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(ROCK AND ROLL SONG PLAYING)

Hey, what do you say, Curt? Last night in town,

you guys gonna have a little bash before you leave?

The Moose have been looking for you all day.

They got worried. Thought you were trying

to avoid them or something.

What is it? What've you got?

Oh, great.

That's $2,000, man. $2,000!

Mr. Jennings gave it to me to give to you.

He says he's sorry it's so late,

but it's the first scholarship

the Moose Lodge has given out. (CHUCKLES)

And he says they're all very proud of you back at the Lodge.

Cute. Why don't you hold it for me for a while?

Hey, I don't want it. Take it. It's yours.

I'll take it. (HORN HONKING)

STEVE: Listen, if your sister calls...

I'll talk to you later, okay? CURT: Wait a second. Wait a second.

She can wait.

Make it short and sweet, though, huh?

Listen,

I don't think I'm gonna be going tomorrow.

Come on, what are you talking about?

Well, I was thinking I could wait a year, you know.

Go to City for a while.

You chicken fink. Wait a minute.

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, right?

You want to end up like John?

You just can't stay 17 forever.

CURT: It's just... You've got to get that through your head!

I just need some time.

I've got to go talk to Laurie. Now take it. Take it!

Now, we're leaving in the morning, all right?

We're leaving in the morning.

WOLFMAN ON RADIO: We're gonna rock and roll ourselves to death, baby.

You got The Wolfman Jack show!

(SLOW POP SONG PLAYING)

Don't... Don't with the thing!

Will you stop it with the Big Bopper stuff?

(HORN HONKING) GIRL: Hi, John.

Hi, John. JOHN: Not too good, huh?

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?

Yeah, I know what you mean.

The pickings are really getting slim.

The whole strip is shrinking.

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 something.

(ENGINE REVVING)

Hey, John.

Someone new in town.

(EXCLAIMS)

You gonna go after him?

Hey, listen, Professor.

If he can't find me, then he ain't even worth racing, right?

Big shot. (JOHN LAUGHS)

Well?

(YAWNS)

Where was I?

How you thought high school romances were goofy

and we started going together

just because you thought I was kind of cute and funny,

but then you suddenly realized you were in love with me,

it was serious, and...

Oh. You were leading up to something kind of big.

You make it sound like I'm giving dictation.

(LAUGHS)

Well, seriously,

what I meant was that since we do care for each other so much,

and since we should really consider ourselves as adults now,

I...

Could I have a couple of those fries?

TERRY: Come on, Budda. Come on.

STEVE: Where was I?

LAURIE: "Consider ourselves adults." Right. Right.

I thought maybe, before I leave,

we could agree

that seeing other people while I'm away

can't possibly hurt, you know?

You mean dating other people?

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.

I think you're right.

I mean, we're not kids anymore,

and it's silly to think that when we're 3,000 miles apart,

we shouldn't be able to see other people and go out.

Laurie, listen, I didn't ask for that back.

I know. I just sort of think it's juvenile now.

I'll keep it at home. It's less conspicuous there.

You don't want to wear it? 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.

And I got a really neat record collection.

I even got Pledging My Love by Johnny Ace.

Look, how can you love Nelson

when he's going out with Marilyn Gator?

Since he dumped on you, I was...

He didn't dump on me, you little dip!

Oh, hi, Steve. Hey.

Hey, Sis.

What's wrong? Nothing.

What is it? Nothing!

And I've decided that I'm gonna let you

take care of my car for me while I'm away.

At least until Christmas.

See, I'm coming back for a couple of weeks at Christmas.

Now, I've got some very simple instructions for you.

Here's the keys.

First of all, only 30-weight Castrol R.

Now, I've written the tire pressure and stuff

on a pad in the glove...

Are you listening?

Hey, what's wrong?

Are you crying?

I can't believe it.

I don't know what to say.

I'll love and protect this car until death do us part.

This is a super fine machine.

This might even be better than Darryl Starbird's Superfleck Moon...

It is! It's better than Darryl Starbird's Superfleck Moonbird.

Budda?

Yeah?

How would you like to go to the drive-in movies with me?

(LAUGHING) You've got to be kidding.

No! Would I kid you about a thing like that?

I have a new car. Hey!

(ALL LAUGHING)

Hey, hey, did she do that to you?

Hey, Curt, you want to bomb around?

I want to try out my new wheels.

Well, I'd like to, Toad,

but I'm gonna go with Steve and Laurie to the hop.

