Home - Indiana University Press. Receive email notifications on new books and special sales. Save 3. 0% on your next online order when you sign up. Raising Arizona Script at IMSDb. International. French scripts. RAISING ARIZONA RAISING ARIZONA. Screenplay by. Ethan Coen. Joel Coen. My name is H. A pretty young woman in a severe. Just a. little desert flower. I'm not complainin', mind. Now prison life is very. ELEVEN NIGHT. A beat- up Chevy pulls into the all- night store's empty parking. You tell him I said so - . H. I. And if he wants to. I'm proud to say I got a. In the foreground, lying on. MOSES. Moses is a gnarled, elderly black con. On the lower bunk, also with. Hi. An' when they was no fowl we. An' when they was no. San'. He tries the. Twelve. hardened criminals escaped. Well one. day I decided to make my own. The joint is a. lonely place after lock- up and fights. That's one. bonehead name. But that ain't me. Ed looks up from her camera. A congregation is seated. Hawaiian shirts. MACHINE SHOP. Hi is working the drill press, wearing goggles and sweat- . Anyway, we're approachin'.
Behind the barred window a. TRAILER. Hi sits in a lawn chair in front of the trailer. Ed sits on. his lap, his arms around her. Both are wearing sunglasses. The scene is suffused with a. It was. all she thought about. Food in the USA 1900-1910 During the early decades of the 20th century, Americans foods reflected the great diversity of people living in our country. Prepography, Art & Study of Self Reliance, Art and Study of Self-Reliance. Hi and Ed continue to stare at the point where. From. That was beautiful. TRAILER. Hi is wearily entering after a long day at work, clutching. TRAILER TWILIGHT. Ed sits in a lawn chair knitting a booty. Hi stands in Bermuda. Hawaiian shirt, hosing down the. Hi wears a sport coat over his Hawaiian shirt. Ed is. in her dress blues. SQUAD CAR. On Ed as she stares vacantly out the passenger window. He looks from Ed out to the road. Ed sits on the edge of the. Her police uniform is on but. Her hands lie palm- up in her lap, like two. Soon after. she tendered her badge. Hi notices her. reaction and also sloughs off his stupor to watch. Behind him news footage. Eyes still locked on the set, Ed reaches. Hi. Eyes still locked on the set, Hi takes. They look from the paper to each other. TRAILER TWILIGHT. We are floating in toward Ed who is seated, waiting, in the. Hi's Chevy. Hi enters frame and cinches. Pieces of. red flag flutter at either end of the ladder where it sticks. A building. chord snaps off in a shock cut to. SUBURBAN LIVING ROOM EVENING. Tableau of a couple at home. Nathan Arizona is on the. Florence sits. reading Dr. Spock's Baby and Child Care. You can't sell leaf tables. Chairs, you got a. No chairs, you got dick! Nathan. is oblivious. The baby stops crying and Florence's attention returns. I'm. sick of your excuses, Miles! I'm gonna be. down to the store in exactly twelve. Florence looks up at the ceiling. The crib is. unpainted with the name of each baby burned Bonanza- style. Harry, Barry, Larry, Garry, and Nathan. Jr. Instead of quieting as he is lowered into the crib, the. Hi hurriedly. lifts him back out. There is one adult- sized easy. He. sits the baby deep in - the chair and then returns to the. He reaches for the third baby in. Sweat stands out on Hi 's brow. He is desperately. PTHUMP! After a moment, another baby starts crying. Hi is skittering across. Behind him Hi, on his stomach, is reaching in to. After a beat. we hear a muffled plop! A beat later, the. Behind him, in the background. By. the time he reaches it the low- angle cropping shows us only. As Hi reaches the baby we hear footsteps. Halfway there she freezes, staring, in shock. He is shrugging and. Hissing. What's the matter?! Come on honey, we. Ed is rolling up the window and locking the door. I need a baby, Hi. She is facing the hallway door; her back is to the. The baby, peeping out over her shoulder, is. Muttering. Christian Dior my butt.. Florence and Nathan. Nathan clears his throat. As she catches sight of. I think I got. the best one. All. babies are beautiful! This one's awful damn good. I think it's Nathan. Jr. There's what's right and. She's got. four little babies almost as good as. It's like when I was robbin'. Ed suddenly bursts out crying. The room is hung with streamers. Just. feast your eyes about, old boy! The. baby looks goggle- eyed at each one. That - . there's the kitchen area where Ma. Pa chow down. Over there's the. TV, two hours a day maximum, either. This - here's the divan. Yessir, many's the day. Impatient with the nonsense. He's tired, Hi. Hi. Ed sits in a facing chair. Ed smiles at Nathan Jr. They seem to be waiting. We got a family. here! He's a. little outlaw! You can tell by. that twinkle in his eye! It's an awful. big responsibility. He. puts his arm around Ed and smiles at the offscreen camera. It is Gale, the con. He bellows as lightning and thunder. The end of the 1. It comes with much. He gropes intently and then, apparently having. Clasped in his. hand is - a human foot. GAS STATION MENS ROOM. At the cut the ear- splitting thunder drops out to quiet. We. hear only the muffled patter of rain and the hum of a bare. The men seem absorbed in. GAS STATION. The two men are trotting out to a Mercury that sits