay, old goosie? Now lookie, when
do you want me to meet you?
Whatever you say. I'll take a nap,
watch TV, you know, kill time.
Okay, but just one, a big wet one.
Cass hangs up. The poodle yaps hysterically, disentangling
himself from her tumbling dress -- hops onto the couch
glances off and flees again as an overturned lamp crashes
O.S.
Scene 7 - Joe Buck's Final Encounter with Cass Trehune
- Overall: 8.0
- Concept: 8
- Plot: 8
- Characters: 9
- Dialogue: 8
The poodle bounces onto the bed -- remaining long enough to
establish a TV REMOTE CONTROL TUNER lying on the satin
coverlet -- then leaps down in panic as he hears Joe and Cass
explode into the bedroom, laughing lustily...
... the remote control tuner buried suddenly under the full
flesh of Cass's hip, activating...
... a twenty-five-inch television screen, blasting at full
volume...
... Cass's eyes widening, profoundly impressed...
CASS
Ye gods...
... the images and sound of the television set flicking
joyfully from channel to channel...
... Joe laughing, engulfed by Cass's abundance...
... Cass wild-eyed, overflowing the frame...
... a gleaming slot machine -- three Sahara cowgirls clicking
into line for jackpot -- silver dollars overflowing the
frame...
EXT. MANHATTAN SKYLINE - DAY
... the Mutual of New York tower flashes MONY!
JOE'S VOICE
Holy shee-it, this is a goddam
penthouse you got here, Cass, a
real goddam penthouse.
INT. CASS'S BEDROOM - DAY
Joe turns away from a small terrace, buckling his belt,
glancing off toward the sound of Cass in the shower. He
flicks the TV remote control, enjoying his power, ignoring
the silent images on the screen -- battle casualties, a
pretty girl recommending aspirin, a man's stomach flashing
animated pain, starving war refugees, a dog eating pzazz --
flicking it off to concentrate on the costume jewelry and
perfume bottles on Cass's dressing table.
CASS'S VOICE
Don't look, baby...
Joe turns to look as Cass comes from the bathroom, holding a
towel around her as she runs behind the closet door.
JOE
Say, Cass, I, uh, sure have enjoyed
being here. Believe it's as fine a
time as I've had in my life!
CASS'S VOICE
Me, too, lover.
JOE
That's good, it is, cause, well I
guess I didn't tell you why I came
to New York, did I?
A tower of black bugle beads emerges from the closet door.
CASS
Zip this thing, will you, Tex?
Joe zips her dress, follows her to the dressing table, where
she sprays her hair with lacquer.
JOB
Truth is, Cass, I'm, well, I'm in
business.
CASS
Oh, poor you. Morey's got terrible
ulcers.
Cass stretches her upper lip across her teeth and she smears
it with, orange lipstick.
JOE
Don't know what line Morey's in,
but myself now, fact is -- I'm a
hustler.
CASS
(lips stretched)
Hers'n zodda meg a livig.
JOE
Beg pardon, ma'am?
CASS
Said, a person's gotta make a
living.
JOE
You sure you heard what I said?
CASS
Scuse me, hon, fraid I'm only half
here. Maybe you oughta run on
along. But why don't you take this
phone number?
Joe grins, relieved as she takes out a gold lame purse and
opens it. He frowns as she folds; it upside down, empty.
CASS (CONT'D)
Darn! I didn't get to the bank --
Tex -- could you let me have a
little coin for the taxi-waxi?
Joe stands mute as she cups his chin in her hand,
seductively.
CASS (CONT'D)
You're such a doll. I hate money,
don't you? God, it's been fun.
JOE
Funny thing, you mentioning money.
I was just about to ask your for
some...
Joe tries to laugh but it sticks in his throat as Cass speaks
-- an impassioned whisper -- still holding Joe's chin.
CASS
You bastard! You son of a bitch!
You think you're dealing with some
old slut? Look at me! You think
just cause you're a longhorn bull
you can get away with this crap?
Well, you're out of your mind. I am
a gorgeous chick, thirty-one,
that's right, you said it!
Sobbing suddenly, she throws herself on the bed. Joe stands
bewildered by the vastness of her grief.
JOE
Hey. Hey, Cass. Did you think I
meant that? Christ, would I be
asking you for money with a wad
like that riding on my hip?
Joe waves his wallet at her, but she only cries louder. He
hands her a kleenex. She clutches it to her face, wailing.
Joe leans over the bed, whispering in her ear:
JOE (CONT'D)
Hey. You are a gorgeous-looking
piece, Cass. Guy gets horny, just
looking at you. It's a fact. How
much you need for that taxi? Ten?
Twenty? There you go.
Joe tucks a twenty-dollar bill into her bosom, tilts his
Stetson and starts out. Cass blows her nose, looking after
him. O.S. chorus sings, "From this valley they say you are
going -- we will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile..."
EXT. LEXINGTON AVENUE - DAY
From a high angle, Joe walks away from the apartment house,
chorus continuing O.S. "... they say you are taking the
sunshine that brightened our pathway a while."
Scene 8 - New York Nights
- Overall: 8.0
- Concept: 7
- Plot: 8
- Characters: 8
- Dialogue: 8
Joe sits at the bar, staring morosely at his image in the
mirror, already quite drunk, oblivious to the assorted types
hiding from daylight in the barn-like saloon, waiting for
night to fall.
RATSO'S VOICE
Excuse me, I'm just admiring that
colossal shirt...
RATSO studies Joe across the corner of the bar -- a sickly,
child-size old man of twenty-one -- hopefully nursing an
empty beer glass, contemplating the money on the bar in front
of Joe.
RATSO
That is one hell of a shirt. I bet
you paid a pretty price for it, am
I right?
JOE
Oh, it ain't cheap. I mean, yeah,
I'd say this was an all right
shirt. Don't like to, uh, you know,
have a lot of cheap stuff on my
back.
Ratso spits as JACKIE leans on the bar next to Joe -- a
feminine young person, heavily made-up, hair teased, wearing
earrings and a lace-trimmed blouse over shocking pink levis.
JACKIE
Got a cigarette, cowboy?
RATSO
(a stage whisper)
More goddam faggots in this town.
Reaching for a cigarette, Joe glances at Jackie, startled as
Jackie twitches his pink levis angrily and turns away.
JOE
Shee-it...
(shakes his head)
Kee-rist, you really know the
ropes. Wish to hell I bumped into
you before. I'm Joe Buck from Texas
and I'm gonna buy you a drink, what
do you say to that?
RATSO
Enrico Rizzo from the Bronx. Don't
mind if I do.
JOE
(slaps bar)
Same all around! For my friend,
too!
The TV screen over the bar features a mating game program as
Jackie cruises down to join a tall farm boy with plucked
eyebrows. The TV HOST points to three young men, visible only
from the shoulders up, from whom a pretty DATE GIRL in
blindfold must choose an escort.
TV HOST
... and for the losers, who don't
get the girl, we'll give as
consolation prices -- a six month
supply of underarm deodorant...
In a booth now -- the TV screen in the background, continuing
the game -- Joe is refilling Ratso's beer glass as he speaks,
loud over the laughter of the TV audience.
JOE
... you see what I'm getting at
here? She got a penthouse up there
with color TV and more goddam
diamonds than an archbishop and she
busts out bawling when I ask for
money!
RATSO
For what?
JOE
For money.
RATSO
For money for what?
JOE
I'm a hustler, hell, didn't you
know that?
RATSO
How would I know? You gotta tell a
person these things
(shakes his head)
A hustler? Picking up trade on the
street like that -- baby, believe
me -- you need management.
JOE
I think you just put your finger on
it, I do.
RATSO
My friend O'Daniel. That's who you
need. Operates the biggest stable
in town. In the whole goddam
metropolitan area. A stud like you
- paying! -- not that I blame you --
a dame starts crying, I cut my
heart for her...
JACKIE'S VOICE
I'd call that a very minor
operation...
Ratso grabs the neck of a bottle, sliding back in the booth.
Joe scowls as Jackie appears with the tall farm boy.
JACKIE
... in fact, you just sit comfy and
I'll cut it out with my fingernail
file. You won't even need Blue
Cross, Ratso.
RATSO
The name is Rizzo.
JACKIE
That's what I said, Ratso.
JOE
(suddenly)
Hey now, you heard him.
On the TV screen -- the Date Girl announces:
TV DATE GIRL
I pick Number Two! He's cool!
RATSO
That's okay, Joe. I'm used to these
types that like to pick on
cripples. Sewers're full of 'em.
JACKIE
May I ask one thing, cowboy? If you
sit there and he sits way over
there, how's he gonna get his hand
into your pocket? But I'm sure he
has that all figured out...
(to Ratso)
Good night, sweets.
TV HOST
May present your chosen mate!
The TV host pulls aside the screen which has concealed the
lower half of the three young men. Number Two, her chosen
mate, is a dwarf sitting on a high stool. The girl's
spontaneous dismay starts everyone laughing hysterically,
including the dwarf.
EXT. SIXTH AVENUE - DAY
Joe has difficulty keening up with Ratso, who swings himself
along with surprising agility, his half skipping little gate
favoring one game leg.
RATSO
Look, with these chicks that want
to buy it, most of 'em are older,
dignified, right? Social register
types. They can't be trotting down
to Times Square to pick out the
merchandise. They need a middleman,
right? That's O'Daniel.
Joe hesitates as Ratso darts into traffic against a red
light, yelling unheard obscenities at a cab driver who blasts
his horn. Joe runs recklessly forward as Ratso slams the taxi
fender with his fist, pretending to be hit, falling into
Joe's arms. The taxi stops, halting traffic. Ratso, recovers,
strolls casually in front of the cab, biting his thumb at the
driver.
RATSO (CONT'D)
It is a crime, a stud like you
passing out double sawbucks to a
chick like that. With proper
management you should be taking
home fifty, a hundred bucks a day.
More if you wanta moonlight...
Scene 9 - Meeting Mr. O'Daniel
- Overall: 6.0
- Concept: 6
- Plot: 7
- Characters: 6
- Dialogue: 7
At,the corner of Central Park South, Ratso points toward a
young man with diamond cuff-links, sitting with a blue-haired
matron who puffs on a small cigar. Ratso waves jauntily at
the young man, raising his thumb and forefinger in a circle,
leaving the young man baffled as Ratso hurries Joe on.
RATSO
Him I placed with O'Daniel just two
weeks ago. And look. Not much of a
stud either, what I hear...
EXT. CENTRAL PARK SOUTH - COCKTAIL HOUR
Ratso automatically checks the coin return boxes of the phone
booths they pass. Walking the park side of the street,
looking across at the limousines and taxis waiting outside
luxury hotels and apartment buildings.
JOE
Hey, listen, how about you take me
to mee this Mister O'Diddle bird
right now?
RATSO
Well, Joe, you're a nice guy, and
I'd be doing you both a favor, but
why? What'm I dragging my bum leg
all over town for? It's no picnic
and what for, for me myself, what?
Ratso stops opposite the Plaza hotel, pointing across at an
aristocratic blonde stepping out of a Rolls Royce.
RATSO (CONT'D)
Tomorrow when some piece like
that's scratching your back in a
Fifth Avenue townhouse, where'll
your pal Rizzo be? Nedicks.
JOE
Hold it, just hold it. You think
I'm that kinda sombitch? Just name
your cut, whatever you want, you
got it right now. Five? Ten, how's
that?
Joe peels a ten from his wallet and offers it to Ratso.
RATSO
Joe, please. You know what I'd ask
anyone else? Oh hell, tell you what
I'll do, I'll take the ten...
(he does)
... but when I hand you over to Mr.
O'Daniel, I'll have to have another
ten, Joe; just to like cover
expenses...
INT. PUBLIC PHONE BOOTH - DUSK
Ratso is on the phone. Joe holds the door open, listening.
RATSO
This boy is just your meat, Mr.
O'Daniel, believe it, I'm telling
you -- what? -- Enrico Rizzo from
the Bronx. The point is he needs
you. Right now. Tonight...
(aside to Joe)
I got his tongue hanging out...
EXT. WEST SIDE HOTEL - DUSK
Camera moves slowly up the anonymous wall of a drab hotel,
following the line of dim red lights marking the fire exits.
RATSO'S VOICE
Name's Joe Buck. Cowboy. Just in
from Texas, don't know the ropes,
new to the city, but very promising
material, sir, and ready, if you
get what I mean. Fabulous. Right
away. What's that room number there
again?
INT. WEST SIDE HOTEL ELEVATOR - DUSK
As ancient open cage lift rises at the same pace as camera in
preceding shot. Joe grins excitedly at Ratso, who nods but
glances significantly at the elevator operator. Ratso follows
Joe to door as the operator grinds to a stop.
INT. WEST SIDE HOTEL CORRIDOR - DUSK
Ratso steps out with Joe, gesturing to the corridor...
RATSO
Hold it a second...
... but the operator slams the door and starts on up. Ratso
leans heavily on the down button, glancing at Joe.
RATSO (CONT'D)
Nine-oh-one, got it?
Ratso glances up the elevator shaft nervously, rings again
and turns back to Joe.
RATSO (CONT'D)
Let's see how you look. Fine. You
look fine. Now I'm gonna have to
have that other ten...
JOE
(digs in wallet)
Ten, ten -- I got a twenty -- take
that...
RATSO
Oh hell, forget it.
JOE
Now take it. Go on.
(gives it to him)
Listen, where can I reach you?
Cause I'm gonna make this right
with you soon's I get me set up...
RATSO
Forget it.
JOE
I mean, dammit, where you live?
Ratso leans on the DOWN as the cage grinds slowly down into
view and stops.
RATSO
Sherry-Netherlands Hotel. Now get
your ass in there. He's waiting!
Ratso steps into the elevator as the door opens then closes,
leaving Joe alone, repeating "Cherry Neverlin" as he starts
along the corridor looking for 901.
EXT. WEST SIDE HOTEL - DUSK
Ratso bursts from the hotel, almost running as he disappears.
Scene 10 - The Job Offer
- Overall: 7.0
- Concept: 8
- Plot: 8
- Characters: 6
- Dialogue: 6
Joe finds 901 at a dark end of the corridor, knocks
confidently, hearing a few bars of his love theme as he
stuffs a fresh stick of gum in his mouth. Then the door is
thrown open by O'DANIEL -- for an instant appearing to wear a
diamond-studded skull-cap, the naked overhead light bulb
bright after the dark corridor, halating in Joe's eyes like
the earlier dollar sign.
O'DANIEL
You must be Joe Buck. Come in.
O'Daniel, fat in a worn-out bathrobe, examines Joe like a
prodigal son as he leads him into the room -- as anonymous as
Joe's own room.
O'DANIEL (CONT'D)
Am I tickled to find you, boy! Come
on in and let's get a look at you.
Turn around. Good strong back.
You'll need it. So you want help --
take a seat, relax, tell me about
yourself. Cowboy, huh?
JOE
No sir, I'm no cowboy really, but
I'm a first class stud.
O'DANIEL
Take it,easy, boy...
(laughs)
Seems to me you're different than a
lotta boys that come to me. Most of
'em seem troubled, confused, but
I'd say you knew exactly what you
want.
JOE
You bet I do, sir.
