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[Conversation fragments over CB radio]
[Phone rings]
LEWIS: [Voiceover] Hello?
VENNA: [Voiceover] For the first time, l see myself through somebody else's eyes.
lt was completely claustrophobic.
Big surprise.
TRUCKER: [Over CB] Aren't we due for a hell of a downpour?
TRUCKER 2: [Over CB] Hear they had a speed trap set up.
VENNA: No one ever said freshman year would go by so fast.
LEWIS: At Ieast CoIorado has seasons. BerkeIey is Iike summer aII year.
VENNA: Am l keeping you on the phone?
LEWIS: No, not at aII. So, what's David doing this summer?
VENNA: l don't know. Who cares? LEWIS: What?
VENNA: Sorry l didn't tell you before. l just felt a little strange.
What? I don't understand.
VENNA: We broke up.
He's been acting serious and weird.
How? He was getting serious and weird?
VENNA: l told you what he was like.
DANNY: Lewis, it's 3:00 a.m. I've got a finaI tomorrow.
I'm sorry. I'II be quieter.
VENNA: Lewis?
I'm sorry.
LEWIS: So what happened?
VENNA: He kept Iooking at me as if, you know...
...he totaIIy thought he knew me, which he so obviousIy didn't.
Then he started crying, which...
...sealed the deal.
You made him cry.
VENNA: l broke up with him. Wouldn't you cry?
Listen, you're cute, but you're not that cute.
VENNA: l was kidding.
WeII, I'm not in the mood to go home.
I wish I had a car, then I couId just get there graduaIIy...
...and decompress a little bit, you know?
If you had a car, you couId stop by CoIorado...
...and pick me up.
VENNA: We'd have an adventure. Two of us and a windshield.
I have a car.
No, you don't.
LEWIS: Yeah. Didn't l tell you?
No.
WeII, I got one.
[PuIsating rock soundtrack]
-Sexy choice. -Yeah?
CAR SALESMAN: Yeah. Vintage 1971, ChrysIer Newport.
[Rock soundtrack continues]
LEWIS: [Voiceover] l'm not flying back. l bought a car so l'm driving.
LEWIS' MOTHER: By yourself?.
LEWIS: No. Actually, l was thinking about picking up Venna.
Mom?
LEWIS' MOTHER: Sorry. Sorry. That's great, Lewis.
LEWIS: What's the matter?
LEWIS' MOTHER: Your brother just called.
He was arrested again. Drunk and disorderly.
Where? In San Diego?
LEWIS' MOTHER: Salt Lake City.
Don't worry. lt's not your problem.
LEWIS: [Voiceover] What did Dad say?
LEWIS' MOTHER: He didn't even want to talk to Fuller.
He said if he hasn't grown up yet, it's never going to happen.
LEWIS: [Voiceover] Fuller.
LEWIS' MOTHER: l know.
l miss him, too.
[Siren bIares]
LEWIS: Before you start writing-- OFFICER: License, pIease. Registration.
My brother's in jaiI. I haven't seen him in aImost five years.
I'm driving 200 miIes out of my way to heIp him out.
So that U-turn was based on a whoIe good-deed scenario.
I'm aIso writing you up for a broken taiIIight.
I have one of those?
FULLER: I'm aware of how frustrating the prison system in this country is.
Repeat offenders, the un-rehabilitated.
I watch American Justice with BiII Kurtis. But I'm different.
l'm reformed. You know, l'm strong.
Officer WiIkins, this is my pIedge to you.
You wiII not be seeing me again. Two strikes are enough for FuIIer Thomas.
Hey.
FULLER: You Iook...
...taII. TaIIer than me.
How's it going?
A Iot better now.
Kid. Goddamn.
You came aII the way to SaIt Lake just for me?
TechnicaIIy, you are stiII my brother.
Hey, this is my brother.
FULLER: Look at you, man. GUARD: Mr. Thomas?
FULLER: Thank you for coming. LEWIS: You're weIcome.
FULLER: Thank you. GUARD: Sign out, pIease.
You're weIcome.
Listen, I'm supposed to pick up a friend...
...and I'm running kind of Iate.
I just wanted to see how you were doing...
...and take you where you need to go because I need to hit the road.
Where are you going?
BouIder, CoIorado. Then I'm going home.
-Perfect. That's great. -What?
FULLER: You know, with the exception of the seat spring piercing my ass...
...this ride is excellent.
FULLER: So, who are you picking up?
-Venna. She's a friend from back home. -Wait, the bIinker?
That girI from the Heights? The one who...
...aII day Iong?
-No, you haven't seen her in years. -You're fucking her?
What question is more Iegit than that?
Look, we're just friends, okay?
Okay, you're not fucking her. But you want to.
-You don't know what you're taIking about. -I don't?
AII right, here's how it is.
She's aIways dated guys from the right side of the burbs.
You get your schoIarship to BerkeIey. She's off to the University of CoIorado.
You don't understand.
FULLER: You've been taIking on the phone a Iot.
She reaIizes you have the warm fuzzies for each other.
You're not Ietting on, even though you scrambIed and bought this car...
...just to pick her up. You're stiII pIaying the neutered boyfriend...
...who's aIways there for her because you're nice.
FULLER: [Shouts] Whoa! What are you doing? Whoa!
So, you're stiII good? Do you need me to drive?
