"AMERICAN GRAFFITI" Screenplay by George Lucas Gloria Katz & Willard Huyck RADIO On a dark screen an immense amber light appears and an electric humming begins. The eerie light glows brighter and illuminates a single huge number--11. We hear static and a large vertical band of red floats mysteriously across the screen. Pulling back slowly, we watch the glowing band traverse back and forth over the amber light and past more numbers appearing-- 70... 90... 110... 130. And we begin to hear voices--strange songs, fading conversations and snatches of music drifting with static. Pulling back further, we realize it is a car radio filling the screen and radio stations we're hearing, until the indicator stops. There's a pause...and suddenly we are hit by a blasting-out-of-the-past, Rocking and Rolling, turn-up- the-volume, pounding Intro to a Vintage 1962 Golden Week-End Radio Show--back when things were simpler and the music was better. And now a wolf howl shatters through time as the legendary Wolfman Jack hits the airwaves, his gravel voice shrieking and growling while the music pumps and grinds... WOLFMAN Awwrigght, baay-haay-baay! I got a oldie for ya--gonna knock ya right on de flowa--baay-haay-hee-baay! The Wolfman howls like a soulful banshee as "Rock Around the Clock" blasts forth. MEL'S DRIVE-IN--DUSK A neon drive-in casts long shadows across a vast parking lot as the sun drops behind a distant hill. A large neon sign buzzes in the foreground... MEL'S DRIVE-IN, while in the background, "Rock Around The Clock" blares from the radio of a beautiful decked and channeled, white with red trim, tuck- and-rolled '58 Chevy Impala that glides into the drive-in. Main titles appear over action. Steve Bolander stops the elegant machine and gets out. He looks around, then walks to the front of the car and leans against the flame-covered hood. Steve is eighteen, good-looking in a conservative, button-down, short-sleeved shirt. Most likely to succeed, president of his graduating class. He looks around the empty drive-in, then hears a funny little horn. A Vespa scooter bumps into the lot. A young kid waves at him-- and suddenly grabs the handlebars again as the scooter nearly topples. Terry Fields ("The Toad") maneuvers the scooter next to Steve's Chevy but misjudges and ricochets off the trash can before stopping. Terry grins sheepishly. He's seventeen, short but plenty loud, both vocally and sartorically in his pink and black shirt, levis, and white bucks. He looks slightly ridiculous but always thinks he's projecting an air of supercool. Steve watches Terry smooth back his shiny ducktail and primp his waterfall to a perfect cascade over his forehead. He unbuttons his shirt one more button and lowers his pants to look tough. Terry walks over and leans against the flamed car, imitating Steve who pays him no mind. In the background, we hear the Wolfman howling with the music. The record ends and a barrage of humor begins from Wolfman Jack. The Wolfman is an unseen companion to all the kids. Witty and knowledgeable about the trivia that counts, he's their best friend, confidant, and guardian angel. Now, a grey, insect-like Citroen deux-chevaux putters into the parking lot and stops on the other side of the lot. Steve and Terry watch Curt Henderson get out. Curt stands by his little car. He's seventeen, a curly bespectacled, scraggly kid with a summer-grown moustache and a paperback stuck in his bermuda shorts. Curt thinks of himself as the town cynic. In reality, he's a hopeless romantic. He starts over to his buddies. TERRY Hey, whadaya say? Curt? Last night in town, you guys gonna have a little bash before you leave? STEVE The Moose have been lookin' for you all day, man. Steve reaches into his pocket and hands Curt an envelope without saying anything. Curt opens it slowly and pulls out a check. CURT (sarcastic) Oh great... TERRY Whadaya got, whadaya got? Wow--two thousand dollars. Two thousand doll-- !! Steve looks at Curt suspiciously; Curt seems somehow guilty. STEVE Mr. Jenning couldn't find you, so he gave it to me to give to you. He said he's sorry it's so late, but it's the first scholarship the Moose Lodge has given out. Oh yeah, he says they're all very proud of you. Curt hands the envelope back to Steve. CURT Well... ah... why don't you hold onto it for a while? STEVE What's with you? It's yours! Take it! I don't want it. TERRY I'll take it. CURT Steve... Ah, I think we'd better have a talk. I've gotten- Suddenly a horn honks and they all turn. Laurie Henderson pulls into the drive-in and waves to them. She is driving the family's '58 Edsel. STEVE Your sister calls. I'll talk to you later. CURT Now, Steve! Let her wait. STEVE Okay, make it short and sweet. CURT Yeah, well... Listen... (clearing his throat) I... I don't think I'm going tomorrow. STEVE What! Come on, what are you talking about? CURT I don't know. I was thinking I might wait for a year... go to city-- Laurie honks the horn a couple of times. Steve ignores her. There is a long moment and Curt looks uncomfortable. STEVE You chicken fink. CURT Wait, let me explain-- STEVE You can't back out now! After all we went through to get accepted. We're finally getting out of this turkey town and now you want to crawl back into your cell--look, I gotta talk to Laurie. (he hands the check back to Curt) Now take it. We're leaving in the morning. Okay? Suddenly, there's an ear-splitting roar and they all turn as a yellow '32 Ford deuce coupe--chopped, lowered and sporting a Hemi-V8--bumps into the lot. The low slung classic rumbles and parks at the rear of the drive in. Big John Milner, twenty-two, sits in his Ford, tough and indifferent, puffing on a Camel. He wears a white T-shirt and a butch haircut molded on the sides into a ducktail. A cowboy in a deuce coupe--simple, sentimental and cocksure of himself. STEVE You wanna end up like John? You can't stay seventeen forever. CURT I just want some time to think. What's the rush? I'll go next year. STEVE We'll talk later. Steve walks off toward Laurie's Edsel. Laurie gets out. She's wearing a letterman's sweater with a large "Class of '62" emblazoned on the shoulder. Steve goes to her and they hug. On the radio, the music ends, and the Wolfman's intro tune comes on. RADIO (singing) "Here comes the Wolfman--Wolfman Jack!" WOLFMAN (V.O.) Oh, We're gonna rock and roll ourselves to death baby. You got the Wolfman Jack Show! MEL'S DRIVE-IN--NIGHT As the radio blares "Sixteen Candles," we see that with the darkness Burger City has come alive. A continual line of hot rods pulls into the parking lot to check out the parked cars, then returns to the maindrag. Carhops glide by on roller skates. Curt and John are fooling around in front of the deuce coupe. A horn honks and they turn as a '60 Ford with three girls in it slows by them. A girl leans out the window and smiles. GIRL Hi John! The girls in the car all screech and giggle as they zoom off. JOHN Not too good, huh? CURT Why is it every girl that comes around here is ugly? Or has a boyfriend? Where is the dazzling beauty I've been searching for all my life? John watches the procession of gleaming cars traveling through the hot night. JOHN I know what you mean. The pickin's are really gettin' slim. The whole strip is shrinking. Ah, you know, I remember about five years ago, take you a couple of hours and a tank full of gas just to make one circuit. It was really somethin.' Suddenly, in the distance, there's a blood-curdling scream from an incredible high-performance engine. The entire drive- in stops and listens. CURT Hey, John. Someone new in town. JOHN Ahhh. CURT You gonna go after him? JOHN Hey, listen, Professor, if he can't find me, then he ain't worth racin', right? CURT The big shot! Across the swarming parking lot, Steve sits in the front seat of his chevy with Laurie. Budda Macrae, a car hop, leans down to attach a tray to Steve's window, showing off her tight blouse. BUDDA A cherry-vanilla coke and a chocolate mountain. Anything else you want, Steve? (Steve shakes his head.) If there is you let me know now. Just honk and I'm yours. She tucks in her blouse a little tighter, gives him a hot look and goes to get the other tray. Budda takes the other tray around the car, almost shoves it in the window where Laurie is sitting. BUDDA One fries--grab it before I drop it. She gives Laurie an antagonistic look and goes off. Steve laughs. Laurie smiles. She's seventeen, very pretty, with big doe-eyes, and a short bobbed hairdo. She pushes up the sleeves on Steve's letterman sweater, which is sizes too large for her. His class ring glints on a chain around her neck. Laurie is sweet, the image of vulnerability, but with a practical and self-preserving mind beneath. STEVE Where was I? LAURIE Um, how you thought high school romances were goofy and we started going together just because you thought I was kinda cute and funny, but then you suddenly realized you were in love with me, it was serious... and ah... oh, you were leadin' up to somethin' kinda big. STEVE You make it sound like I'm giving dictation. Well, seriously, what I meant was, that ah... since we do care for each other so much, and since we should really consider ourselves as adults. Now, I, ah... could I have a couple of those fries? Through the windshield of the Chevy, they see Terry run by in front of them, chasing Budda Macrae who's outdistancing him on her roller skates. TERRY: Come on, Budda. Come on... Steve watches them go by, then looks back at Laurie. STEVE Ah, where was I? LAURIE ..."consider ourselves adults"... Laurie pretends to be interested in her french fries, but is obviously expecting something big. STEVE Right... right... anyway, I thought maybe, before I leave, we could ah... agree that... that seeing other people while I'm away can't possibly hurt, you know? Laurie hasn't looked up but her mood has changed like a mask. LAURIE You mean dating other people? STEVE I think it would strengthen our relationship. Then we'd know for sure that we're really in love. Not that there's any doubt. Steve smiles and then looks to her. He stops smiling. They listen to the radio for an awkward moment. Laurie struggles to hold back her tears. With obvious difficulty, she turns to him and smiles. He's expected something different and doesn't know what to do, so he smiles back. LAURIE I think you're right. I mean, we're not kids anymore, and it's silly to think that when we're three thousand miles apart we shouldn't be able to see other people and go out. Laurie takes his ring on the chain from around her neck and puts it in her purse. STEVE Laurie, now, listen, I didn't ask for that back. I think that... LAURIE I know. I just sort of think it's juvenile now. I'll keep it at home. It's less conspicuous there. STEVE You don't want to wear it? LAURIE I didn't say that. I understand and I'm not upset. I mean, I can't expect you to be a monk or something while you're away. Steve just looks at her and nods. The Wolfman howls an intro to "Gee" by the Crows. Outside, skooting around the drive-in after Budda, Terry is pleading with the sexy car hop as she delivers a tray to a car. TERRY ...and I have a really sharp record collection. I even have "Pledging My Love" by Johnny Ace. Anyway, how can you love Nelson when he's going out with Marilyn Gator. Since he dumped on you maybe we could-- BUDDA He didn't dump on me, you little dip. Hi, Steve! Her tone changes immediately. Terry looks sour and turns around to Steve who's getting out of the chevy. Budda leaves, wiggling her butt for Steve. TERRY She's a little conceited--just playing hard to get. STEVE Listen, I came over here to talk to you about-- TERRY Any time, buddy. I'm your man. Nothing I like better than chewing the rug with a pal. You talk, I'll listen. I'm all ears. Shoot. STEVE Shut up. TERRY Sure. STEVE Terry, I'm going to let you take care of my car while we're away--at least until Christmas. I'm afraid if I leave it with my-- Steve notices Terry isn't with him any more and turns. Terry is standing frozen to a spot. STEVE What's wrong? Terry tries to talk, much like a shell-shocked war veteran. His mouth moves but only a gurgle comes out. Curt is standing by the Chevy, talking with his sister Laurie. She's still upset by what Steve said to her. CURT Hey, sis--what's wrong? LAURIE Nothing. Meanwhile, they watch Terry as Steve explains to him about the car. STEVE Now listen, only 30 weight Castrol- R. I've written the tire pressure and stuff on a pad in the glove compartment. Are you listening? The others are watching now as Terry shakes his head mechanically. CURT What's wrong, he's crying! There is indeed a tear rolling down Terry's cheek. TERRY I can't... believe... it. (He starts toward the car and gently caresses its paint.) I don't know what to say. I'll... love and protect this car until death do us part. (He circles the car.) This is a superfine machine. This may even be better than Daryl Starbird's superfleck moonbird. It is better than Daryl Starbird's. Laurie watches Terry, realizing that like the car, she'll be left behind as a fond memory. She turns and looks at Steve, who's been watching her. There's a moment between them... Budda comes by with an empty tray. Terry sees her and wipes his eyes. He walks up to her, a strange look on his face. TERRY Budda, how would you like to go to the drive-in movies with me? The idea is so preposterous that even Budda is speechless. She looks around at others. BUDDA You've got to be kidding! TERRY Would I kid you about a thing like that? I want you to know that something has happened to me tonight that is going to change everything. I've got a new... John walks up quietly and casually pulls down hard on the back pockets of Terry's low riding levis. There is general hysteria as Terry quickly pulls up his pants. TERRY Car!! All right, who's the wise-- (He turns and sees John and changes his tune.) Oh, John--verrry funny. (He tries to laugh with the others.) JOHN Hey, did she do that to you? STEVE Let's get going. It seems like we've spent most of our lives in this parking lot. TERRY Hey, Curt, let's bomb around, I wanna try out my new wheels! CURT I'd like to, Toad, but I'm going with Steve and Laurie to the hop. I'd just slow you down anyway. TERRY Yeah, tonight things are going to be different. JOHN Hey, wait a minute, you're goin' to the Hop? The Freshman Hop? CURT Yeah. JOHN Oh, come on, man. That place is for kids. You two just got your ass out of there. Don't go back now. CURT You ain't got no emotions? TERRY We're gonna remember all of the good times, is what we're gonna do. JOHN Yeah, well, go. CURT Why don't you come with us? JOHN Bullshit, man! CURT Come on. For old time's sake. JOHN Yeah, yeah... Well, listen. You go. Go ahead, Curtsy, baby. You go on over there and you remember all the good times you won't be having. I ain't goin' off to some goddamned fancy college. I'm stayin' right here. Havin' fun, as usual. John walks angrily to his coupe, gets in and slams the door. Curt looks at the others and shrugs. TERRY Jesus, Milner, you're in a great mood tonight. Curt goes over and stands by the window of the yellow coupe. CURT What's the matter John? Did I say somethin' wrong? I'm sorry. JOHN Ah, man, it's nothin'. CURT Well, we'll see you later, okay? JOHN Right. CURT We'll all do somethin' together. You know, before Steve leaves. John looks at him suspiciously. JOHN Okay, wait a minute. Now, you're not going? CURT I don't know. John shakes his head. On the radio, Wolfman is taking a call from a listener-- MAN (V.O.) Wolfman? WOLFMAN (V.O.) Who is this? MAN This is Joe... in Little Rock, way down in the Valley. WOLFMAN You callin' from Little Rock, California? MAN Long distance. WOLFMAN My, my, my... listen, man, what kind of entertainment you got in that town? MAN All we got is you. John roars his engine and pulls the yellow deuce coupe into a screeching take-off out of the drive-in. Terry and Curt watch him go off. MAIN STREET, MODESTO-NIGHT During the day, G street is a line of used car lots, small shops, tacky department stores and greasy spoons. At night, it is transformed into an endless parade of kids in flamed, lowered and customed machines who rumble down the one way street, through the seemingly adultless, heat-drugged little town. Police cars glide ominously with the flow of traffic. In parked cars, couples neck between flashing headlights. Guys looking cool in a '56 Chevy sit in the slouched position of the true Low Rider--and over it all the music and the Wolfman can be heard. Just now, it's "Runaway" by Del Shannon. John travels with the flow of traffic, watching some dopey guys shooting squirt guns from a moving car. John drives the deuce coupe effortlessly. He looks over at a car pacing alongside of his own. JOHN Hey, Zudo. A sweaty looking guy turns and nods from the window. PAZUDO Hey, Milner. JOHN Hey, man, what happened to your flathead? PAZUDO Huh? JOHN What happened to your flathead? PAZUDO Ah, your mother! JOHN What? PAZUDO Your mother. Hey, we been talkin' about you. JOHN Yeah? PAZUDO Yeah. There's a very wicked '55 Chevy lookin' for you. JOHN Yeah, I know. PAZUDO Watch out for the cop that's in Jerry's Cherry. JOHN Yeah. All right, thanks. John nods and the two cars pull apart down the street. TRAVELING G STREET-STEVE'S WHITE '58 CHEVY The Rock and Roll blares as Terry the Toad cruises along the main drag, singing along with the music. Sitting low in his seat, he looks around, his face aglow, experiencing a new world from the inside of a really fine car. This is the greatest thing that has happened to Terry in seventeen long years of being a short loser. Terry turns a corner and another car pulls alongside. A guy looks out the window. GUY Hey, Toad. Terry looks over and smiles coolly, proud of his new wheels. GUY (leaning out the window) Is that you in that beautiful car? (Terry nods modestly) Geez, what a waste of machinery. Terry's smile changes to a scowl as the car pulls away from him.. Terry accounts the slight to jealousy. Then he forgets it and enjoys driving the beautiful Chevy again. Another car pulls alongside of him as he cruises