Lost Highway

PETE: I'm, okay... You okay?

"V": Sure, I'm okay.

"V": Pete... You okay?

PETE: Yeah.

"V": You okay, man?

PETE: What?

"V": You okay?... What's wrong?

"V": What's happenin'?

PETE: They're comin' with us.

"V": Pile in.

"V": You want somethin'?

PETE: No, I'm okay.

PETE: This rod is a fuckin', embarrassment, Carl. Whatiya burn in this thing, "V"?

"V": Texaco... What's wrong with that?

PETE: Listen.

"V": You gotta be kiddin'... This is the boulevard... You can't hear yourself think.

"V": Just goin' up'ta "Tops"... Maybe the "Ten Pin".

PETE: Sheila'll be at "Tops".

"V": Sure, what's wrong with that?

PETE: Okay.

"V": You're not contagious are you?

PETE: I don't think so.

"V": Good... You up for a drive?

PETE: Where to? Hey, Lanie, I heard you were out of it for a while, too.

AL: Why not?

FRED: I forgot. Anyway, I hate the idea of acting paranoid.

AL: Why not?

FRED: It kept going off for some reason. False alarms.

FRED: I like to remember things my own way.

AL: What do you mean by that?

FRED: How I remember them. Not necessarily the way they happened.

AL: You're a musician?

FRED: Yes, I thought my wife...

AL: Do you always sleep here?... In this room?... Both of you?

FRED: This is our bedroom.

AL: We'll see that the patrol of the house is doubled.

RENEE: I don't know if I want to stay here. I don't feel safe.

RENEE: No.

AL: Maid? Relative?

RENEE: No, one of us is always here to let the maid in. Nobody else has a key.

AL: Do you own a video camera?

RENEE: No. Fred hates them.

AL: Very strange.

RENEE: What is?

AL: The angle. The high angle shot on the tape.

AL: We've got Pete Dayton's prints all over this place.

ED: You know what I think?

AL: What's that, Ed?

ED: There's no such thing as a bad coincidence.

AL: What a fuckin' job.

ED: His or ours?

AL: Ours, Ed.

ED: You recognize that guy?

AL: Yeah... Laurent.

AL: Now we'll see what this son of a bitch is up to.

ED: Yeah.

AL: Has anyone made any threats to either of you recently?

ED: Or not so recently?

AL: You don't remember being awakened? It looks like you were aware of someone.

ED: Or something.

AL: We'll keep a watch on the house.

ED: As best we can.

AL: If anything else happens, you'll call us.

ED: Might be a good time to try using it again.

AL: Anybody else have a key to the house.

ED: How'd the camera get so high like that?

AL: And smooth... Almost no movement - back and forth, I mean.

ED: Like you'd get if it was hand held.

AL: Right... This just glided along.

ALICE: Look at all this shit... I know a fence... he'll give us money and get us passports in exchange for this and the car... We can go anywhere.

PETE: Alice?

PETE: Where's the bathroom?

ALICE: Up the stairs - down the hall.

PETE: Alice...

ALICE: We gotta get the stuff and get out of here.

ALICE: You all right?

PETE: We killed him.

ALICE: You killed him.

PETE: Alice?

ALICE: You got him.

PETE: Alice, I...

ALICE: Are you my man?

PETE: Yes.

ALICE: Are you gonna be a man about this, Pete?

ALICE: Set.

PETE: Why are ya goin' so early?

ALICE: 'Cause that's how long it's gonna take, baby.

PETE: What if Andy tips off Mr. Eddy?

ALICE: Are you kidding?... I've got so much on Andy, it isn't funny.

PETE: What about tonight?... Whatiya gonna do about Mr. Eddy tonight?

ALICE: I'm not goin' home tonight... I'm goin' somewhere else... To a girlfriend's house. But, we still have a coupla things to take care of...

PETE: Oh, yeah?... What else?