No more buIIshit smaII taIk about me, my reIationships, or my car.
Okay.
[PuIsating rock soundtrack]
I swear, I'm bareIy sIowing the car in Denver.
I'II give him a seven-miIe-an-hour chance to jump and roII.
You did your mom a big favor and she's happy now.
This time tomorrow, you'II be here with me...
...and you'II have a new IeveI of stress.
WeII, I'm going to get going. I guess I'II see you tomorrow.
VENNA: Okay, l'll see you tomorrow.
'Bye.
Downsizing?
The gas company just...
...Iets a taIented man Iike you go? Just Iike that?
FULLER: That sucks, man. But this job kicks ass.
FULLER: You got your traiIer. You're working outside. You got a view.
LEWIS: What is this? FULLER: CB radio. OIive branch.
FULLER: Check it out. LEWIS: You put a hoIe in my car.
I taIked him down to $40.
FULLER: Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9. We need a westbound, come on.
You got BIack Sheep here riding front door with...
...Mama's Boy.
We're on I-80, east. Just wondering if you couId see...
...any bears from your rocking chair.
TRUCKER: [Over CB] You got a 40-mile clear shot until James Town.
You got yourself a Kojak with a Kodak at 185.
No cops tiII James Town.
FULLER: You're free to speed Iike a motherfucker for the next 40 miIes.
TRUCKER: Aren't we due for a downpour? We got a 200-mile slipper-slide. Come on.
RUSTY NAIL: Doesn't matter. Not from this rocking chair.
Some people like it when it rains.
lt's going to rain hard tonight. Keeps everybody inside.
What's with this guy?
Howdy! You got BIack Sheep here with Mama's Boy. Who we got? Over.
Can I pIease get a better handIe than Mama's Boy?
No.
Yo, Rainman, what's your 20?
Can you do a woman's voice?
-What? -Do a girI? Say...
...''BIack Sheep, this is Miss....''
No.
Come on, man. You did a girI when we pranked....
Mr. Schramm.
-That was good. -I was nine. That's what I sounded Iike.
FULLER: This is Iike a prehistoric Internet.
You fuck with someone in a chat room. It's the same thing.
LEWIS: Forget it.
Come on, man.
FULLER: Say, ''Hey, BIack Sheep, this is Candy Cane.''
Just say it. You'II be amazing.
[In girI's voice] BIack Sheep, this is Candy Cane. I've been Iooking for you.
That was horribIe.
Candy Cane, this is BIack Sheep. I'm right on scheduIe.
FULLER: Say, ''I'II see you Iater on tonight, honey.'' Go, go.
[In girI's voice] I guess I'II be seeing you Iater on tonight. Is that right?
You got it.
I'm puIIing over right now. I'II see your beautifuI ass in the p.m.
-What was that about? -Just wait.
RUSTY NAIL: Candy Cane, come on.
I knew it. These guys are so fucking horny. Get him going. Get him aII worked up.
Then in the middIe of it, say, ''Guess what? I'm a dude.''
-No way! I can't do that. -Come on, man! Come on!
FULLER: It'II be fun. Come on. Just do it.
[In girI's voice] Hey, there. Who's this?
-Rusty Nail. -Nice, nice.
[In girI's voice] WeII, I hope you're doing better than I am.
This drive seems Iike it's taking forever.
RUSTY NAIL: Roger that, Candy Cane.
You got him. You got him.
It's easier sometimes if I pretend the person I'm taIking to is next to me.
Pretend I'm sitting there with you. Just the two of us and the windshieId.
RUSTY NAIL: All right.
FULLER: Go, go. TeII him what you Iook Iike.
So, I'm 5'10''. I got dirty bIonde hair down to my shouIders.
-I got bIue eyes and reaIIy soft skin. -This is turning me on.
If I were there, Rusty NaiI, you know what I'd do?
RUSTY NAIL: Tell me.
-Awesome! -I'd make you feeI good.
RUSTY NAIL: You would?
If I asked you, wouId you unbutton my bIouse?
RUSTY NAIL: Sure.
Then I'd take it off. So, now what? What do you want to do to me?
RUSTY NAIL: l've never done this before. FULLER: This is so cIassic.
RUSTY NAIL: l'd take off your bra.
Okay. You take that off.
[Radio static]
No, no, no. We can't Iose this guy. Go.
I couIdn't hear that, Rusty NaiI.
Rusty NaiI? Sweetheart?
FULLER: That was aImost so good! Damn.
-Did we Iose him? -Yeah.
FULLER: Shit.
You're a gifted CB prank caIIer, when you commit to it.
''I'd take off your bra.''
[Laughter]
LEWIS: Don't park in a handicapped space.
FULLER: There are spaces aII over the pIace.
LEWIS: Yeah, I know. That's my point.
Dude, I'm going to gimp it. I'm not just going to run in there.
Sit here. I'II work us a deaI, okay?
ELLINGHOUSE: If one more goddamn maid knocks on my door, asking about toweIs....
MANAGER: I'm sorry, Mr. EIIinghouse. ELLINGHOUSE: Sorry, my ass!
Where's your boss? I want the reaI manager. The white one!
The one whose first Ianguage is fucking EngIish! Understand?
CouId I get a room for the night? You can disturb me. I Iove toweIs.
-I'm not done here, friend! -I know that, amigo.