along slowly. GIRL Hey, kid. Terry looks over at the car cruising next to him. In the back seat, a guy has dropped his trousers and is pushing his bare buttocks against the side window--a classic BA complete with pressed ham. Terry looks away, wondering why this is still happening to him, even in his new car. TRAVELING G STREET-LAURIE'S '58 EDSEL Curt is in the back seat gazing out the window at the dark main street of the small farm community. Steve and Laurie are talking quietly in the front seat. Laurie is sitting near the window and it sounds like Steve is convincing her to move over. Laurie finally does. His arm goes around her and her head rests on his shoulder. Curt is laughing as the Wolfman harasses someone on the radio. The Wolfman is placing a call. WOLFMAN (V.O.) Here we go with another call out of the station. Can you dig it? Answer the phone, dummy. MAN (V.O.) Pinkie's Pizza WOLFMAN Ah, yeah, listen, you got any more of those secret agent spy-scopes? MAN Hit parade on the stethoscope? WOLFMAN No. No, the secret agent spy-scope, man. That pulls in the moon, the sky and the planets... and the satellites and the little bitty space men. MAN You must have the wrong number, partner. WOLFMAN 'Bye. Wolfman cuts into "Why Do Fools Fall in Love." Curt is laughing in the back of the car, as he listens to the ever- present D.J. Steve slows the Edsel to a stop at the next light. Curt glances over at a classic white '56 Thunderbird and sits up. In the T-bird, a girl watches him. Blonde, beautiful, her hair, backlit by a used car lot, seems to glow, making her look almost ethereal. Curt doesn't move, as if afraid of scaring her away. She smiles faintly---then says something, so softly it's lost... CURT What? Curt struggles to lower his window. She repeats it, but he can't hear. The light changes. She smiles once more and is gone. CURT (shouting) What? What?!!! STEVE We didn't say anything. CURT Quick! Hang a right! STEVE What? Why? CURT Cut over to G Street, I've just seen a vision! She was a goddess. You've got to catch her! STEVE I didn't see anything. LAURIE We're not going to spend the night chasing girls for you. CURT I'm telling you, this was the most perfect, dazzling creature I've ever seen. STEVE She's gone. Forget it. CURT She spoke to me. She spoke to me, right through the window. I think she said, "I love you." Curt looks at his sister and Steve in the front seat. They are bored by his romantic visions. CURT That means nothing to you people? You have no romance, no soul? She-- someone wants me. Someone roaming the streets wants me! Will you turn the corner? Laurie looks around at him and seems to pity his flights of poetic fantasy. Curt sits back and shakes his head. PARKING LOT Big John sits in his deuce coupe, backed into the parking lot of the Acme Fall-out Shelter Co., the prime spot in town for girl watching. A guy in wrap-around dark glasses leans by the car next to John. They watch a group of laughing girls cruise by in a Studebaker. JOHN Oh, oh. Later. GUY Alligator. John turns on his lights and swings the deuce coupe out into the flow of traffic, after the Studebaker. John accelerates and pulls alongside the Studebaker. The girl in the front seat rolls down her window. John grins and yells over at the carload of cuties. JOHN Hey, you're new around here. Where're you from? FIRST GIRL Turlock. JOHN Turlock? You know a guy named Frank Bartlett? FIRST GIRL No. Does he go to Turlock High? JOHN Well, he used to. He goes to J.C. now. FIRST GIRL Do you go to J.C.? JOHN Yeah, sure. FIRST GIRL Oh, wow! Do you know Guy Phillips? JOHN Yeah, sure. I got him in a class. FIRST GIRL He's so boss. JOHN How would you like to ride around with me for awhile? FIRST GIRL I'm sorry, I can't. I'm going steady. JOHN Ah, come on! FIRST GIRL I just can't. JOHN You're just ridin' around with a bunch of girls. Hey, how about somebody else in there? Anybody else want to go for a ride? The girls chatter and giggle among themselves. One of the girls dangles a bra out the back window, and they all break into hysterical laughter. The girls try to accelerate ahead, but John stays alongside their car. JOHN Aw, come on... I got plenty of room. It's dangerous to have that many people in a car. Cops see ya, you're had. You got nothing to fear, I'm as harmless as a baby kitten. A small voice rises above the chatter. CAROL I'll go. I'll go. FIRST GIRL Judy's sister wants to ride with you. Is that all right? JOHN (grinning) Yeah, sure, Judy--her sister--her mother--anybody. I'll take 'em all. Listen, we'll go up and stop at that light. It'll turn red by the time we get there. All right? The first girl grins and nods. John winks at her. JOHN You ever get tired of going steady with somebody that ain't around--I'm up for grabs. The cars stop at the light. A girl rushes out from the Studey and runs around the back of John's coupe. She opens the door and climbs in fast as the light changes. The Studebaker pulls off fast. John pushes through the gears and turns and smiles at his pick-up, as "That'll Be the Day" plays on the Wolfman Jack Show. JOHN So, you're Judy's little sister. Carol Morrison shakes her head. She is thirteen years old, very cute--wearing blue jeans, sneakers and a "Dewey Webber Surf Board" T-shirt which hangs to her knees. John seems slightly panicked. JOHN Ah, shit,--how old are you? CAROL Old enough. How old are you? JOHN I'm too old for you. CAROL You can't be that old. JOHN Listen, listen. I think you better go back and sit with your sister. Hey, ah... where are they, anyway? They comin' back or somethin'? This is a joke, right? This better be a joke, 'cause I'm not drivin' you around. CAROL But you asked me. What's the matter? Am I too ugly? (on the verge of tears) Judy doesn't want me with her and now you don't want me with you. Nobody wants me... even my mother and father hate me. Everybody hates me. JOHN No they don't. I mean, I don't know, maybe they do. But I don't. It's just that you're a little young for me. CAROL I am not! If you throw me out I'll scream. JOHN OK, OK, just stay cool. There's no need to scream. We'll think of something. (He looks at her as she wipes her eyes.) It shouldn't take too long to find your sister again. Suddenly, a car horn honks next to them. John looks over at the car. VOICE (O.S.) Hey John--you gonna be there tonight? JOHN Oh, shit! Hey, get down! John grabs Carol by the neck and pushes her head down onto his lap so she can't be seen. John casually waves to the friend in the car cruising alongside. JOHN Hey, cool... Carol's head is being held down on his lap. She looks up at him. CAROL Hey, is this what they call copping a feel? John jumps, and immediately lets go of her as if burned. JOHN NO! Uh uh. N-O. Don't even say that. Jesus... John is beginning to sweat now. CAROL What's your name? JOHN Mud, if anybody sees you. CRUISING G STREET-STEVE'S '58 CHEVY Terry continues to cruise the main drag, slouched low and looking cool in his newly acquired machine. He adjusts his waterfall curl as the Wolfman dedicates a list of songs. He passes a group of guys bullshitting around the raised hood of a souped-up parked car. Terry cruises alongside two girls in a Ford. He revs the engine to get their attention and once he has it he motions to roll down their window. They flip him the bird instead and he lets them pass. Terry pulls up to a stop light. The car next to him is a '56 Ford--a good opponent and besides, the kid driving looks younger than Terry. TERRY What you got in there, kid? KID More than you can handle. Terry revs his engine. So does the Ford. The tension mounts. The green arrow for the left turn lane flashes on, the car on Terry's other side moves off, and before he can control his reflexes, Terry, too, has shot into the intersection while the light remains red! Terry quickly shifts and returns to the starting position. The other driver is grinning. Terry is flustered and embarrassed. Terry revs the Chevy a couple more times, concentration intently this time on the right light. Green!... The Ford bolts into the intersection. Terry likewise floors the gas pedal and goes crashing backwards into a large Buick. Terry is stunned for a moment, then realizes he forgot to shift into first. He fumbles to get the car into first gear. A distinguished looking man comes up to his window after inspecting the damage. Terry tries to escape, but in his panic the engine dies. He struggles to start it. OLDER MAN Excuse me, but I think we've had an accident. TERRY Well, goddamnit, I won't report you this time, but next time just watch it, will ya? Terry roars off in a cloud of indignant smoke, leaving the gentleman standing in the street looking dismayed. The cars behind him begin to honk their horns and shout crudities. USED CAR LOT Terry pulls up in front of a used car lot and jumps out to inspect the damage to Steve's Chevy. He rubs a small scratch on the back fender, but it won't disappear. As he spits on it, a slick, baggy-suited car salesman ambles up. SALESMAN I'll give you $525 for her on a practically new Corvette... and on top of this, I'm going to know 10% off the low price of this beautiful Vette. I'm talking about only $98 down and $98 a month. Now, how am I able to make you this incredible offer? I'll tell you! I'm forced to move all the sporty cars off the lot as quickly as I can. Boss's orders. He doesn't want 'em. I think it's a mistake, but what can I do? Terry begins to get worried as the salesman begins to fondle his new Chevy. He becomes frightened as the salesman attempts to drag him over to one of the 'Vettes. Finally Terry breaks away and jumps back into his car and the salesman continues to rave on as Terry drives away. HIGH SCHOOL GYM--"AT THE HOP" Herbie and the Heartbeats, wearing their matching red blazers, rock into a raunchy rendition of their masterpiece-- HERBIE AND THE HEARTBEATS One, two, three, four-- one, two three, four-- BAH... BAH... BAH... BAH... BAH... BAH... BAH... BAH... BAH... BAH... BAH... BAH... BAH... BAH... BAH... BAH... At the hop!! Pulling back from the bandstand, we see the Dewey High School gym--the basketball nets swung back and draped with crepe, the lights half-low, the noise high, and the waxed floor being polished and pounded by stockinged feet as a seething mob of adolescents join in that ancient rite--The Hop. A hundred of them are dancing and swaying while the band gyrates on a raised platform. Kids on wooden bleachers watch the whirling and spinning mass of ponytails and ducktails, button-down shirts and mid calf skirts, cardigan sweaters with little belts in the back. THE GIRLS' LAVATORY Laurie stands in front of a mirror in a line of other girls. She brushes her hair, staring rather despondently at herself in the mirror. The girl next to her is Peg Fuller, a cute cheerleader. PEG Hey, why are you so depressed? You'll forget him in a week. Listen, after you're elected senior queen you'll have so many boys after your bod-- LAURIE I don't want to go out with anybody else. PEG Laurie, I know it's a drag but you can't--remember what happened to Evelyn Chelnick? When Mike went to the Marines? She had a nervous breakdown and was acting so wacky she got run over by a bus. LAURIE I just wish I could go with him or something. PEG Laurie, jeez... Come on. BOY'S LAVATORY We move down a row of sinks at which guys are working as intently on their coiffures as the girls. Ducktails being smoothed; glassy waterfalls being primped; the fronts of crew cuts being waxed to stand stiff. Steve stands looking at himself, then glances at Eddie Quentin standing next to him, dabbing something on his face. STEVE What's that? Eddie jerks his hand down and hides something. EDDIE What's what? Steve turns and pulls Eddie's hand up. STEVE Hey, zit make-up! (laughing) Wait till I tell--hey, everybody, Eddie-- EDDIE Come on, Steve--don't. Just cool it. He takes his pimple cream back and Steve continues to laugh. He stops slowly and looks at himself again in the mirror. He finds something on his neck, looks around at Eddie. STEVE (quietly) Let me see some of that stuff. Eddie gives him the tube and Steve dabs it on his neck. EDDIE You leave tomorrow? Steve nods. EDDIE You and Laurie engaged yet? STEVE No, but we got it worked out. We're still going together but we can date other people. EDDIE And screw around--I hear college girls really give out. Suddenly a voice shouts "One-two--" they turn to see a guy at every toilet hit the flusher on "Three," sending a torrent of water down the pipes. Suddenly, there's a rumbling noise as the pipes break and water gushes over the floor. Panic! Everybody crashes for the doors, laughing and shoving each other. HIGH SCHOOL GYM The guys tumble out the lavatory door and abruptly cool it as a dumb-looking paunchy teacher stops and looks them over, rocking on his heels. They escape quietly. Steve and Eddie meet Laurie coming out of the girls' lavatory with Peg. They're watching the dancers as Hervie and his band moan through a slow number--"She's So Fine." STEVE Come on. LAURIE Come on what? STEVE Let's dance. LAURIE No thanks. STEVE Laurie, I want to dance. LAURIE Who's stopping you? Eddie and Peg are listening and watching. Steve smiles at them like everything's okay. He glares at Laurie. STEVE (under his breath) Laurie, I thought since this was our last night together for 3 months, you might want to dance with me. LAURIE How sentimental. You'll be back at Christmas. STEVE I want to dance now, not at Christmas. He takes her arm, which she pulls away. LAURIE Get your cooties off me-- Eddie and Peg are watching with great interest. Steve smiles at them again. Then he leans down and whispers something to Laurie. LAURIE Go ahead, slug me, scar my face. I wouldn't dance with you if you were the last guy left in this gym. EDDIE Uh, Peg, I think we should dance. PEG No, this is getting good. LAURIE I'll dance with you, Eddie. You don't mind, do you, Peggy? She takes Eddie by the hand and leaves Steve fuming with Peg. PEG Joe College strikes out. Steve gives her a snide look, then watches Laurie and Eddie laughing, as they join in The Stroll. The whole gym is Strolling in unison, like some strange musical military formation. HIGH SCHOOL HALLWAY The Stroll music floats from the gym down the empty hall. Curt walks along with his hands in his pockets. One last trip down the grey, locker-lined corridor. He slows and stops by locker 2127. He smiles a little, then flips the dial of the lock. Once to the right--back to the left--then to the right again. Curt hits the handle. It doesn't open. Changed already. He shrugs and goes off down the hallway. HIGH SCHOOL GYM Curt walks in the background, behind the line of kids clapping as one couple Strolls down between them. Then Curt hears somebody call him. MR. WOLFE (O.S.) Hey--Curtis! Curt wanders over toward a young teacher, Mr. Wolfe, who is surrounded by a group of admiring (and grade-seeking) girls. Mr. Wolfe wears ivy league clothes and is about twenty-five, not much older than his students. MR. WOLFE Curtis, come here. Help me, will you? I'm surrounded. GIRL You won't dance? Come on. MR. WOLFE No, really, I'd like to, but I can't. I mean, if old Mr. Simpson came in here and saw me dancing with one of you sexy little--excuse me... one of you young ladies, he'd have my rear end. GIRLS Aahhh. The all giggle. Mr. Wolfe shrugs at Curt and heads for a door. Curt follows him and they escape from the girls into the night. OUTSIDE THE GYM Curt and Mr. Wolfe come out of the gym. Mr. Wolfe sees a couple of guys skulking around in the shadows smoking cigarettes and laughing. The music has changed to "See You in September." MR. WOLFE Hey, Warren. Come on, gentlemen, back inside. Put 'em out. Let's go. CURT (grinning as he pulls out a pack of cigarettes) Kids... Want one? MR. WOLFE (taking one from the pack) All right. Hey, I thought you'd left. CURT No, not yet. (looking for matches) I have no matches. Mr. Wolfe takes out a pack of matches and lights both their cigarettes. They walk down a chain-link fence, past dark, venetian-blinded classrooms. MR. WOLFE Brother, how do I get stuck with dance supervision? Will you tell me that?... You going back East? Boy, I remember the day I went off. Got drunk as hell the night before. Just-- CURT Blotto. MR. WOLFE Blotto. Exactly. Barfed on the train all the next day. CURT (grinning) Cute. Very cute. Where'd you go again? MR. WOLFE Middlebury. Vermont. Got a scholarship. CURT And only stayed a semester. MR. WOLFE (smiling and nodding) One semester. And after all that, I came back here. CURT Why? MR. WOLFE (shrugging) Decided I wasn't the competitive type. I don't know... maybe I was scared. CURT Well, you know I might find I'm not the competitive type myself. MR. WOLFE What do you mean? CURT Well, I'm not really sure that I'm going. MR. WOLFE Hey, now--don't be stupid. Go. Experience life. Have some fun, Curtis. Then a voice calls from the shadows. JANE (O.S.) Bill? They turn and see a girl coming out of a doorway. Mr. Wolfe looks at Jane, one of his students, but doesn't say anything. JANE I mean--Mr. Wolfe. Can I speak with you a minute. (She smiles at Curt.) Hi, Curt. CURT Jane... He looks at Mr. Wolfe, who seems a little embarrassed. Then, Mr. Wolfe sticks out his hand. MR. WOLFE Anyway--good luck, Curtis. Curt shakes his hand. CURT Yeah... I'll see you. Thanks a lot. Curt walks back toward the gym. Looking around, he sees Mr. Wolfe standing in the shadows with the girl, talking intimately. Curt turns away and goes off. Before going back into the gym, Curt stops. He sees a white T-bird parked among a row of cars in the parking lot. He walks--then starts running toward the car. There's a blonde sitting in the front seat making out with some guy. Curt leans down to the window and is about to say something to his dream girl. But she turns and he sees it's not her. Her boyfriend glares at him like he's some kind of peeping Tom. Curt backs away awkwardly, trying to smile. He leaves. CRUISING MAIN STREET--'32 DEUCE COUPE The yellow Ford coupe is gliding down the street--skimming around corners gracefully as the night lights glide