Gone in Sixty Seconds Page #2

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EXT. INDEPENDENCE, CALIFORNIA - DAY - 6 YEARS LATER

Some 400 miles North of Los Angeles, Independence is a one

horse town, and the horse has died... Single stop light,

single-engine firehouse, single everything. Norman Rockwell

would find this burg a snooze.. - We settle on a small,

GARAGE ... The peeling sign reads:

"L.N. ORR AUTOMOTIVE"

owned and operated by Memphis Raines ... In blue coveralls,

Memphis has a Plymouth Duster up on the lift ... With him is a kid

- TOM, 19... Lightnin' Hopkins' "Automobile Blues" plays through --

MEMPHIS:

You know what you got here?

TOM:

Not really -

MEMPHIS:

There's excessive resistance in the cranking

circuit ... You know what you gotta do -- ?

TOM:

Not really --

MEMPHIS:

You have any other answers besides

"not really"?

TOM:

Not --

MEMPHIS:

Right. You want to test the voltage drop ...

Use the voltmeter ... Remove the primary

lead from the ignitioncoil and crank her ...

See what you got ... You understand -- ?

Tom starts to say "not really". Instead, he nods. Memphis takes a

root beer from an old-style machine. He goes out ... front ... To

where an old Denver Pyle-coot - BUDGY - sits on a bench, smoking

an unfiltered Lucky ... Memphis sits beside him, pets the

200-year-old DOG that lounges nearby...

BUDGY:

Just can't find good help these days --

MEMPHIS:

(re:
cigarette)

Those things'll kill ya, Budgy --

BUDGY:

They won't have a chance. The bourbon and

bacon'll get me first...

Budgy cackles ... Memphis looks out at the dusty little hamlet ...

Budgy points at a passing car ...

BUDGY (cont'd)

That one -

MEMPHIS:

1980 Mercury Cougar. 255 cubic inch V8 ...

Based on the Ford Thunderbird bodyshell;

they modified the chassis, but didn't

improve its performance...

Budgy points at another car ... And we get the sense they play

this game every day...

MEMPHIS (cont'd)

The 1970 Plymouth Road Runner. Proof

positive of a single all-powerful Deity.

The first bargain-priced muscle car

ever. They even tuned the horn to

resemble the "beep beep" sound of the

cartoon Road Runner ...

And Budgy looks impressed... As always ...

BUDGY:

Damn, you're good

Memphis nods ... Sips his root beer ...

BUDGY (cont'd)

You got to bingo last night?

Memphis looks at him ... Can't believe it himself ...

MEMPHIS:

That I did, Budgy. That I did --

And, from inside the garage, there's the most horrific GRIND of

metal on metal, as Tom has started the Plymouth -

TOM (O.S.)

Uh ... Randall -- ?

MEMPHIS:

Excuse me --

Memphis goes back into the garage, Budgy cackles.

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EXT. RANCHO PALOS VERDES - BUSINESS DISTRICT

A FORD ESCORT - driving through the upscale streets of Palos

Verdes. Three KIDS, 20, inside ... The driver is FREB, a little

dim; in the back is MIRROR MAN, black, always wears those mirrored

shades ... In the passenger seat is

KIP - Memphis' younger brother ... The car pulls to a stop.

Fancy stores - all of them closed - line this affluent business

district ... Freb consults a piece of paper ...

FREB:

The corner of Hawthorne and Granvia.

Tumbler messed up. He said the Lotus

would be at the corner of Hawthorne

and Granvia --

KIP:

He didn't mess up. There it is ...

And he points ... To a CORNER BUILDING - EXOTIC MOTORS LTD. Twenty

foot high glass - windows surround a SHOWROOM of EXOTIC DREAM

CARS:
Porsches and Ferraris, Lamborghinis and Bertones ... And-

there it is, a 1996 LOTUS ESPRIT V8, gleaming in the all-night

showroom lights...

Freb and Mirror Man are startled

FREB:

That -- ?

MIRROR MAN:

You're shittin', right? Kip?