I haven't sIept in two days. You best not mess with me.
-Just take care of your own shit. -Peace.
Tomorrow morning, mark my words, asshoIe...
...Iong taIk with your manager.
And your brown ass is going.
Fucking punk.
Dick.
RUSTY NAIL: Candy Cane.
Candy Cane.
Hello? Candy Cane?
-God! Did you see that fat fucking guy? -Listen.
RUSTY NAIL: Hello, Candy Cane, are you there?
-You are kidding me. -Can you beIieve that?
-Have you taIked to him yet? -No. I haven't said anything.
RUSTY NAIL: Anybody out there know Candy Cane? Come on.
-What? -TeII him you want to meet, get together.
You want to see him Iater at the Lone Star MoteI in TabIe Rock.
Room 1 7.
-Do you Iove prison so much? -We're in Room 18. You saw that prick.
-The giant? -The prick is in Room 1 7!
I can't do that.
Come on. That guy sucks! He body-checked me on the way out.
I know. I saw that.
[Shouts] What? You saw that?
And you're not jumping at this opportunity to exact some much deserved revenge?
Are you crazy? Come on!
-Do it! -CaIm down.
FULLER: This is amazing!
Rusty NaiI? Hey, there.
RUSTY NAIL: Candy Cane? l thought l'd lost you.
WeII, I guess fate wouIdn't aIIow that. I'm gIad to know you're thinking about me.
Listen, I'm puIIing over for the night.
WouId you be interested in getting together Iater?
RUSTY NAIL: Aren't you meeting Black Sheep?
That was the pIan but...
...how about I bIow him off and take a chance with you?
I Iove you, man. That is so great.
ReIax.
RUSTY NAIL: But, l'm not sure l'd be what you'd expect.
You are a man, aren't you? With a souI and a heart? That's aII I'd expect.
Great.
Listen, I'II be at the Lone Star MoteI in TabIe Rock, if you're interested.
Pink champagne. TeII him that you Iike pink champagne.
If you couId bring some pink champagne, it's my favorite.
That was good.
RUSTY NAIL: What room?
Sweet.
Room 1 7. Midnight. You got that, baby?
RUSTY NAIL: l got it.
I can't wait.
That was mean.
I know, I know.
This is awesome!
FULLER: That guy sucks. He totaIIy body-checked me on the way out.
LEWIS: Do you ever miss home? FULLER: Yeah.
I miss Mom's chocoIate chip cookies.
PIaying footbaII with Dad on Sundays.
Going to.... Wait, that's somebody eIse's chiIdhood.
What I meant was, ''No.''
You shouId caII sometimes, when you don't need baiI money.
How often is that?
-I'm serious. -I caII.
I know what he says every time he hangs up.
That I'm the worId's biggest Ioser.
And that's coming from a pIumber.
That's coming from a guy who wears a Iime-green jumpsuit to work every day.
FULLER: They don't need me. I don't need them.
It works Iike a charm if you repeat it enough.
Listen.
[Car door sIams]
Hit the TV.
FULLER: [GIeefuIIy] It's Rusty NaiI.
[MuffIed knocking]
ELLINGHOUSE: Who the heII is it?
RUSTY NAIL: I brought the drink.
This is so amazing.
[Knocking continues]
RUSTY NAIL: I brought the pink champagne.
ELLINGHOUSE: Is this a goddamn joke?
ELLINGHOUSE: I swear to fucking God.
[Sound of door cIosing]
[MuffIed thud and voices next door]
ELLINGHOUSE: Are you fucking with me? FULLER: This prick is such an asshoIe.
[MuffIed thuds and voices continue]
[MuffIed gagging sound]
[SiIence]
That was weird.
You know what I think? I think someone might have gotten hurt.
No. We wouId have heard that.
LEWIS: We did. There was a gasp. What if that Rusty NaiI guy got hurt?
That wasn't a gasp. That was a Iaugh.
Where are you going? Are you caIIing Mom?
Hi. We just...
...heard some disturbance in the room next door, Room 1 7.
-This is the drama queen from Room 18. -That's hard to say, Iike a thud.
LEWIS: We think someone might have been hurt.
We thought you'd want to check that out, maybe.
AII right. Thank you.
FULLER: Know what's going to happen? The prick's going to kiII the night manager.
[Phone rings next door]
[Phone next door stops ringing]
[Phone rings]
HeIIo?
LEWIS: AII right. Thank you.
-The guy said everything's fine. -What did I teII you?
[Ominous instrumentaI soundtrack]
OFFICER: [Outside] How are you? FULLER: Pretty good.
OFFICER: Where are you boys from? FULLER: OriginaIIy, New Jersey.
OFFICER: Why are you here?
FULLER: We're driving cross-country. My brother, Lewis.
OFFICER: Where is he? FULLER: In the room. I don't know.
OFFICER: We had a IittIe incident here Iast night. You hear any odd sounds?
Yeah, actuaIIy...
...next door, I heard some sounds.
OFFICER: Next door? FULLER: Yeah.
OFFICER: CouId you describe the sounds? FULLER: Yeah, sure. They were Iike....
[Makes gutturaI noise]
No, wait.
[FuIIer makes gagging sound]
Like that.
LEWIS: What's going on? FULLER: This is Lewis.
There was a situation Iast night.
OFFICER: After these sounds, did you Iook out your window? Open your door?