O'DANIEL
But I'll bet you got one thing in
common with them other boys. I'll
bet you're lonesome.
JOE
Well, not too, I mean, a little.
O'Daniel rises suddenly in a fury of self-righteousness,
pacing, his voice simpering, whining sarcastically.
O'DANIEL
I'm lonesome. I'm lonesome so I'm a
drunk. I'm lonesome so I'm a dope
fiend. I'm lonesome so I'm a thief,
a fornicator, a whore-monger. Poop,
I say, poop! I've heard it all and
I'm sick of it, sick to death.
JOE
Yessir, I can see that.
O'DANIEL
Lonesomeness is something you take.
You bear? Dammit, you take it and
go about your business, that's all.
JOE
Well, uh, I'm raring to go.
O'DANIEL
Yes, I believe you are. Cowboy,
huh?
JOE
Uh, yessir.
O'DANIEL
Ready for hard work, son?
JOE
Ready for anything.
O'DANIEL
I got a hunch, Joe Buck, it's gonna
be easier for you than most.
JOE
Gonna be like money from home.
O'DANIEL
Money from home, see, there's your
strength, you put things in earthy
terms any man can understand, son.
I warn you I'm gonna use you, I'm
gonna run you ragged!
Joe laughs, driving an obscene uppercut into the air.
O'Daniel laughs with him.
O'DANIEL (CONT'D)
You're a wonderful boy. You'n me
gonna have fun, dammit, it don't
have to be joyless. Say, why don't
we get right down on our knees now?
JOE
Get down -- where?
O'DANIEL
Right here, why not? I prayed in
saloons, I prayed in the street, I
prayed an the toilet. He don't care
where, what He wants is that
prayer.
O'Daniel drops on all fours, crawling to find the plug of an
electric cord. He shoves it into a wall socket, switches off
the overhead light and suddenly a hollow, tinted plastic
Jesus glows on the dresser. O.S. a revivalist congregation
sings. And now we notice, with Joe, placards and flags, horns
and tracts, all the paraphernalia of a street corner
evangelist.
JOB
Shee-it...
O'DANIEL
That's the ticket, just open your
heart and let it flow. It ain't the
words, it's the love beyond 'em!
EXT. REMEMBERED BAPTISM - ANOTHER TIME
Sally Buck sings with the congregation while a rawboned
preacher stands in the river, preparing to immerse little
Joe.
O'DANIEL'S VOICE
Don't fight it, boy!
INT. WEST SIDE HOTEL ROOM - DUSK
O'Daniel tries to pull Joe down beside him.
O'DANIEL
Pray and you shall be heard!
EXT. REMEMBERED BAPTISM - ANOTHER TIME
Camera becomes little Joe, glimpsing the fevered faces of
Sally Buck and the congregation singing on the riverbank,
just before being plunged under the river. O'Daniel's voice
reechoes, filtered through water.
O'DANIEL
Don't be frightened, son!
EXT. TIMES SQUARE - NIGHT
Joe runs in aimless panic, pushing through the crowd, pursued
by O'Daniel's voice and the singing congregation.
O'DANIEL
Don't run from Jesus!
Joe stops short as he sees the front page of a tabloid on a
newsstand. There is a picture of Joe being led away by two
deputies, under a headline ALABAMA MURDERER SHOTGUNS ELEVEN.
EXT. FORTY-SECOND STREET - NIGHT
Joe searches the faces of the crowd, running forward suddenly
as he sees Jackie and the farmboy picked up by two men in a
large convertible. Joe chases the car to Eighth Avenue but
stops, frightened as he sees himself in multiple image on the
front of every newspaper displayed on a newsstand.
INT. EVERETT'S BAR - NIGHT
The saloon is almost empty during the after dinner lull. The
BARTENDER doesn't look up from his newspaper as Joe
approaches.
JOE
Say, you know that runty little
bastard I was with?
BARTENDER
I don't know nothing.
Joe tenses as he sees the . tabloid picture of himself on the
back of the bartender's paper. Joe's hand closes around an
empty beer bottle, a terrible violence surging very near the
surface. O.S. women scream.
INT. REMEMBERED BEAUTY SALON - ANOTHER TIME
Reflected in the mirror, we see little Joe wildly smashing
bottles and glass display cabinets -- the voices of women
screaming O.S. -- little Joe hurling a perfume bottle which
shatters the mirror and his own image.
Scene 11 - The Fall
- Overall: 8.0
- Concept: 9
- Plot: 8
- Characters: 7
- Dialogue: 6
The empty beer bottle stands where it was. Joe has
disappeared. On the TV screen over the bar, sound drowned out
by the jukebox, we see a blowup of the tabloid photograph,
revealing a young man very similar to, but clearly not Joe.
EXT. TIMES SQUARE - NIGHT
Colorful lights still flash seductive promise. The vertical,
lights on the MONY tower reach bottom and freeze momentarily.
STILL PHOTOGRAPH
Joe at his hotel window staring out blankly. Gun fire O.S....
INT. SHOOTING GALLERY - DAY
The radio at Joe's ear is drowned out by a kid in cowboy hat,
shooting alone in the gallery.
Two policemen idly slap their thighs with night sticks. Joe
moves on, unconsciously checking the coin return box of a pay
phone.
STILL PHOTOGRAPH
Joe curled up on his bed like a baby, fully dressed, his
radio on the night stand. O.S. his love theme, remote,
hollow...
EXT. FORTY-SECOND STREET - NIGHT
Joe's radio is at his ear "... never too late to look great,
Ben's Bargain Basement's open 'till five a.m., miles and
miles of Western styles, worth more at any store, money talks
and nobody walks." For the first time, Joe is aware of the
other midnight cowboys lurking in doorways, the cruising
queens, the middle-age men in sport shirts. Joe moves on self
consciously as he sees a scar-faced policeman, unconsciously
massaging his night stick. Camera holds on a window display
of gag buttons, featuring NEW YORK WILL BREAK YOUR HEART,
BABY.
STILL PHOTOGRAPH
Joe soaking in the tub, eyes closed.
EXT. TIMES SQUARE DANCE HALL - DAY
Joe's radio promises job opportunities for young men eighteen
to twenty-five in the U.S. Air Force. He stands with a crowd
staring up at a girl go-go dancing in the window of SERGEANT
PEPPER'S LONELY HEART CLUB.
STILL PHOTOGRAPH
Joe staring in the mirror. O.S. static over his love theme.
EXT. SIXTH AVENUE - NIGHT
By work-light, the tarrier in metal helmet leans on a jack
hammer, beyond the sign DIG WE MUST, drowning out Joe's
radio.
STILL PHOTOGRAPH
Joe flexing his muscles in his jockey shorts while -- LIVE ON
TV SCREEN -- a physical culture personality finishes push-ups
and starts pitching his own extra protein bread.
EXT. TIMES SQUARE PANCAKE HOUSE - DAY
Joe's radio continues the super-break commercial while a fry
cook flips flapjacks in the window.
But Joe's eyes are on a sign DISHWASHER WANTED. Joe looks up
and his eyes meet those of the young man scraping garbage
behind the counter. It's Joe.
JOE
Shee-it.
STILL PHOTOGRAPH
Joe sits in the hotel lobby, staring out at the street,
unable to concentrate on his comic book. On two-way radio, a
woman's voice giggles as she speaks, "When I can't sleep,
well, I just dial the time and listen to those old seconds
clicking by like, you know, counting sheep?"
EXT. SIDEWALK CAFE - COCKTAIL HOUR
Joe watches a young man hold a taxi door for an older lady,
at the same corner where Ratso waved to another young man.
The woman's predatory eyes linger momentarily on Joe before
she leads the young man into the Cafe. The two-way radio
continues over, "... that's what I do about insomnia."
JOE
Well, now, ma'am, next time you got
that feeling coming on, you dial
Joe Buck. I'll show you what to
do...
STILL PHOTOGRAPH
Joe straddles a chair, staring at a blank TV screen.
SINGING COMMERCIAL
Need a little easy money? It's E-Z.
Want a little easy cash? It's E-Z.
E-Z LOAN COMMERCIAL
As the jingle continues, we follow Joe and his radio into the
loan office, the depressing reality photographed and edited
in the style of a TV commercial:
JINGLE
Easy locations to get to
Easy ladies to greet you
Easy chairs to seat you
Easy payments to meet
Let E-Z set you
On Easy Street
Joe arrives confident
Harassed E-Z receptionist
Lines of uneasy customers
Desperate, angry faces
Reams of E-Z forms to fill
Clerk's sneer, says
Joe has to be kidding
INT. TIMES SQUARE PALACE LOBBY - NIGHT
Joe's image frozen -- as if another still photograph -
standing at the desk, waiting for his key.
JOE'S VOICE
Key to 1014...
Action continues as the DESK CLERK hands Joe a folded paper
instead of a key. Joe opens it, deeply perplexed.
DESK CLERK
Looks like you been locked out of
your room, buddy. Till you pick up
your tab.
JOE
Uh, what about my things'n all?
DESK CLERK
We keep them nice and safe till you
get this straightened out.
INTERCUT
Room 1014 warm and inviting, Joe's suitcase on the bed.
JOE
Listen, tell you what, you can keep
all the rest of the goddam junk if
you let me have just the suitcase.
That suitcase means a lot to me.
INTERCUT
The postcard photograph marked X -- THIS IS ME.
DESK CLERK
We keep everything. House rules.
EXT. TIMES SQUARE - NIGHT
Joe stands outside the hotel, stunned, seeing the bright
colored lights turn suddenly grey. The film continues in
black and white as Joe walks into the crowd.
EXT. SALLY BUCK'S BEAUTY SALON - DAY
The FOR RENT sign flapping in the wind.
INT. BAR - DAY
Joe nurses a short beer, like the regulars. He looks up as a
crippled panhandler approaches, vaguely reminiscent of Ratso.
JOE
Screw off.
INT. ROOM 1014 - NIGHT
The bed turned back, clean sheets, a soft night light.
INT. BUS DEPOT - NIGHT
Joe is stretched on a bench, his Stetson over his eyes. A
loud speaker announces a bus "departing for Texas" but Joe
does not move. A policeman taps Joe's boots with his night
stick. Joe rises and starts away with mixed anger and
apprehension.
Scene 12 - Joe's Descent
- Overall: 8.0
- Concept: 9
- Plot: 7
- Characters: 8
- Dialogue: 7
Two matching Ivy Leaguers exchange a glance as they see Joe
washing his feet in the basin. Joe stares back with a
belligerent grin.
JOE
Any objection, gentlemen?
INT. ALL NIGHT CAFETERIA - NIGHT
Joe balances a cup of coffee, walking past the other solitary
night people, avoiding each other's eyes. Joe spots what he's
looking for and seats himself next to a gaunt woman and her
ten year old son, both freaked out, erratically touching
things, themselves, each other in a futile effort to make
contact with reality. But Joe is only concerned with the
plastic-wrapped crackers left by their empty soup bowls.
JOB
Y'ain't gonna eat them?
The woman stares at Joe blankly. The boy runs a toy mouse
across the table, up his mother's arm and around her face.
With a polite nod, Joe opens the crackers and squirts one
with ketchup. Joe upsets his chair as a great gob of ketchup
spills onto his pants...
JOE
Shee-it.
... glancing around with an embarrassed laugh, but the only
one looking is a cop, scratching his calf with a night stick.
Joe keeps his back to the customers as he moves to the water
dispenser, wets a paper napkin and tries to wipe away the
stain. But the water has only spread the stain across his
pants and down his leg. He blushes as a blonde young
streetwalker giggles.
SALLY BUCK'S VOICE
Wet your britches, lover boy?
INT. SUBWAY ARCADE - NIGHT
Joe tries to hide the stain with his jacket as he checks the
coin boxes of vending machines, wary as he passes a burly
policeman, abstractedly snapping his handcuffs in front of a
bakery window display of bride-and-groom wedding cakes. Joe
barely glances at a confused MIDDLE-AGE LADY.
MIDDLE-AGE LADY
How do I get to Grand Central?
JOE
Shuttle. Follow the green light.
Automatically,checking the trough of a gum vending machine,
Joe unexpectedly faces himself in the mirror, the eyes
staring at him tired and hopeless. His hand reaches
unconsciously for a cigarette, The package is empty. He
crumples it in his fist but holds it.
JOE (CONT'D)
Alright, cowboy. Enough of this
shee-it. You know what you got to
do?
(nods)
Then go do it.
EXT. FORTY-SECOND STREET - NIGHT
Joe hurls the crumpled package into a DON'T BE A LITTERBUG
basket as he emerges from the subway, his radio at his ear.
The torchy voice belts his love song, merging with street
noises crying danger -- an ambulance, a burglar alarm, a
policeman's whistle -- the lights flashing lurid color for
the first time since Joe was locked out, no longer promising
but threatening, clashing, warning as...
... from a high angle, across the street, Joe joins the other
midnight cowboys, offering himself to all comers. His figure
is momentarily obliterated by traffic then...
... zooming in, we see Joe self-consciously trying to hide
the stain on his pants, embarrassed as a large sedan slows
then moves on to stop in front of a motorcycle freak. Joe is
briefly obliterated again by a passing police car...
... the receding flash of its turret light revealing Joe in
close conversation with a frightened young FAT BOY, whose
eyes plead for reassurance as Joe scowls.
INT. ROOM 1014 - DAY
Joe's black and white suitcase gleams on the bed.
JOE'S VOICE
Twenty-three bucks, I got to have
twenty-three bucks...
INT. ALL NIGHT MOVIE - NIGHT
From an apparently empty balcony -- an old science fiction
film grinds endlessly through the night -- a lost spaceman
trying to make contact with a tantalizing Martian maiden
across an invisible time barrier, theremin voices calling,
"Earthling, where are you?"
FAT BOY'S VOICE
Okay. Sure. I got twenty-five...
At the top of the balcony, Joe leans back, turning his face
away as the Fat Boy embraces him, kissing Joe's cheek and
neck, his head moving down out of frame to show -- on the
screen -- the spaceman and Martian maiden meeting, arms
outstretched. But the Martian maiden moves right on through
the spaceman, crying, "Earthling come back, however many
centuries it is, I'll wait!" Joe closes his eyes, forcing his
memory back...
INT. REMEMBERED MOVIE HOUSE - ANOTHER TIME
... repeating the remembered image of Anastasia and a younger
Joe, behind the movie screen...
ANASTASIA
You're the only one, Joe, the only,
only one ever!
... the remembered passion continuing, mounting -- intercut
with flash impressions, like flipping pages of a nudie
magazine -- naked, half-draped blondes gazing into camera
with sultry eyes, including one comic strip sexpot and the
calendar girl in Joe's Texas hotel room...
ANASTASIA'S VOICE
You're the best, the very best,
yes, yes, kiss me, oh God please
kiss me, Joe, now, now, now!
... Joe's face in extreme close-up, sounds of both movie
houses merging, confused, dominated by the voices of
adolescent boys...
BOYS' VOICES
Hey, Joe, give someone else a
chance! What's he doing for
chrisake? He kissing Anastasia? You
better swallow a whole goddam
drugstore, man!
... an adolescent ratpack waiting in line behind the screen,
laughing in coarse whispers, watching Joe and Anastasia. O.S.
theremin voices call "Earthling, where are you?"