ALICE: I'll set it up for tomorrow night. You'll meet me at his place at eleven o'clock... Don't drive there... Take a bus... Make sure no one follows you... His address is easy to remember... It's 2224 Deep Dell Place... It's a white stucco job on the south side of the street... I'll be upstairs with Andy... The back door will be open... That leads into the kitchen - go through the kitchen to the living room - there's a bar there... At eleven fifteen, I'll ask Andy to fix me a drink... When he does, you can crack him in the head... Okay?

PETE: Okay...

ALICE: Lemme call him now. Make sure he's not already busy tomorrow night.

PETE: Okay.

ALICE: So, should I call Andy?

PETE: Andy?

ALICE: That's his name... Andy. Our ticket out of here.

PETE: Yeah. Call him.

PETE: You liked it.

ALICE: If you want me to go away, I'll go away.

PETE: You like it?

ALICE: No, honey... It was part of the deal.

PETE: What deal?

ALICE: He works for Mr. Eddy.

PETE: What's he do?

ALICE: He makes films for Mr. Eddy.

PETE: Pornos.

ALICE: Yeah.

PETE: How'd you get in with these fuckin' people?

ALICE: Pete... Don't...

PETE: How'd it happen, Alice?

ALICE: It was a long time ago... I met someone at this place called Moke's... we became friends. He told me about a job...

PETE: In pornos?

ALICE: No... A job... I didn't know what. He set up an appointment for me to see a man.

PETE: Have you partied with him?

ALICE: I used to.

ALICE: He'll kill us.

PETE: Are you positive he knows?

ALICE: I'm not positive... but... he knows.

PETE: So what do we do?

ALICE: I don't know.

PETE: We should stop seeing each other.

ALICE: No... no.

PETE: Hello.

ALICE: Meet me at the Starlight Motel on Sycamore... I'll be there in twenty minutes.

PETE: Okay.

ALICE: Pete?

PETE: Me, too.

ALICE: I'll call you again.

PETE: Hello.

ALICE: It's me...

PETE: Hi.

ALICE: I can't see you tonight.

PETE: Okay...

ALICE: I have to go somewhere with Mr. Eddy.

PETE: Sure.

ALICE: I think he suspects something... We have to be careful... I miss you.

ALICE: I want more.

PETE: Me, too.

ALICE: Can I call you?

PETE: Yeah... Call me at home. I'll give you the number.

ALICE: Okay, baby.

ALICE: Where's your phone? I have to call another taxi.

PETE: Over there.

ALICE: I was here yesterday.

PETE: Yeah, I remember.

ALICE: How would you like to take me to dinner?

PETE: I don't know.

ALICE: Okay, then, I'll take you to dinner.

FRED: I don't. I don't know him.

ANDY: Dick can't be dead. Who told you he was dead?

FRED: Andy, who is that guy?

ANDY: I don't know his name. He's a friend of Dick Laurent's, I think.

FRED: Dick Laurent?

ANDY: Yes, I believe so.

FRED: But Dick Laurent is dead, isn't he?

ANDY: He is? I didn't think you knew Dick. How do you know he's dead?

ARNIE: Mr. Smith has been waiting for you and Mrs. Trueworthy. Can you take care of Mr. Smith now?

PETE: Sure.

ARNIE: Mr. Eddy's called every day... Can I call him to come in?

PETE: Sure, Arnie. Bring 'em on, I'm ready.

ARNIE: Wonderful!!... Wonderful to see you, Pete. How are you?

PETE: Feeling good, Arnie. Ready to get to work.

ARNIE: Wonderful, Pete. Really wonderful. Alotta people Pete... alotta people are gonna be very happy.

PETE: Please tell me.

BILL: No.

BILL: Never saw him before in my life.

PETE: Did you tell the police this?

BILL: We're not saying anything about that night to the police. We should all forget that night.

PETE: What happened to me?

PETE: Sheila?

BILL: Yes, there was a man with you... She brought you here... She didn't know what else to do.

PETE: What is this? Why didn't you tell me? What?... I don't remember any of this.

BILL: You don't look so good.

PETE: I gotta headache... What's goin' on?

BILL: The police called us.

PETE: Yeah? what did they want?

BILL: They wanted to know if we'd had a chance to find out what happened to you the other night. They wanted to know if you remembered anything.

