Lost Highway Page #19

PETE:

Okay... Lemme clear it with...

MR. EDDY

It's okay with Arnie... Come on,

let's go.

CUT TO:

EXT. ARNIE'S GARAGE - DAY

Ed and Al don't notice that Pete is in the big black Mercedes,

as it cruises past them.

CUT TO:

INT. MR. EDDY'S 600 PULLMAN - DAY

Mr. Eddy drives. Pete is in the passenger seat up front, and

the two, stone-faced assistants ride in back.

MR. EDDY

Now listen... It only happens when

I'm accelerating. I think it's the

carburetors.

Mr. Eddy pulls out after a light turns green and gives the

car a stab forward.

PETE:

No, it's not the carburetors. Pull

over, but keep it runnin'.

Mr. Eddy smiles as he pulls over.

MR. EDDY

Best god damn ears in town.

(to the guys in back)

You guys are lookin' at him. The man

with the best god damn ears in town.

When the car stops, Pete gets out, pops the hood and

disappears down by the engine.

Mr. Eddy sits, smiling at Pete as he works.

Pete pops up and gives Mr. Eddy the "thumbs up" and gets

back into the car.

PETE:

Give that a try.

MR. EDDY

All right!

Mr. Eddy carefully pulls out into traffic and accelerates

when he gets the chance.

MR. EDDY

Beautiful! Smooth as sh*t from a

duck's ass. Let's take a ride.

PETE:

Whatever you say, Mr. Eddy.

Mr. Eddy hangs a right turn and heads up into the hills.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. MULHOLLAND DRIVE - DAY

Mr. Eddy takes the big Pullman along the scenic Mulholland

Drive - cruising smoothly. A silver-gray Infiniti is moving

up fast behind the Mercedes.

CUT TO:

INT. MR. EDDY'S 600 PULLMAN - DAY

Mr. Eddy looks into his rearview mirror.

MR. EDDY

Oh, sh*t... Is that what I think it

is?

Pete turns and looks back. A car is TAILGATING them, the

silver-gray Infiniti. The two assistants in the backseat

turn nonchalantly to take a look - then they return their

look to Mr. Eddy.

Mr. Eddy starts to take a slow turn - keeps looking at the

Infiniti in the rearview mirror.

The assistants look to one another take a deep breath.

Mr. Eddy slows slightly and then keeps the Pullman steady at

32 m.p.h. The Infiniti moves up ten feet behind the Pullman,

and blows its horn.

Mr. Eddy rolls down his window.

The assistants are paying close attention - they buckle their

seatbelts.

Pete notices a tension in the car. He watches Mr. Eddy's

face.

Mr. Eddy pulls slightly to the right of the road, pastes a

polite, courteous smile on his face, puts his left arm out

the window and waves the Infiniti by.

The Infiniti jets forward and swerves around the Pullman.

When the cars are side by side, the irate DRIVER in the

Infiniti gives Mr. Eddy "the bird" and flies past.

CLOSE ON MR. EDDY'S RIGHT FOOT as it slams down on the gas

pedal.

The Pullman catapults forward toward the Infiniti.

Pete is thrown back - he grabs on to the door handle and the

seat for support.

The Pullman gains on the Infiniti in a flash. The Infiniti

tries to go faster, but Mr. Eddy's Pullman has much more

power.

MR. EDDY

(clenched teeth)

This is where power and mechanical

excellence pays off.

Mr. Eddy jams the Pullman into the back of the Infiniti and

pushes it faster and faster along Mulholland. The Driver of

the Infiniti tries to brake and blue-gray smoke streams out

from beneath the Infiniti with a scream of burning rubber.

At a turn, Mr. Eddy steers his massive Mercedes and the

Infiniti ahead on a gut-wrenching path off the road, up a

mountain and into a little glade of trees. Dust and brush

fly everywhere.

Mr. Eddy and his assistants leap from the Pullman and make

for the Driver's side of the Infiniti.

Mr. Eddy throws open the Infiniti's door and pulls the

trembling and screaming Driver out like a rag doll.

Mr. Eddy pulls out his .44 Ruger Blackhawk and pistol whips

the Driver to the ground. He smashes the butt of his gun

across the man's face, tearing a gash which starts to gush

with blood.

Mr. Eddy's assistants each draw .45's and point them at the

Driver.

Mr. Eddy, red-faced with anger, leans close to the man.

MR. EDDY

DON'T YOU EVER F***IN' TAILGATE.

Mr. Eddy hits the Driver in the side of the head with his

gun.

MR. EDDY

WHAT DID YOU SAY?

DRIVER:

(scared shitless)

I... I didn't say anything...

ASSISTANT #1

Tell him you won't tailgate.

MR. EDDY

EVER!!!!

DRIVER:

I won't ever tailgate.

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