And besides, I'd spoil your luck, anyway.

Yeah. Right.

Tonight, things are gonna be different.

Hey, hey, wait a minute, wait a minute.

You're going to the hop? The freshman hop?

CURT: Yeah. Oh, come on, man.

That place is for kids. You two just got your ass out of there.

Don't go back there.

CURT: You ain't got no emotions?

We are going to remember all of the good times,

is what we're gonna do.

Yeah, well, go.

Why won't you come with us?

Bullshit, man!

Come on. For old times' sake.

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 going off to some goddamned fancy college!

I'm staying right here! Having fun, as usual.

Jesus, Milner! You're really in a great mood tonight, you know that?

What's the matter, John?

Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry.

Ah, man, it's nothing.

Well, then we'll see you later, okay?

Right.

We'll all do something together,

you know, before Steve leaves.

Yeah.

Oh, wait a minute. Now you're not going?

I don't know. Oh.

Jesus.

(ROCK AND ROLL SONG PLAYING ON RADIO)

(SHOUTING)

Hey, Zudo.

Hey, Milner!

Hey, man, what happened to your flathead?

Huh?

What happened to your flathead?

Your mother!

What?

Your mother! Hey, we been talking about you.

Yeah?

Yeah. There's a very wicked '55 Chevy looking for you.

Yeah, I know.

Watch out for the cop that's in Jerry's Cherry.

Yeah. All right, thanks.

BOZO: Hey, Toad! (HORN HONKING)

Is that you in that beautiful car?

Jeez, what a waste of machinery.

Hey, kid!

WOLFMAN ON RADIO: All right, baby.

Here we go with another call out of the station.

Can you dig it? (RINGING TONE)

Answer the phone, dummy!

MAN: Pinkie's Pizza. WOLFMAN: Yeah, listen,

you got any more of those secret agent spy scopes?

Hit parade on the stethoscope? No, no.

The secret agent spy scope, man,

that pulls in the moon, the stars, the planets,

and the satellites, and the little bitty space men.

You must have the wrong number, partner.

Bye!

(MOUTHING)

What?

What did you say? Wait. What did you say?

What did you say?

Quick. Quick. Hang a right.

STEVE: What? Why?

Steven, cut over to G Street.

I just saw a vision. I saw a goddess.

Come on. You gotta catch up to her.

I didn't see anything. Come on, Curt.

We can't be spending half the night

chasing girls down for you.

Laurie, I'm telling you, this was the most perfect,

dazzling creature I've ever seen!

She's gone. Forget it.

She spoke to me.

She spoke to me, right through the window!

I think she said, "I love you."

That means nothing to you people?

You have no romance, no soul?

Someone wants me. Someone roaming the streets wants me.

Will you turn the corner?

LAURIE: Oh, Curt.

(GIRLS WHOOPING)

JOHN: Oh, oh.

Later. Alligator.

JOHN: Hey, you're new around here. Where you from?

GIRL: Turlock. Turlock?

You know a guy named Frank Bartlett?

No. Does he go to Turlock High?

Well, he used to. He goes to JC now.

Do you go to JC?

Yeah, sure.

Oh, wow! Do you know Guy Phillips?

Yeah, sure. I got him in a class.

Oh, he's so boss.

How would you like to ride around with me for a while?

I'm sorry, I can't. I'm going steady.

Oh, come on!

I just can't.

You're just riding around with a bunch of girls.

Hey, how about somebody else in there?

Anybody else want to go for a ride?

Look, you got nothing to fear.

I'm as harmless as a baby kitten.

CAROL: I'll go, I'll go.

Judy's sister'll go with you. Is that all right?

Yeah. Sure. Judy, her sister,

her mother, anybody. I'll take them all.

Listen. We'll go up and stop at that light.

It'll turn red by the time we get there.

All right?

You ever get tired of going steady

with somebody that ain't around,

I'm up for grabs.

So, you're Judy's little... Oh, shit.

How old are you?

Old enough.

How old are you?

I'm too old for you.

You can't be that old. Listen, listen.

I think you better go back and sit with your sister.

Hey, where are they anyway?

Are they coming back or something?

This is a joke, right? This better be a joke,

'cause I'm not driving you around.

But you asked me. (LAUGHS)

What's the matter? Am I too ugly?

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.

No, they don't hate you.

You throw me out, I'll scream.

Oh, no, no, no, stay cool.

