Lost Highway Page #3
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- Year:
- 1997
- 134 min
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INT. THE MADISON HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT
Fred is lying in bed with Renee, who is now backlit by her
bedside lamp. Fred looks at her shadowed face, but it's not
Renee's face. It's a face Fred has never seen before. Fred
quickly turns and switches on his bedside lamp, and looks
quickly back at Renee, whose face is now her own.
RENEE:
Fred, are you all right?
Fred reaches out a hand and tenderly touches her face. Renee
covers his hand with her own, and closes her eyes.
FADE OUT:
FADE IN:
Renee finds another envelope on the doorstep. She opens it,
pulls out a videotape. A large dog is BARKING incessantly
somewhere in the neighborhood. Renee looks around to see if
she can see the dog.
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INT. THE MADISON HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY
Renee brings the videotape upstairs with the rest of the
mail. She is a bit puzzled and unsettled. She puts the tape
down on a table. She stares at it. Fred comes in.
FRED:
You're up early.
RENEE:
That dog woke me. I lay there for a
while, then decided to get up.
FRED:
Who the hell owns that dog?
Fred notices the tape and manila envelope on the table.
FRED:
What's that? Another tape?
RENEE:
Yes, I just found it on the step.
Fred picks it up.
FRED:
Don't you want to watch it?
RENEE:
I guess so.
Fred goes to the VCR and inserts the tape. He turns the
television on. He is about to start the tape - he looks up
for Renee. She's hanging back.
FRED:
Again, Renee seems to be nervous about what could be on the
tape, but she hides this from Fred and walks toward the couch.
RENEE:
Yeah.
Renee sits on the couch. Fred starts the VCR and joins her.
As before, we first see it on the TV, then the videotape
fills the frame. This tape shows the front of the house, as
before, then shows the INTERIOR of Fred and Renee's house -
AT NIGHT.
The eerie DRONING SOUND goes throughout.
The camera glides at a very high angle near the ceilings
looking down as it travels along a hallway and turns into
their bedroom, where we see Fred and Renee sleeping. The
tape image then goes to snow.
Fred and Renee stare at the snowy TV picture. After a few
moments of silence, Renee gets up and switches off the set.
She is visibly shaken, trembling. She stares fearfully at
Fred who seems less disturbed.
RENEE:
We've got to call the police.
FRED:
All right.
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INT. THE MADISON HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY
Renee is on the telephone. Fred is pacing, smoking, behind
her.
RENEE:
...yes, I've been on hold for ten
minutes... I can't... All right,
thanks.
Renee looks around anxiously. Fred gives her his cigarette,
which she puffs on. He lights another and continues pacing.
RENEE:
Hello, yes... Good... My name is
Renee Madison... My husband is Fred
Madison, the jazz musician... we
live at 442 Hollis Street... Right...
442 Hollis... near the observatory...
Someone's been in the house... at
night... while we were sleeping... I
know because they sent, dropped off
a videotape... two videotapes... to
show us... That's right... Yes...
it... the second one... shows us
asleep... Someone broke in and taped
us while we slept!... Isn't that
enough?... Okay, sure... We will...
442 Hollis... Yes, we'll be here.
Renee hangs up.
FRED:
So?
RENEE:
Two detectives are coming out.
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INT. THE MADISON HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY
Two men in suits - the Detectives, ED and AL, are seated on
the couch, watching the last part of the second videotape.
The screen goes to snow and stays that way for several
moments, until Fred shuts it off.
FRED:
That's it.
ED:
Let's have a look at the hallway
outside the bedroom.
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INT. THE MADISON HOUSE - HALLWAY - DAY
All four of them go to the hallway, where Ed and Al look
around, especially up toward the ceiling.
AL:
Very strange.
RENEE:
What is?
AL:
The angle. The high angle shot on
the tape.
ED:
How'd the camera get so high like
that?
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