Lost Highway Page #6

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INT. ANDY'S HOUSE - NIGHT

A swinging party is in progress at Andy's house - the man

whose face we saw at the Luna Lounge with Renee. ANDY, 37

years old, a slick guy, is seen moving through the crowd,

making small talk, kissing and being kissed. The PEOPLE here

are wannabe players, the men mostly shady, gold-chain-

wearing, slightly unsavory types; the women dressed

provocatively, big hair and skin-tight dresses. Through

sliding glass doors we see nude and semi-nude people cavorting

in a swimming pool. Everyone has a drink in his or her hand.

Renee finishes her drink and hands the empty glass to Fred

who walks away with it. Andy grabs Renee, and dances with

her. They laugh and talk. Renee appears to be a bit

intoxicated.

Fred, who appears less than thrilled with the carryings on,

makes his way to the open bar where he orders two drinks.

When the drinks arrive he drains one of them completely,

then sets the empty glass down on the bar. Then he swallows

the other drink, too, and sets down the glass.

A MYSTERY MAN, tall, well-dressed and groomed, older than

Fred, approaches him.

MYSTERY MAN:

We've met before, haven't we?

FRED:

I don't think so. Where was it that

you think we've met?

MYSTERY MAN:

At your house. Don't you remember?

FRED:

(surprised)

No, no I don't. Are you sure?

MYSTERY MAN:

Of course. In fact, I'm there right

now.

FRED:

(incredulous)

What do you mean? You're where right

now?

MYSTERY MAN:

At your house.

FRED:

That's absurd.

The Mystery Man reaches into his coat pocket, takes out a

cellular phone and holds it out to Fred.

MYSTERY MAN:

Call me.

Fred snickers, like this is a bad joke. The Mystery Man puts

the phone into Fred's hand.

MYSTERY MAN:

Dial your number.

Fred hesitates, puzzled.

MYSTERY MAN:

Go ahead.

Fred shrugs, laughs, dials his number. We HEAR a pick up as

we stay on FRED'S FACE.

PHONE VOICE OF MYSTERY MAN

I told you I was here.

Fred, still holding the phone, stares at the man standing in

front of him.

FRED:

How did you do that?

The Mystery Man points to the phone.

MYSTERY MAN:

Ask me.

Fred, mirthful at first, as if it is a party trick of some

kind, suddenly turns serious - it's obvious he's thinking

now of the videotapes. He speaks into the phone.

FRED:

(angrily)

How did you get into my house?

PHONE VOICE OF MYSTERY MAN

You invited me. It's not my habit to

go where I'm not wanted.

Fred looks at the man in front of him, but speaks again into

the phone.

FRED:

Who are you?

The man laughs - identical laughs - both over the phone and

in person.

PHONE VOICE OF MYSTERY MAN

Give me my phone back.

The man in front of Fred reaches out his hand for the phone.

Fred hears the line go dead, and he slowly passes the phone

back to the Mystery Man who takes it, folds it, and puts it

in his pocket.

MYSTERY MAN:

It's been a pleasure talking to you.

The man walks away from Fred. Renee appears and comes up to

Fred.

RENEE:

I thought you were getting me a drink?

FRED:

Just a minute.

He takes Renee by the arm and goes over to the host of the

party, Andy. He grabs Andy and points across the room toward

the Mystery Man, who is engaged in conversation with OTHER

GUESTS.

FRED:

Andy, who is that guy?

ANDY:

(looking at the Mystery

Man)

I don't know his name. He's a friend

of Dick Laurent's, I think.

FRED:

Dick Laurent?

ANDY:

Yes, I believe so.

FRED:

(remembering something)

But Dick Laurent is dead, isn't he?

ANDY:

He is? I didn't think you knew Dick.

How do you know he's dead?

Andy and Renee exchange a worried look, which Fred does not

notice.

FRED:

I don't. I don't know him.

ANDY:

(angrily)

Dick can't be dead. Who told you he

was dead?

RENEE:

Honey, who?... Who's dead?

Fred takes Renee by the arm away from Andy.

FRED:

Let's go home.

RENEE:

But...

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