Everything's all right. We'll find your sister.

Can't be too hard to find.

(HORN HONKING)

GIRL: John, you gonna be there tonight? Oh, shit.

Hey, get down.

Hey! Cool.

Hey, is this what they call "copping a feel"?

What? No. Get up. No. Jesus.

What's your name?

My name? Mud, if anybody sees you.

WOLFMAN ON RADIO: Here come old Buster Brown, man!

(ENGINES REVVING)

What've you got in there, kid?

More than you can handle.

(ENGINE REVVING LOUDER)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(CRASHES)

Say, excuse me, but I think we've had an accident.

Well, God damn it, I won't report you this time, but next time,

just watch it, will you?

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Well, good evening.

Good evening. How are you? Yeah, hi.

This is really a beautiful car, you know that?

Of course you know it.

You know what I'd like to give you for this car?

I'd like to give you $1,000.

I can't give you that, but I'm not gonna give you a whole line.

I'm gonna tell you what I can give you. Come over here.

I'm not...

How would you like, for $525, to be owner

of this practically new 'vette?

Now, I'll tell you what I'm going to do.

I'm gonna knock 10% right off the top. How about that?

Now that's $98 down, understand. $98 down.

I'm sorry, no.

$98 a month. Now, you ask me, "How can I do this?"

I'll tell you how I can do it.

My boss, he wants to get rid of the sporty cars.

(EXCLAIMING)

You all right? Yeah, I'm fine.

He wants to get rid of the sporty cars.

I don't think it's a good idea.

Listen. I want you to listen to me.

No, I'm busy.

I've got some things I've gotta do.

I'm gonna give you a deal you can't say no to.

Leave me alone, for God's sake!

SINGER: One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.

(BAND PLAYING ROCK N ROLL MUSIC)

(BAND SINGING)

Let's go!

(ALL CHEERING)

Well, why are you so depressed?

You'll forget him in a week.

After you're elected senior queen,

you'll have so many boys after your bod.

Peggy, the whole point is

I do not want to go out with any other guys.

Laurie, I know it's a drag, but you can't just...

Look, remember what happened to Evelyn Chelnick?

When Mike went into the Marines,

she had a nervous breakdown,

and was acting so wacky, she got run over by a bus.

I just wish I could go with him or something.

Oh, Laurie, jeez! Come on.

Hey, zit makeup! Hey, come on...

Hey, everybody...

Just cool it, huh, Steve? (CHUCKLES)

Let me see some of that stuff.

You leaving tomorrow? Uh-huh.

You and Laurie engaged yet?

No, but we got it all worked out.

We're still gonna be going together,

but we can date other people.

And screw around. I know.

Hey, I hear college girls really put out.

MAN: Cherry bomb!

(BOYS SHOUTING)

(GIRLS SCREAMING)

(BAND CONTINUES SINGING)

Come on.

"Come on" what?

Let's dance.

No, thanks.

Laurie, I said I wanna dance.

Well, Steven, who's stopping you?

I thought since this is our last night together for three months,

you might wanna dance with me.

How sentimental of you.

You'll be back at Christmas.

I want to dance now, not at Christmas.

Come on. Get your cooties off me.

Don't make a scene.

Go ahead. Slug me. Scar my face!

I wouldn't dance with you if you were the last guy left in this gym.

This is getting good.

Come on, Eddie, I'll dance with you.

You don't mind, do you, Peggy?

Joe College strikes out.

MR. WOLFE: Curtis!

Curtis, come here. Help me, will you? I'm surrounded.

Come here.

You won't dance? Come on.

No, really, I'd like to, but I can't.

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 EXCLAIMING IN DISAPPOINTMENT) Okay? Thank you.

MR. WOLFE: Hey, Warren. Come on, gentlemen, back inside.

Put it out. Let's go.

Kids.

Want a cigarette?

All right.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

I thought you'd left.

No, not yet. I have no matches.

That's all right.

Brother, how do I get stuck with dance supervision?

Will you tell me that?

You going back east?

I remember the day I went off.

Got drunk as hell the night before. Just...

Blotto. Blotto. Exactly.

Barfed on the train all the next day, too.

Cute. Very cute.

Where'd you go again?

Middlebury, Vermont. Right.

Yeah. Got a scholarship. Only stayed a semester?

One semester, after all that. Came back here.

Yeah. Why'd you come back?

Decided I wasn't the competitive type.

I don't know. Maybe I was scared.

