英文片名: gone in 60 seconds
中文片名: 致命60秒
上映: 2000
by scott rosenberg
4/6/99
note! this is for educational purposes only and cannot be produced, distributed, performed, etc.
"i wonder," toad said to himself presently, "i wonder
if this sort of car starts easily?"
next moment, hardly knowing how it came about, he
found that he had hold of the handle and was turning
it. as the familiar sound broke forth, the old
passion seized on toad and completely mastered him,
body and soul ... he increased his pace, and as the
car devoured the street, he was only conscious
that he was toad once more, toad at his best and
highest. and he sped he knew not whither, fulfilling
his instincts, living his hour, reckless of what
might come to him... "
-- kenneth grahame, "the wind in the willows"
"all the redemption i can offer, girl, is beneath this dirty
hood... "
-- bruce springsteen, "thunder road"
fade in:
ext. long beach street - lower grand - night
the streets are empty. low fog skims the sidewalks below a gray stew
of a sky. it"s slightly fuzzy, slightly surreal. the vast port of los
angeles is visible in the b.g... no cars parked here ... no cars
except -
a "67 shelby mustang gt-500
silver with deep grill, its sculptured side panels ending in air
scoops ... all cock and balls, it stands alone in the lonely cool
before dawn ... an old-school totem to speed and style... and then
someone approaches...
through the mists of morning ... in leather coat and jack boots ...
he"s early 30s, with the vaguely whimsical confidence of a shimmer
that refuses to fade ...
this is randall raines, whom they call memphis - though know one"s
quite sure why ... but they do know he"s the auto-boost in southern
california ...
memphis approaches the mustang with a gathering awe ... like a desert
crash survivor coming upon an oasis ... he walks around it ...
admiring it ... adoring it ...
but then a firebird pulls up alongside him. its driver -
atley jackson, early 30s, handsome, jocular leans out for:
atley jackson
you gonna steal her or kneel down to
her and pray -- ?
memphis looks at him, still enthralled...
atley jackson (cont"d)
i know, i know ... it"s eleanor ...
just take her, slick. - -
and atley drives off slowly, memphis looks this way and that ...
no one about ... he removes a slim jim from a deep pocket in his
coat... he slims the door panel ... pops the button ... opens the
door ...
watch him work. quick as shit. a screwdriver appears another
pocket ... he pops the butterfly to the ignition
a ratchet appears... he strips the mechanism... now a gizmo - a,small
socket-like device - is pressed into the
ignition ... a twist of the wrist ... and the 320-bhp 289 v8 rumbles
like a jackhammer. the whole thing took 20 seconds.
he takes a cassette tape from another pocket ... slaps it into the
deck. bruce springsteen"s "ramrod" wails from the coaxials.
and memphis floors it... and off they tear...
the look on his face suggests a supreme satisfaction ... a grand
re-awakening of long-dormant pleasure centers ... a speed jones,
fixed and fumy ...
he slots in behind atley jackson"s firebird ... and slotting in
behind memphis, in a z-28, is donny astricky, mid-30s ...
on they go ... the fore and aft car providing escort...
except that, from seemingly out of nowhere --
a police car
appears behind them...
and donny instantly goes into diversionary tactic ... he races
through a stop sign ... and the cruiser"s bubbles flash on ... and
donny is pulled-over ... atley and memphis drive on in their
respective vehicles...
the uniform cop gets out of his car, goes to donny.
donny
problem, officer?
policeman
yes. you"re under arrest -- ?
donny
for running a stop sign?
policeman
for grand theft auto -
and off of donny"s look --
we go to memphis in the shelby... as four cruisers comes speeding
toward him, sirens wailing...
quick shots of memphis racing the shelby through the early morning
harbor town streets ... sirens peel ... memphis turns up the music
... pins the gas ... the chase is on ...
memphis maneuvers the mustang with a dazzling aplomb... memphis
gutterballing the car, skating the shoulder, the cops in heavy
pursuit ...
and now he"s picked up another cruiser... he passes atley jackson,
heading in the opposite direction... atley has picked-up a pair of
cruisers himself ...
memphis on a straightaway now, speeds up, feels the boost. but up
ahead, a roadblock has formed... how"d they get that deployed so
fast? and behind him, the unmarks blaze ...
guns his bitch... straight at the roadblock .. three cruisers and
a portable wooden barricade... memphis pins her ... zooooom! dead-on
to the roadblock ...
and, at the last moment, as the cops dive out of the way, memphis
bangs the gear shift into neutral -- yanks the parking brake --
and the mustang spins on the straight -- screeching spin ... and
memphis takes the hard left ...
