Gonein60Seconds,致命60秒

英文片名: gone in 60 seconds

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gone in 60 seconds

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 '

1

3)

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