INT. ALL NIGHT MOVIE - NIGHT
On screen, the Martian maiden moves through the spaceman,
crying, "Earthling, come back, however many centuries it is,
I'll wait!"
INT. ALL NIGHT MOVIE RESTROOM - NIGHT
Joe watches the Fat Boy doubled over, retching.
JOE
I'm awful damn sorry you're sick,
kid, but you gonna have to gimme
that money like you said.
FAT BOY
I was lying. I don't have it.
What're you going to do to me?
JOE
(controls fury)
What you got in your pockets?
Eagerly, the boy produces a family photograph, a subway
token, a dirty handkerchief. Joe grabs his wrist, revealing a
watch.
JOE (CONT'D)
How much's that worth?
FAT BOY
I can't go home without my watch!
My mother'd die! She'd die! Take my
books! Not my watch! She'd die!
But Joe has already kicked open the door. Theremin voices
drown out the Fat Boy, calling "Earthling, where are you?"
Scene 13 - Desperation
- Overall: 8.0
- Concept: 6
- Plot: 8
- Characters: 9
- Dialogue: 7
Joe sprawls, trying to sleep, his feet on the balcony rail,
the radio at his ear. On screen, once again, the Martian
maiden moves through the spaceman, crying, but we hear the
voice of a desperate woman on two-way radio. As she speaks, a
policeman moves along the aisle, slapping his palm with his
night stick.
DESPERATE VOICE
Bill, can I call you Bill, Mister
Bonner? I feel like I know you from
listening. What I called about,
Bill, I'm gonna kill myself...
EXT. SIXTH AVENUE - DAY
From a high angle, only Joe's Stetson and radio can be seen
above a passing bus, its side panel advertising BILL BONNER'S
STRAIGHT LINE, A STRAIGHT TALK SHOW.
BONNER'S VOICE
Why call me, baby? If you want to
do it; just do it, don't talk about
it. Are we drunky? Feeling a little
sorry for ourselves maybe?
Joe appears in full figure as the bus passes. He stands
looking at the suitcases in a luggage shop window.
DESPERATE VOICE
Well, Bill, what I got thinking, I
didn't want the neighbors to have
to find me, this young couple with
the boy I want to have my cat, see,
Bill?
INT. RADIO STATION - DAY
BONNER, tough in a grey crew-cut, talks on the phone.
BONNER
Okay, baby, now listen, just hold
on while I leave the line for a
minute. And think about all the
kids that are dying overseas for
you, okay, baby? Got that? I'll be
back in exactly sixty seconds.
After this message from...
A taxi born blasts, interrupting the sponsor's message.
EXT. SIXTH AVENUE - DAY
Joe's fist slams a fender violently, using Ratso's fake
injury trick to stop traffic, running across the street
toward...
EXT. NEDICK'S - DAY
... Ratso staring out at Joe, paralyzed in the act of
lighting a cigarette -- intercut in flashing close-ups -- Joe
outside the window, Ratso inside -- reflecting their
conflicting emotions -- Joe's murderous rage -- Ratso's panic
-- one almost subliminal flash of each revealing something
like pleasure at finding a long-lost friend...
INT. NEDICK'S - DAY
... Ratso staring up into camera, holding his breath.
RATSO
Don't hit me, I'm a cripple.
Joe's hand falls on Ratso's shoulder.
JOE
Oh, I ain't gonna hit you, I'm
gonna strangle you to death...
The cigarette in Ratso's mouth burns into his lip. He jerks
spasmodically, choking on smoke as he rips skin away with the
butt and drops it in his coffee cup.
JOE (CONT'D)
... only first I'm gonna turn you
upside down and shake you out right
here and now.
Coughing, eyes tearing, Ratso empties his pockets on the
counter, finally producing: sixty-four cents, a few sticks of
gum, an almost empty cigarette package, a book of matches and
two pawn tickets. He raises his eyes, somehow ashamed. Joe
kicks the toe of Ratso's loafer.
JOE
What's in your socks?
RATSO
Not a cent, I swear to God, I swear
on my mother's eyes.
Ratso removes his loafers and shakes them, glancing at the
counter man. His socks don't even conceal his toes.
Disgusted, Joe shoves Ratso's small pile back at him.
RATSO (CONT'D)
You keep the sixty-four cents. I
want you to have it.
JOE
It's sticky. What you do, slobber
on 'em? I wouldn't touch 'em.
Joe should leave -- Ratso obviously has nothing tangible to
offer -- but Joe hesitates, lighting a cigarette as Ratso
pulls on his loafers.
RATSO
How do you like that O'Daniel,
flipping out like that? I wanted to
get in touch with you when I heard,
but I been laid up with this
cold...
Ratso touches his chest, forcing a cough which continues
itself beyond his intention.
JOE
You want some free medical advice,
shut your goddam mouth about that
night.
RATSO
Okay, right, right, okay. Another
subject. Where you living? Still at
the hotel?
INT. ROOM 1014 - DAY
The black and white suitcase lies open on the bed.
INT. NEDICK'S - DAY
Joe turns abruptly and walks away.
JOE
Shee-it. I got better things to do
than talk to you.
EXT. SIXTH AVENUE - DAY
Joe strides north, pretending he doesn't hear...
RATSO'S VOICE
Hey, wait up, for crissake!
... Ratso hop-skipping to overtake Joe at the traffic light.
JOE
Listen, keep away from me, hear?
You come near me again, I snatch
you bald-headed!
RATSO
I'm inviting you. I mean if you're
not located, I got a place. I'm
inviting you, goddamit.
JOE
You inviting shee-it.
EXT. TENEMENT STREET - DAY
A contractor's sign announces LUXURY APARTMENTS AVAILABLE in
high-rise co-op, under construction beyond a raw of tenements
with X's taped on the windows. Ratso's voice continues over
the click-clack-click of Joe's boots and the flip-flap-squeak
of Ratso's loafers as camera moves toward a condemned
building.
RATSO'S VOICE
The X on the window means the
landlord can't collect rent --
which is a convenience, hey? -- on
account of it's condemned.
INT. TENEMENT STAIRS - DAY
Footsteps climb past rubbish piled outside empty flats.
RATSO'S VOICE
The electric's off. Another
convenience.
I don't mess with Con Edison, hey?
What the hell, I got candles,
right?
Scene 14 - Joe's Nightmare
- Overall: 9.0
- Concept: 8
- Plot: 10
- Characters: 8
- Dialogue: 8
Light from the X window shines on a Florida tourist poster as
Ratso leads Joe into an abandoned tub-in-kitchen flat, barely
furnished with a table and chair, a rumple of blankets on a
burnt-out mattress.
RATSO
I got no heat, but by that time,
you know, cold weather, hey, I'll
be in Florida. Stretch out. Make
yourself comfortable. You hungry?
I'll put up some water for coffee.
Ratso fills a saucepan from the tub-sink, sets it on a Sterno
stove. Joe sits himself on the mattress-bed, pretending to
test it, weeks of exhaustion and tension overwhelming him
suddenly, his only immediate problem being the effort to
restrain a large, comfortable yawn.
JOE
Comfortable, kee-rist, I slept on
subways softer than this.
Joe stretches himself, yawning, his eyelids drooping heavily.
The sounds of the city recede. Joe's love theme plays softly
on a distant radio. Joe's eyes close momentarily in spite of
him elf.
INT. REMEMBERED CAR - ANOTHER TIME
A vintage dashboard, radio dial glowing, Anastasia's face.
ANASTASIA
Love me, Joe?
EXT. DEMOLITION SITE - DAY
A huge metal ball arcs on chain, demolishing a brick facade.
INT. X FLAT - DAY
Ratso's face seems to radiate evil as he lights a Sterno can.
Joe forces his eyes half-open.
JOE
Smart thing for me to do is haul
ass outta here.
RATSO
Whatsa matter now?
Joe shivers, pulls a blanket around him, resisting sleep, but
the noises of demolition fade, the love theme lures Joe back.
JOE
You don't seem like no fag...
RATSO
What's that supposed to mean?
Joe's eyes close, his voice continuing out of half-sleep.
JOE
Want me to stay here, y'after something. What y'after?
INT. REMEMBERED CAR - NIGHT
Joe's thumbnail flares a match, exposing Anastasia on the car
seat with Joe, both nearly naked. Anastasia butterfly-kisses
Joe's chest as he lights a cigarette.
ANASTASIA
Say you love me. Just say it.
JOE
Okay. I love you.
Anastasia purrs as her lips find Joe's breast, trying to
nurse. A flashlight flares suddenly through the car window.
NIGHTMARE - MULTIPLE SPLIT SCREEN
Low angle Ratso bending over Joe, into camera...
... Sally Buck shocked, hand still on switch...
... Joe blinded by halation...
... Anastasia's mouth screaming soundlessly...
... flashlights multiplying on car window...
Full frame -- Anastasia catatonic in hospital gown -- a
woman's voice "What'd he do to you, Annie?"...
... gang-bang ratpack surrounding car with flashlights...
... Jackie shrieking "He loves her he loves her"...
... hands closing on Joe's buttocks...
... hand closing on Joe's naked left foot...
... hand on naked right foot...
... dentist leaning over Joe's mouth...
... hands pulling Joe's legs apart...
Zoom close-up -- Anastasia screaming soundlessly...
... thermometer under Little Joe's tongue...
... Sally Buck shoves chocolate in her mouth...
... bewigged poodle licks her fingers...
... Sally Buck hangs enema can on bedpost...
... Ratso leads ratpack chasing naked Anastasia...
... corona of flashlights...
Anastasia screaming soundlessly -- flashlight shoved into her
mouth -- electronic rock blasting...
... blank-eyed go-go girl in dance hall window...
... Joe held naked by ratpack...
... Ratso breaking beer bottle on Everett's bar...
... dwarf laughing on television...
... Ratso aims broken bottle at Joe's crotch...
... shooting gallery cowboys riddle Joe's pelvis...
Anastasia catatonic in courtroom -- between gaunt parents -
whining singsong "Raped her raped her Joe Buck raped her"...
... Fat Boy's mouth finds Joe's breast, tries to nurse...
... Sally Buck kisses him open-mouthed...
... slug crawls up Joe's stomach, trailing mucus...
... Cass's poodle laps at his toes...
... butterflies settle on his eyes...
Anastasia catatonic in courtroom between parents -- who are
now O'Daniel and Sally Buck...
... drawling voice "evidence of repeated violations"...
... Bill Bonner in flag-cloth judge's robe...
... police advancing, swinging night sticks...
... Joe running into Times Square, suddenly naked...
... Anastasia sitting in all-night cafeteria...
... freaky child running toy mouse over her naked body...
Siren screaming -- Anastasia staring catatonic from rear
window of ambulance...
... ambulance racing away...
... Joe chasing naked after ambulance...
... running into the arms of the police...
... Ratso laughing as police beat Joe...
INT. X FLAT - NIGHT
Joe awakens in a cold sweat, fighting the blankets, wild-eyed
as he sees Ratso at the table, examining Joe's radio by
candle-light. Joe lunges across the room to snatch the radio
from Ratso's hands.
RATSO
For crissake!
Still wild-eyed, Joe suddenly points at his stocking feet.
JOE
Where's my boots -- ?
EXT. TIMES SQUARE - DAY
Joe facing the crowd, naked except for his boots.
Scene 15 - Tensions Rise
- Overall: 9.0
- Concept: 8
- Plot: 9
- Characters: 8
- Dialogue: 7
Ratso points to the boots on the floor by the mattress.
JOB
How'd they get off me?
RATSO
I took 'em off.
JOE
What for?
RATSO
So you could sleep! I mean Christ!
Joe inspects the boots, seats himself on a battered Army cot
- which has been added while he slept -- swinging a boot by
its strap, considering whether to stay or go.
RATSO (CONT'D)
I drug in a cot, if you want to
stay.
JOE
Well now, Ratso, I'm gonna tell you
something for your own good, only
first gimme a cigarette.
Ratso offers a cigarette from his crushed package, Joe
strikes a match on his thumbnail and lights up, staring at
Ratso.
JOE (CONT'D)
You want me to stay here tonight,
is that the idea?
RATSO
I ain't forcing you, like, I mean,
who's forcing you?
JOE
Oh. Guess I got the wrong
impression.
Joe makes a slow move to pull on one boot.
RATSO
I want you to stay, okay? I goddam
invited you, didn't I?
JOE
Well, I hope you know what you're
in for. I'm a very dangerous
person. Someone does me bad like
you. If I caught up with you that
night, there'd be one dead Ratso
long about now. Hear?
RATSO
I'm impressed. You're a killer.
JOE
So if you want me to hang around
for a few days, I thought you
should know.
Joe yawns, picks up a few blankets and spreads them on the
cot. He puzzles out the faded printing on one blanket.
JOE (CONT'D)
Property of the YMCA. You make me
wanna puke sometimes, Ratso.
Ratso blows out the candle and wraps himself in blankets.
RATSO
Joe -- do me one favor -- this is
my place, am I wrong? You know, in
my own place my name ain't Ratso. I
mean it so happens my name is
Enrico Salvatore Rizzo.
JOE
Shee-it, man, I can't say all that.
RATSO
Rico then, at least call me Rico in
my own goddam place.
JOE
Rico! Rico! Rico! Is that enough?
(then)
And keep your meat hooks off my
radio.
EXT. VEGETABLE MARKET - DAY
Ratso wears a threadbare raincoat of faded black, several
sizes too large, as he shops with housewives at a sidewalk
vegetable stand -- elbowing his way through the ladies,
testing fruit, picking up vegetables and putting them back --
till the GREENGROCER spots him.
GREENGROCER
You! Out! Out! I told you, I calla
cops!
The other shoppers deliberately turn their backs, avoiding
involvement. As the Greengrocer grabs Ratso, Joe ambles into
the scene, wearing his dangerous little smile.
JOE
Hey, looka here, that ain't nice,
picking on a cripple...
Joe intervenes just long enough for Ratso to escape, then
ambles on, leaving the Greengrocer in frustrated fury. Camera
holds on a tray of coconuts.
Scene 16 - Joe and Ratso's Dilemma
- Overall: 7.0
- Concept: 6
- Plot: 8
- Characters: 7
- Dialogue: 7
Joe lies on his cot, watching Ratso struggle to penetrate the
fibrous husk of a coconut, experimenting with a variety of
rusty tools in an old cigar box.
RATSO
The two basic items necessary to
sustain life are sunshine and
coconut milk. That's a known fact.
If I can find the goddam hole the
milk squirts out.
JOE
This is an okay setup you got here,
but I'd say you ain't just exactly,
uh, flush, is that right or not?
RATSO
I been sick. Hold this, will ya?
Joe takes his time rising to hold the coconut while Ratso
tries to poke a hole with a bent ice-pick.
RATSO (CONT'D)
In Florida, they come smooth, ready
to eat.
Down there, your only problem is,
diet-wise, you gotta lift an arm to
wipe warm milk off your chin.
Tough, hey?
JOE
I think finding you's the smartest
thing I ever did, for both of us.
You just the crooked kinda sneaky
little sidewinder I need to get me
hustling in this town. Hey!
Joe jerks his hand away just in time to avoid the ice-pick.
The coconut bounces on the floor. Ratso picks it up, holds
it, while Joe tries to crack it, swinging his boot like a
hammer.
