Black Cadillac Page #6

We're over-f***ing-heating!

God damn it.

( sighs )

Oh God.

What the hell

are we gonna do?

Pack the radiator with snow.

( chuckles )

Roberto?

You are

a goddamn marvel.

From the depths of despair

flies genius,

hmm, a phoenix

from the ashes.

( sizzling )

Hey uh, you, lad,

have earned

shotgun status.

Now you are

a man, my son.

Let's go.

( engine sputters,

roars )

( sputtering )

( dings )

That's not

supposed to happen...

is it?

The back seat beckons.

Look, just

pull over, okay?

- Pull over.

- I'm sick of pulling over.

- Dude, we gotta pull over.

- Look, it's my car.

I know what she can do.

I'm not pulling over.

We're going home.

- Enough of this

pulling-over crap.

- You can crack your block.

- I'm not pulling over!

- If you crack your block,

this Saab dies!

And so do we. Is that where

you're going with this line

of thinking, Roberto?

- That exactly where I'm going.

- Pull over.

- Stop telling me what to do.

- Who are you, The Car Czar?

- Yeah, you bet I am.

- Not anymore!

- Maybe you'd like to do

something about it?

- Maybe he would!

- Maybe he'd like to kick

your f***ing ass!

- I would?

- Why not?

- I think you wanna

kick his f***ing ass.

Yeah, why don't you

ask your brother why

I wanna kick his f***ing ass?

- Okay, Scott, why does C.J.

wanna kick your f***ing ass?

- How the f*** do I know?

Oh, you know!

You f***in' know!

Oh, f***!

Oh, yeah!

( mimics )

"I know my car, man!

- I know what she can do."

- I'm so f***ing sick

of you, man!

You and your f***ing anger

and your loser old man

and your f***ing

broken-down old woman,

and your nowhere

f***ing future!

And f*** you!

F*** you and your old man's

money and your f***ing Saab,

and your mom's martinis

and your f***ing "boola boola"

future, and f*** you!

- F*** you!

- Look, stop it!

Come on,

knock it off!

Cut it out!

Get off him!

- Get off him!

- Get off me, you punk!

C.J.:

Oh my God!

Scott, stop!

Hey, hey!

F***ing stop!

Stop that!

F*** you, Scott!

Really, f*** you!

You were right, man.

Sh*t don't change.

Scott:

What do you

want me to say?

Sorry.

Come on, man,

I said I'm sorry.

Will you say something?

- Say something.

- Just don't talk to me.

From now on,

you wanna say something,

you say it to C.J.

Hey! Hey!

Whoo! Whoo!

Whoa!

Whoo, come on,

guys, go!

C.J.:

Thank you, Robby.

So I wanna know.

How I got the scar.

- This isn't exactly the time--

- Did I or didn't I make

it clear, Scott?

You don't exist!

Now how did you

get the scar?

How I got the scar?

Well, there was

this Bengalese tiger

that escaped from the zoo--

Shut up, man!

Tell me the truth!

We're not talking

about this, okay?

Oh, and who are you now,

The Conversation Czar?

I should shut up

because you tell me to?

I always do what

you tell me to, Scott.

"Robby, shut up."

"Robby, get in the back seat."

"Robby, just disappear

in the brilliance

of my All-State

big-brother-ness

and just stop being!"

F***!

Now we're

really f***ed!

- What?

- I'm outta Pez.

I need sugar.

Pronto.

Got any money?

It's in my jacket there.

( snow crunching )

Oh, you suck.

( girl screams )

Oh, sh*t.

Come on, come on.

So it's C.J. they wanted--

the whole time!

Oh, C.J.

Go, come on.

( dinging )

Sh*t.

( sputtering )

Dude, back off!

She's gonna blow.

Come on, it's gonna blow.

Back off.

Ease up, Scott!

Come on, listen to me

this one time.

Back off.

God damn it!

Sh*t! Come on, Scott!

Let's go!

Let's go!