Well,

I think I may find that I'm not

the competitive type myself.

What do you mean?

Well, I'm not really sure that I'm going.

Hey, now, don't be stupid.

Experience life. Have some fun, Curtis... JANE: Bill?

Mr. Wolfe?

Can I speak with you a minute?

Hi, Curt.

Jane.

Good luck, Curtis.

Yeah. I'll see you. Okay.

Thanks a lot.

(INAUDIBLE)

WOLFMAN ON RADIO: A Wolfman Jack exclusive!

The Beach Boys, baby! A brand-new group!

I predict they gonna go a long way. (LAUGHING)

This is called Surfin' Safari.

(ROCK AND ROLL SONG PLAYING ON RADIO)

CAROL: So, the next night we found out where they were parked

and went out with ammunition.

Don't you have some homework or something to do?

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.

I still got some, so don't try anything.

Hey, watch it, will you?

Jesus Christ! (LAUGHING)

Thanks a lot.

Hey, driving is a serious business.

I ain't having no accidents just because of you.

Come on. Don't give me any grief. I'm warning you.

Spare me, killer.

Oh, shit! (TURNS OF RADIO)

(TURNS ON RADIO) (TURNS OFF RADIO)

Why did you do that?

I don't like that surfing shit.

(EXHALES)

Rock and roll's been going downhill

ever since Buddy Holly died.

Don't you think the Beach Boys are boss?

You would, you grungy little twerp.

Grungy!

You big weenie. If I had a boyfriend, he'd pound you.

Yeah, sure.

Ah, shit! Holstein!

Good. A cop.

I'm gonna tell him you tried to rape me.

Oh, no, no, no.

It's past curfew, I'm gonna tell him how old I am,

my parents don't know I'm out and you tried to rape me.

Yeah, with shaving cream.

Boy, are you up a creek.

Come on. Really, Carol, don't say anything.

If you say, "I was a dirty bird.

"Carol's not grungy. She's bitching."

Oh.

Say it. I'll tell him.

I was a dirty bird. Carol's not grungy. She's bitching.

I'll think about it.

Where you going, Milner?

Oh, I'm going home, sir. (CLEARS THROAT)

Uh-huh. Where've you been?

(STUTTERING) We were at the movies, sir.

Milner, you didn't happen

to be around the corner of 12th and G

about 8:30 tonight, did you?

No. No, sir. We were at the movies, like I said.

Uh-huh.

Milner, the reason I stopped you was

because the light on your license plate's out.

I'm gonna have to cite you for that.

And, Milner, the front end

of this thing you're driving looks a little low.

Oh, no, sir. It's 12 and a half inches, regulation size.

Now, it's been checked several times.

You can check it if you like, sir.

Look, Milner.

Listen. You can't fool with the law.

Yes, sir.

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?

I want to catch you in the act,

and when I do, I'm gonna nail you but good.

Happy birthday, Milner.

Thank you,

asshole.

You're a regular J. D.

File that under C.S. Over there.

C. S? What's that stand for?

JOHN: Chicken shit. That's what it is.

CAROL: Hah.

(ENGINE REVVING)

(REVVING LOUDER)

Ain't he neat?

Hey, you know a guy around here

with a piss yellow deuce coupe?

Supposed to be hot stuff?

TERRY: What, you mean John Milner?

Hey, nobody can beat him, man. He's got the fastest...

I ain't nobody, dork.

Right? Right.

You see this Milner, you tell him I'm looking for him, huh?

Tell him I aim to blow his ass right off the road.

Ain't he neat?

(TIRES SCREECHING)

What a babe.

What a bitching babe.

(MEN WHISTLING)

Hello.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Look, you sure you don't need a lift somewhere, huh?

Hey, you know John Milner?

John Milner's a good friend of mine.

Hey, did anybody ever tell you

that you look just like Connie Stevens?

You do. I really mean it. For real?

Yeah. I met her once at a Dick Clark road show.

Yeah? You really think I look like her?

Yeah, no shit.

Oh, I'm sorry. I mean that I'm not just feeding you a line.

I really think you do. You look like Connie Stevens.

What's your name? Debbie.

You know, I always thought I look like Sandra Dee.

Oh. Yeah, well, you look a lot like her, too.

Yeah, is this your car?

Yeah. I'm Terry the...

Well, they usually call me Terry the Tiger.

Yeah? It's really tough-looking.

What school you go to?

Dewey. Can it lay rubber?