RATSO
Miami Beach is the only place for a
real hustler. Florida has more rich
chicks per square yard than any
resort spot in the world. They lie
out in their pagodas and pergolas
waiting to grab the first jockstrap
that passes.
JOE
What's all this sweet talk about
Florida? Your friend O'Daniel got a
stable down there now?
Joe swings violently. Ratso yelps, hopping on his one good
leg, sucking his thumb.
RATSO
Cowboy killers! Break my finger,
Christ! I got news for you, baby,
no chick with any class buys that
big dumb cowboy crap...
Ratso holds his thumb under the tub-sink faucet.
RATSO (CONT'D)
... the cowboy bit's out, except
among fags of a certain type, which
take a certain, type hustler to
exploit. Like I could handle it --
being a stealing operation
basically -- but take your average
fag, very few of them want a
cripple.
Joe holds the coconut like Yorick's skull, thinking hard.*
JOE
Well, I am dumb, that's for sure. I
don't talk right. I can't think too
good. Just only one thing I ever
been good for's loving. Women go
crazy for me. Fact. Crazy Annie.
Had to send her away. So I don't
cash in on that, what am I? I'm
shee-it. May's well flush me down
that hole with the dishwater.
Joe sets the coconut on the floor, holding it with both hands
while he tries to smash it with the heel of his boot.
JOE (CONT'D)
That's why you gonna stop crapping
about Florida and get your skinny
butt moving to earn twenty bucks
worth of management you owe me...
INT. ROOM 1014 - DAY
The suitcase lies open, displaying Joe's wardrobe.
JOE'S VOICE
Make that twenty-three bucks.
INT. X FLAT - DAY
Joe slams his heel down. The coconut shoots out from under
him and he lands on his ass.
RATSO
Look at yourself, Joe, no offense,
but frankly, you're beginning to
smell. For a stud in this town
that's a handicap.
JOE
You talk like a man with a tin
twat.
Ratso sets the coconut on the window sill, balancing it as he
raises the X window.
RATSO
You ain't got a chance in hell. You
need threads and glitter, baby. A
front, hey?
JOE
Well, uh, my manager's gonna manage
all that crap, or else he gonna get
a coconut up his flue.
Joe slams, the window down. The coconut flies down to crash
O.S. on the sidewalk below.
EXT. SIDEWALK - DAY
An alley cat laps up the milk of the broken coconut.
EXT. TIMES SQUARE - FANTASY
Joe stands naked in the middle of traffic. A siren shrills.
Anastasia, catatonic in a hospital smock, moves toward Joe
like a sleepwalker, passing through him.
INT. LAUNDROMAT - DAY
Wearing only his boots, Joe sits like an Indian chief,
wrapped in a blanket -- angle widening to show Ratso,
spotting Joe's jacket, slacks and shirt with cleaning fluid --
his eyes on a very pregnant Italian lady. As she starts to
load a coin cleaning machine, Ratso intervenes solicitously,
speaking in Italian...
RATSO
A woman in your condition shouldn't
do that. Let me help...
... adroitly slipping Joe's cleaning in with her load as she
turns to seat herself beside Joe.
JOE'S VOICE
It ain't right, stealing from a
pregnant lady.
INT. HAT CLEANERS - DAY
Joe and Ratso stand waiting at the counter.
RATSO
What did it cost her? The
laundromat syndicate lost a couple
coins. I'm crying.
The owner brings Joe's clean and blocked Stetson from the
rear of the shop. Joe sets it on his head and examines
himself in a mirror as the owner hands Ratso, the bill.
RATSO (CONT'D)
Where's mine? The black homburg? I
brought it in the same time.
The owner glances at the slip, puzzled, returns to the rear
of the shop to search for the nonexistent homburg. Ratso
quickly drags Joe away from the mirror and out of the shop.
Scene 17 - Scamming the Rich
- Overall: 8.0
- Concept: 9
- Plot: 8
- Characters: 8
- Dialogue: 7
The rhythmic duet of boots and loafers follows Joe and Ratso
- checking coin boxes and telephone booths -- till they reach
a shoeshine stand, locked for the night. They loiter till a
young couple has disappeared, then Joe kicks loose 'the
padlock on the equipment drawer, mounts one of the chairs and
Ratso goes to work on his boots with furious expertise,
flourishing double brushes, snapping the rag like a jazz
drummer.
JOE
Hey, you're good! I bet you could
pick up a living at this if you
tried.
RATSO
And end up a hunchback like my old
man? You think I'm crippled? You
shoulda caught him the end of a
day.
Ratso demonstrates a chimpanzee walk. Joe laughs. Ratso turns
back in panic as another man takes a chair next to Joe. Ratso
is about to retuse when a cop takes the third chair, swinging
his handcuffs around to the front, tapping his shoe with his
night stick. Ratso quickly drops a rag over the broken
padlock, cursing under his breath as he starts working on all
three customers at the same time.
RATSO'S VOICE
You think it's funny?
INT. X FLAT - DAY
Joe is seated in a straight-back chair near the X window, a
towel tucked around his neck as Ratso trims his hair, almost
as expert a barber as shoeshine boy.
RATSO
Stupid bastard coughed his lungs
out breathing that resin all day.
They buried him with gloves on.
Even the fag undertaker couldn't
get his nails clean.
As if by conditioned reflex, Ratso chokes on the cigarette in
his mouth, coughing painfully. He crushes it out, opens the
window to spit, shivering, then slam it and turns back to
remove the towel from Joe's neck.
JOE
Kee-rist, you pretty damn clever
for a skimpy little gimp.
RATSO
You like it? Take a look.
JOE
Don't rush me. How I do it, see, I
get myself primed, like I was
turning on the charm for some
pretty little blonde lady, then
kinda mosey away slow and easy and
- swing around! -- and there you
are, you handsome devil.
Joe performs his ritual as he speaks, but more relaxed,
faintly laughing at himself with Ratso. The wall mirror has
been added since we last saw the flat, along with a legless
overstuffed chair with burnt-out cushions, a tasselled table
cover, pinups, calendar girls and several new Florida tourist
posters, Ratso moves to Joe's side, arranging the
neckerchief, nodding.
RATSO
Not bad -- for a cowboy -- you're
okay, you're okay.
JOE
What I'm gonna do, I'm gonna make a
cowboy outta you, kid. How about
that? Build you up a little, teach
you couple little tricks'n turn
y'out to stud, Rat-stuff.
Joe slaps his hat on Ratso's head, tilts it, hooks Ratso's
thumbs in his jeans and shoves a cigarette into the corner of
Ratso's mouth. Ratso laughs till he chokes -- for one
instant, self-consciously, mimicking Joe -- then removes the
hat and reaches for his threadbare black raincoat.
JOE (CONT'D)
Okay, you got yourself one
handsome, sweet-smelling cowboy,
strut your stuff...
EXT. CONVERTED TOWN HOUSE - DAY
Joe and Ratso peer down through a basement bay window, into
the office of THE PERFECT GENTLEMAN ESCORT SERVICE --
endorsed by leading travel agencies and credit clubs offering
discreet companionship and personal guided tours in any
language. A large-busted matron, on a French phone, fills out
a memo and hands it to an immaculate young ESCORT, who slips
the memo into his topcoat pocket as he comes from the office
and hails a cab. Ratso darts forward, limping exaggeratedly,
holding the door, lifting the memo as he brushes off the
Escort's topcoat. The young man waves him away with out a
tip. Ratso slams the door and bites his thumb after the cab,
unfolding the memo as he joins Joe on the sidewalk.
RATSO
How do you like that? Cheap
bastard...
(reads, then)
I think we struck gold. This is one
high-class chick. The Barbizon for
Women!
EXT. MANHATTAN SKYLINE - DUSK
The Mutual of New York tower flashes MONY.
INT. CORNER PHONE BOOTH - DUSK
Ratso consults the memo as he speaks into the phone.
RATSO
Mr. McNeill, I'm calling for Miss
Beecham at the Barbizon Hotel for
Women. She won't need you
tonight...
EXT. BARBIZON FOR WOMEN - NIGHT
A doorman helps a young lady into a limousine.
RATSO'S VOICE
Would you believe a whole goddam
hotel with nothing but lonely
chicks?
Joe and Ratso watch from across the street.
RATSO
Score once in that setup, the way
chicks talk, Christ...
Joe cracks his gum, tilts his hat, starts across the street.
RATSO (CONT'D)
Get the money! Remember Cass
Trehune? Cash! These rich bitches
write a check at night, call the
bank and stop payment in the
morning. Get the cash!
In Ratso's eyes -- as Joe enters the hotel -- its facade
suddenly wipes away to reveal rich ladies in negligee waiting
in every room.
INT. BARBIZON FOR WOMEN - NIGHT
Joe starts up the stairs, two at a time. A BELLHOP grabs him.
BELLHOP
Hey! No men upstairs!
EXT. BARBIZON FOR WOMEN - NIGHT
Ratso warms his hands at a chestnut vendor's cart, seeing...
... zoom close-up, a lady in a window grabbing Joe.
INT. BARBIZON FOR WOMEN - NIGHT
Joe picks up a house phone, watched by the Bellhop.
EXT. BARBIZON FOR WOMEN - NIGHT
Ratso sees Joe zip from room to room in wild animation.
INT. BARBIZON FOR WOMEN - NIGHT
The lobby watches Joe blow a gum bubble at the elevator.
EXT. EXCLUSIVE DRESS SHOP - NIGHT
Staring at a window display of Florida sportswear, Ratso's
imagination soars, seeing...
Scene 18 - Joe and Ratso's Hustle
- Overall: 8.0
- Concept: 9
- Plot: 8
- Characters: 7
- Dialogue: 6
... Ratso, like a model in a travel poster, in gaudy sport
shirt, talking on the phone against a background of hotels...
... Ratso like James Bond, surrounded by bikinis, dictating
while girls serve coconut milk and massage his game leg...
... Ratso like George Raft, in evening clothes, running a
posh casino, flicking a coin...
... Ratso simply himself, dressed as he is, sitting on the
beach, at peace in the sun...
... the same identical picture with Joe sitting beside Ratso.
INT. BARBIZON FOR WOMEN - NIGHT
Joe faces MISS BEECHAM, a reserved and rather plain young
lady in evening dress, She tries to speak softly.
MISS BEECHAM
I'm afraid there's been a terrible
mistake...
EXT. EXCLUSIVE DRESS SHOP - NIGHT
Ratso leans against the window, flipping a coin.
EXT. BARBIZON FOR WOMEN - NIGHT
Miss Beecham is flushed with humiliation, the entire lobby
watching Joe in the hands of two bellboys.
JOE
I want my money, goddamit, you owe
me my money whether you get laid or
not, lady, shee-it!
EXT. EXCLUSIVE DRESS SHOP - NIGHT
The lights in the window suddenly switch off, blacking out
Florida. Ratso glances toward the growl of a siren O.S.
EXT. BARBIZON FOR WOMEN - NIGHT
A police prowl car slows in front of the hotel. Ratso swings
across the street with incredible speed to meet Joe as he's
tossed onto the sidewalk. Ratso picks up the Stetson and
brushes it off, then helps Joe to his feet.
EXT. SIXTH AVENUE - NIGHT
From a high angle -- the two figures move slowly along the
deserted avenue, their rhythmic musical duet growing more and
more faint in the distance, a broken grasshopper and a six
foot tarnished cowboy -- passing a tuxedo rental store, next
to a lighted sign -- TEMPERATURE IN MIAMI BEACH, FLORIDA 89
DEGREES -- their pace slowing to a dead stop...
INT. X FLAT - NIGHT
... Joe and Ratso frozen -- rain on the X windowpane freezing
into sheet ice. O.S.
a radio commercial plays warm, sentimental music while a cozy
voice explains how easy it is to heat with Humble oil.
EXT. CONDEMNED TENEMENTS - DAY
Joe and Ratso frozen in a narrow shaft of sunlight, watching
the huge metal ball demolish the building next door. O.S. a
radio announcer sells FROZEN SUNSHINE ORANGE JUICE.
INT. X FLAT - NIGHT
Joe and Ratso frozen, staring significantly at Joe's radio.
O.S. a singing commercial, "Don't wheeze and sneeze the
winter away! Drink Frozen sunshine every day!"
EXT. PAWN SHOP - DAY
Through the window -- Joe and Ratso watch the pawnbroker
examine Joe's radio, "Be healthier, wealthier, life can be
fine, when you drink Frozen" -- Sunshine is clicked off by
the pawnbroker.
INT. X FLAT - NIGHT
Joe and Ratso frozen, wrapped in blankets as...
... the canned heat dies with a faint puff...
... water dripping in the tub-sink freezes into an icicle...
... the candle burns down and out, leaving the screen dark.
EXT. CONDEMNED TENEMENTS - DAY
Joe and Ratso warm themselves on the smoke and steam rising
from a subway grating -- watching two officials in fur
collared coats inspect the front of their X flat building.
Reading their doom, Joe and Ratso, continue on, disappearing
into the subway.
EXT. FORTY-SECOND STREET - NIGHT
Joe stands alone, watching the midnight cowboys ply their
trade. Camera pulls back as Joe turns away and enters a store
front blood bank, offering ten dollars to blood donors.
INSERT
A huge hypodermic fills the frame, sucking Joe's blood. O.S.
Ratso coughs uncontrollably.
INT. X FLAT - NIGHT
Ratso leans over the tub-sink, dry-heaving while he coughs,
wearing a sheepskin coat much too large for him. He controls
the cough with effort -- hearing the door open and close O.S.
-- wipes his mouth and turns to grin at...
... Joe, trying to light the empty Sterno can, deliberately
ignoring Ratso. Ratso shrugs, washes his mouth at the faucet,
finds a cigarette butt and lights it, careful to avoid
inhaling the first puff.
JOE
Shee-it. Cough yourself inside out,
then light a fag, a goddam fag. You
make me puke. Where'd you steal it?
In the movies?
RATSO
The coat? A guy I did a favor once
gave it to me. Christ.
JOE
Who'd you ever do a favor for? You
just let some poor bastard freeze
to death, wouldn't you?
Joe slams ten dollars on the table. Ratso glances at Joe with
curious concern.
RATSO
Where'd that come from?
JOE
Forty-second Street. Where'n hell
you think it come from?
RATSO
You wanna know the truth? You dumb
bastard, I got it for you. Look at
it. Goddam thing's ten sizes too
big for me.
Ratso pulls off the coat and throws it at Joe.
JOE
Wear it yourself. I wouldn't put it
on my back.
Joe throws it back at Ratso.
RATSO
Goddamned if I'll wear it!
Ratso hurls it in a corner. Joe shoves the ten at Ratso.
JOE
Go get your medicine. Before you
die on my goddam, hands...
EXT. EAST RIVER BRIDGE - DAY
High angle -- Joe and Ratso cross an foot, chilled by wind,
neither wearing the sheepskin coat. The Queens riverfront and
factories appear cold and bleak, deserted on Sunday.
EXT. LONG ISLAND CEMETERIES - DAY
Camera moves into acres of tombstones, piled like low-rent
housing projects for the dead, the various faiths segregated
by crumbling boundaries.
JOE'S VOICE
Shee-it. I hate boneyards.