-No, sir. -What happened?
OFFICER: After you shut your door around 10:15, you saw no one untiI I came today?
Right.
FULLER: But we did caII the night manager because we were concerned. Right?
Yeah, he mentioned that.
He aIso said one of you had an aItercation with the victim.
OFFICER: Which of you was that? FULLER: The night manager said what?
ApparentIy, one of you had words with the victim when you checked in.
No. We never met.
FULLER: What? OFFICER: EIIinghouse.
He was staying in Room 1 7.
The huge guy? Yeah, I met him. But he's not--
What happened to him?
It wasn't comeIy.
I don't know what that means.
He was found earIy this morning Iying face down on the highway median.
So you're saying that the...
...the huge guy is the victim.
So you have no idea who might have visited Mr. EIIinghouse's room Iast night?
No, sir.
FULLER: I wish we couId be more heIpfuI, but....
-Is he dead? -Coma.
OFFICER: Know what I'm thinking?
I think taking a IittIe Iook-see might refreshify your memory.
Taking a Iook-see at what?
[Life support system beeps]
Ripped his jaw...
...cIean off.
RITTER: That is the pain in my ass.
My own personaI fiIe of ongoing shit I got to deaI with.
And now guess what? Now, I got me another one.
Mr. Ronald Ellinghouse, lying two inches from dead...
...in my jurisdiction. Why?
Because you sorry-ass punks thought you'd have some fun.
Fuck!
l'd keep you retards in custody if l thought it would help...
...answer one of the hundreds of new questions I got! But, no.
All you know is his damn CB handle...
...and maybe he drives a truck.
[Shouts] Do you understand the kinds of shit I've got to grappIe with now...
...because of what you asshoIes did? You!
You got out of jaiI when? Yesterday?
l want you out of here.
This is Iike an oId-fashioned Western.
l want you out of Wyoming before the sun goes down.
I can't beIieve you toId him we invited Rusty NaiI back.
I couId have been put back in jaiI.
-A man's haIf-dead because of what we did. -BuIIshit.
You order 10 pizzas for your neighbor. A deIivery guy gets there.
The neighbor opens up with an AK-47. Is that your fauIt?
Yeah, maybe it is.
-Fine. Be the martyr aII you want. -That's not what I'm doing.
I'm trying to figure out how I can drive away from here after what we've done.
Do what I do.
Just remind yourseIf that in 100 years you'II be dead.
-That's as cIose to a phiIosophy as I have. -I'm taking you to Denver and that's it.
FULLER: Great.
[Eerie instrumentaI soundtrack]
Eastbound Iooking for a westbound for a bear report.
TRUCKER: Not a soul. Never any smokeys on that stretch.
RUSTY NAIL: Candy Cane.
Candy Cane.
Hello?
Candy Cane?
FULLER: I'm asIeep.
RUSTY NAIL: Hey, Candy Cane.
Candy Cane.
Jesus.
RUSTY NAIL: Anybody out there know Candy Cane?
Or Mama's Boy?
Baa-baa Black Sheep?
LEWIS: What'II you say? FULLER: Hey, RusseII.
This is BIack Sheep. Go to 23.
RUSTY NAIL: Hey, Black Sheep.
Do you know where l can find Candy Cane?
What is your deaI?
I mean, seriousIy.
RUSTY NAIL: l'm looking for Candy Cane.
FULLER: So you've been driving around aII day...
...Iooking for a voice.
RUSTY NAIL: l think that you can tell me where to find her.
LEWIS: TeII him it was a joke. FULLER: I taIked to her...
...about Iast night and she said she's not interested.
FULLER: She's not interested in you-- LEWIS: No, don't.
Or your pink champagne.
RUSTY NAIL: [MenacingIy] l need to find Candy Cane.
You need to find a highIy quaIified psychiatrist.
Not a psychoIogist. You're going to need some drugs.
And you need to find a Iawyer, because the cops are aII over your ass.
-Goddamn. -Give it to me.
[In girI's voice] Hey, there, Rusty NaiI.
[In normaI voice] That was me. AII right? I'm a guy. It was just a joke.
It was just a joke.
RUSTY NAIL: Apologize.
FULLER: [SarcasticaIIy] Right. LEWIS: No, just do it.
-ApoIogize to him? -Yeah, I'II do it.
Listen, you sick fuck.
You pathetic, IoneIy, waIkie-taIkie, freak show motherfucker!
You get nothing from me! You know why?
I have something more powerfuI than your psychosis: a voIume knob.
AII I need to do to make you go away is to turn it counter-cIockwise.
You got that? You copy that?
RUSTY NAIL: You know, Black Sheep, you really ought to get that fixed.
Get what fixed?
RUSTY NAIL: Your taillight.
LEWIS: See anything? FULLER: Cars and trucks. Just drive.
LEWIS: Oh, my God.
-Did he foIIow us from the moteI? -I don't know.
FULLER: If we keep driving, we're safe. LEWIS: God.
Look.
-Come on! -It's okay. I saw a sign.
Gas at Laramie. There'II be a phone there. I'm going to caII Sheriff Ritter.
Good. We'II turn off at Laramie.
-Oh, my God. -Okay, just stay cooI.
-Oh, shit. -Be cooI.
Stop teIIing me to be cooI! You're making me crazy.
LEWIS: Get the map.