and he"s managed to outrun them... finding himself above lower
grand... looking down ...
he can see the secondary pursuit down below ... atley being
chased... in the distance - atley is launched from the shoulder,
the firebird rolling down a drainage culvert ...
landing with a sickening thud on its back. memphis is horrified.
ext. lower grand - later
rescue team presence. atley being hauled out of the wreck... his
leg is a torn mess ... he"s barely conscious... a cuffed donny
astricky is dragged to a waiting cruiser ...
a police car pulls up ... and out steps
detective roland castlebeck
of g.r.a.b. the governor"s regional auto-theft bureau. castlebeck
is mid-50s, black, saturnine. - but don"t let the tacit nobility
fool you - the man"s a street viper ...
castlebeck goes to another cop - hawkings..
hawkings
astricky. and jackson. no sign of
raines...
detective castlebeck
well, then it"s all for naught,
ain"t it, hawkings?
castlebeck looks out over the mess ... and then looks up...
because, further down lower grand, a car is parked. it is the
shelby. with memphis leaning against its hood...
castlebeck looks around him, but no one"s noticed. so he walks
toward it, hand on hip...
detective castlebeck
i know you --
memphis
you know my back -
detective castlebeck
you want to come along quiet?
memphis
how"s atley -- ?
detective castlebeck
leg"s all banged-up. he made a
stupid play ... he"ll limp around
the yard up at folsom. but
astricky will be there to take
care of him. with their priors,
they"re looking at a serious bounce --
memphis
let them go --
detective castlebeck
how"s that?
memphis
let them go. and i"ll leave ...
detective castlebeck
you"ll leave -- ?
memphis
you don"t have anything on me. a
misdee auto-theft. i got no record.
i"ll be out in three days, and back at
it. or you let them go, and i give
you my word. i"m gone. and without the
ringleader ... your tee-times have
just grown exponentially...
detective castlebeck
i don"t golf...
and they stare at each other, as castlebeck considers.
detective castlebeck (cont"d)
i do this. and i see you again. i"ll
come after you with everything i got.
you won"t be able to steal a glance
at a blind man without me by your side ...
memphis
you have my word...
detective castlebeck
get out of here, then. now.
and memphis makes to get into the shelby...
detective castlebeck
leave the car, randall ...
memphis nods ... takes one last look at the shelby... sorry to
leave it behind ... and he runs off into the mists of lower
grand ...
castlebeck walks back toward the crime-scene tumult ...
detective castlebeck
arright, let lim go. cite him for
rolling the stop ... and cite old
atley for driving to endanger ...
hawkings
what are you talking about, rollie? we"re
springing "em? just like that?
detective castlebeck
just like that. quit your bellyaching,
hawkings ... and let"s wrap this up ...
and off of donny"s surprised look, as springsteen wails to
crescendo and we
cut to:
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 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.
cut to:
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 shit
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 ...
int. warehouse
tumbler studies his watch... now he"s a little concerned ... he
looks up ... atley is glaring at him...
atley jackson
something wrong, tumbler -- ?
tumbler
yeah. i"m missing springer --
and then the lotus pulls into the warehouse... tumbler flashes
atley a "told-you-so" smile... kip and mirror man get out of the
car...
kip walks over to a clipboard with a magic marker tethered to it
... it is a list of cars ... he draws a black line through "13)
1996 lotus esprit v8"... the others are clocking the car...
atley jackson
she"ll go 0 to 60 in 4.9 seconds --
mirror man
i can vouch for that.
tumbler passes out 40 oz.s ... the vibe is celebratory...
tumbler
thirteen down ... thirty-seven to go ...
kip
no problem -
bottles are clinked... beer is sipped ... only, a hot white
spotlight bores through the skylight ... and the whup-whup of the
chopper"s rotors... and now the sounds of sirens ... and the
thuggish man gets to his feet ...
thuggish man
let"s get outta here -- !
and they do... heading out the back ... it"s tough for atley with
his limp ... on the way out:
atley jackson
now you gone and done it, raines
and they flee ...
int. warehouse - later - night
a half-dozen police cars. the chopper does the usual
spotlight-trailing... it"s turned into a total pig
circus ... a car pulls to a stop ... and out steps detective
roland castlebeck, whom we remember from our opening...
int. warehouse
castlebeck surmises the take ... the cars ... his partner
detective drycoff - a sneering irish boy with zero patience -
comes out from the back ...
detective drycoff
they"re gone...
castlebeck nods ... looks at the cars ...
int. "l.n. orr automotive" - independence - dusk
memphis goes through invoices in the cluttered back office. when a
brand new purple mercedes slk, windows tinted, pulls in out front.
it looks oddly anachronistic here in independence. memphis senses
danger. he goes out. budgy and his dog are here... budgy looks
spooked... tom, too ...
memphis
what"s going on -- ?
and standing there, by the mercedes, like a wraith, is atley
jackson, in long leather coat, smoking a cigarette ... as out of
place here as a maggot on a muffin...
atley jackson
well, well, well ...
and he begins to sing...
atley jackson (cont"d)
(andy griffith theme)
da-doo-doo-doo-da-doo-doo-doo, etc.