up its lacquered hood. Inside the car, Carol glances at John and smiles. The Wolfman is howling on the radio. WOLFMAN (V.O.) A Wolfman exclusive for ya now. The Beach Boys, baby, a brand new group. I predict they gonna go a long way. This is called "Surfin' Safari." Carol is continuing to jabber on, relating past adventures with her little friends. John is unimpressed. CAROL So the next night we found out where they parked and went out with ammunition. JOHN Don't you have homework or something to do? CAROL No sweat--my mother does it. Anyway, he thought he was had. He started the car and couldn't see through the windshield--and zoomed straight into the canal--it was a riot. John smiles sarcastically. CAROL I still got some, so don't try anything. She takes a pressurized can of shaving cream and squirts his nose. He swipes the shaving cream on his nose--swerving--A car honks. JOHN Hey, watch it will ya! Jesus Christ, thanks a lot. (looking at her angrily) Hey, drivin' is a serious business. I ain't havin' no accidents because of you. Carol sinks into her corner of the car. She sticks her tongue out for a quick moment. JOHN (catching her look) Come on, don't give me any grief. I'm warning ya. CAROL Spare me, killer. He stares at her and she shuts up. "Surfin' Safari" is blaring on the radio and she starts twisting with the music. John turns the radio off. CAROL Why'd you do that? JOHN I don't like that surfing shit. Rock 'n Roll's been going downhill ever since Buddy Holly died. CAROL Don't you think the Beach Boys are boss! JOHN You would, you grungy little twerp. CAROL Grungy? You big weenie, if I had a boyfriend he'd pound you. JOHN (looking in the rear- view mirror) Sure--ah, shit, Holstein! She looks around, and sees a police car following them, bubble lights aglow. CAROL Good, a cop--I'm going to tell him you tried to rape me. John pulls the car over and stops. JOHN Oh, no--No. Hey-- CAROL It's past my curfew. I'm going to tell him how old I am, my parents don't know I'm out and you tried to rape me. Boy, are you up a creek. John looks at her. JOHN Hey--ah, really--don't say anything. She looks at him. CAROL If you say "I was a dirty bird. Carol's not grungy, she's bitchin'." The cop is tapping at John's window. John wipes his face. CAROL Say it--I'll tell him. JOHN (quietly) I was a dirty bird, Carol's not grungy, she's bitchin.' CAROL Okay--I'll think about it. "The Great Imposter" can be heard on the passing car radios. John rolls down his window. He looks at the surly cop. HOLSTEIN Where you going, Milner? JOHN I'm going home--sir. HOLSTEIN Where you been, Milner? JOHN Ah--at the movies--sir. HOLSTEIN Milner, you weren't around the 12th and G streets at about 8:30, were you? JOHN No, I wa at the movies--like I said-- sir. Holstein looks at him, then steps back, looks at the car. Holstein's only a couple years older than John, but the uniform separates them by light years. HOLSTEIN Uh-huh. Milner, the reason I stopped you was because the light on your license plate is out. (opening his ticket book) I'm gonna have to cite you for that. And Milner, the front end of this... this... this thing you're driving looks a little low. JOHN Oh, no sir. It's twelve and a half inches. Regulation size. Now, it's been checked several times. You can check it if you like, sir. Holstein just glares at him and then leans in close through the window. HOLSTEIN Look, Milner. JOHN Yes, sir. HOLSTEIN You can't fool with the law. JOHN Yes, sir. HOLSTEIN We know that was you tonight. We have an excellent description of this car. I could run you in right now and I could make it stick. But I'm not gonna do that, Milner, you know why? John shakes his head no. HOLSTEIN Because I want to catch you in the act. And when I do, I'm gonna nail you, but good. Happy Birthday, Milner. Holstein drops the ticket through the window onto John's lap. He starts back to his patrol car. When he's out of earshot John answers. JOHN Thank you--asshole. CAROL (looking over at him) You're a regular J.D. JOHN Here, file that under C.S. over there. Carol takes the ticket and opens the glove compartment. CAROL C.S.? What's that stand for? JOHN Chicken shit--that's what it is. CAROL Oh... She looks amazed as she adds the new ticket to a mess of similar tickets crammed in the glove compartment. The police car pulls by them. John scowls, then roars his engine and pulls back into the stream of traffic. CRUISING MAIN STREET--STEVE'S '58 CHEVY Terry is looking and feeling like he's got it made. He downshifts and slows for a red light. A very mean-looking black '55 Chevy--blown, scooped and slicked--pulls up next to him. The driver, Bob Falfa, has a gum-chewing girlfriend sitting almost on top of him. Terry challenges the '55 Chevy by revving his engine. Bob Falfa doesn't even look over. He revs his engine--which sounds like a cross between a Boeing 707 and a SuperChief. Terry can't believe it. He quits revving his engine--feeling deflated. Terry looks over at the snotty grin on Falfa's girlfriends' face. GIRLFRIEND Ain't he neat? Terry doesn't say anything and Bob Falfa glares over at him. FALFA Hey, you know a guy around here with a piss yellow deuce coupe--supposed to be hot stuff? TERRY You mean John Milner? Falfa nods slowly. TERRY Hey, nobody can beat him, man. He's got the fastest-- FALFA I ain't nobody, dork. Right? TERRY Right... FALFA Hey, you see this Milner, you tell him I'm lookin' for him, huh? Tell him I aim to blow his ass right off the road. GIRLFRIEND (giving another snotty smile) Ain't he neat? Terry doesn't say anything. There's another incredible scream as Falfa roars off, leaving Terry to stare through his smoke. Terry accelerates the '58 Chevy--at a prudent speed. As the radio blares "Almost Grown," Terry glides past the lighted stores slowly, taking in everything with wide eyes from his beautiful new car. Terry passes a steaming rear-end collision at an intersection where two guys and two girls are all yelling. Then, suddenly, he spots a girl--walking--alone. His mouth drops open in amazement as he slows to a crawl. Debbie, nineteen, with blonde hair, wearing a blue and white spaghetti- strap dress, strolls along the sidewalk. Terry rolls the powerful engine, but she ignores him. As he passes her, he speeds up. TERRY What a babe... what a bitchin' babe... And Wolfman Baby, she's all mine. Terry tears around the corner and starts his approach once more. He quickly whips out his comb, touches up his hair and settles down into a comfortable slouch. TERRY Okay, honey, here I come--James Dean lives! He hits the clutch, roars the engine a couple more times and then--disaster. Debbie passes behind some rough looking dudes on motorcycles, parked along the curb. One especially vicious biker turns and looks at Terry as he passes. Terry roars off around the block. TERRY Stay cool, honey--don't let those creeps bug you. Wolfman, please don't let those creeps bug her... please. As Debbie passes the bikers, they hoot, holler, and make barnyard noises. From the cat calls, and Debbie's manner it seems obvious that Debbie is a girl a lot of boys have "known." She has walked clear of the bikers as Terry screeches around the corner again. He pulls up alongside her and again slows to a crawl. The pass each other for awhile, but she doesn't look over. TERRY Hi! (lowering his voice) Hello... buenos noches? Need a lift? Nice night for a walk? Do you know John Milner? Curt Henderson? Sure you wouldn't like a ride somewhere? Did anyone ever tell you that you look just like Connie Stevens? This stops her and she turns--Terry hits the brakes and the car bounces. TERRY You do! I mean it! Just like Connie Stevens. I met her once. DEBBIE For real? TERRY Yeah. At a Dick Clark road show. Debbie starts slowly toward the car. DEBBIE You really think I look like her? TERRY No shit--excuse me, I mean I'm not just feeding you a line. You look like Connie Stevens. What's your name? DEBBIE Debbie. I always though I looked like Sandra Dee. TERRY Oh yeah--well, you look a lot like her too. DEBBIE This your car? TERRY Yeah. I'm Terry the--they call me Terry the Tiger. DEBBIE It's really tough looking. TERRY What school do you go to? DEBBIE Dewey--can it lay rubber? TERRY Oh yeah, it's got a 327 Chevy mill with six Strombergs. DEBBIE Wow--bitchin' tuck and roll. I just love the feel of tuck and roll upholstery. TERRY You do? DEBBIE Yeah. TERRY Well, come on in--I'll let you feel it. I mean, you can touch it if you want-- (realizing it's coming out wrong he gets nervous) I mean the upholstery, you know. DEBBIE Okay. Terry is elated. He climbs out of the car and she slides in the driver's side. Terry climbs back in next to her and slams the door. She's sitting right next to him--like a real date should. Terry gets a little nervous. DEBBIE Peel out. TERRY What? DEBBIE Peel out. I love it when guys peel out. Terry nods, checks his clutch, revs the engine to a high- pitched whine and they're off-- The tires smoke, scream, the car shots off, fish-tailing, nearly hitting a parked car, straightening out... and disappears down Main Street. HIGH SCHOOL GYM--THE HOP On stage, the band is "taking five." They're looking tough for the girls while the Student Body Secretary is making announcements at the mike. GIRL --a great band and they came all the way from Stockton. Let's hear it. There's applause as the girl continues. GIRL And we want to thank Darby Langdon, who did all these neat decorations. There's more applause. Standing among the crowd, Steve and Laurie both look angry. LAURIE I don't care if you leave this second. GIRL (into the mike) Now the next dance is gonna be a snowball and leading it off is last year's class president Steven Bolander-- and this year's head cheerleader, Laurie Henderson. There's applause, whistles and cheers from the crowd. A blue spotlight floats over the dance floor and then lands on Steve and Laurie, who are in the midst of their argument. STEVE What's wrong with you! You're acting like a snotty-- Laurie squints into the spotlight and realizes everybody's watching them. LAURIE Oh God, come on. STEVE Come on what? LAURIE (pulling him toward the floor) Oh, Steven--please, everybody's watching. Smile or something. Steve gives a sick smile as she drags him out onto the floor. A record needle scratches and "Smoke Gets in Your Eyes" blares out as Steve and Laurie dance alone in the middle of the floor. The crowd quiets, getting a little misty about this soon-to-be separated teenage couple. For their part, Steve and Laurie are arguing, whispering in each other's ears. LAURIE You think I care if you go off. You think I'm going to crack up or something. Are you conceited! STEVE Quit--quit pinching--I don't know why I ever started taking you out in the first place. He takes her hand from the tucked-under-the-chin position and puts it around him, in a bear-hug. LAURIE You take me out? When we first met you didn't have enough sense to take the garbage out... I asked you out, remember? STEVE What do you mean, you asked me out! LAURIE Backwards Day--remember? If I had waited for you to ask me--even after that you didn't call me for two weeks. STEVE I was busy. LAURIE You were scared. Dave Oboler told me. Then when you did ask me out you didn't kiss me for three dates. STEVE Well--I was-- LAURIE Scared--Jim Kaylor told me. I even asked my father why you hadn't kissed me. STEVE Your father--great! LAURIE He said he thought you were bright and you'd probably think of kissing me after a while. He moans. LAURIE You didn't, of course. I had to. Remember that picnic? STEVE Out at the canyon? LAURIE Oh boy! You can't remember anything-- the first one, up at the lake. That was the first time you kissed me--I practically had to throw myself at you. STEVE (quietly) I remember. They continue to dance slowly. Laurie starts to cry, hating herself for it. Steve loosens a minute and looks at her. STEVE What's wrong? LAURIE Go to hell. He holds her tighter and they circle the floor, all alone, the crowd watching quietly, the gym echoing with "Smoke Gets in Your Eyes." THE GYM PARKING LOT Curt is leaning against a car in the parking lot. He's looking up at the stars and listening to the music floating out from the gym. WENDY What are you doin', stealing hub caps? A pretty, dark-haired girl, Wendy, slides up next to him and leans against the car. There's an awkward pause like that which happens often when two people who used to be close meet after things have changed. CURT Well--hey, Wendy. WENDY How've you been? CURT Fine. Great. How've you been? A horn honks and Wendy turns to a VW that's idling nearby. WENDY I'm coming--wait a sec. (turning back to Curt) She's got her car. Hey, I thought you were going away to school. CURT Ah, maybe... maybe. WENDY Same old Curt. All the time we were going together you never knew what you were doing... well, anyway, I gotta go. CURT Hey, Wendy--where are you going? WENDY Nowhere. CURT (smiling at her) Well, you mind if I come along? WENDY (affectionately) Okay. CURT Okay. They go off toward the VW and climb in. BACK INSIDE THE GYM The hop is almost over and the lights have been lowered, conservatively. Steve and Laurie hold each other, hardly moving and he kisses her. Still kissing, they continue to circle slowly--until a short, totally bald teacher comes and pokes Steve in the side. MR. KROOT All right, Bolander, break it up. You know the rules. You and your panting girlfriend want to do that you'll have to go someplace else. He gives them a disgusted look and starts off. STEVE Hey, Kroot! The teacher turns, surprised by the omission of "Mr." STEVE Why don't you go kiss a duck. Kroot's beady eyes widen and he comes back. KROOT What? What did you say? STEVE I said go kiss a duck, marblehead. Kroot is stunned and people have stopped dancing to watch MR. KROOT Bolander--you're suspended. You're-- don't even come Monday. You are out! STEVE (smiling broadly) I graduated last semester. Suddenly everything has changed. Mr. Kroot is furious, but unable to do anything. He finally storms off in a huff. Steve, Laurie and the people watching all laugh. STEVE (to Laurie) Get your shoes. Let's go before we get thrown out. THE GYM PARKING LOT Steve and Laurie walk toward her Edsel. In the background Wolfman Jack is taking a phone call from someone. MAN (V.O.) Hello, Wolfman. WOLFMAN (V.O.) Who's this? MAN This is Weird Willard. WOLFMAN Hold on a minute, let me get my pants off... you understand? Steve opens the door to the car and then turns Laurie and kisses her. STEVE Why don't we go to the canal? LAURIE (teasing) What for? STEVE Listen, I can get tough with you too, you know. LAURIE Yeah, hard tough. She kisses him and they get into the car. As they pull out, the Wolfman continues his conversation on the radio. WOLFMAN (V.O.) I got 'em down around my knees, man. Wear these tight pants. I can't get 'em... All right, I'm gonna do my little dance now, man. And the Wolfman goes into an insane rain-dance rhythm as we hear "Little Darlin'" CRUISING MAIN STREET--STEVE'S '58 CHEVY Terry not only looks cool now, but is cool, singing with the radio, a girl beside him. Hot stuff. Terry ever so slowly tries to put his arm around her, but by the time he manages it, he has to shift. They drive by some kids having a car-to-car water pistol war. TERRY I go to Dewey too, ya know. DEBBIE I never seen ya. TERRY I bug out a lot. When I graduate, I'm going to join the Marines. DEBBIE They got the best uniforms. But what if there's a war? TERRY With the bomb, who's going to start it? We'd all blow up together. Anyway, I'd rather be at the front. I'm like that--rather be where the action is, you know. Once I got in a fight with-- DEBBIE I love Eddie Burns. Terry stops, trying to figure out where their conversation went. TERRY Eddie Burns--oh, yeah, Eddie Burns. I met him once, too. DEBBIE You really think I look like Connie Stevens? I like her--Tuesday Weld is too much of a beatnik, don't you think? TERRY Yeah, beatniks are losers. DEBBIE Who do you like? I mean, singers and stuff. Terry slowly maneuvers his arm around her. TERRY Ah hell--I like most of the people you like. DEBBIE (putting her head on his shoulder) That's nice--we got a lot in common. Both of them start singing with the radio. Suddenly she puts her hand on his leg. DEBBIE You know what I'd like more than anything in the world right now? Terry almost does a comic strip "Gulp!" DEBBIE I'd love a double Chubby Chuck. Isn't that what you'd like more than anything right now? TERRY (quietly) Sure... MEL'S DRIVE-IN The endless chrome-flashing parade continues. Among the lines of fine cars, Terry is parked in the '58 Chevy next to an order speaker on a metal pole. Terry leans out the car window and orders into the intercom. TERRY A double Chubby Chuck, a Mexicali Chili Barb, two orders of French fries-- DEBBIE And cherry cokes. The intercom clicks on and a garbled voice squawks back at him. INTERCOM Ark, wark, dork. TERRY (pushing the button) Now wait a minute. What? Huh? INTERCOM Ark, wark, dork. TERRY Yeah, right. Cool. As they wait for their order, several guys in various passing cars yell sleazy greetings to Debbie. Suddenly, a rough- looking face, belonging to Vic Lozier, pops in her window. VIC Hey, Deb. How's my soft baby? DEBBIE Beat it, Vic. I'm not your baby. Terry nervously pretends not to hear. VIC Oh, come on, honey. So I never called you back. I've been, you know, busy... DEBBIE Three weeks... besides, it only took one night for me to realize that if brains were dynamite, you couldn't blow your nose. VIC Look who's talking. Who's the wimp you're hanging out with now? Einstein? DEBBIE Tiger happens to be very intelligent. Unlike you. I know every thing your dirty little mind is thinking... (She looks out the window, down at Vic's pants) ...it shows... TERRY Hey, now-- (his voice cracks) I mean, hey now, buddy, the lady obviously doesn't-- VIC Look, creep, you want a knuckle sandwich? TERRY Ah, no thanks, I'm waiting for a double Chubby--Chuck... VIC Then shut your smart ass mouth! I'll call ya, Deb, some night when I'm hard up. DEBBIE I won't be home. Vic makes a kiss-off