-Fuck! We won't make it. -There's a town at the next exit.
-How far is it? -From my cuticIe to my knuckIe!
-TweIve miIes! -That may be too far.
Take this exit here!
[Truck horn honks]
Yes! You're a genius.
-I'II pay, you pump. Or you want to pay? -I'II pump.
TabIe Rock, pIease.
LEWIS: RawIins County Sheriff Department.
[Ominous instrumentaI soundtrack]
[DuII thumping]
Oh, my God.
LEWIS: Sheriff Ritter, pIease.
RECORDING: Sheriff Ritter is not available.
At the tone, record your message. When you are finished recording...
...you may hang up or press ''1 '' for more options.
Please wait for the tone.
[Beep]
ATTENDANT: You just got the gas?
Oh, right.
FULLER: Come on. Get in the car. Get in the car. Come on.
Go, go!
-He's in there. -That's him?
FULLER: [Shouts] Keep driving! Keep driving!
Gas!
Oh, my God!
FULLER: See the on-ramp? LEWIS: No.
Okay.
FULLER: Damn! The guy's coming after us.
-Don't panic! We've got a fuII tank of gas! -Shit!
We must have missed the on-ramp!
MaiIbox!
[SuspensefuI instrumentaI music]
FULLER: No, no!
FULLER: Shit!
ICE TRUCK MAN: Lewis! Lewis!
-He said, ''Lewis! '' -Stay the fuck back! We got a gun!
And I got a MasterCard.
-Thanks, man. We thought-- -You reaIIy scared us, you know that?
It wasn't the moustache, was it? My oId Iady wants me to shave the thing.
No, it wasn't the moustache, man.
-What is that thing? Your cIub. -My tire thumper?
Shit. Just checking pressure.
Yeah, the pressure. The pressure thing.
-You boys okay to find the main road? -We're fine, now that we're not murdered.
Thanks a Iot, man. That was nice of you.
-You aII have a good night. -Sorry about that.
FULLER: Fucking Fu Manchu.
I've never feIt Iike more of a pussy in my whoIe Iife.
Oh, my God.
What kind of range is there on a CB?
I don't know. Maybe five miIes.
You know, I think we shouId get to a phone...
...Ieave a message with TabIe Rock cops that Rusty NaiI's in the area.
[Indistinct whistIing]
What the heII is that?
Go!
Go! Go!
He's right on us!
Man, he's right on our ass!
-Don't use that! -91 1 !
We need some heIp, pIease! Is anyone out there?
Goddamn it!
Come on!
Tree!
-You okay? -Yeah.
I'm okay. Let's go.
Come on, come on. Let's go.
[Engine revs and tires skid]
Shit.
LEWIS: We're not moving!
FULLER: Come on! Shit! Come on!
[Engine sputters and dies]
Come on, come on! Go, go!
Go, go! Come on!
Go!
[Ignition sputters]
Oh, shit!
[Terrified screams]
Come on! Don't kiII us, man! We apoIogize!
PIease don't kiII us, man!
We were just pIaying with you!
RUSTY NAIL: Why?
Just...
...just for a Iaugh.
RUSTY NAIL: A laugh?
Just for fun.
RUSTY NAIL: Well, l was just playing with you, man.
[Eerie instrumentaI soundtrack]
[Gasping and coughing]
VENNA: Where are you now?
LEWIS: Ten miIes outside of Laramie. We had some car troubIe, so we'II be Iate.
VENNA: That's all right.
VENNA: ls everything okay? LEWIS: Yeah. It's just been a Iong drive.
They fixed the taiIIight.
LEWIS: [Voiceover] So...
...why don't you just come home with me?
Blow off Denver.
FULLER: No, l'm okay.
LEWIS: Listen, l don't want to tell Venna what happened.
I don't want to ruin things. Freak her out, you know.
[Knocks on door]
Hey.
LEWIS: The coIor's not that great, but it's a big car.
VENNA: I Iove it.
VENNA: When did you get it?
LEWIS: I've had it for a whiIe. VENNA: Doesn't Iook too beat up.
LEWIS: ActuaIIy, I think the dents add some character.
VENNA: ActuaIIy, I was taIking about FuIIer.
-Hey. -Hey.
-It's been a whiIe. -Yeah.
WeII, have you named it yet?
We were thinking either Tad...
...or Lewis' Shitty Newport.
She's hot.
Have a good summer, Vee.
VENNA: This is my friend CharIotte. She'II be my roommate next year.
These are the infamous Thomas boys.
-Lewis, right? -Yeah, hi.
LEWIS: Nice to finaIIy meet you.
Look, I'm FuIIer, Lewis' oIder, somewhat troubIed brother.
-You're definiteIy going with us, right? -I have to go back to San Antonio.
Isn't San Antonio on the way to New Jersey?
It was nice to meet you.
You're breaking my heart Ieaving Iike this.
-I'II miss you. -I'II miss you, too.
VENNA: I Iove you. Be safe. CHARLOTTE: Love you, too.
FULLER: That's so CharIotte. Waving and driving off Iike that.
-You guys ready for an adventure? -CompIeteIy.
Yeah, yeah, sure.
FULLER: Shotgun. You want it, caII it. VENNA: Shotgun.
[MeIIow rock soundtrack]
Hey. WeIcome to Nebraska.
See the hat I got you?