(laughs)
are you kidding me, man -- ?
memphis
hello, atley ...
atley jackson (re: sign)
l.n. orr. i get it. clever ...
memphis studies him...
memphis
how"s the leg?
atley jackson
only hurts when i breathe. lookit
you. where are barney fife and aunt
bea hanging out? and opie ... where"s
opie at?
he laughs some more ... chain-lights his cig ...
memphis
what are you doing here?
atley jackson
is there someplace we can talk?
memphis looks at him...
memphis
what about?
atley jackson
about your brother. and the deeeep
shit he"s in --
int. teddy"s tavern - night
a barmaid sets down a pitcher of beer and two mugs...
waitress
there you go --
memphis
thanks, donna --
she leaves... atley is staring at him... memphis shrugs...
atley jackson
it"s been a long time, memphis --
memphis
six years ...
atley jackson
six years. shit. time flies, don"t it?
six years ago we were fartin" through
armani and pissin" cristal.
now look at us ...
memphis
tell me about kip -
atley takes a sip of his beer,...
atley jackson
he took a job. and he fumbled it.
now he"s jammed-up. jammed-up bad...
memphis
what kind of job... ?
atley jackson
a boost. a big boost ...
memphis
a boost? what"s kip doing on a boost?
atley frowns ... looks at him...
atley jackson
you"re shittin", right?
clearly memphis is not ...
atley jackson (cont"d)
kip"s become quite the little
crewrunner since you left. he"s been
working a low-rent ring for
two years now. you don"t talk to
your ma?
memphis
it seems she neglected to mention it
atley jackson
maybe she don"t know. although i don"t
see how that could be. maybe she didn"t
want to upset you -
memphis
don"t feel the need to explore my family
dynamics, atley...
atley jackson
the point is: kip"s been living the
life. only he"s a wild child. crazy.
makes our old behavior seem like
altar boy time. but he fungold this
one so bad, folks around l.b.
are already speakin" about him in
the past tense.
memphis takes a beat ... sips at his brew ... then:
memphis
who was the job for?
atley jackson
who do you think?
memphis waits ... in no mood for guessing games ...
atley jackson (cont"d)
calitri, man. raymond "the carpenter"
calitri ... your favorite and mine ...
which means nothing to us ... though the look on memphis, face
speaks volumes ...
atley jackson (cont"d)
i just thought you should know,
man. i kind of had a feeling you
didn"t. but i should tell you:
i"m working for him now - the
carpenter - so if you see him, you
won"t mention me coming to get
you... like i said: i just thought
... i owed you ... and that it was
the right thing to do ...
memphis nods ... his face clenched in despair. we fade to black,
as a super on-screen reads: part 1: stolen moments
we pre-lap j. geils band"s "hard-drivin" man" and cut to:
three plates of bacon, eggs and hash browns
placed on the service deck by a short-order cook...
int. ruby"s all-nite - long beach - night
a 24-hour diner in the heart of long beach... the three plates are
picked-up with an impressive dexterity by
helen raines
early 60s, clear-eyed... in pink ruby"s uniform and chunky
shoes... black currant hair striated with wisps of gray... helen
delivers the plates to a booth of college kids ...
kid
can i get some more coffee -- ?
helen raines
sure, hon ...
and she goes to the coffee station... when
memphis (o.s.)
who"s a guy gotta know to get a tuna
melt in this joint -- ?
and she turns around to see memphis standing there. her expression
displays many things ... most of them joy ...
memphis (cont"d)
hello, ma --
and she goes to memphis ... wraps her arms around him ... squeezes
tight ...
helen raines (cont"d)
oh, randall ...
she takes his head in her hands ... kisses his cheek ... then the
other... hugs on ... unmindful of the customers ... the cook
smiles from behind the order wheel ...
cook
what"s the word, memphis -- ?
memphis
how ya doing, ruby -- ?
helen raines
come, come, come ...
and she leads him over to a booth ... barking to the cook - ruby -
on the way...
helen raines (cont"d)
tuna melt on pumpernickel. provolone,
extra tomato, dijon... and a chocolate
milk... lots of syrup...