noise. She lights a match and flicks it at him. He finally leaves. TERRY You seem to, ah--know a lot of weird guys. DEBBIE That sex fiend is not a friend of mine; he's just horny. That's why I like you, you're different. TERRY I am? You really think I'm intelligent? She moves very close to him and whispers in his ear. DEBBIE Yeah. And I'll bet you're smart enough to get us some brew. TERRY Brew? DEBBIE Yeah. TERRY Brew... oh--yeah... oh, sure... (she kisses him) Yes! Liquor! This place is too crowded anyway. Terry backs out and drives off, leaving the approaching car hop standing in an empty parking space. CAR HOP What about your double Chubby Chuck, mexicali-chili-barb and (looking at the tray) --two cherry cokes, sir? CRUISING MAIN STREET-'57 VOLKSWAGEN We see the white T-bird ahead for just a moment, before it accelerates, passes a car and disappears, as we hear "Peppermint Twist" from the radio. In the VW, Curt is in the back, shaking the driver's seat, yelling at Bobbie. Wendy is in front next to Bobbie. CURT There--don't you see it? Speed up, you're losing her-- BOBBIE Quit shouting in my ear! CURT Cut around him, cut around him. The little VW swerves and cuts around an old dagoed Dodge, then speeds along the fast lane. Ahead, we catch a glimpse of the T-bird as it turns a corner. CURT There, hang a right--over there! Bobbie turns, somebody honks, she hits the curb, shifting madly she mis-clutches; the beetle lugs forward; Curt falls back in the seat and Wendy looks at him. CURT You lost her! WENDY What's wrong with you? You know Bobbie gets nose bleeds when she's upset. BOBBIE I do not! You shut up! CURT Lost her again. Ah, Wendy, my old lover, come back here and console me. WENDY Eat your heart out. Who was she anyway? CURT I don't know, but I'm going to find out. BOBBIE I know her! There are a few moments of silence as Bobbie lets Curt sweat it out. Finally, Curt breaks. CURT Okay, come on, who is she? BOBBIE You know Mr. Beeman? He owns Hepcat Jewelers. CURT Yeah. BOBBIE Well, she's his wife. CURT But she was young and beautiful, and cruising 10th Street. You're thinking of someone else. WENDY Mr. Beeman's not so old. CURT What cruel fate keeps me from my true love? How am I ever going to meet her? WENDY (to Bobbie) Did you know that my ex is going to become a presidential aide? It's supposed to be a secret, but his big ambition in life is to shake hands with President Kennedy. How are you going to accomplish that at J.C.? CURT Maybe I've grown up. Maybe I've changed my mind. WENDY Maybe you don't think you can do it! CURT Maybe you should shut up! WENDY Maybe I will... and maybe I won't. CURT Why don't you move your bod into aft chamber, where we might discuss this in private. BOBBIE (seeing that Wendy is considering it) Thanks a lot. CURT Come on, Wendy? She doesn't say anything. They pull up to a stoplight. Wendy looks at the red stoplight and then abruptly gets out of the car and jumps in the back. WENDY Well, slide over, I'm not sitting on your lap. She gets in and the car goes off. In the back seat, Curt and Wendy are talking softly. He puts his arm around her and she makes a face, but doesn't remove it. Bobbie watches in the rear-view mirror, Curt sees her. CURT To the Opera, James. BOBBIE Drop dead. CURT Unless you want to go to Gallo Dam and have an orgy. WENDY You wish. Curt looks at her and turns her head. He kisses her and puts his arm around her. They neck. The radio plays "Barbara Ann." The little VW flashes by in the stream of traffic. Bobbie drives, glancing in here rear-view mirror occasionally and also watching the station wagon ahead, in which two pairs of feet are dancing against the back window. Wendy pulls away from Curt's lips and looks out the window. WENDY I've been silly. I'm glad you're going to stay. Maybe we'll have some classes together. CURT Maybe. BOBBIE (from the front seat) Look, there's Kip Pullman! He's so neat. Wendy turns and leans forward, laughing. Curt watches her seriously, studying her. BOBBIE Do you know Kip? CURT Huh? Yeah, I know him. BOBBIE Talk to him when we go by. CURT What do you want me to say? BOBBIE Anything... I just want to meet him. They pull up next to Kip's car and Curt leans forward and yells out Bobbie's window. CURT Kip, baby, what's up? KIP Henderson, long time no see. Whadaya been doing? CURT Not much, just wanted to let you know that Bobbie here is hopelessly in love with you and trembles at the sight of your rippling biceps... Bobbie swerves the car away and turns a corner. She stops on a dime at the curb. BOBBIE You creep, fink, son-of-a-bitch-- She turns and starts flailing at Curt with her purse. CURT Help, wait! Joke--Joke--Bobbie, remember your nose bleeds! BOBBIE Get out--get out of my car--I hate you! CURT Excuse me--ouch--Wendy--I got to go now. Wendy is laughing and Curt climbs over her out of the small car. He gets out and closes the door. Wendy changes seats and looks at him seriously. WENDY Curt, I hope I see you at registration. Call me if you want. It was nice seeing you again. CURT See ya. The car pulls off and Curt watches it. Suddenly, he sees something--the T-bird going the other way down the street. CURT Oh shit--there!! Wait! The VW's gone and Curt starts after the T-bird on foot. He runs down the middle of the street, oblivious to the horns honking and the cars swerving to miss him. We move with Curt as he moves like a broken field runner through the traffic only to finally lose the girl and the Thunderbird and to slow and finally stop, standing on the white line. Cars slow down and kids rubberneck as they go by him. CRUISING G STREET--'32 YELLOW DEUCE COUPE John is driving and the Wolfman is howling on the radio while Carol is having the time of her life. WOLFMAN (V.O.) Went to a dance lookin' for romance. Found Barbara Ann... baby... Hey, this one is for all you out there watchin' the Submarine Races. And the radio moans into "Who Wrote the Book of Love." Carol sits with her feet up against the dash. John knocks them off and she scowls at him. CAROL I'm so thirsty, I could die. Just a little 10 cent coke to wet my whistle. It won't take a minute, I can drink it in the-- John suddenly hits the brakes and Carol almost hits the floor. John reaches over and opens the door. JOHN Why don't you just get out and get one then! So long, goodbye, hasta lumbago. She stares at him, shaken, looking sweet and helpless. He turns and looks at her. A tear rolls down her cheek slowly. John can't take it. JOHN All right, one coke and then home. Carol is delighted. She slams the door. John takes off. CAROL Isn't it great, the way I can cry whenever I want. A lot of people can't do that, but Vicki showed me how. I bet you can't cry. JOHN Don't count on it. I may surprise you any minute now. MEL'S DRIVE-IN John cruises around the lot until he finds a space among the rows of dazzling cars. He pulls in and leans out to hit the intercom button. JOHN (into intercom) One ten cent coke. Is ice extra? All right, ice. CAROL Thanks for nothing. She looks around, sitting up so maybe some of her friends will see her in John's neat car. CAROL Oh rats, I though some of my friends might be here. JOHN Probably a couple of weeks past their bedtime. CAROL Wait, there's Dee Dee. I hope she sees me. JOHN Oh Shit, Dee Dee! A long line of cars coast past. Occasionally, someone yells a greeting to John. The car hop brings the coke. Then a couple, Al and Linda, come over. They lean in the window smiling--John prays they don't see Carol. AL Hiya, John. Say, do you think if I brought my Mopar by the shop Monday you could spot weld the bumper bracket? JOHN Have to be before noon. AL Sure. Hey, have you met Linda? JOHN No. Hi--ahh, this is my, ahh, cousin, Carol. I'm kinda babysitting tonight. CAROL Babysitting!! She slugs John on the arm. John grabs her arm as she starts to swing again. JOHN Jesus--watch it, will yuh? (smiling at Al) Been hittin' me all night. Kids will be kids, you know. She struggles to hit him and spills her coke all over the car. He pushes her rather roughly against the door. JOHN Watch out--damn it! Look what--why don't you grow up! (looking at Al again) We don't get along too well. It's been like this-- CAROL You spastic creep! She is about to really cry this time. She jumps out of the car and runs off down the street. John wipes his car out as Al and Linda watch in amazement. JOHN We don't get along too well. You know what cousins are like. AL Yeah... well, I'll see ya on Monday before noon. John mutters profanities to himself, but his anger subsides after a few moments. He looks back in the direction Carol went. All he can see are two Hell's Angels on choppers rolling in the same direction. He looks a little concerned and starts the coupe. CRUISING MAIN STREET--'32 YELLOW DEUCE COUPE John roars along looking for her until he sees her walking angrily along the sidewalk--being followed by a Ford full of guys. John passes Carol and the Ford and pulls over and stops just ahead of them. Carol stops when she sees John. The Ford also stops and the guys call out to her. She considers the situation a moment, then runs and gets in with John. He pulls off and she grins at him happily. CAROL Hi cousin, how's your bod? SCENIC LIQUOR STORE--STEVE'S '58 CHEVY Terry pulls into the parking lot and stops. He looks up at the flashing liquor store sign and considers his battle plan. "Maybe Baby" by Buddy Holly is playing on the radio. DEBBIE Do you have an ID? TERRY No... hey, but no sweat. What'll it be? Beer, little wine? DEBBIE If you could get some Old Harper, I'd give you a French kiss. TERRY Old Harper, rrright! He gives her an OK sign with his fingers and goes over to the store. He starts to enter, then stops and thinks. He sees a man in a business suit approaching, and smiles. TERRY Excuse me, sir, while you're in there-- I mean, since you're going in anyway, I wonder if-- MAN Yes, son? TERRY Could you--sir--could you give me the time? MAN (looking at his watch) Why sure, it's a quarter to twelve. TERRY Great. Quarter to twelve. Thanks a lot. The man regards him, Terry pretends to start off until the man goes in. Terry pulls himself together as another man approaches, or rather stumbles up, being older, scruffy and, essentially, a bum. TERRY Pardon me, sir, but I lost my I.D. in--in a flood and I'd like to get some Old Harper, hard stuff. Would you mind buying a bottle for me? The bum is still trying to focus on Terry and smiles. BUM Why certainly, I lost my wife, too-- her name wasn't Idy, though, and it wasn't in a flood--but I know what ya-- TERRY Thanks, here's enough for a pint. The old man takes the money and falls into the store. Terry watches and then waves to Debbie in the car that everything is cool. As he waits for the bum to come back out, the first man in the suit exits. Terry smiles at him again. TERRY Hi. Still quarter to twelve. MAN Right-o. Night. TERRY Night. The man gets into the car and backs out. Terry goes over to the window of the liquor store and looks to see how the wino's doing with his booze. Terry sees the liquor store owner setting four bottles of cheap wine on the counter. TERRY (gesturing through the window from outside) Hey, no. Not wine. Ssss--hey! The owner turns and sees Terry waving. Terry ducks out of sight. When he looks back again, Terry sees the old bum is gone! Terry can't believe it. He finally enters the store. INSIDE THE LIQUOR STORE Terry tries to look very casual as he sidles up to the counter. Country-Western music hums over the liquor in hi- fi. TERRY (smiling at the owner) Hi there--ah, say--was there an old man in here a minute ago? OWNER Yeah. He went out the back. Terry is destroyed. OWNER You want something? Terry looks at the man and the endless rows of liquor behind him. TERRY Yeah--ah--let me have a Three Musketeers, ah, and a ball point pen ther, a comp, a pint of Old Harper, couple of flashlight batteries and some of this beef jerky. The owner puts everything into a bag and starts to ring it up. OWNER Okay, got an I.D. for the liquor? TERRY A what? Oh, sure-- (feeling his pockets) Oh nuts, I left it--I left it in the car. OWNER Sorry, you'll have to get it before-- TERRY Well, I can't. I also ah, forgot the car. The owner takes the liquor out of the bag and puts it back on the shelf. Terry stands there. The owner takes the money from him and gives him his change. OUTSIDE THE LIQUOR STORE Terry comes back to the Chevy with the bag full of junk. Debbie smiles at him excitedly and scoots over to the window. DEBBIE Hey, did ya get it? Ya get it, ya get it? He hands her the bag. DEBBIE You got it. You got it! She goes through the bag and finds a comb and the batteries. DEBBIE You didn't get it. Why didn't you get it? TERRY Ah, well, I needed some things and I thought as long as I was in there-- look, Debbie, can you loan me a dollar? DEBBIE What? Are you for real? Come on. Girls don't pay. Guys pay. TERRY Yeah, well, see--I've only got a fifty and he doesn't have change. DEBBIE Well, I can't believe this... I really cannot believe this. Here. She takes the money from a squeeze-open plastic change purse and hands it to him. Terry smiles weakly and goes back to try his luck again at the liquor store. He stops in front of the door as a young guy with numerous tattoos on his bulging arms approaches the liquor store. TERRY Hi--excuse me. I was wondering--could you, ah-- GUY Buy you a bottle of booze. Yeah, I know. You lost your I.D. What kind do you want? TERRY (amazed) Gee, that's terrific. Ah, just some ah--Old Harper. He takes Terry's money and enters the store. The clerk hands the man a bottle of Old Harper. Terry waves excitedly to Debbie, lowering his pants a bit. Suddenly, there's a gunshot! Terry whirls to see the young man stuffing cash from the register into his pockets, backing away with a smoking gun. He rushes out of the store, tossing the bottle to Terry and running off into the night. Suddenly, the owner emerges from behind the counter, shooting wildly. Terry ducks and heads for the car with his pint of Old Harper. AUTO WRECKING YARD John's '32 deuce coupe crunches to a gravelly stop in front of a dark auto-wrecking yard. John and Carol get out and climb over the fence. They walk through a valley of twisted, rusting piles of squashed, mashed and crushed automobiles. John sticks his hand into his pockets moodily and stops and looks at one of the burnt-out cars. JOHN That's Freddy Benson's Vette... he got his head on with some drunk. Never had a chance. Damn good driver, too. What a waste when somebody gets it and it ain't even their fault. CAROL Needs a paint job, that's for sure. John doesn't hear her and walks on. JOHN That Vette over there. Walt Hawkins, a real ding-a-ling. Wrapped it around a fig tree out on Mesa Vista with five kids in it. Draggin' with five kids in the car, how dumb can you get? All the ding-a-lings get it sooner or later. Maybe that's why they invented cars. To get rid of the ding-a-lings. Tough when they take someone with them. CAROL You never had a wreck though--you told me. JOHN I come pretty close a couple of times. Almost rolled once. So far I've been quick enough to stay out of here. The quick and the dead. CAROL I bet you're the fastest. JOHN I've never been beaten--lot of punks have tried. See that '41 Ford there? Used to be the fastest wheels in the valley. I never got a chance to race old Earl. He got his in '55 in the hairiest crash ever happened around here. He was racing a '54 Chevy, bored and loaded, out on the old Oakdale Highway and every damn kid in town was out there. The Chevy lost its front wheel doing about 85. The idiot had torched the spindles to lower the front end and it snapped right off. He slammed bam into the Ford and then they both of them crashed into a row of cars and all those kids watchin! Jesus, eight kids killed including both drivers, looked like a battlefield. Board of Education was so impressed they filmed it. Show it now in Drivers Education, maybe you'll see it. Anyway, since then street racing's gone underground. No spectators, I mean. Too bad. CAROL I'd love to see you race. Carol takes his hand and they walk a bit, until John realizes what he's doing, and drops her hand and pulls away. JOHN Come on! None of that. CAROL Whadaya mean? I'm the one who's supposed to say that. Whadaya afraid of? I'll keep it above the waist. JOHN Funny... (he looks at her for a moment) Who knows, in a few years--but not now, bunny rabbit. CAROL Bunny rabbit! Oh brother, you are such a drip. She stomps off and gets back into the coupe, quickly rolling up all the windows. John saunters up and finds the door locked. JOHN Come on, open the door. CAROL If you say "Carol's not a bunny, she's a foxy little tail." John grins and starts to pull his keys out of his pocket. He stops grinning: Carol grins and dangles his keys inside the car. John leans against the window, closes his eyes, a defeated man. JOHN (quietly) Carol's not a rabbit, she's a foxy little tail. He hears the button click up and slowly opens the door. CAROL You say the cutest things. John gets into the car. WOLFMAN (V.O.) Sneakin' around with the Wolfman, Baby. The Wolfman's gravelly voice whispers over the airwaves as John and Carol drive out of the shadowy car grave-yard. WILSON'S APPLIANCE STORE Curt is sitting on the hood of a parked De Soto watching a row of televisions in the window of an appliance store. Twelve silent images of Ricky Nelson on "Ozzie and Harriet" glow in the dark showroom. Music from passing cars rises and fades as they cruise behind Curt. The Wolfman can be heard. WOLFMAN (V.O.) Oh, this is gonna strike a raw nerve, mama. Here's the Platters. The Wolfman howls and the Platters wail into the "Great Pretender." Curt sings along, mouthing the words. Then somebody walks in front of Curt. Curt pays no attention, then sense the presence of another guy. Soon he realizes that he is being surrounded by a group of three hoods. They slink up from all sides wearing car coats with the name "PHAROAHS" embroidered across the back. Curt looks them over--they all watch the silent tv's. One of them, without turning, talks to Curt. JOE