RATSO'S VOICE
So split. He ain't your goddam,
father.
EXT. PROTESTANT CEMETERY - DAY
Ratso leads Joe past a Negro family at a grave -- glances
around -- snatches an elaborate floral piece from a headstone
and hides it under his black raincoat as he darts toward a
low dividing wail and swings himself over into...
Scene 19 - Funeral and Invitation
- Overall: 8.0
- Concept: 8
- Plot: 8
- Characters: 7
- Dialogue: 6
... an endless section of plain stone markers. Joe touches
his hat to two nuns, guiltily hurrying to overtake Ratso at
ibis father's grave, indistinguishable from the other graves
except for the name on the headstone. Ratso places the floral
piece on the grave with almost absurd solemnity. Joe laughs.
JOE
Kee-rist, you sure are one twisty
little bastard, Ratso.
RATSO
The name's Rico, at my own father's
grave, a man deserves some respect.
JOE
Respect shee-it! You even steal
flowers for his grave.
RATSO
Can he smell the difference, eh?
Joe reads from the ribbon on the floral display.
JOE
Well, uh, he dam well know he ain't
'be-loved Aunt Winifred'.
RATSO
He can't read. Even dumber than
you. Couldn't write his own name. X
-- that's what it ought to say
there on that goddam headstone. One
big lousy X like our flat.
Condemned. By order of City Hall.
Joe is frowning, standing at the,headstone, momentarily
depressed with an undefined sorrow.
JOE
My Grammaw Sally Buck, she died
without letting me know.
EXT. SALLY BUCK'S BEAUTY SALON - DAY
Through the window, past the FOR RENT sign, the tarnishing
driers are lined up like tombstones.
EXT. JEWISH CEMETERY - DAY
Joe frowns, puzzled, as Ratso pulls out a black skullcap,
leading Joe toward a group of professional mourners,
whispering:
RATSO
Just keep your hat on and cry a
little. They tip you when it's
over.
Joe and Ratso join the mourners as the funeral moves to the
grave, Ratso mouthing an authentic double-talk...
... Joe standing self-consciously, aware of the covert
glances of the other mourners, automatically reaching up to
remove his hat, remembering when Ratso elbows him in the
ribs...
... Joe scowling, tight-lipped, embarrassed by the tip that
is thrust in his hand.
INT. LUNCH COUNTER - EVENING
A weary Santa Claus, in a rented beard and over-large
costume, warms his hands over the steam of his coffee cup.
Joe and Ratso are arguing farther down the counter.
JOE
Just ain't right, cheating someone
dead and can't cheat back.
In the background, as Ratso speaks, HANSEL and GRETEL
MACALBERTSON enter the lunch counter, inspecting the
customers one by one. Both wear black turtlenecks and jeans,
dressed as twins, both blond and pretty.
RATSO
You and my old man. Same kinda
mind. Putting me down till the day
he died...
(mimics)
... why can't you be like your
brothers? Sons a father could be
proud of. Yeah, sure. My brothers.
Too goddam busy making something of
themselves to show up when the old
man's dying!
Conditioned reflex, Ratso starts to cough. Joe sees the
MacAlbertsons in the mirror, standing behind him, studying
him. Gretel nods, Hansel hands Joe a large black card,
smiling vaguely, then moves on.
RATSO (CONT'D)
What was that all about?
Joe studies the black card, frowning at first, suddenly
smiling, turning as if to call after the MacAlbertsons, but
they are disappearing around the corner. Joe hands the card
to Ratso.
JOE
You wanna read something, read
this. I been invited somewhere.
Shocking pink letters on the black card read YOU ARE INVITED
TO HELP US BURY LOVE -- TONIGHT AT BROADWAY AND HARMONY LANE
- HANSEL AND GRETEL MACALBERTSON.
JOE (CONT'D)
They picked me. The only one in the
whole goddam place. You see how
they looked me over, up and down
before they give me that?
RATSO
So?
Joe sees a young man washing cups behind the counter. Joe
shakes his head, wonderingly, turning to study himself in the
mirror.
JOE
Well, this thought just struck me.
It wasn't too long ago I was
washing dishes way the hell
somewhere in Texas.
RATSO
Yeah, well, so?
JOE
Now I'm here. I'm in New York City.
Getting picked for things. Don't
you see what I'm driving at?
RATSO
What you're driving at, you want me
to get lost so you can go to your
fancy-ass party.
JOE
Did I say that? Did I?
(studies card)
It don't say nothing about you...
RATSO
Don't say nothing about you either.
JOE
But they picked me, right? So what
I'll do, I'll just say, now look,
you want me? Well, I don't go
nowhere without my buddy here.
RATSO
(shrugs)
Well, what the hell, I got nothing
better to do.
EXT. LOFT BUILDING - NIGHT
Snow swirls in the aureole of a street light as Joe and Ratso
run, heads lowered, turning into...
Scene 20 - The Party
- Overall: 8.0
- Concept: 8
- Plot: 7
- Characters: 7
- Dialogue: 7
... a drab entrance hall, dimly lit -- signs identifying
various commercial tenants -- a pink-on-black placard reading
MACALBERTSON, TWO FLIGHTS UP. Joe has started up before he
notices Ratso, leaning on the bannister at the foot of the
stairs, struggling to catch his breath. His face and hair are
wet with perspiration, his lips lavender-blue.
In swift flashes -- intercut -- Joe reads the panic in
Ratso's eyes, so intense that Joe shares it, unable to speak
or offer reassurance.
JOE
Better dry your hair some. You
sweating all over the goddam place.
Joe pulls out his shirttail, grabs Ratso by the neck and rubs
his head dry.
JOE (CONT'D)
You got a comb?
RATSO
Don't need a comb.
JOE
Few dozen cooties won't kill me,
don't guess.
Joe hands Ratso his own comb. Ratso swipes at his tangled
hair angrily until two teeth break in the comb. He hands the
comb back, tugs at his hair with his fingers, pats it in
place, then looks back into Joe's eyes.
RATSO
Okay? I look okay?
In a moment of silence, distant sounds can be heard -- a
siren, the grinding teeth of a garbage truck, the twang of an
electric guitar upstairs at the party -- then Ratso makes a
quick gesture of impatience and starts up the stairs, pulling
himself on the bannister.
INT. MACALBERTSONS' LOFT - NIGHT
A bank of lights blinds Joe and Ratso as they enter --
electronic rock blasts their ears -- a bearded cameraman on a
step-ladder photographs them as they stand confused -- facing
a monstrous collage of tabloid photos blown up, showing the
murder of a hippie known as Groovy -- in-huge black letters,
LOVE WAS GROOVY -- GROOVY IS DEAD. Joe shouts over the
amplified music.
JOE
Better get a hold of someone and
tell them I'm here.
Ratso points to his ear -- he can't hear -- following Joe
across the room. The huge loft is crowded with a random
selection, gathered to serve as dress extras in an
underground film. The party is the scene. The MacAlbertsons
merely supply the ingredients and allow it to happen, with
cameras strategically placed to record the happening...
... Hansel with tape recorder, Gretel with hand-held camera
drifting through the crowd -- catching words and images in a
detached, whimsical fashion. Gretel turns her camera on Joe
and Ratso as they approach.
JOE (CONT'D)
Well, I made it. This here is Ratso
Rizzo and I...
RATSO
Rico. Rico Rizzo.
Gretel smiles without recognition. Hansel gestures vaguely.
HANSEL
Do you need anything? I mean
there's beer and so forth. Whatever
your thing is...
The twins move away together, pausing to confer with the
operator of a tripod camera -- focused on an emaciated flower
girl with long hair and dirty feet, stretched in a
sarcophagus, clutching a dead daffodil, her eyes glazed.
Scrawled in huge letters on the wall over her head -- LOVE!
RATSO
If you want the word on that
brother and sister act, I'll give
you the word. That Hansel's a fag
and Gretel's got the hots for
herself. So who cares, right? Load
up on the salami...
Ratso heads for the refreshment table. Joe starts after him
but pauses, intrigued by an alcove under the balcony where a
light show is in progress -- surreal images of naked bodies
projected against abstract currents of color and strobe
light...
... a bored fat lady in a muu-muu, squatted like a Buddha at
a low table, rolling joints for the guests.
She lights a joint and offers it to Joe as he wanders in to
watch the show. Joe laughs delightedly when he realizes what
it is...
JOE
Shee-it, this is one helluva party!
... glancing around at the others, imitating their techniques
-- the quick inhaler, who follows with sharp gulps of air -
the deep inhalers who draw air as they inhale -- the stylist
who lets the smoke drift out and inhales through the nostrils
-- Joe puffing himself slightly dizzy, starting to laugh at
the silent flick effect of the strobe light -- the action
around him slowing almost imperceptibly, overcranked -- a
veil of smoke hanging over the fat woman's face, transforming
her into a laughing witch -- a similar veil around Joe's
head, relaxing the self-conscious tension of his face,
spontaneously curious about the play of light on his hand,
grinning at...
... a serious young technician handling the light show,
scattering psychedelic stars across a sky of magenta flesh...
... Joe reaching for the stars as he rises and wanders back
to the crowded loft, fascinated to see...
... a crew with cameras and lights, on the balcony at one end
of the loft, photographing the scene below...
... a dark-haired lady by the name of SHIRLEY -- chic in the
style of a gangster's moll -- drinking beer from the bottle,
predatory eyes searching the crowd...
... Ratso surreptitiously stuffing his pockets from the
buffet table, glancing nervously over his shoulder, unaware
of Gretel and her hand-held camera, photographing Ratso as he
steals, turning away casually, disinterested...
... Joe laughing as he dances for a moment with a tall black
girl -- the lights swinging around them -- faces swimming...
... Shirley in fleeting close-up, gone in an instant,
reappearing...
INT. MACALBERTSON BATHROOM - NIGHT
... her face in the mirror smiling in a dark, provocative way
-- Joe standing at the bathroom door, forgetting to be
embarrassed as Shirley turns away from the mirror,
unhurriedly, running her fingers through her hair, boldly
meeting Joe's eyes.
SHIRLEY
I can tell, can't you?
JOE
Yeah, oh yeah.
SHIRLEY
What'll we do? Leave now or what?
Your place or mine? Oh God, the
second I looked at you I knew. Did
you?
Joe grins, watching Shirley's lips move, unable to keep her
in sync, startled to hear Ratso's voice.
RATSO'S VOICE
She's hooked...
Scene 21 - The Party
- Overall: 8.0
- Concept: 8
- Plot: 7
- Characters: 8
- Dialogue: 8
Joe realizes he is back at the party, Ratso whispering
hoarsely.
RATSO
... I'd say she was good for ten
bucks, but I'll ask for twenty...
But Joe is watching with terrible fascination as Hansel and
Gretel lift the flower girl from her sarcophagus.
SHIRLEY'S VOICE
Did you know? We were going to make
it?
Joe glances down to see himself flanked by Ratso and Shirley.
RATSO
You really want to do business?
SHIRLEY
Who's he? Oh God! Don't tell me you
two are a couple -- ?
The flower girl, hypnotically dazed, accepts a broom dipped
in black paint and smears a huge X across LOVE. Joe laughs.
HANSEL'S VOICE
Why are you laughing, Joe?
Hansel holds a microphone toward Joe, who shrugs, grinning at
Ratso and Shirley. Gretel's camera moves down Joe's body.
HANSEL
Are you for real, Joe?
JOE
Well, I ain't a f'real cowboy, but
I'm one hell of a stud!
Shirley glances at Ratso, who nods, whispering in her ear.
RATSO
A very expensive stud. And I happen
to be his manager.
The scene -- from Joe's viewpoint -- becomes increasingly
confusing and fragmented, dialogue and image moving in and
out of focus, cameras and lights surrounding him, keeping the
center of attention in his own blown mind...
... Shirley's eyes unnaturally bright, inspecting his body,
lingering on his thighs, moistening her lips...
SHIRLEY
It's too much -- to come face to
face with a walking talking sex
fantasy -- to buy a man's -- God!
... the tall black girl dancing in stroble light, starting to
remove her clothes -- Gretel following her with a camera...
SHIRLEY'S VOICE
I can't wait to tell my man Monday.
I should be taking notes. Look at
my arm!
... Shirley's talon-like fingernails caressing the gooseflesh
on her tanned arm...
RATSO'S VOICE
I gotta sit down. I feel crummy.
Ratso stretched out on a Victorian love seat -- the flower
girl walking unsteadily, passing out dead daffodils, placing
one in Ratso's hand Gretel photographing his reaction...
SHIRLEY'S VOICE
Eat it -- a man in your line of
work has to keep his strength up...
... Shirley bringing Joe a massive sandwich on a paper plate,
watching him bite into it...
SHIRLEY
It's fantastic, now I know,
everything you do has sexual
implications.
If I you know, bought it -- could I
take pictures of you naked? That's
part of it, isn't it, kinky kinda
things?
... the tall black girl and a few others are trying to
promote an orgy. A scrofulous old wino dances spastically,
working his toothless gums, preparing to expose himself to
two girls dancing together...
HANSEL'S VOICE
We want you, Joe. You've been
chosen.
... five youths stand beside the sarcophagus -- two sailors,
two cycle freaks, a weight-lifter -- waiting to be
pallbearers. Joe joins them. All lights and cameras are
turned on the slow funeral procession, carrying the flower
girl out of the loft to the tune of "Moonlight and Roses".
Strobe light adds to the unreality of the scene...
SHIRLEY'S VOICE
I had a thing for him. Before I
knew. Why should knowing make it
more of a thing?
... Shirley talks to Gretel as she photographs the funeral.
SHIRLEY
Naturally I'll have to ask myself
why a cowboy? And why a cowboy
whore? But not tonight.
INT. MACALBERTSON LANDING - NIGHT
Shirley is pulling her coat out of the pile on the bannister.
SHIRLEY
Incidentally, how much is this
going to cost me anyway?
Joe turns to Ratso, whose attention is fixed on the coats.
JOE
Tell her, Ratso.
RATSO
Twenty bucks...
SHIRLEY
Sold. Let's go.
RATSO
... and taxi fare for me.
SHIRLEY
Get lost.
RATSO
I agree. And for that service I
charge one dollar taxi fare.
She takes a dollar from her purse and hands it to Ratso,
takes Joe's arm and starts down the stairs. Ratso lingers,
starting quickly through the coats, frisking them for loose
change.
INT. LOFT BUILDING LOBBY - NIGHT
At the foot of the stairs, Shirley kisses Joe violently.
SHIRLEY
Your name's Joe. Which is fabulous.
Joe could be anyone. Kiss me, Joe,
move over, Joe, go away, Joe. It's
just perfect.
They glance up as Ratso appears, swinging down too rapidly on
the bannister. He misses a step and falls -- a clown's fall,
unable to stop but apparently not hurting himself. Shirley
and Joe are laughing when Ratso lands at the foot of the
stairs.
SHIRLEY (CONT'D)
He fell. Hey, fella, you fell. Is
he all right?
RATSO
(rises, mimics)
Is he all right!
JOE
Well, if you're awright, why you
hanging on the bannister. Can you
walk or not?
RATSO
Walk? Naturally I can walk.
SHIRLEY
He's got taxi fare.
JOE
Sure you're all right?
RATSO
(shouts)
I said yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah!