(to memphis)
right?
memphis
right ...
and they settle in ... across the booth from each other ... she
takes his hands...
helen raines
you look good...
memphis
you, too, ma...
helen raines
what are you doing back?
memphis
how"s kip?
and helen flushes, a bit ashamed maybe ...
helen raines
have you seen him?
memphis
no.
helen raines
oh.
memphis
atley jackson came to see me ...
helen raines
atley jackson. how is that one?
how"s the leg... ?
he looks at her ... beat ...
memphis
why didn"t you tell me?
helen raines
i couldn"t. i didn"t want you to
worry. i thought held sort himself
out. i hardly see him. he comes and
goes. he"s in trouble, isn"t he?
memphis
he"s in some trouble ...
helen raines
i knew it. he"s changed, randall. he"s a
different boy. he"s lost that... that
sweetness ... it"s gone ... and i don"t
know what to do ...
memphis
you getting my checks ... ?
helen raines
of course ...
angle - ruby. he"s on the phone in the kitchen...one eye
on memphis and helen --
ruby
detective castlebeck... it"s me ...
yeah... you ain"t never gonna guess
who just come in to visit his ma --
back to - memphis and helen raines ...
helen raines (cont"d)
you haven"t spoken to him in a
while, i guess...
memphis
he doesn"t return my calls. or my
letters ...
helen raines
kipling was sixteen when you left, baby.
i don"t know what you remember of him.
but you should brace yourself
and, on her sad smile, we pre-lap sammy hagar"s "i can"t drive 55"
and slam cut to:
int. "the side pocket" - pool hall - night
a dozen tables... smells of blue chalk and whiskey... the juke box
cranked... we take it to the back of the joint ... where kip, and
tumbler and mirror man are knocking a rack... freb sits nearby,
with a few badly made-up girls...
tumbler
... so ... it"s my new move ... it"s called
"the stranger." what i do is, i sit on
my hand for 10 minutes. till it falls
asleep. till it"s good and numb. no feeling.
and then i jerk off.
girl
that"s disgusting -
freb
what"s the point, man -- ?
tumbler
cos it"s like you"re bein" done by a stranger
... it rocks ... it"s the power move of the
new millennium...
he sinks another ball. a kid, 15, toby - comes up to them.
toby
hey, kip, what"s up?
kip
what do you say, toby?,
toby
i"m cool -
tumbler
what do you want, shithead?
toby
why you gotta front me like that? i"m
talking to kip --
tumbler
why don"t you leave him alone?
toby
i known kip longing than you, man ...
tumbler
oooh, ain"t you the lucky duck --
freb
any word, kip -- ?
kip
no ... and they won"t take my calls ...
freb
what does that mean -- ?
kip
it ain"t what you"d call a "good sign"
he groks their fear...
kip (cont"d)
look - we managed to get 13 in a week.
we just gotta step it up ...
freb
but we only got till friday. that"s
four days. and we lost the 13. so"s
we gotta start over ...
kip looks at him...
kip
that, too ...
(off of freb"s look of fright)
don"t sweat it, freb. we"re cool.
angle the front door. for memphis has entered. he
clocks the room. sees them at the rear ... walks back
kip
it can be done, man. we just gotta
step it up... it"s a challenge ...
mirror man
the challenge is not to get our nuts
cut-off and shoved down our throats ...
tumbler
can i help you, pal -- ?
and kip looks up ... to see memphis there ...
memphis
hey, kip ...
kip
hello, memphis --
tumbler
"memphis?" you"re memphis?
memphis
that"s right...
tumbler
damn. damn, damn, damn ...
freb
memphis. holy shit. it"s an honor,
man --
and he pumps his hand... memphis continues to stare at kip
kip
it"s good to see ya, man. you changed
your look -
memphis
you, too
hold the stare... the others are excited...
freb
what are you doing back, memphis?
memphis
little visit. check on the family.
kip
it"s nice to see ya, man -
he smiles ... memphis eyeballs him... toby is there ...
toby
hey, memphis. remember me? toby
walker. i live next door ...
memphis
sure. hey, toby. you grew up
toby
yeah, i"m cool ...
and memphis turns back to kip, who"s picked up a pool cue.
kip
who"s got next game -- ?
and he makes to rack "em up ... then:
mirror man
i get it. you ain"t gotta be a genius:
memphis come back to save our bacon!
tumbler
shut-up, mirror man --
freb
izzat true? you come back to save our
bacon?
mirror man
of course it"s true. he come to save
his brother"s dangling ass --
kip
that can"t be it. cos we don"t need
saving
freb
we don"t -- ?
memphis
he give you an advance -- ?
