American Graffiti Page #11
- PG
- Year:
- 1973
- 110 min
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TERRY (amazed)
Gee, that's terrific. Ah, just some ah--Old Harper. He takes
Terry's money and enters the store. The clerk hands the man a
bottle of Old Harper. Terry waves excitedly to Debbie, lowering
his pants a bit. Suddenly, there's a gunshot! Terry whirls to see
the young man stuffing cash from the register into his pockets,
backing away with a smoking gun. He rushes out of the store,
tossing the bottle to Terry and running off into the night.
Suddenly, the owner emerges from behind the counter, shooting
wildly. Terry ducks and heads for the car with his pint of Old
Harper.
AUTO WRECKING YARD
John's '32 deuce coupe crunches to a gravelly stop in front of a
dark auto-wrecking yard. John and Carol get out and climb over
the fence. They walk through a valley of twisted, rusting piles
of squashed, mashed and crushed automobiles. John sticks his hand
into his pockets moodily and stops and looks at one of the burnt-
out cars.
JOHN:
That's Freddy Benson's Vette...he got his head on with some
drunk. Never had a chance. Damn good driver, too. What a waste
when somebody gets it and it ain't even their fault.
CAROL:
Needs a paint job, that's for sure.
John doesn't hear her and walks on. JOHN
That Vette over there. Walt Hawkins, a real ding-a-ling. Wrapped
it around a fig tree out on Mesa Vista with five kids in it.
Draggin' with five kids in the car, how dumb can you get? All the
ding-a-lings get it sooner or later. Maybe that's why they
invented cars. To get rid of the ding-a-lings. Tough when they
take someone with them.
CAROL:
You never had a wreck though--you told me.
JOHN:
I come pretty close a couple of times. Almost rolled once. So far
I've been quick enough to stay out of here. The quick and the
dead.
CAROL:
I bet you're the fastest. JOHN
I've never been beaten--lot of punks have tried. See that '41
Ford there? Used to be the fastest wheels in the valley. I never
got a chance to race old Earl. He got his in '55 in the hairiest
crash ever happened around here. He was racing a '54 Chevy, bored
and loaded, out on the old Oakdale Highway and every damn kid in
twon was out there. The Chevy lost its front wheel doing about
85. The idiot had torched the spindles to lower the front end and
it snapped right off. He slammed bam into the Ford and then they
both of them crashed into a row of cars and all those kids
watchin! Jesus, eight kids killed including both drivers, looked
like a battlefield. Board of Education was so impressed they
filmed it. Show it now in Drivers Education, maybe you'll see it.
Anyway, since then street racing's gone underground. No
spectators, I mean. Too bad.
CAROL:
I'd love to see you race.
Carol takes his hand and they walk a bit, until John realizes
what he's doing, and drops her hand and pulls away.
JOHN:
Come on! None of that.
CAROL:
Whadaya mean? I'm the one who's supposed to say that. Whadaya
afraid of? I'll keep it above the waist.
JOHN:
Funny...(he looks at her for a moment) Who knows, in a few years-
-but not now, bunny rabbit.
CAROL:
Bunny rabbit! Oh brother, you are such a drip.
She stomps off and gets back into the coupe, quickly rolling up
all the windows. John saunters up and finds the door locked.
JOHN:
Come on, open the door.
CAROL:
If you say "Carol's not a bunny, she's a foxy little tail."
John grins and starts to pull his keys out of his pocket. He
stops grinning
Carol grins and dangles his keys inside the car. John leans
against the window, closes his eyes, a defeated man.
JOHN (quietly)
Carol's not a rabbit, she's a foxy little tail.
He hears the button click up and slowly opens the door.
CAROL:
You say the cutest things.
John gets into the car.
WOLFMAN (voice over)
Sneakin' around with the Wolfman, Baby.
The Wolfman's gravelly voice whispers over the airwaves as John
and Carol drive out of the shadowy car grave-yard.
WILSON'S APPLIANCE STORE
Curt is sitting on the hood of a parked De Soto watching a row of
televisions in the window of an applaince store. Twelve silent
images of Ricky Nelson on "Ozzie and Harriet" glow in the dark
showroom.
Music from passing cars rises and fades as they cruise behind
Curt. The Wolfman can be heard.
WOLFMAN (voice over)
Oh, this is gonna strike a raw nerve, mama. Here's the Platters.
The Wolfman howls and the Platters wail into the "Great
Pretender." Curt sings along, mouthing the words. Then somebody
walks in front of Curt.
Curt pays no attention, then sense the presence of another guy.
Soon he realizes that he is being surrounded by a group of three
hoods. They slink up from all sides wearing car coats with the
name "PHAROAHS" embroidered across the back.
Curt looks them over--they all watch the silent tv's. One of
them, without turning, talks to Curt.
JOE:
Whadaya doin', creep?
CURT:
Me?
JOE:
No, I'm talking to the other fifty creeps here. You know Gil
Gonzales?
CURT:
Gil Gonzales...no.
JOE:
Don't know Gil...you oughta. You really should.
CURT:
Yeah...why?
JOE:
No reason...he's a friend of ours...and that's his car you're
sitting on.
There's silence. Curt looks uneasy and slides quietly off the De
Soto. Curt sticks his hands in his pockets and starts slowly down
the sidewalk.
JOE:
Hey, where ya goin?
CURT (turning)
No place. Not going any place.
JOE:
Ya must be going someplace--I mean ya left here. Bring him over
here, Ants, I want to show him something.
Ants (a tall, ghoulish-looking kid who probably got his name
fromt he scar across his face which has recently been stitched to
look like a party of ants marching across his cheek) brings Curt
back gently.
Joe is bent over looking across the hood of the De Soto. JOE
Here--bend down, look here. See that? Right across there--see?
CURT:
I guess so--yeah.
Joe unbends and lightly punches Curt on the shoulder.
JOE:
You scratched it, man. Where do you get off sitting on Gil's car,
huh, man? Joe gives him another charming punch on the shoulder.
The others have left the tv's and are watching Curt now, looking
puzzled and pained at the scratch on the car.
CURT:
I'm sorry. It's not much of a scratch. I don't think he'll even--
JOE:
It ain't the size that's in question here. It's the principle.
Jeez, this is tough...what should we do with ya?
ANTS:
Tie him to the car and drag him.
Curt turns and laughs at Ants' suggestion. He laughs and laughs
until he realizes nobody else is; they are pondering the
suggestion.
CURT:
That's funny (clearing his throat) Hey, you guys know Toby
Juarez? He's a Pharoah, isn't he?
JOE:
Toby Juarez. Yeah, sure we know Toby.
CURT:
He's a friend of mine.
They all grin and laugh with Curt who feels better.
JOE:
Sure, good old Toby. He's a friend of yours. That's cool...we all
hate his guts.
Curt stops smiling again.
CURT:
Oh--well, I don't know him that much anyway.
JOE:
We killed him last night.
ANTS:
Tied him to a car and dragged him.
Curt looks at them both, praying they're kidding. Joe looks at
him, shaking his head.
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