untended. Gale is already starting to peel out as. Evelle gets in. Hi sits asleep on the sofa at the far end of. As we track in toward Hi. Someone is pounding. She hisses. Hi! She listens hard at the. Hi's footsteps cross the living room, the click of the door. Want you. to meet a couple friends of mine! All three men - Hi, Gale. Evelle - are beaming at her. Hi clears his. throat. Reading. . I was just explainin' to. You mean you busted out of jail!! After a beat. .. Ma'am? I appreciate. your bein' friends of Hi and all. Now you boys can. Still looking at his thumb. Gotcha on a awful short leash, don't. H. I.? Ed lies in bed facing the. Hi sits gingerly on. It's raining out honey, they. We hear the two men laugh. Ya know, in Arab lands they'd. Promise just a day or two. It is later. filtering softly in from the other room is the end of the. The faint National Anthem ends: we hear the. WEEEEEEEE of a test pattern. At the cut: WHOOOOOSH! Its driver is a huge leather- clad hellion. Bolts of. lightning crackle across it as thunder roars. He is reaching for the two. The tracking camera pulls back further to reveal a. The Biker slues the other gun around. In the foreground. He twirls the shotguns in either hand and. We follow the line of one of the. We are approaching. Only now we are no longer in the desert. We are looking down a twilight street at the end of which is. Arizona house. Faintly, behind the singing, there. The high- pitched. The drone is growing louder - we. The scream all but buries the. The singing that the. He looks down toward the. Ed walks back and forth, gently bouncing. She is singing it a lullaby. He was just havin' a. Orange light filters in. We can almost hear the roar of its burning. They'll be back here when. Arizona, which tot was abducted? Would you care. to comment? If his. mama reads that she's just gonna. Byrum here can take your exemplars. BYRUM has taken Nathan's right hand and is rolling its. I didn't steal the. All I know is I. wake up this morning with my wife. We just need to distinguish your. He was wear- . I'm asking the questions here. Wuddya think, he. I. ain't runnin' a damn daisy farm! Without my say- . They had. Yodas'n shit on 'em! That's yer whole. He's out. there somewhere! Somethin' leads to. And anyone can find him knows. We hear only the squish - . The bike's. jackbooted rider casually tools around the hole once; police. The burning stub of a cheroot is dropped into frame. The Biker's motorcycle. The. policemen's attitude to him seems to be deferential. One cop. in front of him is pointing a direction. The Biker is shaking. He is staring across the field, stock- still. He squints. concentrating. Gradually his face sets in. After a beat. .. Awful good cereal flakes, Miz. Mc. Dunnough. She does not respond to the ice- breaker. There is a bead of. You 'pear. to be capable. That's why we wound. He looks at. Ed, who is motioning to gale and Evelle with her eyes. Say boys, you wouldn't. What Ed means to say is. I mean for your. own protection. The bathroom is quiet except. It grows louder, then begins to recede as the. THE STATION. We are on the road outside the gas station as the motorcycle. The low wide shot. BIKER at his shins. In the background behind him. BATHROOM. We hear the rumble of the bike approaching, very loud. The shafts of light. Glen is a short stocky blond man in his early. Bermuda shorts. DOT is wearing slacks. She tiptoes into the trailer, hand to her mouth. One is beating on it with a large. Till we think of a better. Biblical names. If I had another. I'd name him Jason or. Caleb or- Oh! Did he fly straight. He strikes the walls. He raises his. voice to make himself heard over the din of all the children. Need a beer, Glen? How many. Pollacks it take to screw up a. I guess. it's what they call a Way Homer. Mc. Dunnough wet. Daddy! How'd you get. Me'n Dottie. went in to adopt on account of. I said. healthy white baby! Okay. what else you got? Said, two Koreans. Negro born with the heart. Already. knows his ABCs. But I'm sayin', how'd. Ed has a. friend at one of the agencies. See there's something wrong. Just like that. name. Course I. don't really need another kid, but. Dottie says these- here are gettin'. Say, that reminds. PICNIC GROUNDS. Dot faces Hi and Ed across a picnic table covered with grilled. The two women don't seem to notice. You. gotta get him dip- tet boosters yearly. Then there's the smallpox. Who's your. pediatrician, anyway? You. just gotta have one this instant! We gotta do. that honey. You soak his thumb. Dot is looking offscreen. Reilly, take that diaper off your. Anyway, you probably got. Ed here's got. her hands full with that little angel! Where. would you be then? His body is ghostly pale except for a V- area. Shit man. what's the matter? I mean are you, uh. Glen? Like, like there's. I do know the feelin'. As. he chuckles sympathetically. No man, I know what you mean. You. got all kinds a responsibilities. You're married, ya got a kid. That's the disease, but there. I mean say I asked. Dot? Now it might not look like it. She's. a hellcat. Hi stops also, looking at Glen, Still. Glen lays a companionable hand on his shoulder. His tone is confidential. And I. could say the same about Ed! What the hell're you.
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