mirror man
hell, yeah. ten larger man
kip shoots him a look... as if he"s spoken out of turn ...
memphis
you just give "im back the money.
all"s well...
the others look glum... kip laughs ... long and hard...
kip
"give lim back the money." "give "im
back the money..." be nice. if only
we didn"t drink the money. and smoke
the money. and buy nikes with the
money. and sony play stations with the
money. and dirty girls with the
money...
and kip sinks a ball ... memphis looks at the others ... they
nod... it"s true ... the money"s gone ...
kip
but don"t worry, man. things are all
sweetness and light here...
tumbler
things are all leafy and suburban ...
mirror man
the hell they are --
kip
sure they are. although we do appreciate the
gesture, memphis. but we do got it handled...
and it was nice to see you -- -
memphis nods ... looks at all of them... smiles ... and then
reaches out, grabbing kip by the collar, yanking him to his feet
and in close, nose to nose ...
memphis
you listen to me, baby brother. you fancy
yourself some reat neat tough guy scumbum,
well, woop-tee-doo, little puppy with a
poundcake. but i remember the days when you
used to steal my colorforms and eat "em...
so you can"t stop me from saving your
"dangling ass" if that"s what i feel like
doing...
and with that, he shoves kip back down into his seat, toppling the
table, bottles and glasses crashing... and barrels away from them,
the crowd parting like a wound...
kip"s crew left stunned, flustered, and maybe a bit impressed...
tumbler
damn... homeboy"s on the dazzle ...
and, off of kip"s furious look, we cut to:
ext. long beach harbor - night
a chill in the air. memphis walks toward a range of lowslung
buildings ...
ext. woodburn scrap and metal - night
a virtual cityscape of dismantled automobile carcasses, piled up
high for as far as the eye can see ... a huge fork lift scoops up
a wreck and hauls it over to the crusher... watch as the car is
flattened, for easy shelving ...
midnight auto nonpareil ... to one side of the yard is a garage:
watch as a honda accord, with a bloody windshield, enters the
garage. a young mexican kid driving.
a sign: "lock your car or it may be gone in 60 seconds!"
int. garage - chop shop
a car is chopped ... pulled apart ... fenders, doors, panels,
interiors, air bags ...
ext. woodburn scrap and metal - front entrance
memphis knocks on the door ... a dog-faced man opens it ...
dog-face
yeah -- ?
memphis
randall raines to see mr. calitri ...
int. woodburn scrap and metal
memphis follows dog-face to the back of this building. follows him
into another room. which is
a workshop
an enormous woodworking shop, fully tricked-out with state-of-the-
art table saws and drill presses, jointers and power planes.
an antique treadle lathe stands in one corner. a stock layout of
expensive woods - oak, birch, maple, cherry, mahogany - is stacked
against the rear wall ...
jars and bottles and cakes of glues, resins, stains and bleaches
cram a shelf unit ... there"s a man here, at a band saw. this is
raymond calitri, 59 ...
he wears an apron, protective glasses and a lopsided sneer. a
richard widmark motherfucker - with the diamond hard look of a
cobra. the liegelord of downtown...
and now he works the a hand saw, making critical cross-cuts on a
wide panel of maple ... atley jackson is here as well ... as noisy
as it is out in the yard, in here, once the door is closed, it"s
as silent-as a tomb...
a bank of monitors on one wall show the cars being crushed and
disassembled in the yard. memphis is led into the room.
calitri nods and dog-face leaves the room... calitri smiles ...
examines his fresh cut...
calitri
randall raines ... it"s been a long time ...
(looks at his clothes;)
frowns)
"though i do i recall you as a man
with style. you remember your old
friend, atley -- ?
memphis
how ya doing?
atley jackson
good to see you, memphis --
calitri
so. what do we owe the honor -- ?
memphis
it"s about my brother ... kip...
calitri
yes ... kip ...
he says the name like other men say "cancer." the phone on
his desk blinks. calitri picks it up. listens. looks at
one of the monitors. where the mexican man is talking to
several calitri employees. calitri hangs up...
calitri
excuse me one moment, randall ...
and he picks up a mortise chisel on his way out. palming it ...
int. garage - the mexican man
is sobbing. as raymond calitri marches toward him, glancing at the
bloodied windshield.
calitri
you bring this to me in this
condition? blood and guts all
over it? you make me complicit?
on my property? who taught you
how to think? and worst of all:
weren"t there supposed to be two
hondas?
thief
please ...
and calitri, rapid-fire, punctures the man"s belly and chest and
legs with the chisel, old-school prison-shiv style ... until the
man is on the floor, howling ...
calitri
stupid sonuvabitch...
