Sideways Page #36

Miles starts the car and begins to drive away. The guy tries

to keep up but can't, running barefoot on asphalt. Jack turns

to look --

OUT THE BACK WINDOW --

The guy recedes in the distance.

JACK:

removes the rings from the wallet.

JACK:

You did it! You f***ing did it!

They LAUGH and SLAP HANDS.

CLOSE ON MILES --

For all his failures, this time he did something right.

INT. MOTEL ROOM - DAY

The shades are drawn. Jack is CRASHED OUT on the bed, snoring

loudly. Miles folds his shirts and trousers -- readying his

bags for departure.

At one moment he stops and watches his friend sleep.

A KNOCK at the door. Miles goes to answer it, but once his

hand is on the knob, he pauses. If we're perceptive, we will

know he's hoping against hope that it's Maya.

He opens it. It's just the MAID with her big CART.

MAID:

Housekeeping.

OMIT.

EXT. 101 FREEWAY - DAY

The Saab enters the freeway and heads south.

INT./EXT. SAAB - DAY

Miles drives while Jack stares out the window, WATCHING THE

LANDSCAPE CHANGE as they leave wine country.

MILES:

Hey, Jack. Jack.

JACK:

Hrnrnrn?

MILES:

That was quite a day yesterday.

Jack's eyes close, but his lips spread into a smile.

JACK:

Yep. Quite a day.

MILES:

Quite a week.

EXT. 101 FREEWAY - DAY

A driving shot.

EXT. FILLING STATION - DAY

Miles pumps the gas, while nearby Jack stretches his legs.

As Miles puts the nozzle back in place --

JACK:

Want me to drive?

MILES:

No, I'm okay.

JACK:

Hey, why don't you invite Maya to

the wedding?

MILES:

Somehow I don't think inviting Maya

to your wedding is the right move.

In fact, after your bullshit, it's

going to be hard for me to even go

to the Hitching Post again.

JACK:

You're so negative.

Miles replaces the hose and screws on the gas cap.

JACK:

Come on, let me drive.

MILES:

I'm fine. You rest.

JACK:

I feel like driving.

INT. SAAB - DAY

As the car makes its way back toward the freeway, Jack looks

over at Miles and slows the car to a stop.

MILES:

What's wrong?

JACK:

Nothing. Buckle up, okay?

Miles obeys. Without hesitation, Jack accelerates and JUMPS

THE CURB, heading into --

EXT. VACANT LOT - CONTINUOUS

The Saab plows INTO A TREE.

INT. SAAB - CONTINUOUS

MILES:

What the f***!

JACK:

(pointing at his face)

You said it looked like a car

accident.

MILES:

What the f***!

JACK:

I'll pay for it.

EXT. VACANT LOT - DAY

They get out to inspect the damage. The hood is slightly

crumpled, and the front fender is bent.

MILES:

Look at this!

JACK:

I don't know. Doesn't look like

anybody got hurt in this one.

MILES:

Oh, no. Oh, Christ. No, you don't.

JACK:

You need a new car anyway.

Miles looks at his friend, incredulous.

JACK:

I said I'd pay for it.

MOMENTS LATER --

The trunk is open, and the guys are unloading their cases of

wine. Miles notices that one box is DRIPPING.

MILES:

You broke some.

JACK:

Whatever. Sorry.

MILES:

No, not whatever. You f***ing

derelict.

MOMENTS LATER --

Miles looks on as Jack hoists a FOUNDATION BLOCK toward the

open driver's door of the Saab.

JACK:

You ready?

Miles waves his hand in a gesture of "Get it over with."

Grunting with effort, Jack leans inside the car and drops

the foundation block onto the GAS PEDAL.

Direct hit! Jack leaps backward and hits the dirt just in

time.

Miles and Jack watch the driverless Saab race toward the

tree, its speed increasing. But just before hitting it, the

car drifts to one side and SAILS RIGHT PAST.

MILES:

Oh, f***!

The car zooms wildly across the vacant lot and, missing the

tree, continues on until CRASHING THROUGH A FENCE and finally

toppling headlong into a CEMENT TRENCH. Only the back of the

car remains visible.

The whole thing is finished in a matter of seconds. Still

frozen in place, Miles and Jack turn slowly to each other.

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