Whadaya doin', creep? CURT Me? JOE No, I'm talking to the other fifty creeps here. You know Gil Gonzales? CURT Gil Gonzales... no. JOE Don't know Gil... you oughta. You really should. CURT Yeah... why? JOE No reason... he's a friend of ours... and that's his car you're sitting on. There's silence. Curt looks uneasy and slides quietly off the De Soto. Curt sticks his hands in his pockets and starts slowly down the sidewalk. JOE Hey, where ya goin? CURT (turning) No place. Not going any place. JOE Ya must be going someplace--I mean ya left here. Bring him over here, Ants, I want to show him something. Ants (a tall, ghoulish-looking kid who probably got his name from the scar across his face which has recently been stitched to look like a party of ants marching across his cheek) brings Curt back gently. Joe is bent over looking across the hood of the De Soto. JOE Here--bend down, look here. See that? Right across there--see? CURT I guess so--yeah. Joe unbends and lightly punches Curt on the shoulder. JOE You scratched it, man. Where do you get off sitting on Gil's car, huh, man? Joe gives him another charming punch on the shoulder. The others have left the tv's and are watching Curt now, looking puzzled and pained at the scratch on the car. CURT I'm sorry. It's not much of a scratch. I don't think he'll even-- JOE It ain't the size that's in question here. It's the principle. Jeez, this is tough... what should we do with ya? ANTS Tie him to the car and drag him. Curt turns and laughs at Ants' suggestion. He laughs and laughs until he realizes nobody else is; they are pondering the suggestion. CURT That's funny (clearing his throat) Hey, you guys know Toby Juarez? He's a Pharoah, isn't he? JOE Toby Juarez. Yeah, sure we know Toby. CURT He's a friend of mine. They all grin and laugh with Curt who feels better. JOE Sure, good old Toby. He's a friend of yours. That's cool... we all hate his guts. Curt stops smiling again. CURT Oh--well, I don't know him that much anyway. JOE We killed him last night. ANTS Tied him to a car and dragged him. Curt looks at them both, praying they're kidding. Joe looks at him, shaking his head. JOE This is going to take some thinking. You better come with us maybe. (putting his arm around Curt) Go riding with the Pharoahs... CURT Well, I don't think I can--I gotta-- JOE I know just how ya feel. Joe leads Curt gently but forcibly toward an incredible maroon '51 Merc that's been lowered and chopped so that the windows are like ominous slits and the whole machine has a submarine quality. Joe opens the door and Curt slides into the white fluffy interior. In the small back window, a metal plaque reads "PHAROAHS." The third member of the gang is Carlos, a short little kid about fifteen years old. He appears tougher than the rest with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. Joe heads for the driver's side and Ants and Carlos both go for the front passenger door. CARLOS Shotgun! ANTS No, I called it! CARLOS When? ANTS Before we picked you up. CARLOS You can't call it for the whole night, man. I got it now. Get in the back. Carlos gives Ants a hard look and Ants backs down and climbs in the back with Curt. The Pharoah's Mercury roars out from the curb. CRUISING MAIN STREET--PHAROAHS' '51 MERCURY The radio blares "Ain't that a Shame?" as Curt sits in the back seat of the car looking very nervous. He eyes the three hoods cautiously. They are sitting super low, their eyes just visible over the windows. Then, Curt happens to look around. He does a double take. Through the narrow window he sees the Thunderbird passing in the opposite direction. Curt swivels and watches through the back window as the T-bird disappears around a corner. Then, he shakes his head. Of all the times to be trapped with the Pharoahs. On the radio the Wolfman is giving a phone operator a bad time and the Pharoahs are chuckling. As the Wolfman continues on the radio, the cars pass though the night like a metallic ballet. The Pharoahs' Mercury (with Curt aboard) passes Laurie's Edsel... Inside the Edsel, Steve is driving. He puts his arm around Laurie and she leans her head on his shoulder. As the Edsel cruises by in one direction, John Milner's '32 Ford coupe rumbles by on the other side of the street. INSIDE THE DEUCE COUPE Carol is laughing like mad as the Wolfman continues. Even John has to chuckle at the mad D.J.'s raspy patter. WOLFMAN (V.O.) Who is this on the Wolfman telephone? OPERATOR (V.O.) Hello, Collect... WOLFMAN Pardon me. Your name is Colette? OPERATOR Yes. Collect Call. WOLFMAN Your name is Colette Call? OPERATOR Sir, this is the Operator. WOLFMAN Are you French, Operator? OPERATOR This is a collect call for Wolfman Jack. WOLFMAN I... I love you, Operator. OPERATOR Is this Wolfman Jack? WOLFMAN Is Floyd there? OPERATOR It's for a Wolfman... Jack... Carol looks over at John and shakes her head. CAROL I just love listening to the Wolfman. My Mom won't let me at home. Because he's a Negro, I think... anyway, he's terrific. Do you know that he just broadcasts from a plane that flies around in circles all the time? Do you think that's true? INSIDE STEVE'S '58 CHEVY Terry drives on through the wonderful night--a blonde sitting next to him, he's feeling very bitchin'. He and Debbie are also mesmerized by the Wolfman. WOLFMAN (V.O.) Floyd, I love you, Floyd. Is this you, Floyd? I cannot look on thee, love took my hand... and smiling did reply, who made the eyes but I. Floyd, reach out and touch my soul. INSIDE THE PHAROAHS' '51 MERCURY Even Curt has to laugh at the Wolfman--despite his situation. Little Carlos sits in the front seat and looks over at Joe who's driving. OPERATOR (V.O.) Your party's ready, sir. WOLFMAN You mean Floyd? Hello, is this Floyd? VOICE (V.O.) Hello, is this Matilda? WOLFMAN No, it ain't honey--bye! CARLOS You tell her, Wolfman. He's my man. When I graduate, I'm gonna be a Wolfman. Hey, you know he broadcasts out of Mexico someplace? JOE No, he don't. I seen the station right outside of town. CARLOS That's just a clearing station, man. So he can fool the cops. He blasts that thing all the way around the world. It's against the law, man. In the back seat, Ants nods in agreement. ANTS Ah, man--they'll never catch the Wolfman. Then Ants' nose starts twitching and he looks over at Curt suspiciously. ANTS Hey, man, who cut the cheese? Curt tries to smile but looks pretty guilty. Then Joe looks around from the front seat. JOE He who smelt it, dealt it. (looking at Curt in the back) Hey, creep, scoot down. Sitting up like that, it wrecks the lines of the car, you know what I mean? Curt scoots down to a level even with Ants. Ants is staring at him and grinning evilly. Then they hear an incredible roar, and they all turn to see Bob Falfa's black '55 Chevy pass by. Falfa has a new girl with him this time, a lovely redhead. JOE There's that badass Chevy again. Look at he snatch he's got with him. ANTS Hey, man, he looks like a whimp. Curt nods and tries to join in. CURT Probably is. Whimps get all the snatch. Carlos and Ants look at him. Like nobody asked him to open his mouth. CARLOS Milner ain't gonna beat that. His time has come. He's getting old. He ain't as fast as he used to be. INSIDE THE DEUCE COUPE Milner may not be as fast a he used to be--and having a little teeny-bopper with him isn't helping matters. He looks over at Carol. She's moved closer to him. JOHN You got two seconds to get your ass over in the corner. CAROL Don't worry, I won't rape you. Carol slides back to her side. But as they glide along, Carol watches John. She's moon-eyed and flipped over him. John deftly down-shifts as he approaches a light and then accelerates through the gears with a "race" expertise. There's a honk and John and Carol look over to see a '60 Cadillac full of girls laughing at them. GIRL You got a bitchin' car. John nods modestly. GIRL In fact, we're gonna give you our special prize for having the neatest car around. You want me to give it to you? JOHN If the prize is you, honey, I'm a ready Teddy. GIRL Yeah, well get bent turkey. The girl suddenly launches a water balloon, which John ducks deftly, the tumescent missile catching Carol full in the face. The girls roar off. John cracks up as Carol blinks away the water, not believing what's happened. She wipes her face. CAROL All right, very funny. What a chop. Ha ha. Quit laughing!! John tries to control himself, but can't. CAROL Let's catch 'em at the light. Then you jump out and flatten their tires. JOHN Hey, wait a-- CAROL Just do what I say! JOHN Yezz, bozz.... MAIN STREET INTERSECTION Carol jumps out of the car as John stops the car in the right hand lane next to the Cadillac. As Chuck Berry wails "Johnny B. Goode," they go into action. The girls in the Cadillac recognize John as one of their victims and quickly roll up all windows and lock their doors. John starts pulling the stems from the front tires, sinking the car. Carol starts around the car with the shaving cream, spraying all their windows with the foamy lather. Carol is having a great time and John is laughing as they continue their guerrilla attack. They finish and jump back in the coupe. The light turns green and John takes off, leaving the Cadillac stranded at the intersection, covered with shaving cream. Traffic begins to back up... horns begin to honk. CANAL BANK--STEVE'S '58 CHEVY The crickets chirp under the full moon. We hear "I Only Have Eyes for You" playing as the Chevy slowly comes to a stop in an isolated spot along the irrigation canal. Terry gets out of the car, pops the top off two cokes and pours half of them into the canal. He hums, refilling them with bourbon. He goes back to the car. TERRY Tootie fruiti all ruti... It's Super Cola! He hands her one of the bottles and takes a long drink out of the other. He grabs the steering wheel for support and his eyes begin to water. TERRY It's a... a little... strong, I think. DEBBIE (drinking) It's the living end. Terry takes a smaller sip this time... TERRY Yeaah, I guess it wasn't mixed. DEBBIE Wow, it's pretty tonight. It's a perfect night to go horseback riding-- I was going with a guy once who had a horse. Terry chokes. TERRY Oh yeah? I used to have a couple of horses myself. DEBBIE Really? TERRY I used them for hunting. I do a lot of hunting. Deer mostly, although I got a couple of bear last year. Yep, they were good ponies--hunting ponies. I had to train 'em special, you know. DEBBIE Do you still have 'em? We could go for a ride. TERRY No, I had to sell 'em. To get these wheels... and a jeep. I also have a jeep pick-up, with four-wheel drive. It's got a gun rack. And I use that for hunting mostly. DEBBIE Why do you kill little animals? I think that's terrible. TERRY Oh, well, yeah, I figure with bears, though, it's either me or them... You know, I think you're really neat. He suddenly grabs at her, putting his arms around her. She's caught off-guard and tries to move away. DEBBIE Wait a second. Terry immediately lets go of her. TERRY Oh, jeez, I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me--I didn't mean to-- maybe it's the booze or something. She puts her coke on the floor. She unfastens the chain holding her sweater together and takes it off. DEBBIE There--now. Suddenly, she grabs him and pulls him down on top of herself. She kisses him madly. At first he's surprised, but then gets the hang of it. They begin to neck passionately, encountering many obstacles in the cramped front seat. DEBBIE Ow--you pinched me. TERRY I'm sorry. DEBBIE Let me get my head over here--okay, now you get up-- TERRY Ow--my leg, my leg. Ow, watch it! DEBBIE Ummm, I just love tuck 'n roll upholstery. As they roll around, a couple of guys walk by the car laughing. Terry manages to sit up and watches them go off into the night. TERRY Geez, it's like Grand Central Station around here. Why don't we go someplace else. Debbie pulls him back down on top of her. DEBBIE Nah, come on. They won't come back. TERRY Wait a minute. I got a blanket in the back. Why don't we go over into the field? DEBBIE All right. Okay. They both get out of the car. Terry gets the blanket out of the trunk. They walk along a path next to the moonlit canal. Debbie carries their drinks for them. They left the radio on and Wolfman's voice can be heard as he takes another call. WOLFMAN (V.O.) Hello. GIRL (V.O.) Yeah! WOLFMAN How old are you? GIRL I'm thirteen, how old are you? WOLFMAN I'm only fourteen. GIRL Oh, boy, I love you, Wolfman. SINGERS (singing over) "Wolfman Jack." WOLFMAN Oh, now we gonna do the weather for all the valleys and the mountain tops. Gonna be hot... about 200 degrees in Merced, 400 degrees out in Fresno, and I know we're gonna have about 500 degrees up around the valley somewhere. You got the Wolfman Jack Show. MINIATURE GOLF COURSE AND ARCADE As the Silhouettes yip-yip-yip-yip into "Get a Job," we see the mysterious white Thunderbirds cruise by and disappear. The Pharoahs' Mercury turns into the parking lot of a a miniature golf course. The doors open and the Pharoahs exit. There's a pause, then Ants reaches into the car and pulls Curt out also. The Pharoahs saunter into the miniature golf compound. CURT Hey, terrific, I love miniature golf. JOE I hate it. CURT Well, I don't play that often really. Ah--what're we doing here then? JOE We're outta gas. CURT They don't sell gas here. JOE No... but we're outta money, too. Come on, Carl. CURT Curt. Joe gives Curt a gentle push and they go inside. The golf course is empty, except for a couple of ugly girls putting around in the far corner. Under a trellis, Curt and Joe enter as the Pharoahs fool around with the candy machine, pinball games, "Check Your Weight," and "Air Corps Gunner" games, pretending to play with them. Joe looks around, whistling again. JOE All right, men. Quickly the Pharoahs go into action, jimmying locks, pounding coin returns, pulling out plugs, prying open change boxes and stuffing looses coins into their pockets. Joe smiles at Curt, who looks sick again, involved now in a robbery. Ants is sitting in a "Rocket to the Moon" ride, pounding on it unsuccessfully when suddenly it starts. Ants starts bouncing up and down looking dumber than usual. He swears at Rocket to the Moon under his breath--suddenly a screen door slams. The Pharoahs turn. A man in an undershirt stands by the "Get Your Balls Here" booth, regarding them warily. MR. GORDON What're you punks doing? The Pharoahs can't think of anything right away. Ants bounces noisily in the "Rocket to the Moon." The Pharoahs are all looking to Joe for guidance. Joe for his part is mumbling. CURT Hey, hi. Mr. Gordon, what's up? The man looks at Curt, surprised. MR. GORDON Henderson--Curt Henderson? You with these punks? The Pharoahs don't know what's happening yet. Curt walks over to Mr. Gordon. CURT These are my friends. We were just... Mr. Gordon looks skeptical, then Curt smiles at him. Then Mr. Gordon smiles. MR. GORDON Jeez, you guys had me scared. He laughs nervously. The Pharoahs laugh. Everybody's happy. MR. GORDON Hey, you haven't left yet? CURT Oh ah--no--no, I'm not-- Mr. Gordon looks puzzled. CURT I mean, I'm not leaving until tomorrow. MR. GORDON Tomorrow. Well, listen, Hank Anderson's inside. Come in and say goodbye. You know, Hank's the one that brought your name up on the floor of the Moose Hall. You got the check, didn't you? He leads Curt toward the screen door. Curt looks around at the Pharoahs, who are slowly starting to work again pilfering the machines. Inside the small office, Curt shakes hands with Hank Anderson, who pats him on the shoulder. HANK We are all proud of you, Curt. The Moose Scholarship couldn't have gone to a better boy. And if there's anything we can do, let us know. MR. GORDON Yeah, you'll stay in touch by letter, won't you? There's a knock at the screen and they turn to see Joe at the screen door. JOE Hey, we're all done out here. MR. GORDON All done? What--what's he mean? CURT Ah, he means, we're all done having loads of fun out here. MR. GORDON Oh, well... HANK Wonderful. You can have all the fun you want. This place is for fun. CURT Yes. Yes, it is. Thank you. Thank you both. MR. GORDON Good luck now. HANK Before I say goodbye, Curt, I want to tell you I hope you'll be taking along with you a little piece of this place. CURT I think I have. HANK Good. Don't forget us. CURT No, I won't forget you and you won't forget me. MR. GORDON Okay. 