int. calitri"s workshop
memphis can-see this from one of the monitors. he looks at
atley...
atley jackson
car-jacker. neglected to clean up after
himself ...
memphis
jesus ...
atley jackson
the business has changed...
calitri is back, wiping the sweat from his brow with a rag.
calitri
now. where were we? oh, yes. kip.
memphis
i don"t want him hurt...
calitri looks at him, then waves a hand around the shop...
calitri
i"m proud of this work. the bird
feeder. the wagon wheel planter.
the dollhouse. the drop-leaf movable
server...
he gestures to each item - exquisitely-rendered woodwork. then
gestures to the yard...
calitri (cont"d)
metal. steel. it"s cold. ugly. wood
is warm. clean. provided by nature.
to see a piece of furniture take shape.
it"s like watching a child grow ...
memphis glances to atley... atley shrugs ...
memphis
i"m sure you"re working your way to
the point. i"ll wait right here ...
calitri blinks. smiles. nods...
calitri
my point. yes. simple, really. i require
the best. i insist on the best. i only
engage the best. your brother. his
friends. they came to me. they wanted my
paper. he was your brother. you were the
best. now. they"ve brought so much
goddamn heat down, i may not be able to
fill this order. which would be very bad
for me. which in turn, is very bad for
them...
memphis
i could kill you. that occurred to me.
when i first heard about this. that i
would kill you ...
calitri
grow up. you don"t kill people like me.
people like me die in their sleep at
87 ... do you know why? because if
you did kill me, and everyone knew it
was you - for the next ten years they"d
be finding pieces of those you love
scattered all over california ...
memphis nods, notes a pistol, resting on a shelf nearby.
calitri (cont"d)
no, no. you don"t kill me, because
you can"t. you don"t take your brother
and run, because we"d find him. you
don"t go to the-police, because we have
friends there, too. you do nothing:
except deal with me.
memphis eyes him...
memphis
i can come up with the front money.
pay you back...
calitri
were it only that easy. i have
obligations. the order needs to be
filled...
calitri takes a manila envelope from his desk... hands it to
memphis, who takes out the single sheet of paper inside.
calitri (cont"d)
on that list, you"ll find fifty cars.
fifty. five-zero. they range in
age from the 1956 ford thunderbird
to the 1999 toyota camry; and in
expense from the 1993 volkswagen
jetta to the 1988 lamborghini
countach. fifty cars. five-zero.
memphis scans the list ... looks up at calitri ...
calitri (cont"d)
there is a container ship in long
beach harbor. pier 14. ready to be
loaded with 4-car-per shipping
containers, false-walled and
customsprofiled as motor oil
designated. the ship leaves in four
days for south america and the
men who"ve tendered me this contract ...
memphis
they gave you only four days?
calitri
they gave me two weeks. i wasted most of it
with your brother and his crew, who not
only lost what pitiful few they managed
to boost, but also alerted the heat as to our
endeavor, making this even more difficult
to achieve ...
memphis scans the list ...
calitri (cont"d)
four days. 50 cars. i"m paying 200
thousand dollars ...
now memphis looks up...
memphis
i"m not interested --
calitri
i knew you"d say that.
memphis
i"m just here about my brother.
calitri
i knew you"d say that, too --
calitri smiles ... memphis "looks at him... at atley realizing
the trap ...
memphis
sound it out for me.
calitri
your brother has four days. fifty
cars. five-zero. for that he gets
200 large ...
memphis
and if he doesn"t make it -- ?
calitri goes to one corner of the shop... takes a tarp off
of a full couch mahogany casket...
calitri
i made this, too. my first one.
brass extension handles, not plated.
the coverings are silk, not rayon.
expensive hardwood. and lined with
spray green lorraine crepe ...
memphis waits, knowing where this is going --
calitri (cont"d)
yes, yes. i made it for young kip. in
case he fails. at 8:00 friday morning,
if that ship sets off without my
fifty ... kip will take up permanent
residence in this box ...
calitri wall switch and the a corrugated steel sliding door is
raised, revealing a loading dock facing the back of the yard... two
men are working out there... digger and butz scuzzy dudes, mid-30s
and dressed in dirty coveralls ...
calitri (cont"d)
come here for a second, boys --
and they come over --
digger
evenin", mr. c. --
calitri
digger, butz: let me introduce
you to randall raines. used to
head up the dandiest ring in
southern cal. left us
for parts unknown. randall, this
is digger. and that"s butz -
digger
hi, randall --
memphis says nothing. calitri grins ... nods to digger an butz,
who go back to work...
calitri
digger and butz will be in charge of burial.
they"re good boys ...