[Car door sIams]
So.
I wanted to teII you how much I appreciate you doing this.
Picking me up.
VENNA: It's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me.
This is the part where you kiss the girI.
WeII, historicaIIy.
FULLER: Lewis, you're bIushing.
[Rock soundtrack continues]
LEWIS: The room's this way. FULLER: But the bar's this way.
Here's to....
Nebraska.
States? AII right.
[Upbeat rock soundtrack]
Look what UncIe FuIIer found.
Three tequiIas. AII right.
I can tie a knot in a cherry stem with my tongue.
Shut up.
FULLER: Choose your weapon. Let's see what you're made of.
FULLER: And...
...go.
FULLER: Done!
FULLER: You stiII medaIIed. Bronze.
LEWIS: Not even cIose. FULLER: It's straight. It's not even bent.
VENNA: May I have three more shots of tequiIa and some matches, pIease?
LOCAL: What's your name, sweet thing?
Come on, what's your name?
What is it?
I'm buying drinks. You can caII me whatever you want.
LOCAL: How about I caII you Peaches? You Iike Peaches?
-No. Not reaIIy. -You don't Iike Peaches?
What's going on?
What? Is this your bitch?
-Excuse me? -Excuse me?
LOCAL: [MenacingIy] I said...
...is this your bitch? Because if it is, you better shut your bitch up.
Look at me, campus boy.
Did you hear what I said? Look me in the face.
You better shut your bitch up.
FULLER: [Shouts] Bitch, shut up! Are you mouthing off again?
Damn!
You can't turn your back for one minute. I owe you one.
Now come on! It's back in the truck with you, Daisy!
Drunk in a bar! Come on! Goddamn!
GentIemen.
[Keys cIatter to the ground]
CarefuI. Those are expensive.
What?
-Hey. -Hey.
VENNA: Hey.
LEWIS: I got a pIan. VENNA: What's your pIan?
-Let's never go back there again. -I can't wait to never go back there.
I'II be in my PresidentiaI Suite.
ExceIIent. We're going to head to our spinning moteI room.
See you Iater.
I get the orange one.
This one.
See, I toId you this was a good pIace. AduIt channeIs.
Are you in the mood for a story, or Iike a coIIection of scenes?
[ContemptuousIy] She isn't a Navy SEAL.
Takes me right out.
FULLER: Hey, Venna's great, man. She is....
God.
I mean, you guys are just friends, right?
I mean, that's what you said.
Right? I mean, you're just hanging out.
Because if you're anything more than that, teII me right now and I'II just...
[Makes beeping noise]
...off, you know?
Great.
[Knocking at door]
We never got those Iast drinks.
Yeah.
You know, if we want to get an earIy start, we shouId just crash, go to bed.
Yeah.
I am a Iicensed bartender.
I'd show you my Iicense, but my hands are fuII, so....
Where's your better haIf?.
He's busy. Snoring.
I reaIIy don't think that I can drink any more.
Oh, I disagree. And I'm a professionaI.
VENNA: You know what's amazing?
Nobody knows where we are right now.
We're just kind of...
...out there...
...fIoating.
If anyone wanted to find us for some strange reason, they couIdn't.
What am I taIking about?
I have no idea. Here, try this.
That's good.
Yeah.
Is Lewis okay? He doesn't normaIIy drink so much.
He's totaIIy fine.
[Phone rings]
FuIIer, get the phone.
HeIIo.
RUSTY NAIL: Now l thought you said there was no girl.
What?
RUSTY NAIL: You said there was no girl.
FuIIer.
Listen, there isn't any girI.
RUSTY NAIL: Then what is she doing in the other room with your brother?
[SuspensefuI instrumentaI music]
He's out there! He's watching us!
FULLER: Rusty NaiI? LEWIS: He caIIed!
VENNA: Who? FULLER: He phoned you?
He knew you were in here! He's watching us!
Somebody's watching us?
What did he say?
He said, ''I thought there was no girI.''
Then he asked why you were in here, which is an exceIIent question!
-We're Ieaving! -I aIready paid for this room!
Just do it!
How scared am I supposed to be?
[Phone rings]
Much more than usuaI.
[FuIIer and Venna scream]
[SuspensefuI instrumentaI music]
[Tires screech]
Can someone pIease taIk to me?
How can he know we're brothers?
We'II go to the poIice, get off the highway and go home.
Lewis! Goddamn it!
LEWIS: Something weird happened.
I didn't want to teII you.
-TeII me what? -The short version?
VENNA: TaIk to me.
There's a sick guy out there. He put a guy in a coma.
VENNA: This Rusty NaiI did something?
-Because of something that we did. -What did you do?
[Tires screech]
What are you doing?
He wants us to Iook in the trunk.
There were signs spray-painted back there: Look in the trunk.
Signs. Why do you think they're for us?
Look.
What's going on here?
VENNA: Painting signs is a pretty eIaborate thing to do.
No, no!
-What? -Don't open it!
-Why? -What if there's a head or a body in there?
-CouId be a bomb. -Then don't open it.
-Or him! -I say, don't open the trunk!
I want to know what's in the trunk.
FULLER: What are you doing?
Oh, shit.
FULLER: Okay, we pIug it in and we don't taIk on it.
We just Iisten.
Whatever he says, we just go straight to the poIice.
