Black Cadillac Page #4

( engine revs )

Robby:

Okay, let's deal

with it, huh?

What's "it"?

Who did what, and who

wrote that note?

The guys in the Caddy.

- It has to be.

- Okay, so who did what?

C.J.?

Well, I did sorta

make this one chick

leave it in her pants.

- What did you do?

- Chuckles--

I never do anything.

I just said some

stuff and this chick

got all geeked.

I mean, God--

Wisconsin chicks?

So sensitive.

I tried to have sex

with that girl back

at the bar.

Jesus, maybe she has

a big, mean boyfriend

or something, huh?

Jealousy--

it's a killer.

Oh God.

Yeah, great.

I come to Wisconsin

to get laid.

I don't get laid

and now I'm gonna get

killed for it.

Just calm down, Robby.

It's nobody's boyfriend.

This is just random sh*t.

The note is just a mind-game,

so just relax, okay?

I told you I'm gonna

get you home.

Okay.

( mockingly )

Gosh, Scotty,

I wish you were

my big brother too.

Where are we?

At the intersection,

take a left.

A couple of miles

and I'm out.

Anybody got any

breadcrumbs?

What is the deal?

( engine revs )

Charlie, that road

they're leaving open?

Does that get us

anywhere?

Sure.

Deeper into nowhere.

And Scott?

I'm off-duty

and I got a wife waiting.

Let's go.

You guys get the feeling

they're leading us somewhere?

Scott, given our lack

of choice here,

I suggest we take

what we're given.

Charlie, you're a cop.

What would you do?

Listen to C.J.

Take that road

and get us

the hell home.

- Charlie, let me

ask you a question.

- Shoot.

Why would I want to go

where they want me to?

Yee-haw!

Whoo!

Oh, that Caddy's history!

Scott, you da man!

Yeah!

Those mothers are toast!

Did I not tell you?

Did I not?

My brother, man,

he never loses.

Whoo!

The Streak lives!

- Ha-- ahh!!

- Oh, Jesus!

Robby:

G-go, Scott!

Go faster! God!

Oh, sh*t!

Scott!

- ( glass shatters )

- Scott:
Oh, come on!

Why are they doing this?!

All right, now that we've

gotten our ya-ya's out,

pull over, I'm gonna

put a stop to this.

- Slow down, man.

- ( tires squeal )

Scott, back off!

Slow down, Scott!

Charlie:

Come on, now.

- C.J.:
Scott, stop!

- Charlie:
Look out!

( panting )

( sighs )

Oh sh*t.

These f***ing guys!

Robby:

They're trying to kill us.

Oh Jesus, Scott,

they're trying to kill us.

I'm okay, by the way.

Why is this

happening to us?

I don't know why

this is happening.

I just wanted

a ride home.

They want us dead, Scott.

They don't want

us dead, Robby.

They want him.

Hey, Charlie.

How come you were so hot

for me to drag those guys

in the Caddy, huh?

And why didn't you

flash your badge

when we were sitting

back there?

You wanted to get away

from them, didn't you?

Jesus Christ, Scott.

What are you doing?

Look, before we

picked up Charlie,

nobody was trying

to run us off the road,

nobody was scratching

this spooky

biblical crap

on the windshield.

After we pick him up

there's nothing

but this sh*t.

They want you

for your sins.

Isn't that right,

Charlie?

C.J.:

Yeah, the message

on the windshield--

I'm not one to judge,

Chuckster,

but what'd you do?

( brief chuckle )

Hey, whatever it is...

you're not dragging us

down with you.

No.

You're going

back to Yale.

( laughs )

That's right, Charlie.

And you're staying here.

Come on, guys,

let's go.

Have you lost

your mind?

We can't just leave him

here for the Caddy

or the cold.

He's a cop.

Jesus, Scott-- a cop!

Here's a flash,

chief--

he's a bad cop.

and whatever bad-cop sh*t

he did to those guys

is between their ass

and his, and not mine.

Look, I say

we give him a ride.

It's just a couple

more miles.

This is not

a democracy.

- He stays.

- My young friends,

this is something

you're going to have

to live with.

We all have nights

where we're revealed.

This is yours.

Okay.

If I wanted to,

I could draw my weapon

and commandeer your car

and be down the road

in a second

and the law would be

on my side.

( Caddy rumbling )

( engine growing louder )

Come on,

get in the car!

Get in the goddamn

car, Robby!

- Come on, Robby.

- Go, go, go!

( gunshots )

- Jesus! They shot him!

- They killed him!

- Oh, sh*t.

- Scott, we should

have let him back in!

I know! We just have

to keep going--

get home.

Dude, home isn't

gonna fix this, Scott,

what we just did!

Listen, guys.

What we did, we had to do.

And now we're just

gonna have to walk

with it.

Dude, I am not walking

with it very well.

Look, it was him or us!

- I know.

- And now they got

who they wanted,

and we're done.

We're done with that Caddy.

It's over and we're

not gonna say another

word about this.

We're done talking

about it, all right?

I mean done.

Dude, it is not

done, Scott.

We gotta call the police.

He was a cop!

- Jesus, we let it happen!

- Scott:
Robby!

Do you think those guys

in the Caddy are gonna

go to the police? No!

The police are never

gonna know anything

about us, all right?

Now, I don't know

who that guy was,

or why those guys

in the Caddy wanted

him dead,

but I do know that

I'm going back to Yale

and C.J.'s hopping

a tanker tomorrow,

I'm taking my

little brother home,

and we're never gonna

say another word about

any of this to anyone.

I'll get you home,

Robby.

Everyone in the car

that thinks the storm

did this,

raise your hand.

Where are they?

- F***.

- We can't go back,

we can't go forward.

We could take that road

that happens to be right

in front of the tree.

They're leading us

deeper into nowhere.

I'd rather be led

than caught.

Scott, this is

awfully romantic.

I know what I'm doing.

We'll wait

the bastards out.

Hey, kill the engine.

He can see our exhaust.

Just keep going, baby.

Just keep going.

I mean,

what do they want?

They got Charlie.

Witnesses.

They gotta get rid

of the witnesses.

- I didn't ask

to be a witness.

- Nobody ever does.

Man, I wonder

what Charlie did.

Whatever it was,

I hope it was

worth it.

Where the hell

are we?

( sighs )

We're so lost.

There's a map in the glove

compartment there.

No, no, no.

Come on, come on.

They'll see the light.

I got one of these

fluorescent tube

things in here.

Give me that.

Okay, the thing with maps

is they only help

if you have kind of

an idea where you are.

We have no idea

where we are.

C.J.:

Okay, well...

we'll look at the map,

find that really

spooky tree

we drove past

like three times

and then go left

to the rusted tractor

and then go to right

to that shack where

- I'm pretty sure

someone was killed.

- Look, will you shut up?

I'm trying to get us

out of here.

Where the hell

is the Minnesota line?

We're never getting

out of here.

Robby:

I can't feel

my feet.

- I can't feel my hands.

- Jesus Christ.

But, really,

I really don't want

to die here.

I mean, I really

don't want to die,

but really not here.

Robby, will you keep

this sh*t to yourself?

I was hoping

maybe by the time

I graduated

- there would

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