PETE: But I don't remember anything. What did you tell 'em?

PETE: Hey.

BILL: Sit down a minute.

PETE: What's up?

BILL: Sit down.

PETE: Goin' out with these clowns for a while.

BILL: Do ya good.

PETE: Better.

BILL: Arnie called this morning while you were sleepin'. They miss you pretty bad down at the garage. I told 'im you still had a "fever".

PETE: Okay. Thanks.

BILL: Nice to know they can't seem to get along without ya.

PETE: Yeah.

BILL: You really don't remember the other night, do you?

PETE: What night is that?

BILL: The night before you showed up in the slammer...

BILL: Have you made any charges against him?

WARDEN: No.

BILL: Then he's coming home with his mother and me.

WARDEN: All right... but you see our predicament... Legally we can't hold him, but he may be able to help us... perhaps later. For now, he's free to leave.

BILL: His condition? What do you mean?

WARDEN: His physical condition.

BILL: Same as always. Pete takes care of himself.

WARDEN: A cell that was supposed to be occupied by an inmate named Fred Madison.

BILL: The wife killer?

WARDEN: Yes.

CLAIRE: We saw you that night, Pete.

BILL: You came home. Your friend Sheila brought you here.

BILL: Where's Pete?

CLAIRE: Out in back.

BILL: You talk to him?

CLAIRE: No... Here he comes.

BILL: Just rest easy, Pete. You're gonna be okay.

CLAIRE: Are you hungry, honey? I'll fix you something.

CAPTAIN HENDERSON: You just gonna let him go?

WARDEN: We'll get a tail put on him.

CAPTAIN HENDERSON: One of the guards must have leaked it.

WARDEN: What's the word on the street?

WARDEN: How about Madison? Have we had even a hint of his whereabouts?

CAPTAIN HENDERSON: Nothing, Marsh. Vanished. There's an APB out on him. His photo's been faxed nationwide.

WARDEN: Repeat that, Bill.

CAPTAIN HENDERSON: Warden, it's not him. It was not Fred Madison in that cell.

WARDEN: Of course, it's Madison!!! Who else could it be?

CAPTAIN HENDERSON: I don't know. The guards say they've never seen him before.

WARDEN: Where is he now?

CAPTAIN HENDERSON: He's in the infirmary, being examined.

WARDEN: Did you ask him who he is?

CAPTAIN HENDERSON: He... He can't talk. it appears as if he can't talk, anyway.

WARDEN: If he's not Madison, then where's Madison?

CAPTAIN HENDERSON: I've got men searching the building and the grounds now.

CAPTAIN HENDERSON: That's not Fred Madison?

JOHNNY MACK: No, sir, it's not.

CAPTAIN HENDERSON: Who is it?

JOHNNY MACK: I couldn't say, sir... Captain Henderson?

CAPTAIN HENDERSON: Yeah, Mack?

JOHNNY MACK: Captain... this is some spooky shit we got here.

CAPTAIN HENDERSON: Now, Mack, what's the situation?

JOHNNY MACK: I'm not entirely certain, Captain. You'll have to see for yourself.

WARDEN: Pete, can you tell us now, anything about this?

CLAIRE: Pete, what happened to you?

CLAIRE: I want to see him.

WARDEN: Yes, and we need to talk to him... if we can. Mel, let's get Peter in here.

CLAIRE: I wouldn't know how.

WARDEN: You say you haven't seen your son since the day before yesterday?

CLAIRE: When he went to work, right.

WARDEN: What about yesterday?

CLAIRE: He didn't come home.

PETE: Who is it?

CLAIRE: He won't give his name.

CLAIRE: We know that.

PETE: Who was the man?

CLAIRE: What's the matter?

PETE: Nothin'.

CLAIRE: Do you remember?

PETE: No... I don't. Why?

PETE: No... I don't feel so good. I would like some aspirin.

CLAIRE: Coming up.

DR. ROGOFF: I examined Madison last night, Marshall. He had a headache.

WARDEN: A headache?

