Prologue - An rainy street
A cyclist peddles a tricycle through the rainy streets. Hadley sits in the sidecar holding a sheet of cardboard over his head to keep the rain off.
HADLEY: I said I’m off that shit now, as far as I’m concerned they were never there anyway. When we get there I’m gonna have a shower, listen to a Ween record and drink some scotch until I fall asleep for a lot of hours.
CYCLIST: We might need to bribe the cops up ahead.
HADLEY: Right. Listen, man, they can’t try you for crimes that you’ve already committed, can they?
CYCLIST: I think they probably can.
HADLEY: No, not in the recent past. Like if you commit a crime and you get away with it, and they don’t catch you then. If they catch you later on, they can’t judge you for that same crime, right?
CYCLIST: Isn’t that how most criminals get caught? After the crime?
HADLEY: Right, but not really a crime as such, more just a little peccadillo. Just a little misunderstanding. They wouldn’t want to cause upset over a little tiny thing, would they? No, they won’t mind.
CYCLIST: I have no idea what you’re talking about. The police check point’s coming up. They’re going to want money. I’d get some money together.
HADLEY: Yes. Right.
CYCLIST: What the fuck are they?
HADLEY: What?
CYCLIST: Those fucking things in your bag!
HADLEY: Well what do they look like?
CYCLIST: That’s a pair of ears.
HADLEY: Not human ears.
CYCLIST: They fucking look like human ears. Look, I don’t want to know. Just don’t try and bribe the guard with them.
They stop a a roadblock. A policeman in a clear plastic raincoat with a torch waves them to one side of the road.
POLICEMAN: Passes?
CYCLIST: Passes for what?
POLICEMAN: Border crossing passes.
The cyclist gives the policeman some money. The policeman turns his torch on Hadley.
POLICEMAN: What about you?
HADLEY: I don’t have a pass.
POLICEMAN: Well let’s see what you do have.
The policeman takes Hadley’s bag, unzips it and pulls out
POLICEMAN: What the fuck is this?
HADLEY: It’s a script.
POLICEMAN: I said what the fuck is this?
HADLEY: It’s a playscript.
POLICEMAN: Well what am I supposed to do with this?
The policeman throws the script on to the wet road in the rain. Hadley crawls out on to the road to pick it up.
POLICEMAN: This is all you’ve got?
HADLEY: Yes.
POLICEMAN: Eight and a half pesos?
HADLEY: Yes.
POLICEMAN: Jesus!
The policeman throws Hadley’s bag in his face and waves them on.
1 - An bus stop