I'm not moving untiI you teII me why I shouId be afraid of a radio.
[Feedback on CB]
RUSTY NAIL: Candy Cane, are you there?
Oh, that's right.
l don't mean my Candy Cane.
l mean yours.
Venna?
He knows my name?
Let him taIk aII he wants. Just teII me where we're going!
RUSTY NAIL: You know when a corpse can't be identified?
No next of kin. No one to claim the body.
What they do is, they cut off all the fingers.
All ten of them.
Then they cut off the jaw.
They cut off the person's jaw.
And they put it all in a jar.
They put it in a jar with some number on it.
[Sound of terrified woman sobbing]
WOMAN'S VOICE: Venna!
-Oh my God, that's CharIotte. -What?
-That's CharIotte. -Who? Your roommate?
What the heII do you want?
RUSTY NAIL: l want you to go to the State Line Truck Stop parking lot.
l'll find you there.
CHARLOTTE: Venna, please help me.
RUSTY NAIL: lf you go to the police...
...l will take her apart, piece by piece.
[Ominous instrumentaI soundtrack]
RUSTY NAIL: Good morning.
FULLER: He's back.
We're here.
RUSTY NAIL: Okay, here's what l want:
Fuller...
...Lewis...
...l want you two to head inside.
Take a seat at the counter.
Order six cheeseburgers each.
What about Venna?
RUSTY NAIL: She stays put.
But you two are going in naked.
Naked?
If we go in there, dicks hanging...
...they'II just caII the poIice.
RUSTY NAIL: Oh, come on. lt's just for fun.
BuIIshit, I'm staying here aIone.
Stay up front. Keep the car running. If you see anything, honk the horn. Drive.
FULLER: I can't fucking beIieve we're doing this.
MAN: BiIIy, get in the car. Suzy.
RUSTY NAIL: Now they know what it feels like...
...to be the brunt of the joke.
Your heart pounding...
...face burning hot.
Now they know what it feels like...
...to be the fucking punch line.
They toId me what they did to you. I'm very sorry.
RUSTY NAIL: lt's a little late for that, isn't it?
l bet your friends had a really good laugh, seeing me in the rain, holding my bottle.
Sometimes peopIe don't know what they're doing.
They don't think what they do can reaIIy affect anyone.
RUSTY NAIL: That's a lesson your friends will have to learn the hard way.
You want to see Charlotte alive again? Here's what you do.
TweIve cheeseburgers, pIease.
You want fries with that?
MANAGER: Is this a fraternity stunt? Because if this--
A man's going to kiII our friend if we don't do this.
MANAGER: If this wasn't my restaurant-- FULLER: We're not joking.
[Horn honks]
LEWIS: Oh, shit.
LEWIS: We should go to the cops.
VENNA: Not until we find out what he wants.
VENNA: Right here. This is where we turn.
That's what he said.
RUSTY NAIL: You out there?
We're here.
RUSTY NAIL: Something special's waiting for you, about 100 feet up the road.
So get out of the car.
I'm not waIking one foot--
We don't have a choice. Do what he says. He has CharIotte. Get out of the car.
VENNA: [Shouts] Get out of the car!
Goddamn it.
LEWIS: What the heII is this?
FULLER: How many feet did he say? VENNA: One hundred.
Do you hear or see anything?
LEWIS: This is it.
FULLER: Shh!
[Sound of engine acceIerating]
Hi.
He's not sIowing.
He's not going to stop.
-He isn't sIowing! -Run! Go!
FULLER: Run! Run!
FULLER: [Panting] What the heII is he doing?
[SuspensefuI instrumentaI music]
LEWIS: Let's go. Let's go!
LEWIS: Let's go! Come on!
FULLER: Run! Run!
LEWIS: Go Ieft!
LEWIS: Keep going!
FULLER: Come on, run!
FULLER: Get down!
LEWIS: Let's go! FULLER: Go, go, go!
LEWIS: Come on! Go!
LEWIS: Run!
LEWIS: Go! Come on! Go! Run!
LEWIS: Go! Run!
LEWIS: Turn, quick!
Venna?
[MeIanchoIy country song pIays over truck radio]
VENNA: [Whispers] Lewis.
LEWIS: [Whispers] Venna?
VENNA: [Whispers sharpIy] Lewis?
Venna?
[MuffIed screams from Venna]
FuIIer!
Venna?
FuIIer?
FULLER: You guys okay? LEWIS: I'm fine.
Hey, Venna.
Did you see that? I was back there...
...he tried to back up.
Venna, come out. He's Ieaving.
Venna!
You Iet her out of your sight?
Goddamn it! You Iet her out of your sight.
-Where the heII were you? -I was over there, man! Back there!
Venna!
VENNA: Lewis!
VENNA: Lewis, help me, please!
[High-pitched screams from Venna]
VENNA: [Screams over CB] Lewis!
Goddamn it! Leave her aIone! PIease, we'II do whatever you want!
RUSTY NAIL: You don't feel like meeting me at a motel later, do you?
We'II do whatever you want!
RUSTY NAIL: Meet me at the next town. Medford. Room 1 7. Midnight.
Do not be one minute late.
Lewis! Gas Ieak! Come on!
RUSTY NAIL: lf you could bring me a bottle of pink champagne...
...it's my favorite.
Venna.
Seven miIes!
Come on!
LEWIS: Wait! He said not to caII the cops!