DR. ROGOFF: I did a routine once-over, and gave him a sleeping pill. I've never seen this man before. Neither have the guards. I don't think he's in the system.

WARDEN: He's not Madison?

DR. ROGOFF: Not even close.

WARDEN: Who is this man?

DR. ROGOFF: He's just been fingerprinted, and I'll run these blood tests right away. We'll find out soon enough.

WARDEN: What is this, Rogoff?

DR. ROGOFF: I don't know yet.

DRIVER: I won't ever tailgate.

MR. EDDY: DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY FUCKIN' CAR LENGTHS IT TAKES TO STOP A CAR AT 35 M.P.H.?

DRIVER: No.

MR. EDDY: SIX FUCKIN' CAR LENGTHS... THAT'S ABOUT A HUNDRED AND SIX FUCKIN' FEET, MISTER! YOU WERE FOLLOWING TEN FEET BEHIND ME... IF I'D HAD TO STOP SUDDENLY, YOU WOULD HAVE HIT ME. I WANT YOU TO GET A DRIVER'S MANUAL, AND I WANT YOU TO STUDY THAT MOTHERFUCKER... AND I WANT YOU TO OBEY THE GOD DAMN RULES. FIFTY FUCKIN' THOUSAND PEOPLE WERE KILLED ON THE ROAD LAST YEAR. CAUSE OF FUCKIN' ASSHOLES LIKE YOU. TELL ME YOU'RE GONNA GET A MANUAL.

DRIVER: I'll get a manual. and study it.

MR. EDDY: FUCKIN' "A".

MR. EDDY: WHAT DID YOU SAY?

DRIVER: I... I didn't say anything...

ED: Did you use the alarm system since we were here last?

FRED: The first night... Not the last two.

ED: What's your axe?

FRED: Tenor... Tenor saxophone. Do you...

ED: Tone deaf.

ED: There's no other bedroom?

FRED: No... There is, I mean, I use it as a practice room... it's soundproofed.

FRED: That's it.

ED: Let's have a look at the hallway outside the bedroom.

GUARD: What is it?

FRED: Aspirin... fly head. I gotta have more aspirin.

GUARD: The doctor said not to give you anything. You can see him in the morning.

FRED: But my head...

GUARD: What's bothering you, Madison?

FRED: The pain is getting worse. I need more aspirin.

GUARD: I can't give you anymore. I'll talk to the doctor.

GUARD: Something wrong?

FRED: My... My head.

GUARD: Headache, huh? Too much sun, I guess. You want to come in? Still got forty- five minutes outside if you want it.

FRED: No, no. I want to go in.

FRED: Where's Alice?

MYSTERY MAN: Alice who?

MYSTERY MAN: We've met before, haven't we?

FRED: I don't think so. Where was it that you think we've met?

MYSTERY MAN: At your house. Don't you remember?

FRED: No, no I don't. Are you sure?

MYSTERY MAN: Of course. In fact, I'm there right now.

FRED: What do you mean? You're where right now?

MYSTERY MAN: At your house.

FRED: That's absurd.

FRED: I told you to stay in the car!

RENEE: Why? what is it? Why did you make me wait out here?

FRED: I thought there might be somebody inside.

RENEE: Was there?

FRED: No... of course not.

RENEE: It was a long time ago... I met him at this place called Moke's... We... became friends... He told me about a job...

FRED: What job?

RENEE: I don't remember... Anyway, Andy's okay...

FRED: He's got some fucked up friends.

FRED: Let's go home.

RENEE: But...

FRED: Now! We're leaving now! I didn't want to come here in the first place.

RENEE: I thought you were getting me a drink?

FRED: Just a minute.

FRED: I'll make sure the alarm is set from now on.

RENEE: But that doesn't solve the problem. Who is doing this? And why?

FRED: Where would you feel safe?

RENEE: I don't know. Maybe a hotel.

FRED: No, I don't remember anything. it looks like I... but... I don't remember.

RENEE: Why would anyone do something like this?

RENEE: What was that?!!!

FRED: What?

RENEE: On the tape! There was something else on the tape.

RENEE: What the hell is going on?!