INT. TAXICAB - NIGHT
Joe and Shirley are kissing. Shirley rolls away, flushed,
fanning herself. Joe rolls down the window.
Scene 22 - Joe and Shirley's Love Scene
- Overall: 8.0
- Concept: 7
- Plot: 6
- Characters: 8
- Dialogue: 7
Joe leans out of the taxi window, waving his Stetson,
bellowing at the snow.
JOE
Whoopee ti yi yo...!
EXT. LOFT BUILDING - NIGHT
Ratso makes his way slowly from the building to the curb,
whistling between his teeth sharply, hailing a cab. The cab
slows to a stop. Then the driver sees Ratso, shifts into gear
and drives on. Ratso bites his thumb after the cab, rests for
a moment on the lamp post, then starts painfully inching his
way along the deserted street.
INT. SHIRLEY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Joe lies on his back, staring fixedly at a fragile mobile
hanging from the ceiling, stirring listlessly.
SHIRLEY'S VOICE
That happens. Don't worry about
it...
Shirley leans on one elbow, looking at Joe sympathetically,
fighting an almost irrepressible desire to laugh. Still
avoiding Shirley's eyes, Joe finds a cigarette on the side
table, searches for matches.
JOE
Well, that's something never
happened to me before, you can bet
your bottom dollar. Uh, where's the
matches, ma'am?
SHIRLEY
Top drawer. Maybe if you didn't
call me ma'am, things would work
out better.
Joe finds the matches, lights up and lies back, staring at
the mobile as he smokes, still not looking at Shirley.
JOE
First goddam, time it ever quit on
me. Fact.
The repressed laugh finally breaks through. Shirley stifles
it quickly as Joe sits up, looking at her.
JOE (CONT'D)
You think I'm lying!
SHIRLEY
(controls herself)
No. Of course not. Just something
struck me funny...
Close on Joe -- watching Shirley closely, reacting.
SHIRLEY'S VOICE
I just put myself in your shoes. I
had this image of a bugler without
a horn, a policeman without a
stick, etcetera, etcetera and I...
(giggles)
I think I'd better shut up, I'm
making it worse.
Shirley composes her face, reaching out to touch Joe. But
that doesn't help either. He reacts sharply.
SHIRLEY
Maybe we should take a little nap,
see what happens?
JOE
I ain't sleepy.
SHIRLEY
I know. Scribbage!
Extreme close-up of Joe -- frowning, puzzled...
JOE
Shee-it...
... camera pulling back to show Joe concentrating on a game,
spread out on the sheet, consisting of nine dice lettered on
all sides, the object being to build as many words as
possible, Scrabble fashion, while a sand timer counts the
seconds. Shirley watches Joe's efforts to think with
sympathetic amusement. The only word Joe has composed so far
is MAN.
SHIRLEY
That's pretty Freudian, Joe.
JOE
What? It's a perfectly good word,
ain't it. How much time I got?
(glances up)
Goddam sand thing drive you crazy.
Kee-rist. Spelling never was a very
strong point with me. Even in
school.
SHIRLEY
If you didn't talk so much, maybe
you could think more.
JOE
Talking helps. Don't talk, you get
muddled in your head. Hey! Now you
just look at this here!
Joe spells out MONY, down from the M in MAN.
SHIRLEY
There's an E in MONEY. If that's
your word.
JOE
M-O-N-Y -- I'm right! That's just
exactly how they spell it up there
on that big building, bet you could
see it from here. M-O-N-Y.
SHIRLEY
(stifles giggle)
Okay. Never argue with a man.
JOE
Y -- what in hell starts with Y?
Shirley slyly trails the tips of her fingernails across Joe's
chest as she leans over to study the game, breathing softly
into his ear as she speaks.
SHIRLEY
It can end in Y day, pay, lay --
hey, pay lay!
One predatory hand rests on his knee -- as if by accident -
disarranging the sheet, talon nails lightly brushing his
thigh.
JOE
Cut it out. That's cheating,
teasing me so I can't think.
Just one bitsy Y word and I gonna
beat you!
SHIRLEY
You gonna beat me, Joe?
JOE
Beat your butt, you don't lemme
think!
SHIRLEY
Gay ends in Y. Fey. You like that --
gay fey -- is that your problem?
JOE
I show you what problem --
But the end of his sentence is swallowed by Shirley, taking
his kiss in her open mouth, crushed by its impact, an animal
noise snarling deep in her throat -- the agonized alley cat
wail of pleasure -- Joe's problem is solved. Joe's love theme
swells triumphant. At the same time, Shirley half-rises,
trying to force Joe's head down, her own on top. The issue is
joined. Shirley has named the game. Her objective is to force
Joe onto his back. Joe's objective is to retain his
initiative. Camera ignores the classic action on the central
front, concentrating exclusively on peripheral tactical
maneuvers...
... Joe's elbows pinning her shoulders...
... her eyes bright, accepting the challenge...
... his tight smile revealing clenched teeth...
... her fingers searching out then tickling his underarm...
... Joe laughing as he falls lopsidedly...
... Shirley laughing triumphantly...
... his hand closing on her wrist...
... her talon-nails clawing the air...
... her toes walking up his calf...
... her legs suddenly locking around his knees...
... her free hand grabbing his hair...
... her shoulder rising as she forces his head back...
... her lips pressing down on his...
... his hand swatting an unidentified mass of flesh...
... her eyes popping, teeth clamping his ear lobe...
... his hand catching her ankle...
... her teeth losing the ear lobe as she screams...
... her foot appearing upside down beside her face...
... her talon-nails furrowing flesh, drawing blood...
... his head rearing back, roaring...
... both rolling to the floor, out of view...
... her feet suddenly flying up into view...
... her hand tugging rhythmically at the blanket...
... her other hand wildly exploring Joe's back...
... her ankles locking spasmodically...
... her eyes and mouth wide, gaping...
... the blanket suddenly ripping free, flying into the air as
her arm flings itself around Joe...
... the bedclothes spilling down around them, muffling her
ascending shrieks.
JOE'S VOICE
Whoopee ti yi yo...
Scene 23 - Joe and Ratso's Fraying Relationship
- Overall: 9.0
- Concept: 8
- Plot: 8
- Characters: 9
- Dialogue: 9
Shirley has difficulty reverting to her nine-to-five role as
a Madison Avenue career girl. Half-dressed for work, she is
talking on the telephone, her eyes on the open door to the
bathroom, through which Joe's voice continues singing.
SHIRLEY
Well, I really can't talk now, if
you know what I mean, but believe
me when I say, Myra, it's an
experience every emancipated woman
owes herself. I'm not. I'm not
exaggerating. Well, what's Phil's
poker night?
(yells off)
Joe -- are you available next
Thursday, eight-thirty?
INT. SHIRLEY'S BATHROOM - MORNING
Thoroughly shaved, bathed and groomed, Joe is sprinkling an
expensive cologne into his boots. He yells back
enthusiastically.
JOE
Well, lemme think now, Thursday,
eight-thirty, yeah, I guess I could
be available. Hell, yeah.
INT. SHIRLEY'S BEDROOM - MORNING
Shirley turns back to the phone. Joe appears, grinning.
SHIRLEY
Why don't you just come here? I'll
be working every night this week.
I'll leave a key with the super...
JOE'S VOICE
Well, ma'am -- Shirley -- I sure
hate to trouble you, but...
Shirley opens her purse, savoring the moment. As she places
the money in Joe's hand...
INT. MEN'S STORE - DAY
... Joe slaps a bill on the counter, admiring a fine new
cowboy shirt in the mirror, wriggling new white socks into
his boots. Suddenly remembering, he goes to the sock rack and
buys two pairs, one large and one small. Gradually
dominating, Joe's love theme recurs, continuing over...
INT. CHAIN DRUG STORE - DAY
... Joe slaps down money to pay for an assortment of
medicine.
INT. CONDEMNED TENEMENT - DAY
Joe takes the stairs two at a time to burst in on...
INT. X FLAT - DAY
... Ratso huddled in the overstuffed chair -- wearing the
stolen sheepskin coat -- wrapped in blankets, his teeth
chattering, in spite of the sweat on his forehead. Joe stops
abruptly, his mood shattered by Ratso's alarming condition.
They simply stare at each other for a moment, then Joe turns
away to see soup heating on the Sterno stove. Joe tosses one
of his paper bags onto Ratso's lap...
JOE
See what you think of that crap.
I'll pour your soup. Got some of
that junk you like to swill, too.
Mentholatum. Aspirin. All that shee
it...
Ratso opens the paper bag, trying to control his shivering,
pulling out the socks and a suit of long underwear. He sees
Joe watching him for a reaction. The best Ratso can do is a
slight shake of his head.
JOE (CONT'D)
They wrong?
RATSO
No. But while you was buying the
underwear, I could have lifted the
socks.
JOE
You couldn't lift fly specks from a
sugar bowl. Can you hold this?
Joe hands Ratso the soup. Ratso seems steadied by the warmth
in his hands. He nods, sipping the soup.
RATSO
But thanks.
(hesitates, then)
Hey, Joe, don't get sore about this
or anything. You promise?
JOE
Yeah.
RATSO
Well, I don't think I can walk.
(embarrassed)
I mean, I been falling down a lot
and, uh...
JOE
And what?
RATSO
I'm scared.
JOE
What of?
RATSO
What'll happen. I mean what they do
to, you know, do with you -- if you
can't -- ah, Christ!
JOE
Who?
RATSO
I don't know. Cops. Or the -- how
should I know?
Ratso is trembling so violently that the sou, starts to slop
over. Joe takes it and sets it on the table.
JOE
Okay. Here it is. You gonna go see
the doctor. I got nine bucks and
twenty more Thursday and I gonna be
riding high before you know it. So
you gonna get you the best goddam
doctor in this town and get
yourself straightened out, that's
what.
RATSO
No doctors. No, sir. Not me.
Doctors are like goddam auto
mechanics. Fix one-thing, unplug
another. Operate for piles and
while they're there, they unscrew
your liver. My old man, for God's
sake, wasn't any sicker'n I am when
he went to the doctor.
JOE
Well, just exactly what the hell
you think you're gonna do? Die on
me?
RATSO
I'm going to Florida, that's my
only chance.
JOE
You know what's wrong with you? You
got fevers. You kinky as a bedbug.
How you gonna get to Florida?
RATSO
I'll find the money. If you just
get me on the bus, that's all I
ask.
JOE
Just when everything's going my
way, you gotta pull a stunt like
this.
RATSO
I don't even want you to go.
Whaddya think of that? I got other
plans for my life than dragging
around some dumb cowboy that thinks
he's God's gift to women. One
twenty-buck trick and he's already
the biggest stud in New York City.
It's laughable.
Joe sets his Stetson on his head.
JOE
When I put you on that bus down to
Florida tonight, that'll be the
happiest day of my life!
Scene 24 - Lost in New York
- Overall: 7.0
- Concept: 7
- Plot: 8
- Characters: 7
- Dialogue: 6
Joe strikes a match with his thumbnail and watches it curl
away while he waits, hearing a phone ring. Then the phone is
answered by a woman's voice.
JOE
Hey, Shirley... Miss who? Oh, yeah,
well, when will Missus Gardner be
home? ... I'm a friend of hers, a
goddam good friend... Shee-it, I
can't wait till then...
Joe hangs up while the answering service's voice is still
talking. The match has burned out. Joe flips it away.
INSERT
Headline -- WALTER P. BOX TAKES NEW YORK BY SURPRISE.
EXT. TIMES SQUARE - DUSK
Joe loiters outside a gag headline print shop, his eyes
following a man in homburg and chesterfield.
EXT./INT. METROPOLE - DUSK
Joe lingers momentarily, identifying with the violence in a
jazz drummer, his eyes searching for a pickup.
INT. ARCADE - DUSK
Joe tests his skills in a shoot-down with a large metal
cowboy and kills him, a recorded voice sneaks, "Got me!" as
the cowboy slumps. Joe glances off as he hears polite
applause...
TOWNY'S VOICE
Bravo...
... TOWNY -- a stout, round-faced man -- clasps Joe's hand
between both of his own, like an old friend.
TOWNY
How are you?
(more quietly)
Townsend P. Locke, from Chicago.
Call me Towny. I'm here to attend a
paper manufacturers' convention
and, frankly, to have a little fun,
dammit...
Towny grips Joe's elbow, almost forcibly leading him away.
EXT. SIDE STREET WEST OF BROADWAY - DUSK
Towny's face appears huge at Joe's shoulder.
TOWNY
This is my first night in town and
I'll consider it a ghastly omen
clouding my entire ten days, if you
don't consent to have dinner with
me. Anywhere you like...
Towny's mouth continues speaking at an incredible rate, but
his words are drowned out momentarily by the grinder of a
sanitation truck, chewing up a discarded Christmas tree with
tinsel clinging to it. Towny is still talking when they've
passed the truck.
TOWNY (CONT'D)
... never mind how you're dressed.
They know me. I'll say you're with
the rodeo. There's always a rodeo
in New York, dammit. Besides, you
look very elegant...
EXT. STREET CORNER - NIGHT
Joe hardly notices O'Daniel on a far cornet, his whining
scarcely audible.
"Ye are the salt of the earth, Jesus said, but if the salt
hath lost its savor, wherewith shall it be salted?"
TOWNY
But, dammit all, I just remembered,
we'll have to eat in my room
because I have this phone call
coming at nine-thirty...
INT. TOWNY'S HOTEL ELEVATOR - NIGHT
An ancient open cage lift.
TOWNY
What I like about you, you're such
a wonderful conversationalist. So
won't that be nice to have dinner
sent up?
INT. TOWNY'S HOTEL CORRIDOR - NIGHT
A threadbare, carpeted but spacious hallway.
TOWNY
Fifty years ago this was the only
hotel in Manhattan. My mother
always calls me at her bedtime, so
I've got to be there.
INT. TOWNY'S BEDROOM-SITTING ROOM - NIGHT
The room has little to recommend it except its size and large
French window, through which -- ignored by Joe -- the Mutual
tower flashes MONY. Towny waves Joe toward the couch, quickly
slipping several physical culture magazines from the coffee
table onto a shelf beneath.
TOWNY
A drink? I've got some nice gin. If
you'd prefer something else,
they'll send it up...
JOE
Gin's okay.
TOWNY
It's so exciting. New York. The mad
forward thrust of everything. My
sense of time here is completely
altered.
INT. TENEMENT STAIRS - DAY
Joe carries Ratso down the stairs, wrapped in a blanket.
INT. TOWNY'S BEDROOM-SITTING ROOM - NIGHT
The coffee table is littered with empty cartons of Chinese
food, soaked through with brown sauce. Joe finds the last egg
roll and eats it as Towny's voice drones on.
TOWNY
Sometimes it seems to me time
stopped twenty years ago. There was
this war, there was this handsome
young man with quite black hair and
he was supposed to die. But he
didn't. Isn't that amusing?
JOE
What?
Towny's dialogue moves out of sync. Towny's eyes seem to look
into camera -- from Joe's viewpoint -- but slightly past it.
The quality of the scene grows increasingly disjointed as Joe
glances around the room, looking for something to steal,
losing personal contact with Towny, viewing him as an object
to be used for a specific purpose.