memphis" look is cold and furious ... plaintive:
memphis
i don"t want them hurt. any of "em...
calitri
"don"t want" the dodgers to lose or
the summer to end. but we
don"t get to choose these things...
atley hits the wall-switch and the steel door slides shut. calitri
turns to memphis...
calitri (cont"d)
"nothing that"s forced can ever be
right." old woodworking expression.
i really don"t care how the 50
get onto my ship ... i just care
that they do. you decide.
with that, he puts his protective glasses back on - and fires up
an abrasive-disc-finishing machine, adjusting the miter gage and
beginning to sand the outside curve of an angled chamfer.
ext. helen raines" house - establishing - night
a small new england-style shingle and clapboard, up on a hill
overlooking the port. a small guest-house behind it ...
int. helen raines" house
helen clears away the dinner dishes ... the tv is on. the news. we
see a crime scene ...
reporter
... the car-jacking, which left ramona
sullivan, the 44-year-old mother of
three, dead, occurred last night at ...
memphis glances to the tv... grimaces ... he looks out the window
... at the sedan parked below...
ext. raines" house - night
memphis comes out ... moves to the sedan parked across the street
... it is detectives castlebeck and drycoff...
detective castlebeck
i know you.
memphis
you know my back.
they get out of the car... the view of san pedro from up here is a
spectacular bedspread of lights ...
detective drycoff
when"d you get to town, raines?
memphis
the other day....
detective drycoff
what for?
memphis
no particular reason. catch a laker game. i
heard we got shaquille ...
detective drycoff
where you been, anyway?
memphis
just out there. roaming around. building up my
collection of refrigerator magnets ...
detective drycoff
you seem a little hinked-up ...
memphis
not at all ...
he and castlebeck lock eyes ... castlebeck takes a pear from his
coat pocket ... sets to polishing it ...
detective castlebeck
i remember us having made some
kind of deal, randall. i don"t
remember this deal having some kind
of time-limit. i look at you -
here - in my town - and i"m
confused...
memphis
a little family emergency --
detective castlebeck
i hope it"s not your dear sweet
mother...
memphis
no...
detective castlebeck
or your baby brother. what was his
name?
memphis
kip.
detective castlebeck
yes, kip. short for kipling.
named for the english writer
of stories about india ...
he bites into his pear ...
memphis says nothing, waits ...
detective castlebeck (cont"d)
i got a rash of thefts. a new crew is
making noise. we recovered a big take -
last week...
memphis
and this has what to do with me?
detective castlebeck
i don"t know. but you shouldn"t
be here. take care of your business.
i"ll give you 24 hours. and
then i don"t want to see your face.
ever again. make a fool of me
once, that"s my bad. make a fool of
me twice. that"s really my
bad, and i"ll kick your ass from
here to india ...
castlebeck gives him a long look... as they walk back to the car...
detective castlebeck
good. cos you know how it plays.
six years ago, i let you go free. but
the next time ... the next time sends
you away for"a long, long while ...
detective drycoff
by the time you get out, asshole, there
won"t even be cars. we"ll all be cruisin"
around in space ships ...
he laughs... and they drive off ... memphis watching them go ...
once they"re gone... he walks ...
ext. "the side pocket" - back alley exit - night
kip comes out of the club... toby follows ...
toby
you goin" home?
kip
yeah... you want a ride...
toby
sure -
kip
how"d you get here? your moms give you
ride -- ?
toby
hell, no. i boosted a "vette.
kip
you boosted a "vette? then where is it?
toby
i dunno. it was right here. someone
musta" boosted it back...
kip
damn crooks is everywhere --
they smile...and go to kip"s trans am...
toby (cont"d)
memphis seemed weird, huh? what"s with
them clothes? he a farmer now or
something?
and this seems funny to kip... he smiles..
kip
yeah. except the only thing he"s growing
is old...
and they are fronted by two goons ... who toss them up against the
wall...
kip (cont"d)
what do you want -- ?
one of the goons socks toby in the gut. toby doubles over. kip
strains to intervene, but his goon holds him back --
kip
don"t you do that! you leave him alone!
goon
shaddup, raines
kip
he"s got nothing to do with this --
and the goon punches him in the face. and kip goes down. and out.
goon
get him in the car
ext. woodburn scrap and metal - night
kip comes to. in his car. hot white lights blind him. the trans
am is in the crusher. figures above him. calitri. the goons ...
calitri
hello, kip --
kip tries to get out. the doors are pinned by the forklift.
kip
lemme out of this --
calitri
were it only that easy --
kip
we can still do it --
calitri nods ... and the crusher presses ... the roof caves a bit
... kip is close to scrunch ...