FRED: I wish I knew.

RENEE: We will.

FRED: Thanks, guys.

FRED: So?

RENEE: Two detectives are coming out.

RENEE: We've got to call the police.

FRED: All right.

FRED: Don't you want to watch it?

RENEE: I guess so.

FRED: What's that? Another tape?

RENEE: Yes, I just found it on the step.

FRED: You're up early.

RENEE: That dog woke me. I lay there for a while, then decided to get up.

FRED: Who the hell owns that dog?

FRED: I had a dream about you last night...

RENEE: Yeah?

FRED: You were in the house... calling my name... but I couldn't find you.

FRED: Good book, huh?

RENEE: Huh?... oh, yeah, it is.

FRED: Same one you were reading the other night?

RENEE: What night?

FRED: When you didn't come to the club.

RENEE: Oh. Oh, yeah. No. This is a different one.

FRED: I called, you know.

RENEE: Called? When?

FRED: From the club. You didn't answer.

RENEE: I must have fallen asleep. I was asleep when you got home, wasn't I?

FRED: You were asleep when I got home, yes.

RENEE: It must be from a real estate agent.

FRED: Maybe.

FRED: What's that?

RENEE: A videotape.

FRED: Who's it from?

RENEE: I don't know... There's no return address on the envelope... In fact, there's no address on it.

FRED: Does it say anything on the tape?

RENEE: No, nothing.

FRED: It's nice to know I can still make you laugh.

RENEE: I like to laugh, Fred.

FRED: That's why I married you.

RENEE: Wake me up when you get home.

RENEE: You don't mind that I'm not coming tonight?

FRED: What are you going to do?

RENEE: I thought I'd stay home and read.

MARIAN: Andy would go for this, don't you think?... Firing squad, definitely.

RAQUEL: Do they aim for the head or for the heart?

MARIAN: The heart, I guess.

RAQUEL: I wouldn't... The brain would know what's going on. Your heart would be ripped open trying to pump blood, blood pouring into the chest cavity. Savage pain, Marian.

RAQUEL: Did you see that about the guy who chopped up his wife into a million pieces?

MARIAN: How could I miss it? The TV won't quit with that stuff.

RAQUEL: They're gonna cook him.

MARIAN: Andy's from Utah. He says there you have a choice... You can die by hanging or by firing squad.

RAQUEL: Which would you choose?

MR. EDDY: You sure you're doin' okay? Everything all right?

PETE: Yeah.

MR. EDDY: That's good, Pete. Hey... I want you to talk to a friend of mine.

PETE: Mr. Eddy?

MR. EDDY: Yeah... How ya doin', Pete?

PETE: Okay.

MR. EDDY: You're doin, okay? That's good, Pete.

PETE: Look... It's late, Mr. Eddy... I ...

MR. EDDY: I'm really glad you're doin' okay, Pete.

PETE: Hello.

MR. EDDY: Hey, Pete... How ya doin'?

PETE: Who is this?

MR. EDDY: You know who it is.

MR. EDDY: Her name is Alice. You know I love that girl to death. If I ever found out somebody was makin' out with her, I'd take this... ...and shove it so far up his ass it would come out his mouth... Then you know what?...

PETE: What?

MR. EDDY: I'd pull the trigger and shoot him right between the eyes.

MR. EDDY: How ya doin', Pete?

PETE: Okay.

MR. EDDY: I'm sure you noticed that girl that was with me the other day... Good lookin' blonde? She stayed in the car?...

MR. EDDY: I'm leavin' the Caddy, like I told you. Think you'll get a chance to give her a once over today?

PETE: Sure... Sure, Mr. Eddy. You gonna pick it up later, or tomorrow?

MR. EDDY: If you think you can finish it, I'll be back later today.

PETE: It'll be ready.

MR. EDDY: You're my man, Pete.

MR. EDDY: Suit yourself, champ.

PETE: Okay... Well, I'll see ya then.

MR. EDDY: You will.

MR. EDDY: You like pornos?

PETE: Pornos?

MR. EDDY: Yeah. Give ya a boner.