'Bye. HANK Good-bye and good luck. CURT 'Bye. JOE It was nice to meet yuh. CURT Right. What he said goes for me, too. Curt and Joe go out through the arcade toward the Mercury. They start walking faster, anxious to get away. Joe grins at Curt as they climb into the car. JOE Yeah, you just might make it as a Pharoah yet, boy. Back in the office, Hank and Mr. Gordon watch the car pull out. HANK Some day he'll make a fine Moose. THE CANAL BANK Steve's Chevy sits near the canal. The door is open and the radio blares, while Terry and Debbie are off somewhere in the weeds making out. Suddenly, a beam from a flashlight plays across the trunk. Feet approach the car as the light beam moves across the interior and stops on the vacated shoes on the front seat. The light beam continues past the empty bourbon bottle and starts int he direction of the field where Terry and Debbie are lost in the throes of passionate love. As we follow the light into the field we hear footsteps. As the darkened figure approaches the couple, we see the light go out and catch a gleam of silver in the moonlight as a switchblade springs open! Terry reacts to the sound. DEBBIE What's wrong? TERRY I thought I heard something. She kisses him and he forgets about the noise. The figure retreats back to the Chevy, where another indistinct figure waits. VOICE (O.S.) They're porking in the weeds. No sweat. Terry and Debbie are resting in the field, listening to the radio in the distance. A car engine is heard starting up and disappearing down the canal bank. The countryside is very quiet. Only crickets and frogs are heard as Terry begins to drop off asleep. He suddenly jumps with a start. TERRY Wait a minute! DEBBIE What? TERRY The radio is gone... That means--the car is gone! He scrambles to the spot where the Chevy once stood. TERRY Oh no!!! OH NO!!! Debbie comes up and watches Terry look heavenward. TERRY Oh God--I'm sorry. But, why the car? You could have struck us with lightning or something--anything--- but not the car! THE CANAL BANK--LAURIE'S '58 EDSEL Cars are seen here and there in the moonlight along the irrigation canal outside of town. In the cars radios are playing "To the Aisle," laughter can be heard in some, whispering in others. Laurie's Edsel is parked by the slow-moving water. In the front seat of the car, Steve and Laurie are making out. Laurie leans back against Steve, his arms around her, and they look out the window at the stars... LAURIE You know, it doesn't make sense to leave home to look for a home, to give up a life to find a new life, to say goodbye to friends you love just to find new friends. STEVE What? Say that again, I didn't-- LAURIE That's what Curt said. STEVE Oh, figures. (smiling) You must've talked his ear off trying to get him to stay. LAURIE That's not true. I didn't say anything. Curt just said at dinner tonight he realized there was no big hurry. He thought he should take it easy for a while, go to J.C. and try to figure out what he wants to do with his life. STEVE That sounds logical. Laurie's expression changes. LAURIE You think so? STEVE Sure. I think Curt's probably right for Curt. Not for me though. Laurie, look at me. Now you know what I want out of life. And it's just not in this town. LAURIE I'm not going to the airport tomorrow. She looks sullen and he smiles a little. He turns her around and gently kisses here. They begin to make out, Laurie seeming a little desperate. Steve pushes her slowly down on the seat. He moves on top of here and his hand begins to wander. LAURIE Steve! Don't. STEVE (quietly) It's our last night together for three months... come on. LAURIE We've been through this before. STEVE I'm going to miss you so much. I need something to remember you by. You don't want me to forget you. She closes her eyes, trying not to cry. LAURIE (softly) No... He starts to move on top of her, kissing her neck. She struggles for a few moments, then goes limp, not responding. He pulls away angrily. STEVE What's wrong? You're just lying there. LAURIE Well go ahead, you want to. STEVE Not like that. LAURIE If you're not going to remember me for anything else, why don't you go ahead? STEVE You want it and you know it. Don't be so damn self-righteous with me. After those things you told me about watching your brother-- LAURIE You're disgusting! Get out of my car! I told you never-- STEVE I'm sorry. LAURIE Get out! It's not worth it. I don't care if you're leaving--now get out! She reaches past him and pulls the door handle. The door swings open and she shoves Steve out. Then she starts the engine and drives away, leaving Steve standing there in the darkness. In the distance, he hears the laughter of other couples and the drifting music from their radios. THE CANAL ROAD Terry and Debbie walk slowly along the dark canal. Terry takes a large slug of his bourbon and coke. DEBBIE Anyway, the Goat Killer-- TERRY Let's talk about something else. DEBBIE --Whenever he strikes, he leaves a bloody goat's head near the victim. Isn't that creepy? Terry thinks about it and indeed it is. He looks around into the darkness and then takes Debbie's hand. DEBBIE They thought he went up to Stockton, but two nights ago they found Carlie Johnson and Don White right here by the canal all hacked to pieces and-- TERRY Who do you think'll take the regionals this-- DEBBIE --not only were there bloody goats' heads, but he had switched all the parts of their bodies around. You know putting her arms on him and his legs on-- Terry is slowing and he stops her. He motions for her to shut up and they listen. The wind whines across the flat valley. Ahead there is only darkness, then footsteps! TERRY Wait a second. Did you hear...? DEBBIE You think it's the Goat Killer? TERRY (whispering) No! I mean, no. Listen, I'll go for help, you stay here. Terry has turned and is starting off when she grabs him by his shirt-tail. DEBBIE Come on, we'll hide in the field. She takes Terry's hand and they go off behind some bushes, away from the black water. Debbie looks through the bushes, squinting. DEBBIE Maybe if it's the Goat Killer he'll get somebody and we'll see the whole thing. Terry stands with his eyes closed. TERRY I don't want to see the whole thing. Especially if it's us he--oh, why me? I'm going to look lousy with your legs and a goat's head and-- DEBBIE Shhh--he's stopped. I can't see him very--I think he's coming this way. She edges off to get a better view. TERRY Well, as long as he's not--Debbie! Debbie! She's gone. Terry starts off, taking one step, turns, takes another, turns, takes another. Suddenly Terry hears something behind him. He turns very slowly and looks... A figure is standing right behind him, silhouetted by the moon, its face obscured. Terry jumps about three feet and yells. STEVE (O.S.) Terry! TERRY Who, me? Why me? Terry stops yelling, seeing that it's Steve. STEVE Terry. TERRY Steve! Debbie comes back through the bushes and Terry looks at her nervously. TERRY Where'd you go, anyway? DEBBIE Over there. TERRY Well, don't go off again. Come on, let's get out of here. Terry and Debbie start to walk with Steve back toward town. Terry keeps taking pulls from the bottle of bourbon. STEVE What're you doing out here? Hey, where's my rod? TERRY (choking) Um, oh, did I introduce you? This is Debbie. Debbie, this is Steve. DEBBIE Hello. STEVE Hi. DEBBIE Hi. They continue to walk along the dark canal bank. STEVE Well, what about my car? TERRY Um... I'ts in the garage. I put it in the garage for safe keeping. I mean... I don't want to take any chances with it. STEVE Oh, great. DEBBIE Yeah. Yeah. It's a good thing too. 'Cause somebody stole our car. STEVE Really? That's terrible. What kind was it? TERRY Gee, ah, where's Laurie, anyway? STEVE I guess we broke up. TERRY You broke up? Bull! Steve just shrugs. The three of them go off into the darkness. CRUISING MAIN STREET-'32 YELLOW DEUCE COUPE The coupe makes an eccentric swerve as it cruises along the main drag. Inside, Carol is looking at the gear-shift knob that she's taken off the shift arm as they listen to "Do You Want to Dance?" CAROL It doesn't look like a gear shift knob. JOHN Come on, will ya? Give it back to me. CAROL Well, go ahead, cream me. What's wrong, you're a tough guy. Break my arm, see if I care. JOHN Forget it. He ignores her, and finally his silence makes her take a small round knob out of her pocket and put it back on the shifter where it belongs. CAROL I was just going to keep it for a little while. You're an ogre, just like my father. He won't let me play records, or stay out late, or anything. JOHN (worried) He ah--doesn't like you to stay out late? CAROL No--he's terrible. Once I was at a party that didn't end till late and he called the cops. Can you imagine? It was only a little after midnight and he had the whole police force-- JOHN Say, where do you live anyway? CAROL Over on Ramona, why? (She suddenly smiles) Oh no. Uh uh. You thought I'd tell you where--not me, not old Carol. The night is young and I'm not hitting the rack until I get a little action. John sighs, wondering if he'll ever get rid of her. He looks back at something in the rear view mirror. He speeds up and checks the mirror again. CAROL What do you keep lookin' at? (she looks around behind them) Who's that? You know him? He's following awful close. JOHN Grab onto something. Carol looks scared and grabs onto the dash. John suddenly hits the brakes. The deuce coupe noses down and Bob Falfa's Chevy has to swerve abruptly to avoid a crash. Falfa pulls the Chevy around and alongside the coupe. He has another new girl with him. FALFA (shouting over) Sorry if I scared ya, man. JOHN (looking ahead) Takes more than that to scare me. FALFA Where ya been hiding? Didn't anyone tell ya I been looking for ya? JOHN Hey, I can't keep tracka all the punks lookin' for me. FALFA They say you're the fastest thing in the Valley. But that can't be your car, man. That must be your mama's car. Hell, I feel embarrassed just getting near ya. JOHN Ya should, man--you're driving a field car. FALFA Field car? What's a Field Car? JOHN Field Cars drive through the fields, dropping cow shit all over the place to make the lettuce grow. FALFA (laughing) That's pretty good. Hey, I like that paint job you got. What they call that--sorta a cross between Piss Yellow and Puke Green, ain't it? JOHN Yeah, well, you're car's so ugly you must have to sneak up on the pumps to get a tank of gas. FALFA Well, at least I don't have to move over to let a funeral go by, man. Through all the insults, Carol has been cracking up. CAROL (shouting) Your car's uglier than I am. John and Falfa both look at her and she sits back. CAROL That didn't come out right... They both stop at a light now. Falfa roars his engine. FALFA Come on, boy, prove it. Let's go. JOHN Look kid, why don't you go out and win a few races, then come back and see me. CAROL Oh, race him, you can beat him. John gives Carol a very fierce look and she sinks back into her corner. FALFA Hey, that's a tough lookin' girl you got with you, man. What're you doin'? Trying to pick up a few extra bucks babysitting? (grinning at Carol) Hey, Doll. Why don't you come on and ride with me--in about ten years? JOHN Leave her out of this. This is just between you and me. Falfa revs his engine again. John thinks a moment, then shifts down into first. The light changes, and John and Falfa take off, tires screaming. The two cars perfectly in sync, rocket down the block toward the next red light. John starts to slow for the light. Falfa looks over, laughs, and runs the red light. John stops. CAROL Wow! He's really fast, isn't he? JOHN Yeah. But he's stupid. CRUISING 10TH STREET-PHAROAH'S '51 MERCURY Curt is still out riding with the Pharoahs. He seems a little easier with them now, after their successful heist at the miniature golf course. The radio is playing "Party Doll." CURT Hey--any of you guys know a blonde in a white T-Bird? JOE Yeah, I seen her, what about it? CURT I was just wondering who she is. JOE She's outta your price range, man. My brother's been with her and he clued me in. CURT Price range? You mean she's a-- JOE Yeah, Thirty Dollar Sheri. Can you believe that? Thirty dollars. CURT We must be thinking of different blondes. CARLOS Hey man, don't tell Joe what he thinks. ANTS Thirty dollars ain't much. I saw ten thousand once. My old man had it in a suitcase. They caught him the next morning though. CARLOS Fuzz ahead, watch it. JOE Where? CARLOS Fuzz ahead, watch it. JOE Where? CARLOS At Jerrie's Cherries. You can just barely see the fender. ANTS That's rotten, man. Hiding like that. CARLOS That's shitty. JOE It's dishonest. Ants gives him the evil eye. Joe watches the cop car in the used car lot as they pass it. JOE We oughta do something. I got an idea. I got a good idea. MAIN STREET Steve, Terry and Debbie have made it back into town from the canal. They walk past the closed stores and stop on a busy corner. STEVE I think I'm gonna go over to Burger City. TERRY Yeah. Yeah. Laurie's probably over there. STEVE You really think she's got me worried about where she is, don't you? TERRY Well... STEVE Let me tell you something. I couldn't care less. Want to come along? DEBBIE Yeah, I do. I do. TERRY No. STEVE Make up your minds. TERRY No, thanks. U'mm. You know we got to report the car missing. STEVE All right. See yuh. TERRY Yeah. See yuh. Steve goes off and Debbie looks at Terry. DEBBIE Why can't we go to Burger City? TERRY Burger City? Burger City!!? How can you think of hamburgers when somebody stole my car. She looks hurt and starts off. ALLEY BEHIND JERRY'S CHERRIES USED-CAR LOT Curt is getting out of the low-slung Merc and Joe saunters around from the driver's side. He smiles, friendly like-- JOE Listen, ah--Carl, I-- CURT Curt. JOE Curt. He nods at Curt, looking cautiously around the dark lot. JOE Despite you scratching Gil's car, I like you. And I know what you'd like more than anything right now. Like every guy in town, you got the same secret dream, right? Curt nods. JOE Ya want to join the Pharoahs. Huh? You can admit it--you'd like to--but you never dreamed it could be possible, did you? Curt shakes his head slowly. JOE Well, tonight, I'm goin' to give you your chance. Curt hasn't the slightest idea what Joe is talking about. Joe puts his arm around Curt's shoulders and leads him away, explaining what he has to do, while Ants and Carlos grin. In the middle of the used car lot, a patrol car hides among the autos for sale. Inside the car, Holstein sits with another officer who's dozing. Across Holstein's dark glasses, reflections of the kids' cars cruising by can be seen, as Holstein waits to nab somebody. Joe approaches the patrol car through the lot. He ducks, carrying a length of metal cable in his hand. Curt wanders behind him. Joe sees him and motions for him to get down. JOE Get down! Curt ducks down near Joe. JOE Okay. Now you got it? I'm stayin' here. You're on your own. CURT Wait a minute, wait a minute, Joe. What if he hears me? JOE Shhh. Listen. Look at it this way: Now you got three choices. One, you chicken out. In that case, I let Ants tie you to the car and drag you around a little bit. And you don't want that, right? CURT No. JOE Two, you foul up and Holstein hears you and well, ah... you don't want that, right? CURT No, I don't. JOE Three, you are successful and you join the Pharoahs with a carcoat, and the blood initiation and all that, huh? CURT (seeing Joe walk away) Wait--wait a minute. Wait a minute! What blood initiation? WOLFMAN (V.O.) Oh, here we go baby! Here's "Come Go With Me." The policeman waits for a victim. In the background, we see Curt dodging from behind one car to another. Taking cover, Curt makes another break toward a car--and trips and falls. In the cop car, Holstein thinks he hears something. He opens the door and gets out. Adjusting his billy club, he paces around the used car lot officiously, while Curt hides behind a Falcon and peeks out from behind a fender. He sees Holstein walking back toward the squad car. The cop opens the door again and climbs in. The echoing sound of the calls coming over the police radio blend with the Wolfman's howling as cars pass with their radios blaring. Curt is inching forward with the cable, toward the squad car. In the background, a slow freight train can be heard starting to move across the valley. Curt ties the cable to a post and then, looking scared, crawls under the police car with the cable. Underneath the car, Curt inches on his back and then reaches up and attaches the cable to the rear axle of the car. MAIN STREET Terry and Debbie are walking across the street, Terry looks miserable and disconsolate about the loss of the Chevy he possessed for three short hours. Debbie tries to be more positive about the situation. DEBBIE Hey, why don't we go get your jeep? TERRY What? What are you talking about? DEBBIE You know, your jeep. The one you sold the hunting ponies for. The one with the four-wheel drive. Terry just stares at her morosely. He stops by a parking meter and sinks down on top of it. DEBBIE Come on, Terry--Terry? ALLEY BEHIND JERRY'S CHERRIES USED CAR LOT Curt and Joe are on the run toward the Merc. Ants and Carlos jump in as they start their getaway. JOE Hey, you sure you got enough slack? CURT Yeah, yeah. No sweat. Let's get out of here. MAIN STREET Joe shifts into high gear and is flying down the main drag. Terry and Debbie look startled as they see the Pharoah's Mercury roaring by--and Curt leaning out the door, shouting insanely. CURT Stand by for Justice! Terry and Debbie watch the Merc speed suicidally past Jerry's Cherries Used-Car Lot. Holstein spots them and the driver starts up the engine of the squad car. THe red lights start flashing and the siren wails. The patrol car shifts into gear and leaps forward. Suddenly, there's a horrendous metallic screech, the patrol car hurtles up and out, airborne for a moment--then noses down and bounces along the pavement, sending out sparks as it slides to a stop. The driver is stunned and frozen to the wheel. Holstein manages to remove his dark glasses and looks back. There, sitting quietly in the middle of the parking lot, is their trans-axle and two rear wheels. The patrol car sits on the ground at a twenty degree angle, while its engine whines impotently at top speed. On the radio, the all-seeing Wolfman gives an evil laugh-- WOLFMAN (V.O.) Oh, I can't believe it. Feels so good 'cause you're sweet sixteen. And Johnny Burnette takes his cue and croons into "You're Sixteen." A DARK ROAD OUTSIDE TOWN--DEUCE COUPE John has glided off the main drag and into a residential area. Everything is dark and quiet as the adult population sleeps through the night. John pulls the coupe to the curb and turns off the engine. He turns out the lights. Inside the car, there's silence. Only the clock ticking. Carol looks over at John a little nervously. CAROL Why are we stopping here? John looks at her and his arm slides along the back of the seat above her. She notices his arm and the fact that he's moving slowly toward her. JOHN (in a husky voice) Carol... CAROL What? JOHN I--I don't think that I can control myself any longer. CAROL You can't? JOHN No... Carol, I've got to have you. CAROL Me? He touches her hair and she slouches back into her corner fearfully. JOHN All night you've been sitting there and you've been so sexy and it's been so hot--and I can't wait any more... CAROL Well--well, a lot of that's an act, you know. Like... like my crying. It was just an act. JOHN Well, it's been building up inside of me like a volcano, all night. Maybe if I knew where you lived I could fight it--I could take you home--but since you won't tell me, and since here we are--I've got to have you. It's too late-- CAROL It's not too late! It's never too late! 231 Ramona--two three one-- JOHN (smiling) Two three one-- CAROL I'll show you! It's