TOWNY
Enough about me. I'm through
talking for the evening. Now I want
to hear about conditions in the
West. The romance of the West holds
a tremendous power over me. Mother
was actually a pioneer woman, can
you believe it? When she calls,
I'll introduce you and she'll be so
thrilled.
EXT. TENEMENT NEIGHBORHOOD - DAY
Ratso sits an a stoop while Joe hails a cab.
INT. TOWNY'S BATHROOM - NIGHT
Towny's voice is only a shrill monotone from here, Joe
searches with increasing desperation for something of value.
An old electric razor is too bulky for Joe's pocket, probably
worthless anyhow. Towny's array of medicines merely recalls
Joe's purpose.
TOWNY'S VOICE
Mama, a coincidence. Guess who was
being discussed. Discussed. Not
disgusted. Discussed! Do you have
that thing turned up? Why aren't
you wearing it! This is impossible!
EXT. GREYHOUND BUS TERMINAL - DAY
Joe lifts Ratso from the taxi and carries him inside.
JOE'S VOICE
Listen, Towny, did I mention I got
a sick kid?
Scene 25 - Desperation
- Overall: 9.0
- Concept: 8
- Plot: 10
- Characters: 9
- Dialogue: 8
Joe is rehearsing the speech in the bathroom mirror.
JOE
Well, he is, he's sicker'n shee-it.
And I've gotta get him South quick
as I can...
INT. GREYHOUND BUS TERMINAL - DAY
Joe stands in a long line, glancing impatiently at the clock
while Ratso waits on a bench, wrapped in his blanket.
INT. TOWNY'S BEDROOM-SITTING ROOM - NIGHT
Towny is stretched out on the couch, staring morosely.
TOWNY
I was so childish with her.
Joe moves into frame past camera, standing in front of him,
so that we can see the scene from behind Joe's waist.
JOE
What d'you want?
TOWNY
What?
JOE
What you got me up here for?
TOWNY
Oh, difficult, it's so difficult.
You're a nice person, Joe -- I
should never have asked you up -- a
lovely person. Oh, how I loathe
life. I loathe it. Please go.
Please.
JOE
You want me to leave?
TOWNY
No, yes. No, I mean yes please go.
Help me to be good. Come back
tomorrow. Promise.
JOE
I'm going to Florida.
TOWNY
This is terrible. I meet someone
who -- then -- wait, I want to give
you a present. For your trip.
You'll let me please...
INT. GREYHOUND BUS TERMINAL - DAY
Joe's face is expectant, next in line at the ticket window.
He nods reassuringly toward Ratso.
INT. TOWNY'S BEDROOM-SITTING ROOM - NIGHT
Joe's face is puzzled then angry as Towny takes a Saint
Christopher medal from his sack and hands it to Joe. His eyes
are looking past Joe, his speech out of sync.
TOWNY
Please take it. You don't have to
be Catholic. Saint Christopher is
the patron saint of all travelers.
I want you to have it. For helping
me be good.
INT. GREYHOUND BUS TERMINAL - DAY
It's Joe's turn. The clerk looks at him expectantly.
INT. TOWNY'S BEDROOM-SITTING ROOM - NIGHT
Joe's voice is angry.
JOE
Listen, I gotta have money.
TOWNY
Oh. Yes. Of course. I should have
thought. You shouldn't have to ask.
That was thoughtless of me. Yes.
Wait here...
Towny hurries across the room to the bedside table. Beside
the telephone is a picture of a prosperous pioneer woman
wearing a hearing-aid.
Towny tries to conceal his movements as he takes a wallet
from the drawer, lifts out a bill and tucks the wallet back
and turns -- terrified to see Joe close behind him -- almost
knocking the lamp off the table in his fright. Pressed
against the table, protecting but calling attention to his
wallet, Towny holds out the bill.
TOWNY (CONT'D)
Here. Don't even thank me.
JOE
(takes the bill)
I gotta have more'n ten. I gotta
have fifty-seven dollars.
TOWNY
I simply don't have it, Joe.
JOE
Get outta my way.
TOWNY
You're wasting your time. There's
nothing in there.
Towny clutches the table, staring at Joe, shaking his head
like a bad little boy. Joe backhands him angrily. Trying to
duck the blow, Towny stumbles and slips to the floor, but
grabs the table in his arms, watching Joe out of the corner
of his eyes, whimpering. Joe grabs his hair, turning his face
up.
JOE
Let go. Let go of the table.
Joe slaps him, but Towny clings more fiercely to the table as
Joe tries to jerk it free. Joe strikes him with his fist.
TOWNY
I deserved that, I know I did.
But he clutches the table wildly. His mother's picture falls
unnoticed. Joe stands in panic, sickened, unable to fulfill
the role Towny has assigned him.
TOWNY (CONT'D)
I brought this on myself. I'm
bleeding, my nose is bleeding,
isn't it?
Towny's eyes shine, teeth clenched in a crazy smile, blood
trickling from his nose. Suddenly Joe jerks the lamp free of
its socket.
JOE
You wanna gimme fifty-seven dollars
or you wanna busted skull?
Towny simply stares at the lamp.
JOE (CONT'D)
Please let go of that table.
Joe threatens, swings the lamp down, but stops short of
hitting Towny. Towny shrieks -- eyes rolling back as he falls
limp -- loosing his grip on the table, leaning on the bed,
laughing and crying hysterically. Joe has to step over him to
reach the wallet in the drawer. He takes all the money --
probably twice what he needs -- desperate to get out of the
room.
INT. GREYHOUND BUS TERMINAL - DAY
Joe carries Ratso up the steps onto the bus.
INT. TOWNY'S BEDROOM-SITTING ROOM - NIGHT
Towny's shrill little whisper says...
TOWNY
Thank you, Joe.
... provoking Joe to glance back. Towny is reaching for the
telephone, his eyes on Joe with wild brightness, holding his
hand on the receiver. Joe knocks the phone from his hand,
hits Towny in the mouth, jerks the cord from the wall as
Towny falls -- gagging -- finally dislodging his dentures on
the carpet. Joe stands sick and confused, holding the useless
phone in two hands...
EXT. GREYHOUND BUS TERMINAL - DAY
The bus driver revs the powerful engine, shifting gears.
INT. TOWNY'S BEDROOM-SITTING ROOM - NIGHT
... Joe is about to hang the dead receiver on its hook when
on sudden impulse -- he shoves the small end of the receiver
into the toothless mouth of the man on the floor.
EXT. LINCOLN TUNNEL - DAY
The bus roars into the tunnel.
Scene 26 - On the Road to Florida
- Overall: 8.0
- Concept: 7
- Plot: 8
- Characters: 8
- Dialogue: 7
Joe and Ratso sit near the rear of the bus. Ratso's teeth
chatter, wrapped in the blanket.
RATSO
Thirty-one hours.
They ride a few moments in silence.
RATSO (CONT'D)
The trip is. Nine-thirty in the
morning we get there. Not this
morning but the next one at nine
thirty.
Both nod for a moment in silence.
JOE
These guys're good drivers.
RATSO
They gotta be.
JOE
Yeah.
EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY
The bus tires sing as it speeds South.
INT. GREYHOUND BUS - DAY
Joe and Ratso have reversed places, putting Ratso by the
window. Joe watches a middle-aged couple try on their new
straw hats, unaware that Joe is watching them.
RATSO
You get your first palm tree in
South Carolina.
JOE
How'n hell a dumb Bronx kid like
you know that?
RATSO
I read it.
JOE
Shee-it. You believe all you read?
EXT. BRIDGE - NIGHT
The metal grating rings as the bus soars onto it.
INT. GREYHOUND BUS - NIGHT
Two aging young ladies in brand-new resort wear are casually
examining Joe, along with the other men on the bus, but Joe
is frowning at Ratso, who shivers despite the bright sun.
JOE
If you have to shiver, why don't
you pull the blanket up more?
RATSO
I been thinking. I hope we're not
gonna have a lotta trouble about my
name down there. Because like
what's the whole point of this trip
anyway?
JOE
Keep the goddam blanket on.
RATSO
I mean New York's one thing, but
can you see this guy, imagine it,
running around the goddam beach all
suntan and he's going in swimming,
like, and then somebody yells 'Hey,
Ratso' -- how does that sound to
you?
JOE
Sounds like they knew you.
RATSO
Sounds like crap, admit it. And I'm
not gonna have it. I'm Rico all the
time, okay, do you blame me? That's
agreed, okay? We're gonna tell all
these new people my name's Rico?
Joe nods. Ratso closes his eyes, momentarily at peace.
EXT. HIGHWAY - DAWN
The bus passes a Florida hotel sign too swiftly to read it.
INT. GREYHOUND BUS - DAWN
Joe frowns in his sleep, awakens, lifts his Stetson to see
Ratso wide awake, in misery, wiping tears from his eyes.
JOE
Hey -- whatsa matter?
RATSO
(barely audible)
I'm wet.
JOE
You're what?
RATSO
I wet my pants! My seat's all wet.
JOE
Hell, don't cry about it!
RATSO
Here I am going to Florida and my
leg hurts, my butt hurts, my chest
hurts, my face hurts, and like that
ain't enough, I gotta pee all over
myself.
Joe laughs suddenly, uncontrollably.
RATSO (CONT'D)
I'm falling apart, that's funny?
JOE
(nods, laughing)
You just -- just -- what happened,
you just had a little rest stop
wasn't on the schedule.
Ratso begins to laugh with Joe as if it were the funniest
thing they'd ever heard. Then Ratso's face pales as he starts
to choke and cough. Joe pats him on the back.
JOE (CONT'D)
Hey, what size pants you wear?
EXT. SMALL TOWN STREET - DAY
The bus is parked in the distance. Joe comes from a clothing
store, bare-headed, wearing plain slacks and sport-shirt. He
carries the boots, Stetson and cowboy suit in one hand, a
bundle under his arm. He dumps his cowboy regalia in the
trash bin of a sandwich stand and calls to the WAITRESS.
JOE
Couple crullers'n coffee to go.
The Waitress draws coffee, wraps crullers.
WAITRESS
Where you from?
JOE
New York.
Joe pays. She smiles, gives him change. Joe smiles, starts on
toward the bus, hardly aware that he has accomplished
something rare and remarkable for Joe -- a simple human
contact without fear or threat, a pleasant everyday
happening.
INT. GREYHOUND BUS - DAY
Joe and Ratso have moved to the seat farthest back, wider
than the others. Joe blocks the view of the other passengers
as he helps Ratso into a new pair of corduroy pants and a
Florida shirt. In the middle of the operation, Ratso dozes
off. Joe shakes his head, scowling, annoyed, but continues,
lifting Ratso enough to slide the pants around his waist.
Ratso awakens as Joe zips the fly.
RATSO
Hey, what the hell you doing?
JOE
I'm zipping your fly, what the hell
you think I'm doing?
They both smile. It isn't funny enough to laugh at. Joe
arranges the blanket, takes out a package of cigarettes,
glances at Ratso and puts it away.
EXT. TRAVELING SHOT WITH BUS - DAY
Palm trees are streaking past the window. The sun is glaring
hot. A group of kids in bare feet and straw hats wave to the
bus as it passes.
Scene 27 - The Death of Ratso
- Overall: 9.0
- Concept: 8
- Plot: 9
- Characters: 8
- Dialogue: 7
Ratso's eyes squint in a dazed half-sleep. Joe leans across
to pull down the shade. He hesitates a moment, watching...
... past his reflection, a group of young men on their way to
work, carrying lunch pails, dressed exactly as Joe is now
dressed...
... then Joe lowers the blind and seats himself. Ratso nods
slightly, his voice practically inaudible.
RATSO
Thanks, Joe.
JOE
Shee-it, you know, I got this thing
all figured out, Ratso. I mean
Rico. When we get to Miami, what
I'll do, I'll go to work. I gotta
do that, 'cause see, I ain't no
kind of a hustler. I ain't even any
goddam good as a bum. I'm a
nothing, that's what I am. So
reckon I'd better go to work and
get me a goddam job. Okay?
Joe glances at Ratso, but there is no response.
Surreptitiously, Joe takes out a cigarette, turns his face
away from Ratso and lights it, hiding it cupped in his hand
as he smokes.
JOE (CONT'D)
Yeah, guess that's what I'm gonna
do.
They ride for a moment in semi-darkness, Joe smoking, looking
at the other people on the bus, brighter without the shades
down. Joe turns, checking the blanket around Ratso, noticing
that Ratso is sitting in a peculiarly stiff, awkward
position. Joe leans over to straighten Ratso's head, blocking
our view for a moment. Then Joe leans back, frowning,
thoughtful. We still do not see Ratso's face. Joe rises
slowly, starting forward in the bus...
... passing an older couple, a schoolgirl, two ladies with
straw hats, a young man trying to read, pausing when he
reaches...
... the DRIVER, staring out at the Sunshine Parkway with the
Driver, leaning over so he won't have to speak too loudly.
DRIVER
Yes, sir?
JOE,
My friend's dead in the back seat.
DRIVER
Your friend's what in the back
seat?
JOE
Dead. Dead as a doornail.
DRIVER
Is this some kind of...
He glances at Joe, then pulls off the road and stands up.
DRIVER (CONT'D)
Okay, folks, everything's fine.
Nothing to worry about.
The passengers crane their necks as Joe follows the Driver to
the rear of the bus. The passengers at the rear are staring
ahead, trying not to see what is going on. The Driver touches
Ratso, straightens, touches his hat, but doesn't remove it.
DRIVER (CONT'D)
Is he kin to you?
Joe nods no.
DRIVER (CONT'D)
Don't you want to close his eyes?
JOE
Close them?
DRIVER
Just reach over and close them.
That's all.
Joe closes Ratso's eyes.
DRIVER (CONT'D)
I guess we'll just drive on, right?
Nothing else to do.
JOE
No, sir. Not till Miami. I'll see
to burying then.
The Driver moves to the front and turns to the passengers.
DRIVER
Just a little sickness, folks,
nothing serious. We'll be in
Miami...
(looks at watch)
... in forty minutes.
INT. GREYHOUND BUS - DAY
Joe sits stiffly, very frightened, as the bus starts on. Then
he glances at Ratso, frowning, reaches out an arm and puts it
around Ratso, settling back, staring straight ahead.