PETE: No thanks, Mr. Eddy.

PETE: Thanks, Mr. Eddy.

MR. EDDY: No... Thank you!... I'll be bringin' the "Caddy" by tomorrow.

MR. EDDY: Sorry about that, Pete, but tailgating is one thing I can't tolerate.

PETE: I can see that.

MR. EDDY: I'll bet you know how many car lengths it takes to stop at... say 45 m.p.h.

PETE: Eight, nine car lengths. A hundred and sixty-two feet.

MR. EDDY: At sixty?

PETE: Fifteen car lengths. About two hundred and seventy feet.

MR. EDDY: What'd I tell ya.

MR. EDDY: Beautiful! Smooth as shit from a duck's ass. Let's take a ride.

PETE: Whatever you say, Mr. Eddy.

PETE: Give that a try.

MR. EDDY: All right!

MR. EDDY: What happened? Somebody givin' you trouble?

PETE: No, it's nothin'... I'm all right.

MR. EDDY: Because if anybody's givin' you trouble, Pete, I can take care of the problem... like that.

PETE: No, no... It's okay, Mr. Eddy.

MR. EDDY: I mean it, Pete... Like THAT!!

PETE: Thanks, Mr. Eddy... whatiya need? Just the regular tune-up?

MR. EDDY: I want you to ride with me. Somethin' doesn't sound right.

PETE: Okay... Lemme clear it with...

MR. EDDY: It's okay with Arnie... Come on, let's go.

PETE: What's goin' on?

VOICE: Great question!! In the east... the far east... when a person is sentenced to death... they're sent to a place where they can't escape... never knowing when an executioner will step up behind them and fire a bullet into the back of their head... it could be days... weeks... or even years after the death sentence has been pronounced... This uncertainty adds an exquisite element of torture to the situation, don't you think? It's been a pleasure talking to you.

PETE: I don't think so. Where was it that you think we've met?

VOICE: At your house. Don't you remember?

PETE: No. No, I don't.

VOICE: We just killed a couple of people...

PETE: What?

PETE: Sheila... Stop...

SHEILA: FUCK YOU!! FUCK YOU!!

PETE: Hey... Sheila.

SHEILA: What's the BITCH'S name?!

PETE: Look Sheila... I'm sorry...

SHEILA: YOU'RE SORRY!!

PETE: Go home, Sheila.

PETE: Sheila, what is it?... What are you doin' here?

SHEILA: You've been fucking somebody else haven't you?

PETE: Sheila...

SHEILA: You fuck me whenever you want... You don't call... Tell me who she is.

SHEILA: I didn't know you cared.

PETE: Come on.

SHEILA: Where'd you come from?

PETE: I've been here. You were lookin, right at me.

SHEILA: I was?

PETE: Yeah.

SHEILA: Why don't you like me?

PETE: I do like you, Sheila.

SHEILA: What do you want?

PETE: Nothin'... You want to go for a drive?

SHEILA: I don't know.

PETE: Come on... get in.

PETE: What else about that night?... Did anything happen?

SHEILA: You really don't remember?

PETE: No... I told you.

SHEILA: It was weird...

PETE: Whatiya mean, Sheila?

SHEILA: I don't want to talk about it...

PETE: Sheila?!

SHEILA: No... I really don't want to talk about it.

SHEILA: You still care about me?

PETE: Sure. Sure I do.

SHEILA: What's happening to you? What happened to your face?

PETE: I don't know.

SHEILA: What do you mean?... You've been acting strange lately... Like the other night.

PETE: What night?

SHEILA: Last time I saw you.

PETE: I don't remember... What happened that night?

SHEILA: You sure weren't acting like the Pete Dayton I've always known.

PETE: Whatiya mean?

SHEILA: You were acting like a different person.

SHEILA: Why haven't you called me?

PETE: Sorry... I...

SHEILA: What are you guys doin'?

PETE: Guess we're goin' over to the "Ten Pin".

SHEILA: You want some company?

PETE: Sure.

SHEILA: I missed you.

PETE: Yeah?...

SHEILA: Yeah.