easy to find. John starts the car engine. Carol looks very relieved. The yellow deuce coupe roars off down the dark street. MEL'S DRIVE-IN Steve sits in the almost empty cafe section of Burger City. He stirs a coffee and mulls over the night's events in his mind. A door opens and Budda Macrae comes in. She watches him a moment, then takes off her little Bell Boy Cap and gets a cup of coffee for herself. Steve looks up as she comes over on her roller skates. BUDDA Hi. You mind if I sit down? STEVE Hi Budda. No, have a seat. BUDDA I got five minutes outa the rat race, and I saw you all alone. For a change. She drinks her coffee and he looks out the window thinking about something else. BUDDA Where's Laurie? STEVE I don't know. BUDDA I thought the two of you'd be going strong, this being your last night and everything-- STEVE We broke up. Budda looks surprised. STEVE No big deal. BUDDA Wow... what happened? STEVE Nothing. We were out at the canal and... we had a fight. Budda smiles and he looks at her strangely. STEVE What's so funny? BUDDA Nothing. Just thinking. A girl like Laurie--I mean, she goes to school and is cute and popular and all, but we're not so different. We know what we want. I've seen her after you for two years now. STEVE She's not like that. BUDDA Maybe not. She does have a different approach. Hers is "Never surrender," me I lay down my arms at the drop of a hat-- VOICE (O.S.) Budda, you got an hour left, let's get on it. BUDDA (yelling back) All right, relax... old fart. Listen, I'm off in an hour. If you wanta come over, my girlfriend's away for the weekend. STEVE I don't know... Laurie walks up the drive-in and is about to enter when she stops and watches Steve and Budda. She thinks about going in, then hesitates, watching them. BUDDA Why don't you? I never got a chance to talk to you. You're leaving tomorrow. Listen, I gave up a long time ago, so it'd be just for fun. No problems. She smiles at him and he smiles back a little. At the door, Laurie turns and leaves before Steven sees her. BUDDA I'll see ya later then. She gets up and goes back to the counter on her skates. Steve thinks a moment and gets up also. STEVE Budda, Budda wait. She turns and he comes over to her as she puts back on her little cap. STEVE I gotta get up early and--I just don't think it'd work out. BUDDA She's got you so brainwashed--well, hell. Some day I'm gonna win. Don't ya think? STEVE Sure. She smiles briefly, then turns and leaves. Steve watches her go. MEL'S DRIVE-IN The drive-in remains a raucous roar: Cars coming in from the hop, from the movies, other cars going out to the canal or back out to cruise. Only the car hops, who have developed a late-hour, harried look, suggest it's nearly closing time. The Pharoahs arrive. The Mercury swings imperiously into the lot. The radio can be heard as the rumbling engine dies. The Clovers are singing "Love Potion #9." Curt jumps out of the Mercury elated. The Pharoahs all climb out and circle him, punching him playfully. Joe holds him while Carlos tickles him and they all laugh. JOE Oh mother, it's been a glorious night. CARLOS That was the bitchinest thing I ever seen in my whole life. ANTS I seen a little kid attacked by pigs once, but this was even better. JOE Oh boy, I'll tell you something, that car must've jumped five feet in the air! Curt nods, feeling pretty good. JOE You sure you got to go? The night's young. CURT Yeah, there's some things I got to do. I still want to find that blonde. JOE I think she was an optical delusion, man. Psychology-wise it ain't good to dwell on it. You'll alter your ego or something. Anyway, catch ya tomorrow night? CURT Yeah, I guess so. JOE Guess so? Man, we don't admit a lot of guys to the Pharoahs. You understand we're going to have to swipe your jacket and all--you gotta make up your mind. Curt nods, thinking about it. Then he shrugs. He looks at the three Pharoahs as they climb back into their maroon chariot. CURT Hey--I'll see you guys. JOE Sure--listen, remember, Rome wasn't buried in a night. Joe laughs and Curt nods. He watches the Mercury pull out and then he wanders back across the drive-in toward his little Citroen. WOLFMAN (V.O.) My, my, my. You only got five minutes left, if you want to talk to the Wolfman. Gonna make all your dreams come true, baby. Curt gets into the little car and sits listening to the radio. The neon MEL'S DRIVE-IN is reflected across the windshield. VOICE (V.O.) Wolfman... WOLFMAN Yeah. VOICE Would you dedicate a record to keep me and my girlfriend together? WOLFMAN Are you separated? VOICE Well, see, we're havin' a little problem. WOLFMAN I'll bring you right together. Hold on a minute, man. Hi ya, hi ya, hi, hi, hi. Everything's gonna be all right now, man, you understand? Now, let me play the record for you. As the Wolfman talks on, Curt glances toward the street. He sees the white Thunderbird gliding by. He sits up quickly and tries to start the Citroen--but the machine barely turns over. He keeps trying desperately, but the engine won't catch. CRUISING G STREET--'58 EDSEL Laurie drives slowly, alone in the Edsel. On the radio, the Skyliners are lamenting the sad state of things--"Since I Don't Have You." Laurie wipes her eyes, crying with the music. A horn honks. She looks over to see Bob Falfa's car pacing her. He's alone now and grinning at her. Laurie ignores him. They drive along further. Falfa roars his engine, but she still doesn't give him any attention. He gives up and pulls off. Laurie thinks a while, pouting. She pulls alongside Falfa at the next light. He isn't looking at her. She toots her horn and he turns. Laurie motions him to pull over. Falfa looks surprised. The light changes, and he follows her to the curb. Laurie takes a deep breath, and with a determined look, gets out and walks back to his car. She gets in and closes the door. They start off. He looks over and smiles. FALFA Hey Hey Hey, baby, what do you say? LAURIE Just don't say anything and we'll get along fine. Falfa is puzzled by the frigidity in the air. He glances at her then back at the road, wondering about this strange chick. RESIDENTIAL STREET--DEUCE COUPE The coupe slows in front of a modest California ranch-style home. John stops the car and turns off the engine. He looks over at Carol, who seems lost in thought. JOHN This the first time you've been quiet all night. CAROL I had fun. Goodbye. She sits for a moment, about to say something. CAROL Do you like me? JOHN Yeah. I like you. You're all right. CAROL But I mean, do you like me? JOHN I, ah... I like you. Okay? CAROL Couldn't I have something to remember you by? John gives in to her sweet gaze. He takes off the gearshift knob, gives it to her, and leans over and gives her a kiss. JOHN 'Bye, kid. CAROL Gee, thanks. It's just like a ring or something. JOHN Yeah. CAROL It's like we were going steady. Wait'll I tell Marcia. JOHN Wait a minute, now. CAROL Wait'll I tell everybody. JOHN Don't go overboard with this thing. CAROL Well, I'll see you around. She jumps out of the car and runs up the walk to the house. He watches her stop at the screen door and turn. She gives him a little wave, then goes inside. John looks over at the empty seat next to him and seems a little sad. He starts the engine and drives off slowly. WOLFMAN (V.O.) I haven't cried so much. And the tears and everything, man... I leaned down towards the microphone and I almost shorted myself out. OUTSIDE MEL'S DRIVE-IN Curt has the font hood up on the beetle-like Citroen and is fooling with the recalcitrant engine. Steve is standing beside him. CURT Hold that up. STEVE (taking the hood from him) I've been thinking--maybe you're right. Why should I leave home to find a new home. Why should I leave friends that I love to find new friends? CURT Wait a minute, wait a minute. I've heard this already. Aren't you the one who for eight weeks has been telling me you have to leave the nest sometime? STEVE I realize that. I realize-- CURT No--no realizing. You've been telling me all summer that it's time to pull your head out of the sand and take a look at the big, beautiful world out there. Gimme this thing. STEVE (letting him close the hood) I don't know--I-- CURT (banging the Citroen hood shut) I feel like a mid-wife. STEVE I guess I was wrong. I may have been wrong. CURT Wrong nothing. You've been talking about getting out of this town for eight weeks. And now--goddamnit!-- you're just--you're just mentally playing with yourself. If you can just relax, we'll talk about it at the airport. Curt walks around the side of the car and opens the door. STEVE Where are you going? It's awfully early in the morning. CURT I have a dental appointment. STEVE Come on, Curt... CURT Just relax, wil ya? I'll see you at the airport. Curt gets into the car and starts the engine. Steve watches him pull out of the drive-in, then walks off. ALLEY BEHIND THE "COME ON INN" BAR A half dozen people are standing around in the parking lot behind the bar. Debbie is sitting on the hood of a car, swinging her legs and chewing gum. The people all seem to be watching something on the ground behind the car. Coughing is heard, then gagging, and the unmistakable sounds of someone being sick. At the back door of the bar even the cooks are looking and pointing. We hear more coughing and vomiting. A guy slides up on the hood next to Debbie. GUY I never seen a guy lose so much. He mustn't have been used to drinking. DEBBIE Oh no, he really likes to drink. He told me. An old man looks at his watch and then up at the stars. OLD MAN Gettin' late... I knew a man once who got this sick. Billy Webber. That was ten years ago. What do you think that was there, that he had for dinner? More groaning and gaggin is heard. An old woman moves close to the old man and he puts an arm around her sentimentally. OLD WOMAN Staying on his hands and knees like that... (she grins) He looks like a dog, doesn't he? Looks like old Ginger. OLD MAN Sicker than a dog, that's for sure. The people drift off, leaving Debbie sitting alone on the car. Now, Terry slowly emerges, pulling himself up the hood of the car. His face is white. He lies across the hood trying to catch his breath. TERRY Ohh rats, I feel like-- (he notices a car nearby and pushes himself up) Wait a second... hey! He staggers across the lot toward Steve's Chevy! Debbie slides off the car and follows him. TERRY It's--oh my god--it looks like Steve's car. Look, right here under our-- it's my car. My car. We found it. Look! Terry staggers around and looks for the keys. He searches under the front seat and over the visor. Must've taken the keys with them. DEBBIE Maybe we oughta call the police. TERRY Never get here in time. I got a better idea. We'll just steal it back. See if you can find some wire around. We only need a foot to hot-wire it... okay? GAS STATION--DEUCE COUPE John pulls the coupe out of the garage and wheels up to the pumps of the gas station. An attendant nods, looking at the roaring engine. ATTENDANT Took the header plugs off. Expectin' some action? John looks at him from inside the coupe and nods slowly. JOHN Yeah. Think so. There's some punk lookin' for me. ATTENDANT Why the hell do they bother? You've been number one as long as I can remember. JOHN Yeah... it's been a long time, ain't it? I'll see ya. Thanks. John drives the car out of the station and screeches down the street. ALLEY BEHIND THE "COME ON INN" BAR--STEVE'S '58 CHEVY Terry is fiddling around under the dashboard, trying to hot- wire the Chevy. As the wires connect, the radio comes to life and the Wolfman growls. WOLFMAN (V.O.) Who is this on the Wolfman telephone? There's the sound of a phone ringing, then the unmistakable voice of the Big Bopper answering. BIG BOPPER (V.O.) Hellooo, baaaby-- Just then, Terry looks up and sees one large badass looking at him. Terry gets up slowly and sees another big guy standing nearby. The first badass reaches in and grabs Terry by the shirt. He pulls him from the car. Terry is smiling weakly. TERRY Ah, hi--this is my car. What I mean is, somebody stole my car--I mean I lost my car and I want to thank you two guys for-- The first badass shoves Terry toward the other badass. TERRY --for returning--I mean finding it. I mean, listen now, listen guys-- I've been sick recently, and this kind of activity can really be hard on a guy. Now, easy will you? Easy! They throw him back and forth and start to rough him up seriously. Debbie is running around helplessly while they pummel Terry. Then, she sees the yellow deuce coupe passing. John glances out his window and notices the fight behind the Come On Inn. He punches it and wheels into a fast U-turn. The hoods have quit playing with Terry and are punching him. Terry's still on his feet, mostly because he's drunk and staggering away from a lot of the blows; also, Debbie is screaming and pelting the assailants with her purse. DEBBIE Stop it, stop it, stop it! Help! Police! You creeps! John jumps out of the coupe and runs into the parking lot. He grabs one of the punks and turns him--smashing him in the face. The punk lands on his ass. John starts circling the other. TERRY Go, John! DEBBIE Hit him! A good fighter, John lands a couple of blows to the gut and lands him on his can. Both of them crawl off. Terry is lying nearby, drunk, sick and bloodied. Debbie holds his head in her lap. John goes over and kneels by them. JOHN Hey, man, you all right? TERRY Yeah. I'll die soon and it'll all be over. DEBBIE (looking at John) Wow--you're just like the Lone Ranger. JOHN (eyeing Debbie) Yeah. Listen, are you with the Toad, or were you with them? Terry manages to raise his head. TERRY You're talking to the woman I love... His head falls back again. JOHN What happened, man? Terry opens his mouth to start to explain, but it's too hard. He can only moan. MEL'S DRIVE-IN The drive-in is emptying out finally as the midnight hour approaches and passes. The die-hards and the hard-ups are still wheeling through Mel's looking for remains of any action. Steve sits inside in a booth. Two gossipy looking girls come in smiling and slide into the booth across from him. STEVE Hi, Karen, Judy. JUDY Hi, Steve. Have you seen Laurie lately? Steve shakes his head no. JUDY Well, we have. STEVE (already annoyed) Oh yeah. So what? JUDY So nothing. She was just with a really cute guy in a boss car. We wondered who he was. STEVE I wouldn't know. JUDY We do. His name's Bob Falfa. The name registers with Steve. Terry and Debbie pull into the drive-in and park. Terry, his face swelling, groans as he leans toward the intercom. TERRY Help... I mean, I want two cherry cokes with lots of ice. Never mind, forget the cokes, just bring the ice, pronto. The intercom repeats his order in a foreign language and suddenly Steve arrives and opens the door. STEVE Out! OUT! TERRY What?? STEVE I need the car--now. Terry gets out and Debbie gets out her side. Steve gets in. TERRY What's going on? STEVE I'm about to find out. Steve roars out of the drive-in, leaving Terry and Debbie standing in an empty space. DEBBIE I don't believe it! You practically get killed trying to get your car back, then you let him have it. Terry looks at her, his eye swollen, his lip ballooning, his glasses broken. Finally, he gives up--it's not worth the trouble any longer. TERRY It's not my car. DEBBIE What? TERRY What? TERRY IT IS NOT MY CAR! DEBBIE Well, where is your car? Terry is upset now. TERRY I DON'T HAVE A CAR! DEBBIE You don't--no car at all. What about your jeep? Terry shakes his head. DEBBIE No car... well, how am I going to get home? Just then the car hop approaches with the two cokes on two trays. CAR HOP Where's your car? I gotta hook 'em to your car. Terry shrugs, standing in the empty stall, the carhop with the trays and Debbie watching. There's a low rumbling sound and the girls turn as John's deuce coupe glides into the stall next to them. Terry shuffles toward John's car, a defeated man. Terry leans against John's car and John looks out the window at him. JOHN What's wrong, Toad? You lose the car again? TERRY (softly) No... Steve took it. WOLFMAN (V.O.) It's a shame, Baby. I'll tell yuh... Got to take it easy when you're drivin' that car of yours. You got to cruise easy, baby. Don't be doin' any accidents or anything on me. And the radio plays "Cryin' in the Chapel." John smiles and gets out of the car. He goes and opens his hood, making a last-minute check on something. Terry sits down gently on a curb by John. Debbie has been talking with some other boys. Eventually she wanders up slowly and looks at Terry. He looks up at her, then away, disgraced and embarrassed. She sits down by him and they're silent. DEBBIE You know, I had a pretty good time tonight. TERRY Oh come on, you're just-- DEBBIE No, no, really. I really had a good time. I mean, you picked me up and we got some hard stuff and saw a hold-up, and then we went to the Canal, you got your car stolen, and then I got to watch you gettin' sick, and then you got in this really bitchin' fight... I really had a good time. Terry looks at her, starting to regain a little cool. TERRY You think so? Yeah--well I guess I have pretty much fun every night. DEBBIE Anyway if you're not doing anything tomorrow night, why don't you come over? TERRY Yeah--well, I might be busy, you know. But we could--well, I got a little Vespa I just play around with. DEBBIE Really? Why that's almost a motorcycle. And I just love motorcycles. He feels his swollen lip and she touches it. Then she leans over and kisses him. DEBBIE I got to go. TERRY Ow. DEBBIE Goodnight. TERRY See ya. She smiles, walks off, swinging her purse. She looks over her shoulder and smiles. He smiles back. OUTSIDE RADIO STATION--CITROEN The little Citroen bumps along a lonely dirt road, winding its way through dark peach orchards and wizened grape vineyards. Curt watches the deserted landscape when suddenly, the radio increases in volume and he turns it down. Then it begins to roar and distort eerily as the signal becomes more powerful. Then Curt sees it. He stops the car and gets out. He stands looking at an isolated white frame house hitting in the moonlight. Curt looks up at a spidery radio antenna that rises toward the stars, its black wires humming in the stillness. Curt starts up the gravel walk to the door. Under the glare of a naked spotlight, he sees a small intercom which plays soft Rock and Roll. He hesitates, then pushes a buzzer. He pushes it again and finally a voice comes over the intercom. VOICE (V.O.) Yeah, who is it? CURT It's--I want to talk to the Wolfman. VOICE The Wolfman ain't here. CURT I know, but I got to get in touch with him. I got something to give him before-- VOICE We don't take no deliveries after eight. Come back tomorrow. CURT No, I can't. I want to ask him something that-- VOICE Dedications by phone is Diamond 75044. Wolfman Top 40 is Box 13, Chula Vista. Wolfman Sweatshirts is Wolf Enterprises, Bakersfield. 