THE END
Characters in the screenplay, and their arcs:
| Character | Arc | Critique | Suggestions |
|---|---|---|---|
| Joe Buck | Joe starts the movie as a confident and proud cowboy leaving his old life behind to start anew in New York. However, he quickly realizes how difficult it is to survive as a male prostitute and begins to question his life choices. Throughout the movie, Joe faces emotional conflicts with his past and his present life choices. He starts to form a close and unlikely friendship with the con artist, Ratso, who helps him through some tough times. Despite the struggles, Joe remains determined to succeed in the city and starts to gain more confidence as a hustler. By the end of the movie, Joe has come to terms with his past and present, and decides to return home to Texas to start fresh with a new perspective on life. | The character arc for Joe Buck is well-written and captures the essence of his internal conflicts throughout the movie. However, it would be beneficial to have more scenes that explore his emotions and inner struggles in depth. There are moments where the character feels one-dimensional and could use more development. | To improve the character arc, it would be helpful to have more scenes that delve into Joe's emotional and mental state. This could include flashbacks or dream sequences that help us better understand his traumas and what motivates him to become a male prostitute. Additionally, having more of a focus on his relationships with other characters, such as his girlfriend Cass or his friend Ratso, would give more depth to his character arc. |
| Cass Trehune | |||
| Ratso | Ratso's arc in the screenplay begins as a selfish and manipulative con artist who sees Joe as a potential partner in crime. As he becomes closer to Joe, he begins to care for him and becomes co-dependent on their relationship. However, as his health deteriorates, he becomes increasingly desperate to leave New York and go to Florida. He becomes jealous of Joe's potential future without him and fears being left behind. In the end, Ratso dies on the bus, leaving Joe alone and mourning the loss of his friend. | While Ratso's character arc is well-formed, there could be more exploration of his backstory and why he became a con artist in the first place. Additionally, his relationship with Joe could be further developed to show the full range of their co-dependent relationship. | To improve Ratso's character arc, it could be helpful to include flashback scenes that show his past experiences and what led him to become a con artist. The relationship between Ratso and Joe could also be explored through dialogue and action, showing the full range of their co-dependency and how they rely on each other for survival. Additionally, including more scenes that show Ratso's softer side could make his character more complex and sympathetic to the audience. |
| Joe | Joe starts out as a down-on-his-luck male prostitute struggling to make ends meet in New York City, but is also fiercely independent and distrustful of others. As he encounters various characters and situations, he becomes more reflective, curious, and adventurous, and begins to see the potential for a better life. He becomes loyal to Ratso and wants to take him to the party, and is intrigued by Shirley's advances. At the party, he enjoys being the center of attention but also becomes conflicted about his past trauma and his relationship with Ratso. Later, he is desperate to leave Ratso behind and upgrade his life. Despite losing interest in what Towny is saying, he is emotionally attached and willing to do whatever it takes to get money for his friend. In the end, he is struggling to make a life for himself without Ratso by his side. | The character arc is well-developed, but could benefit from more consistency. Joe's character is complex, but some of his actions and motivations are not always clear or consistent throughout the movie. Additionally, some of the transitions between his different states are abrupt and could be smoother. | To improve the character arc, it might be helpful to clarify some of Joe's motivations and emotions throughout the movie. Consistency in his behavior and actions can also help make the transitions between his different states smoother. One way to do this might be to have more scenes of Joe alone, reflecting on his thoughts and emotions. This can also help deepen his emotional complexity and make him even more relatable to the audience. |
Top Correlations and patterns found in the scenes:
| Pattern | Explanation |
|---|---|
| Humor and Emotional Impact | There seems to be a strong correlation between the Humorous scores and Emotional Impact scores in this screenplay. This shows that the author has a good understanding of how to use humor to create emotional resonance with readers. |
| Tension and Conflict | Several instances where there is a high Conflict score, the Tension score is also high. This indicates that the author is effective in creating tension and suspense in their story by increasing the conflict between characters. |
| Melancholy and Character Changes | The Melancholic scores have a strong correlation with the Character Changes scores. This suggests that the author is effectively using sadness and introspection to drive character development in their screenplay. |
| Lightheartedness and Plot | The Lighthearted score has a moderate correlation with the Plot score. This implies that the author can successfully weave comedic elements into their plot without sacrificing its overall structure and coherence. |
| Passion and Dialogue | The Passion score is strongly correlated with the Dialogue score. This suggests that the author is adept at using passionate and emotive language in their dialogue to evoke an emotional response from their readers. |
| Somber Tone and High Stakes | In several instances where the tone is Somber, the High Stakes score is also high. This indicates that the author is successful in using a somber tone to heighten the sense of danger and urgency in their story. |
| Humor and Conflict | Several instances where there is a high Conflict score, the Humor score is also high. This suggests that the author can effectively use humor to create tension and conflict between characters. |
| Intensity and Emotional Impact | Instances where the Intensity score is high, the Emotional Impact score is also high. This shows that the author is skilled at using high-intensity scenes to maximize emotional resonance with readers. |
Stories Similar to this one
| Story | Explanation |
|---|---|
| Midnight Cowboy | The screenplay for this movie follows the story of Joe Buck, a homeless man with social and psychological issues, as he travels to New York City and tries to make a living as a hustler. The themes of isolation, loneliness, and desperation are prevalent in both. |
| Taxi Driver | The film and screenplay share similar themes of urban desperation and isolation. Both protagonists are psychologically fragile, struggling to survive and connect with others in a cold and indifferent society. |
| Leaving Las Vegas | Both film and screenplay provide a bleaker look at life. Both characters are trying to escape their inner demons in an unforgiving environment. They resort to self-destruction and engage in self-destructive behavior until the bitter end. |
| Requiem for a Dream | Both stories examine addiction and the dysfunction that results. The protagonists try to bury their fears and anxieties beneath secondary compulsions that only serve to exacerbate their problems. |
| The Wrestler | Both films are characterized by a sense of despair. Both stories contain a character whose skills were once valuable but are now rendered obsolete. As their financial situation becomes increasingly precarious, they can only hope for one last shot at redemption. |
Here are different Tropes found in the screenplay
| Trope | Trope Details | Trope Explanation |
|---|---|---|
| Masculinity Crisis | The TV moderator discusses the masculinity crisis and the increasing sexual demands on American men. | This trope refers to the crisis or decline in traditional male roles and characteristics in society. An example of this trope can be seen in the TV series 'Mad Men' where the male characters struggle with their identity and role in a changing society. |
| Fish Out of Water | Joe Buck travels from Texas to NYC and struggles to adapt to life in the big city. | This trope refers to a character who is out of their element, often in an unfamiliar environment, and struggles to adapt. An example of this trope can be seen in the movie 'Crocodile Dundee' where a man from the Australian outback travels to New York City and has trouble adjusting to the city's customs and culture. |
| Friendship and Betrayal | Ratso's greed puts Joe's opportunity at risk, they argue and Ratso's health declines as Joe spends time with another man named Towny. | This trope refers to the relationships between friends that are tested by betrayal or conflict. An example of this trope can be seen in the TV series 'Breaking Bad' where the friendship between Walter White and Jesse Pinkman is tested by their involvement in the drug trade and their differing moral values. |
| Death of a Companion | Ratso dies during Joe's journey to Miami and Joe is left to mourn and continue the journey alone. | This trope refers to the death of a companion that leaves the protagonist to grieve and continue their journey alone. An example of this trope can be seen in the movie 'Cast Away' where the main character's companion, Wilson, is lost at sea and he is left alone on a deserted island. |
| Love Triangle | Joe engages in a passionate love scene with Shirley while Ratso tries to get extra money. | This trope refers to a situation where three characters are involved in a romantic relationship, often causing conflict or tension. An example of this trope can be seen in the TV series 'Grey's Anatomy' where the characters Meredith, Derek, and Addison are involved in a love triangle that causes tension and drama within the show. |
| Rags to Riches | Joe goes from working as a dishwasher in Texas to being recruited by O'Daniel for a job in NYC. | This trope refers to a character who goes from a state of poverty or obscurity to a state of wealth or success. An example of this trope can be seen in the movie 'Slumdog Millionaire' where the main character goes from living in extreme poverty in the slums of Mumbai to winning a large sum of money on a game show. |
| Mental Breakdown | Joe has traumatic nightmares and struggles to cope with his past as a sex worker and the harsh realities of life on the streets. | This trope refers to a character who experiences a mental or emotional breakdown due to stress or trauma. An example of this trope can be seen in the TV series 'Breaking Bad' where the main character, Walter White, experiences a mental breakdown due to the stress and danger of his involvement in the drug trade. |
| Drug Abuse | Joe experiments with drugs at a party. | This trope refers to the use or abuse of drugs by a character, often leading to negative consequences or addiction. An example of this trope can be seen in the TV series 'Narcos' which explores the drug trade and its effect on society and individuals. |
| Theme | Theme Details | Themee Explanation |
|---|---|---|
| Masculinity and Sexual Demands | The TV moderator discusses the masculinity crisis and the increasing sexual demands on American men and women share their opinions. Joe Buck, surrounded by pinup girls, moves to NYC and struggles to find work and a place to stay, resorting to washing his feet in a public bathroom. He also spends his last night with Cass, which ends in a heated conversation when he jokes about asking her for money. Joe later becomes a sex worker and has a traumatic nightmare about his past. | The theme of masculinity and sexual demands is explored throughout the screenplay, showcasing the struggle of men and their pursuit of sexual desires, leading to Joe's descent into a life of prostitution which highlights the societal pressures on men and their struggles to conform to masculine norms. |
| Poverty and Desperation | Joe Buck is a dishwasher in Texas who dreams of moving to NYC. However, he struggles to find work, accommodation, and meet his needs and befriends a con artist, Ratso. Together, they scam rich women at a hotel, sell blood, and attend a funeral before receiving an invitation to a party where Joe experiments with drugs. They later move to Miami, where Ratso dies during the journey leaving Joe alone. | The theme of poverty and desperation is showcased throughout the screenplay, highlighting the struggles of Joe and Ratso as they try to survive in a world that continually shuts them down and demeans them due to their social status. It reveals the harsh reality of living in poverty, facing desperation, and the lengths individuals will go to survive in America. |
| Friendship and Loneliness | Joe and Ratso become close friends and depend on each other for survival. However, their friendship is challenged when Ratso suggests living together in a condemned building with no utilities, which Joe angrily rejects. They later face tensions as they argue while scamming rich women at a hotel. Ratso's health declines while Joe spends time with a man named Towny. Ratso dies during the journey, leaving Joe alone. | The theme of friendship and loneliness is shown throughout the screenplay, exploring Joe and Ratso's evolving relationship and how their dependence on each other shapes their journey in America. It reveals the importance of human connections and the impact of losing them, leading to loneliness and isolation. |
Screenwriting Resources on Themes
Articles
| Site | Description |
|---|---|
| Studio Binder | Movie Themes: Examples of Common Themes for Screenwriters |
| Coverfly | Improving your Screenplay's theme |
| John August | Writing from Theme |
YouTube Videos
| Title | Description |
|---|---|
| Story, Plot, Genre, Theme - Screenwriting Basics | Screenwriting basics - beginner video |
| What is theme | Discussion on ways to layer theme into a screenplay. |
| Thematic Mistakes You're Making in Your Script | Common Theme mistakes and Philosophical Conflicts |
Engine: Gemini
Screenplay Rating:
Consider
Executive Summary
Midnight Cowboy is a powerful and evocative screenplay that offers a gritty and realistic portrayal of marginalized individuals in New York City. The character development is exceptional, and the use of symbolism and imagery is effective. However, the pacing can be uneven, and some elements of the story could benefit from further development.
Strengths
- Vivid and realistic portrayal of the underbelly of New York City and the desperation of marginalized individuals. high
- Complex and nuanced character development, particularly for Joe Buck and Ratso Rizzo, whose vulnerabilities and desires are explored with depth and empathy. high
- Effective use of symbolism and imagery to convey themes of loneliness, alienation, and the search for connection. high
- Unique blend of dark humor and pathos creates a memorable and thought-provoking experience. medium
- Effective use of flashbacks and dream sequences to reveal Joe Buck's traumatic past and inner turmoil. medium ( Scene 10 Scene 11 Scene 22 )
Areas of Improvement
- The pacing can be uneven, with some scenes feeling slow and others feeling rushed. medium
- The portrayal of the MacAlbertson party and the "bury love" theme feels somewhat underdeveloped and could benefit from more clarity. medium ( Scene 20 Scene 21 )
- Towny's character and motivations could be explored in greater depth to enhance the impact of his scenes with Joe. low ( Scene 24 Scene 25 )
- The ending, while poignant, could be strengthened by providing a clearer sense of resolution or closure. low
MissingElements
- Exploration of the social and economic factors that contribute to the characters' situations could provide additional context and depth. low
NotablePoints
- The screenplay's unflinching portrayal of homosexuality and sexual exploitation was groundbreaking for its time and remains relevant today. high
- The use of music, particularly Joe's recurring love theme, effectively enhances the emotional impact of the story. medium
Engine: Claude
Screenplay Rating:
Consider
Executive Summary
Midnight Cowboy is a gritty and poignant character study that follows the journeys of Joe Buck, a naive Texan who arrives in New York City hoping to become a successful hustler, and his unlikely friendship with the sickly and cynical Ratso Rizzo. The screenplay effectively explores themes of loneliness, desperation, and the search for purpose and identity, while also providing engaging dialogue and compelling character relationships. While some narrative elements may be challenging for some viewers, the overall strength of the storytelling and the depth of the central characters make this screenplay a strong candidate for consideration.
Strengths
- The opening sequence effectively establishes the theme of the story and introduces the main character, Joe Buck, in an engaging and visually compelling way. high ( Scene 1 (INT. TV STUDIO - DAY) Scene 2 (INT. HOTEL ROOM - DAY) )
- The use of flashbacks to Joe's past provides valuable context and insight into his character's development, motivations, and relationships. medium ( Scene 6 (INT. REMEMBERED BEAUTY PARLOR - ANOTHER TIME) Scene 8 (INT. REMEMBERED BEDROOM - ANOTHER TIME) )
- The interactions between Joe and Ratso/Rico are well-written, with strong dialogue and a compelling relationship dynamic that drives the story forward. high ( Scene 10 (INT. WEST SIDE HOTEL ROOM - DUSK) Scene 14 (INT. X FLAT - NIGHT) )
Areas of Improvement
- The dreamlike and surreal nature of this sequence may be difficult to follow for some viewers, and the pacing could be tightened to maintain stronger engagement. medium ( Scene 12 (INT. ALL NIGHT MOVIE - NIGHT) )
- The shift between reality and fantasy could be better integrated, as the transitions may feel abrupt at times and disrupt the overall flow of the narrative. medium ( Scene 17 (EXT. EXCLUSIVE DRESS SHOP - NIGHT) Scene 18 (EXT. FLORIDA BEACH FRONT - FANTASY) )
MissingElements
- Some key plot points or character motivations may be unclear or underdeveloped, such as the significance of the Walter P. Box headline and Joe's attempt to contact Shirley. medium ( Scene 23 (INT. PHONE BOOTH - DAY) )
NotablePoints
- The screenplay effectively explores themes of loneliness, desperation, and the search for purpose and identity, which are conveyed through the characters' experiences and interactions. high ( Scene 19 (INT. JEWISH CEMETERY - DAY) Scene 20 (INT. MACALBERTSONS' LOFT - NIGHT) )
- The poignant final sequence, with Joe's realization about Ratso's death, is a powerful and emotionally resonant conclusion to the story. high ( Scene 26 (INT. GREYHOUND BUS - DAY) )
Memorable lines in the script:
| Scene Number | Line |
|---|---|
| 5 | Joe: Say it, lover boy! Then they bring some more dishes and I wash them and then I, uh, sleep some and then wash some more dishes and then I... Die. |
| 16 | Ratso: The two basic items necessary to sustain life are sunshine and coconut milk. That's a known fact. |
| 10 | O'Daniel: I warn you I'm gonna use you, I'm gonna run you ragged! |
| 14 | Anastasia: Say you love me. Just say it. |
| 21 | Shirley: Your name's Joe. Which is fabulous. Joe could be anyone. Kiss me, Joe, move over, Joe, go away, Joe. It's just perfect. |