Keep a Iookout. Don't worry, I've done this before.
LEWIS: What?
We're running out of time.
Goddamn.
FULLER: Thing won't start.
[Ignition sputters]
FULLER: HeIIo.
MAN: Hey.
Hey.
MAN: Need some heIp?
We're fine. The damn Ford won't start.
-He wonders why I drive a Chevy. -No shit.
MAN: I have some jumper cabIes. I'II hook you up.
LEWIS: No, we're fine.
LEWIS: It just fIooded, right? FULLER: Yeah, yeah.
Take it and turn it aII the way off. Then on.
MAN: ShouId I show you?
Hesitate it for two seconds.
[Engine revs]
-There it is. -Perfect.
LEWIS: You're the man. Thanks.
OWNER: Where the heII are you going? That's my truck!
Everything wiII be fine.
We'II get Venna...
...and then we'II find CharIotte.
Everything's going to be okay.
Don't you think?
[CrackIe of adhesive tape]
[MeIanchoIy country song pIays on radio]
Okay. MoteI.
MoteI.
FULLER: Which one? LEWIS: He didn't say! Shit!
Venna?
ANGRY MAN: I said, hoId on!
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
SALESMAN: Can I heIp you?
-Is this your room? -Yeah. So?
[MuffIed sobs]
What's the probIem?
Shit! What did we miss?
RUSTY NAIL: HeIIo, poIice?
I'd Iike to report some dead bodies.
OFFICER: Your name, sir?
HeIIo.
[Knocks on door]
Come on.
It's unIocked.
FULLER: We're coming in.
LEWIS: We're coming in.
Venna?
LEWIS: HeIIo?
LEWIS: Hit the switch.
[Phone rings]
RUSTY NAIL: Nice, isn't it? Being on the receiving end?
Where's Venna?
RUSTY NAIL: Who?
I'm not kidding! Where's Venna?
RUSTY NAIL: You see, you might not be kidding, but l am.
That's the point. Get it?
BeIieve me, you made your point. AII right?
We're sorry. We toId you.
RUSTY NAIL: Lewis, you know what l think is a real kick?
Pretending the person l'm talking to is right next to me.
Right next to me.
Not what you expected, is it?
It's not what I expected when I came to Room 1 7, neither.
You guys sitting next door.
Listening through the wall.
That's what you did, right? You listened through the wall.
What do you want?
RUSTY NAIL: I just want to enjoy this for a second.
FULLER: [Whispers] Let's caII the cops. LEWIS: If we caII the cops, he'II kiII her.
WeII, what the fuck, man?
You go outside.
-Peek in his room. -Are you crazy?
Do it! I'II keep him on the phone. Go out there now.
Go!
[SuspensefuI instrumentaI music]
Shit!
You stiII there?
RUSTY NAIL: Yeah, l'm here.
Why don't you come on over? Your Candy Cane's waiting.
LEWIS: Listen...
...we Iearned our Iesson.
RUSTY NAIL: Oh, is that right? LEWIS: Yeah.
Yeah, that's right. So this is what we'II do. You give us back Venna...
...and Charlotte, and we'll walk away and not tell anybody.
We sure as hell won't tell the cops.
[MuffIed voice]
[CIatter]
[FuIIer screams]
Watch this. It's going to be hiIarious.
Don't open the door!
FULLER: [Screams] Don't open the door!
[Screams]
[FuIIer screams in agony]
FULLER: Lewis!
FuIIer, where are you?
FuIIer?
Come on. Let's get you off this.
[HowIs] Don't!
LEWIS: What? FULLER: Pipe!
[Sobs] There's a pipe in my Ieg, man!
COP 1 : [Shouts] We've got a body in here!
COP 2: PossibIe 839. COP 3: Search every room.
Oh, jeez!
What's he doing?
FULLER: Come on, come on.
COP 4: CIear the door!
COP 4: Twenty four, cIear!
On the ground, now!
COP 4: Twenty three, cIear!
Let's go!
PoIice!
[Engine revs]
Come on!
Come on. Get on it.
Twenty one, cIear!
FULLER: Oh, jeez!
Twenty, cIear!
COP 3: Sheriff's Department! Open up!
Sheriff! Open up!
COP 1 : Nineteen, cIear!
-Venna. -What?
FULLER: Don't Iet them open the door!
Go!
COP 3: Sheriff's Department! Open up!
COP 3: Show me your hands!
[FuIIer screams in agony]
Don't move!
[Screams] Lewis!
COP 3: Freeze right there!
Lewis!
Wait. That's my brother in back.
COP 3: Get back on the ground!
Don't shoot!
COP 1 : Freeze!
Freeze!
FULLER: Shoot the truck! LEWIS: Shoot it!
It won't stop!
FULLER: [Groans] Oh, God.
I'II be okay.
[CharIotte sobs]
[Poignant instrumentaI soundtrack]
LEWIS: Excuse me.
LEWIS: Did you figure out who he was? COP 1 : Some trucker named Jones.
He drove for some ice company in Wyoming.
Ice company?
What?
RUSTY NAIL: Breaker 1-9, come on.
Breaker.
Looking for a break, westbound, l-80.
How's that storm looking?
You raining out there?
Looking forward to the storm.
Keeps everyone inside.
Washes everything clean.
[PuIsating rock soundtrack]
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