'Bye. CURT Listen, I got a right to talk to him. I listened to him every night for as long--for twelve years almost. I know him and it's personal and it'll only take a minute and I bet Wolfman would be upset if he knew a friend couldn't get in touch with-- A buzzer interrupts him and the door opens an inch. Curt pushes it open slowly--no one is there. A little scared, he goes inside and closes the door. INSIDE RADIO STATION Curt walks slowly down a dark eerie corridor, passing strangely lit rooms with electronic generators, humming dynamos and glassed-off booths filled with flashing electronic apparatus. Curt goes through this other-worldly maze until he comes to a small, dimly lit control booth. A figure inside is barely visible through the reflections in the double glass windows. The figure turns and walks up to the window. Curt backs off a bit. A face stares at him--long hair greased in a ducktail, a short chinbeard. Then he speaks, his voice filtering strangely through a hidden speaker. MANAGER What do you want? Through the window, Curt can be seen but no sound is heard. MANAGER Pull the red switch. CURT I'm looking for a girl. MANAGER Aren't we all. She ain't here. Come on back to the booth. Curt walks around through a few more glass doors and ends up in the booth with the manager. The manager sits down and leans back, turning a fan to blow on his large chest. He's a large, friendly looking man; he wears a Hawaiian shirt. He sucks on a popsicle. Curt stands awkwardly. MANAGER Hey, have a popsicle. The ice box just broke down and they're meltin' all over the place. You want one? CURT No. Thanks. Listen, ah... MANAGER Have a popsicle. CURT Are you the Wolfman? MANAGER No, man. I'm not the Wolfman. The manager leans forward and picks up a spool of tape. He holds it up as a magician would for audience inspection, then puts it on a machine. A record is about to end. As it does the manager punches some buttons and the record segues into a Wolfman howl and then the distinctive Wolfman voice takes over. The manager adjusts the monitor volume down and sucks his popsicle. WOLFMAN (V.O.) Who is this on the Wolfman's telephone? DIANE (V.O.) Diane. WOLFMAN How're you doin', Diane? DIANE All right. The station manager smiles at Curt, who is watching the tape and blinking lights of the large console. MANAGER That's the Wolfman. CURT He's on tape. The man is on tape. WOLFMAN (V.O.) Do you love me? Say you love me, Diane. CURT Well, ah--where does he work? I mean, where is the Wolfman now? MANAGER The Wolfman is everywhere. CURT But I got to give him this note. MANAGER (taking it from Curt) Here, let me see the note. (he reads it) Hell, that's just a dedication. All I gotta do is relay it. And it'll be on the air tomorrow, or Tuesday at the latest. CURT No, no. See, this is very important. I may be leaving town tomorrow, and it's very important that I--damn it, that I reach this girl right now. MANAGER You don't know whether you're gonna leave town or not? CURT Well, I'm supposed to go to college back East tomorrow. And I don't know if I'm gonna go. MANAGER Wait a minute. Have a popsicle. CURT No, thank you. MANAGER Sit down a minute. Curt sits down, undecided about leaving and upset about not being able to get in touch with the lovely creature he saw earlier that night. MANAGER Listen, it's early in the morning. Now, I can't really talk for the Wolfman. But I think if he was here he'd tell you to get your ass in gear. Now, no offense to your home town here, but this place ain't exactly the hub of the universe, if you know what I mean. And well--I'll tell you this much--the Wolfman does come in here now and then, with tapes, to check up on me, you know, and when I hear the stories he got about the places he goes. Hell, here I sit while there's a big beautiful world out there, don't ya know. Wolfman comes in last time talking about some exotic jungle country, handing me cigars he says was rolled on the naked thighs of brown beauties. The Wolfman been everywhere and he seen everything. He got so many stories, so many memories. And here I sit sucking on popsicles. Curt looks at him a moment. CURT Why don't you leave? MANAGER Well, I'm no kid anymore. I been here a long time. And the Wolfman-- well, the Wolfman gave me my start and he's sorta become my life. I can't leave him now. Gotta be loyal to the Wolfman, you understand. Curt nods and stands. The manager swivels around and punches some buttons, putting on a commercial. He turns back. MANAGER I tell you what. If I can possibly do it tonight, I'll try to relay this dedication and get it on the air for you later on. CURT That'd be great. Thanks. Really. He shakes the manager's hand, then wipes it on his pants. MANAGER Sorry, sticky little mothers ain't they? Bye. CURT 'Bye. Curt goes out the door. He starts back out through the maze of windows and electronic machines. Echoing throughout the rooms, the Wolfman's raucous voice follows Curt. The Wolfman howls and Curt turns. Through the maze of glass, shifting like prisms, he sees the station manager sitting by the mike--howling! Then, he laughs and howls again, starting to sing a song called "Bluebirds on My Dingaling," pounding out the rhythm on the console. CURT Wolfman... He backs away, leaving the Wolfman, who's on his feet now, screaming out the end of the song, dancing by himself in the little glass room, from which his voice radiates out through the night and around the world... MEL'S DRIVE-IN John is working under the hood of the deuce coupe when Falfa's Chevy drives into the parking lot. The radio is now blasting "Heart and Soul." Terry moves over toward John's car. John doesn't look up, although he is quite aware of Falfa's entrance. Falfa slows down in front of John's car and revs his engine again. John looks up--Laurie is in the car with Falfa. She looks determined not to seem as scared as she really is. TERRY Hey, John, let me go with you. Come on. JOHN Naw, man. I can't take you when I'm racin' somebody. TERRY Ah, come on. Just let me go. So I can watch. Or, I'll flag you, okay? JOHN All right. Go ahead. Terry starts to climb into the car. John looks over at Falfa in the rumbling Chevy. JOHN Paradise Road. Falfa grins and gooses the Chevy, peeling out of Mel's Drive- in. CRUISING MAIN STREET--FALFA'S '55 CHEVY Falfa looks over at Laurie, who is watching the road nervously. FALFA All right now, where's this Paradise Road? LAURIE You just follow this street straight out of town... Listen, if you're gonna race John Milner, you can let me out right when we get there. FALFA Why don't you shut up, baby? You ain't said one word all night long. What a weird broad. But you're gonna appreciate me soon. You're gonna be hangin' on for mercy, when I get this sucker rollin'. He accelerates the Chevy, shifting up deftly. Laurie looks scared now. CRUISING 10TH STREET--STEVE'S '58 CHEVY Steve is cruising along the almost deserted streets looking for Laurie. A T-Roadster pulls up alongside and a guy shouts at Steve. DALE You heading out to Paradise Road? STEVE Paradise Road, I'm not-- DALE Some guy named Falfa going up against Milner. STEVE John's racing Falfa? DALE Yeah. Figured something was up, saw them going out of town real cautious and then-- But Steve is gone. Dale looks surprised as the Chevy roars off toward Paradise Road. MEL'S DRIVE-IN--PRE-DAWN Curt pulls into the parking lot just as the neon sign goes out. The last cars are leaving as the drive-in shutters up for the night. Curt stops next to the lighted phone booth and sits in his car, listening to the Wolfman. WOLFMAN (V.O.) I got a dedication here that's for a friend of the Wolfman--a special friend of the Wolfman who's leaving town tomorrow and wants me to play the next song for a blonde young lady in a Thunderbird. A white T- Bird, you understand? Now my friend's named Curt and he wants to talk to you out there, baby. So you meet him at Burger City, or phone Diamond 3132. Now he's a friend of mine, you hear, and, little girl, you better call him, or the Wolfman gonna get you. The Wolfman howls and Curt smiles, leaning his chin on his hand, looking around the dark drive-in, wondering about tomorrow. PARADISE ROAD--DAWN John's '32 yellow deuce coupe and Falfa's black '55 Chevy are waiting side by side on a long, straight country road, their front wheels resting on a weather-beaten starting line. The sky is getting lighter as the radio plays "Green Onions." There are about six to eight other cars parked off the road to watch the race. Everything is quiet now, only the crickets ignoring the solemnity of the scene, and still singing. Terry jumps out of John's car, John hands him the flashlight and he takes up a position in front of the two cars. John looks over at Falfa, who's arguing with Laurie. JOHN Hey--Laurie, what in the hell are you doing in there? Is she gonna ride with you? LAURIE Mind your own business, John. FALFA Yeah, she's with me. You worry about yourself, man. TERRY Everybody ready? John settles back in the driver's seat and positions his hand on the gear-shift, which we see is wrapped with rags because of the missing knob. Both drivers start revvin' their engines; the tension builds. Terry looks nervous, the engines start to scream and Terry, his hands shaking on the flashlight, manages to flash it on. Both cars roar off the starting line, tires smoking and screaming. Terry has his hands over his head and is coughing in a cloud of smoke as they pass. John beats Falfa off the line. Out on the road, as they hit third gear, the cars are almost neck and neck. Inside Falfa's car, Laurie looks scared to death. Falfa looks insane as he tromps it. John hits fourth at about eighty-five. Falfa does likewise-- but starts to fish-tail. Laurie closes her eyes, almost crying-- Falfa regains control nervously. Falfa's engine is winding out incredibly and he begins to get the edge on John. The cars rocket through the dawn light along the flashing white line until suddenly Falfa's car blows a tire, his front wheel slips off and the car shoots off into a tomato field, hits an irrigation ditch and begins flipping over wildly in a horrifying cloud of dust and smoke-- John sees the Chevy leaving the road and screams to a halt, swimming through an unbelievable U-turn and high tailing it back to the crash site. He is out of the car like a bullet, running across the dirty cloddy field. The crash car is beginning to burn in the engine compartment and John is panicked. Meanwhile, the spectators have arrived, including Steve, who jumps from his car and is running across the field. Steve and John arrive at the fire at approximately the same time. They stop, the flames are getting higher, burning up into the trees now. Steve looks around wildly--he sees John and goes at him. STEVE You stupid sonofabitch, she was in that car! Why did you have-- He takes a couple of swings at John, who finally manages to tackle him around the waist. They both get up looking at the flaming wreckage. Then John moves around the side, crouching, trying to see past the flames--suddenly, he stands and motions to Steve to come over. They both circle the wreck. Around behind the flaming car Falfa is standing in a state of shock watching the car go up in smoke, while Laurie is circling him, screaming and beating him with her purse. LAURIE I said I didn't--you lousy greasy jerk! You coulda killed me--what's wrong with you. You clubfoot... She beats at him, crying hysterically. Steve runs over and grabs her, pulling her away. She fights at Steve, too, not knowing what's going on. LAURIE No, no, no. Please, don't come near me. No, please. I think I'm gonna be sick. Oh, Steven. STEVE Laurie, please. Standing in the early light, Steve holds her. She throws her arms around him as the crowd develops along the irrigation ditch to watch the flaming car. LAURIE Oh, Steven! Oh, Steven, please, don't leave me. Don't leave me, Steven. STEVE I won't. LAURIE I couldn't bear it. STEVE I won't. LAURIE Please. STEVE Believe me. John looks at Falfa who's shaking his head, watching the car dissolve. JOHN Come on, before she blows. He pulls him off by the neck of the shirt and when they're a few yards off, Falfa's '55 Chevy does blow--exploding like a small A-bomb, blowing it into Modesto history. Back on the road, John is heading toward his car, its engine still running, its door open. Terry runs up, trotting alongside John like a puppy. TERRY Jeez, did you show him! He'll probably never even get in a car again. JOHN He was faster. TERRY It was beautiful, John. Just beauti-- what? John stops by the open door of the deuce coupe. Terry stares at him and squints against the rising sun. JOHN I was losin', man. TERRY What? JOHN He had me, man. He was pullin' away from me just before he crashed. TERRY You're crazy. JOHN You saw it. TERRY No, you creamed him, from right off the line. The guy never had a chance. JOHN Shit, Toad. The man had me. He was beating me. TERRY John, I don't know what you're talking about. It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. That guy, he might as well get a wheelchair and roll himself home. Man, you got... you got the bitchinist car in the Valley. You'll always be number one, John. You're the greatest. John nods, then looks up at Terry. His face is glowing, his glasses are smashed and his lip is swollen. John smiles. JOHN Look at your glasses, man. (shaking his head) Okay, Toad. We'll take 'em all. TERRY (grinning) Right. JOHN We'll take em... let's get out of here. John climbs in the car. Terry yawns and shakes his head. TERRY Jesus, what a night. He climbs in too, and the deuce coupe drives off slowly as the sun rises over the ploughed fields and on the radio we hear "Only You." MEL'S DRIVE-IN-DAWN-CITROEN Curt sleeps in the little car as the sky grows lighter over the empty parking lot. The phone is ringing in the booth. It continues to ring. Finally Curt becomes aware of it and opens his eyes. It takes him a moment to remember. Then, panicked, he jumps from the car and rushes to the booth. CURT Hello, hello, hello! A soft sexy female voice is on the other end of the line. VOICE (V.O.) Curt? CURT Yeah... this is Curt, who is this? VOICE Who were you expecting? CURT Do you drive a white T-Bird? VOICE A white '56. I saw you on Third Street. CURT You know me. VOICE Of course! CURT Who are you? How do you know me? VOICE It's not important. CURT (excitedly) It's important to me. You're the most perfect, beautiful creature I've ever seen and I don't know anything about you. Could we meet someplace? VOICE I cruise Third Street every night. Maybe I'll see you again tonight. CURT No... I don't think so. VOICE Why? CURT I'm leaving... in a couple of hours. Where are you from? VOICE Curt... CURT What's your name? At least tell me your name? VOICE Goodbye, Curt. CURT Wait a second! Wait a second! But there's a click as she hangs up. Curt looks at the phone a moment, then also hangs up. From the car radio, he hears the Wolfman making kissing noises. WOLFMAN (V.O.) Little kiss on your ear. Good night, sweetheart. I'll see you later. And then the Spaniels duh-duh-duh-duh-duh into "Goodnight Sweetheart." AIRPORT DAY A DC-3 prop airliner is warming up its engines as it waits to take off from a small country airport. There aren't too many people around. Just Curt and his friends and family seeing him off. Curt stands with a kindly-looking couple in their fifties. He hugs his mother and shakes hands with his dad. Then, Curt moves to his friends. He shakes Steve's hand. STEVE Good luck. CURT Yeah, same to you. And I better see you there next year. STEVE Oh yeah, I'll be there. CURT Sure. Curt hugs his sister. Laurie holds on to him for a moment. CURT See ya later. LAURIE 'Bye 'bye, Curt. Curt goes to Terry and John. CURT So long, guys. TERRY Well, stay cool, man. CURT Yeah. TERRY Ah--don't do anything I wouldn't do. Curt smiles at Terry, who has a bandage on his forehead. Curt looks at John and they don't seem to know what to say. Finally, John gives Curt a little slap on the cheek. CURT I'll see ya, buddy. JOHN I know, you probably think you're a big shot, goin' off like this--but you're still a punk. CURT Okay, John. So long. He walks toward the plane and they all wave. He looks around as he goes up the steps carrying a small bag and a portable radio. The stewardess smiles as he passes her. Above the door of the plane it reads RADAR EQUIPPED. Curt looks back again, then goes inside. The plane takes off down the runway and then climbs up into the sky. INSIDE THE PLANE Curt listens to the radio as the plane takes off. It's playing "Goodnight Sweetheart." As the plane climbs and banks over the valley, the music fades and the station drifts between static and other stations...and then it's gone. Curt turns off the radio and looks out the window. As the plane banks, through the window Curt sees the white Thunderbird crossing beneath on the small grey ribbon of highway. Curt watches it. Then the plane's shadow ripples over the car and it, too, is gone. THE BLUE SKY As the plane flies off against the blue sky we see cameos of Curt and his friends: John Milner was killed by a drunk driver in December 1964. Terry Fields was reported missing in action near An Loc in December 1965. Steve Bolander is an insurance agent in Modesto, California. Curt Henderson is a writer living in Canada. THE END