calitri
no you can"t. flies on sherbert is what you
remind me of. because just being attracted
to something, doesn"t mean you belong...
int. calitri"s woodshop
atley is here, watching calitri and kip. one of the monitors. he"s
miserable. but there is nothing he can do.
ext. scrapyard - night
kip continues to struggle free...
kip
listen, calitri --
calitri
call me "ray." better yet: call me
"asshole." cos that"s how you"ve
treated me --
kip
i get out of this i"m gonna fuck
you up --
calitri does have to admire the stones on the kid. but. another
nod. another crusher-press. another scrunch...
kip (cont"d)
calitri -- !
nothing. silence. kip peers through the slit that the
side window has become ... only they are gone ... and there
is another awful noise ... kip strains to discern its
origin ... only he can"t get the angle ...
we can. it"s a huge crane, tipped with a gripping claw... it is
maneuvered over the trans am... grasps it. . . and lifts it
into the air ... kip, terrified, inside ...
and, as the crane dangles the trans am toward the black waters of
the harbor, we cut to:
int. helen raines" house - kitchen
memphis is at the kitchen table. the list of cars before him. he"s
making notations. he gets to his feet ... he goes to check on his
mother ... she"s asleep in her room... he closes the door ...
and goes back to the kitchen. he goes to a framed photograph - of
he and kip. earlier times. happier times.
when there is an enormous thud! from outside. memphis goes to a
window. sees a ramp truck unloading a gnarled blob of metal.
memphis runs outside. just as the ramp truck drives off ...
memphis goes to the mangled trans am... leans down ... and there"s
kip ... seriously smooshed in the flattened car.
memphis
kip -- ?
kip
yeah ...
memphis
you all right -- ?
kip
i think so. there"s things i can"t
feel right now. like my feet. but ...
you think you can get me outta this,
memphis? i"d appreciate it -
memphis
just hold-on there --
memphis goes to the garage ... finds a crowbar, an acetylene
torch, tin-snips ... he goes back to the wrecked car... and sets
to work... he looks at kip ... shakes his head...
memphis (cont"d)
so you want to run that part by me
again about things being "all
sweetness and light..."
kip
this has nothing to do with any
of that --
memphis
oh. you maybe have more than one
enemy who owns a car-crusher -- ?
kip
all my enemies own car crushers.
it"s like a pre-requisite ... owwww...
memphis
easy ... take it easy ... we"re almost
there...
indeed... memphis has freed him ... kip crawls from the wreckage
... his clothes in tatters... blood seeps from a variety of
contusions ... he limps ... memphis helps him to the guest house
...
int. kip"s guest house - later - night
small, cluttered... posters of kurt cobain, a skying kobe bryant,
pamela anderson, two nude girls draped over a glittering
lamborghini espada, etc. there"s a fish tank... and a big-screen
tv, on which the lakers are currently defending a high-speed
boston celtic fast-break...
memphis sits on a ratty couch before the tv... kip comes out of
the bedroom... he"s changed clothes ... he wears clunky fur-lined
moon boots, leopard-skin speedos and a tshirt ... he looks
slightly ridiculous...
throughout the scene, memphis should be studying kip, as if he"s
seeing him for the very first time ... and waiting for the
inevitable crack...
memphis
you okay -- ?
kip
totally. i"m fine. you want a beer,
man -- ?
memphis
sure --
and kip limps toward the refrigerator ... he comes back with two
beers ... hands one to memphis ... glances at the tv --
kip
you like kobe"s game? i do. you
think he"s heir apparent to mj? i do.
he speaks fluent italian, you know? so he"s
got that going for him --
and a cut on kip"s forehead starts to bleed ... kip grabs a towel
... presses it to his head --
memphis
you sure you"re okay -- ?
kip
yeah, man. where is your beer?
memphis holds it up ... kip nods ... there are a pile of ignitions
on the table ... kip picks one up, absently begins trying to strip
it...
kip
cool. so you"re living up north?
memphis
yeah -
kip
i heard you were pumping gas -
memphis
something like that -
kip
you"re kind of cultivating a new look.
memphis
yeah --
beat ... they watch the game ... kip replaces the soaked towel
with another ...
memphis (cont"d)
maybe you need a stitch --
kip
nah. it"s a scratch.
memphis
okay --
beat ...
kip
hey, you want something to eat ?
memphis
what do you got ... ?
and kip hoists himself painfully to his feet ... limps over to the
"fridge ... memphis watches him, a slight grin at kip"s attempt at
cool ... kip peers into the "fridge ...
kip
not much. i got olives. you like
olives?
kalamata olives rule, i think. ma likes
the calabrese. it"s more mellow