Come on, man!

Come on, Scott!

Okay, come on.

Oh, Jesus.

( gasps )

Oh my God.

C.J.

They killed him.

( sobbing )

Oh, Jesus,

they killed him.

Oh, Jesus,

Jesus, Jesus.

Sh*t.

A deer, man.

They killed a deer.

Oh, Jesus.

What the hell

did they do to you?

Scott, Robby,

you guys gotta

get outta here.

Not without you.

( echoing yell )

Come on!

Come on! Come on!

We're here!

What are you waiting for?

Huh?

Let's go!

Oh sh*t.

( grunting )

Did I not tell you

a night like this can

turn your head around?

Turn your life around,

change a man,

like one of you boys

changed me.

Meet my brother Luther.

Look what

you did to C.J.

- Don't you wanna know why?

- There is no f***ing why,

Charlie,

- and I wouldn't

give a sh*t if there was.

- You're getting awfully close.

Luther.

Tonight I went

looking for my wife.

And I find her

at the roadhouse

where I figure she's been

hooking up with another man.

But it wasn't another man,

it was a boy.

Jeannine!

Oh sh*t.

- Charlie, I have

something to say--

- No, you don't.

So I find

my little queenie

putting on her

pretty little panties

in the back of a Saab.

A burgundy Saab.

So before I kill somebody,

I gotta make sure.

Which one of you

in that car took my wife?

Took my life from me?

She didn't name names,

bless her little heart.

( chuckles )

That's why I got in your car,

I wanted to watch you boys

behind a wheel.

And Robby,

when I smelled my wife

on your brother's jacket...

well, game over.

Tonight could have been

a dream come true.

If I had just gotten

ol' Mr. Cream-Jeans here alone,

I thought I'd done it too,

but then zipper face,

he goes and puts on

the wrong damn jacket

at the wrong damn time.

So we had

to use him as bait.

Do us a little

ice fishing.

And lo and behold,

we caught ourselves a couple

of Minnesota dickless perch.

( laughing )

Too small to keep,

you know

what I'm saying?

You know

what I'm saying?

Jesus, son.

What the f***

did I ever do to you?

You take my wife,

you take

my life from me.

You took my life.

Now I take yours.

Eye for an eye,

a heart for a heart.

Charlie, stop it!

- Just stop it!

- You shut up!

Or what? What are you

gonna do to me that you

ain't already done?

- Get back in the car.

- What, what are you gonna do?

Are you gonna kick

the sh*t outta me again?

Are you gonna kill me

after you kill him?

- Maybe.

- Well, aren't you tough?

Get back

in the f***ing car!

Run!

Come on, C.J., Scott!

Come on!

Come on, C.J.,

are you okay?

Are you okay?

Come on.

I should have done this

on our honeymoon!

Come on, come on.

( engine roars )

Whoa!

Go! Go!

Go, guys!

Go, come on!

- Hang on!

- Let's go!

- Scott:
Run!

- Robby:
Come on, guys!

We've gotta run!

Look out!

- C.J.:
Oh, sh*t! Go, go, go!

- Scott, where are you going?

Oh my God!

- Run, Scott!

- They're gonna get him!

C.J./Robby:

Run, Scott!

C.J.:

Scotty, go!

( windshield shatters )

Come on.

Oh, Jesus.

Hang on.

( Scott screams )

Let's go.

Are you okay?

C.J.:

Come on, come on, come on.

Robby:

Come on, Scott, go!

Come on!

Oh sh*t!

( engine roars )

Thus endeth the streak.

( engine revving )

Sh*t, I can't--

I can't walk

on that leg.

Sit right here.

Here, I got you.

Okay?

Sh*t.

Easy.

Oh God.

I gotta make

a tourniquet.

Hang on,

I'll be right back.

Scott.

Put it underneath.

- C.J.:
Are you all right?

- Yeah.

Careful.

Okay.

Pull it tight.

- Oh, f***.

- Sorry.

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