He grins at them... He ain't shittin'...

FREB:

How are we supposed to--

KIP:

Pop the trunk. I need my tool ...

Freb scowls ... Pops the trunk ... Kip gets out ... Goes to the

back ... Freb and Mirror Man share a spook --

MIRROR MAN:

What tool -- ?

Kip reaches into the trunk.... Comes around to them... He's

carrying A BRICK --

MIRROR MAN (cont'd)

Oh, no --

And Kip walks toward "Exotic Motors"... Calm and cool ...

Ten feet from it ... He winds up ... And HURLS THE BRICK AT

THE WINDOW Which EXPLODES ON IMPACT, a SHOWER OF GLASS

raining down ...

ALARMS SQUEAL:

As Kip walks into the showroom, glass crunching underfoot. Freb

and Mirror Man can't believe it --

INT. EXOTIC MOTORS

Kip goes to the Lotus... With nary a glance around, he's got her

open ... The Lotus' ALARM adds its song to the choir ... Kip,

unmindful, gets behind the wheel ... Screwdriver to the

mechanism... The alarm raging in here...

In moments, the V8's massive 349bhp is bellowing... And Mirror Man

climbs in beside him... And off they go ... Laying several inches

of English rubber. Over the broken glass and out of the

showroom...

EXT. CITY STREETS - PALOS VERDES - NIGHT

The Lotus races through these streets ... At high speeds ...

MIRROR MAN:

Newsflash, Kip:
you're driving a

stolen car

Kip smiles over the ascending speedometer --

KIP:

Yeah. Ain't it great -- ?

And he pins her ... VROOOOOM -- !

CUT TO:

A TENNIS BALL:

being bounced against the wall ... Caught ... Bounced again ...

Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!

INT. WAREHOUSE - LONG BEACH HARBOR - NIGHT

A dozen purloined AUTOS are parked here ... And a number of

SHIPPING CONTAINERS ... A thuggish MAN reads the paper ... The

tennis ball bouncer is TUMBLER, 20 ... And he's sitting on a

tilted back chair, and wall-bouncing the ball and annoying the

piss out of

ATLEY JACKSON:

whom we remember from the drop-car at our opening ... Atley walks

with a LIMP now... Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!

ATLEY JACKSON:

Can you stop that, for Chrissake?

TUMBLER:

What's your problem, bro ?

Thunk! Thunk!

ATLEY JACKSON:

Where are they -- ?

TUMBLER:

They'll be here. You nervous, bro? You? Back

in the day, they say you had anti-freeze in

them veins ... What happened -- ?

And Atley intercepts the tennis ball ... And hurls it over to the

far side of the warehouse ... Tumbler merely grins ...

TUMBLER (cont'd)

Relax and enjoy --

EXT. SAN PEDRO STREETS - THE LOTUS

Heading for Long Beach... Stopped at a light ... A CAMARO pulls up

next to them... A KID behind the wheel, a BLONDE beside him...

Kip eyeballs them... Engines are revved... Challenges are

implied... Mirror Man panics ...

MIRROR MAN:

Stolen car, Kip. Stolen car, stolen car,

stolen car ...

KIP:

Stolen fast car...

And the light turns green ... And he pops the clutch ... And

they are off ... It's a good old fashioned drag race ... Kip

smiles at the blonde ... Mirror Man is freaking out ... Kip's

eyes are on fire ... He clocks the speedometer ...

KIP (cont'd)

It's calibrated for 140 ... Let's see

if these British boys are full of sh*t

or not --

MIRROR MAN:

No way, man --

Yes, way. Kip floors it. They bury the Camaro in its wake... The

gauge rising ... 90, 100, 110 ... Mirror Man is having an

embolism...

They warp-speed by a POLICE CRUISER... Both kids totally unaware

of the POLICE CHOPPER up on high... With them in its sights ...

And they drive ... At last, ending up at --

THE WATERFRONT - A dark latticework of docks and wharves,

warehouses and shipping crates... The freighters are somehow

graceful against the moonlit water ...

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