Yeah, I got a 327 Chevy in it. It's got six Strombergs.

That's bitching tuck 'n' roll.

You know, I really love the feel of tuck 'n' roll upholstery.

You do? Well... Yeah.

You know, come in. I'll let you feel it.

I mean, you can touch it if you want.

I'll let you feel the upholstery.

Okay.

Peel out.

What? Peel out.

I just love it when guys peel out.

(ENGINE REVVING)

And they came all the way from Stockton.

Let's hear it.

(CROWD CHEERING)

I don't care if you leave this second.

And we wanna thank Darby Langdon,

who did all these neat decorations.

Now the next dance is gonna be a snowball,

and leading it off is last year's

class president, Steve Bolander,

and this year's head cheerleader, Laurie Henderson.

(ALL CHEERING)

(SLOW SONG PLAYING)

Come on. "Come on" what?

Oh, Steven, please. Smile or something.

(ALL APPLAUDING)

Quit pinching.

You think I care if you go off?

You think I'm gonna crack up or something?

Boy, are you conceited!

I don't know why I ever asked you out

in the first place.

You didn't. I asked you out.

What do you mean, you asked me out?

Backwards Day. Remember?

If I had waited for you to ask me... Oh, brother!

Even after that, you didn't call me for two weeks.

Well, I was busy.

You were scared.

Dave Ogler told me.

Then when you did ask me out,

you didn't kiss me for three dates.

Well, I was...

Scared. Jim Kiler told me.

I even asked my father why you hadn't kissed me.

Your father. Great.

You know what he said?

He said he thought you were bright enough,

and that you'd probably get around to it after a while.

You didn't, of course. I had to.

Remember the picnic?

Out at the canyon?

Oh, boy! You don't remember anything, do you?

The first one, up at the lake.

That was the first time you kissed me.

I had to practically throw myself at you.

I remember.

What's wrong?

Go to hell.

What are you doing, stealing hubcaps?

Well, hey, Wendy.

How've you been?

Fine.

Great. (HORN HONKING)

How you been? Wait a sec.

Wait a minute!

Bobbie Tucker. She's got her car.

Heard you're going away to school.

Maybe, maybe. (LAUGHS)

What? Same old Curt.

All the time we were going together,

you never knew what you were doing.

GIRL: Hey, guys, wait for me!

Well, I gotta go.

Well, where you going?

Nowhere.

Well, you mind if I come along?

Okay.

(BAND SINGING)

All right, Bolander, break that up. You know the rules.

You and your girlfriend wanna do that, go someplace else, huh?

Hey, Kroot. Why don't you go kiss a duck?

What did you say?

I said go kiss a duck, marble-head.

All right, Bolander, you are suspended!

Don't you even come in Monday. You're out! You're out!

Kroot, Kroot...

I graduated last semester. Remember?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Why don't we go out to the canal?

What for?

Listen, I can get tough with you, too, you know.

Hard guy.

A double Chubby Chuck, a Mexicali Chili-Barb,

two orders of French fries and...

Cherry Coke.

And two Cherry Cokes.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON PA)

Now wait a minute. What? Huh?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON PA)

Yeah, right. Cool.

Hey, Deb.

How's my soft baby?

Come on. Beat it, Vic. I'm not your baby.

Oh, come on, honey. Look, so I never called you back.

I've been, you know, busy.

Yeah, three weeks?

Besides, it only took me one night to realize

if brains were dynamite, you couldn't blow your nose.

Look who's talking.

Hey, who's the wimp you're hanging out with now? Einstein?

Tiger happens to be very intelligent, unlike you.

I know everything your dirty little mind is thinking. It shows.

Hey, now, buddy, look. The lady obviously doesn't wanna have to...

Look, creep. You want a knuckle sandwich?

No, thanks. I'm waiting for a double Chubby Chuck.

Then keep your smart-ass mouth shut.

Hey, I'll call you sometime, Deb.

Some night when I'm hard up.

I won't be home.

Get out of here. Get out of here.

You seem to know a lot of weird guys.

That creep's not a friend of mine. He's just horny.

That's why I like you. You're different.

I am? I mean, you really think I'm intelligent?

Yeah. And I bet you're smart enough to get us some brew.

Yeah. Brew?

Yeah.

Liquor.

Yeah.

Yeah, right, liquor.

Yeah, this place is too crowded anyway.

(STARTS ENGINE)

What about your double Chubby Chuck,

your Mexicali Chili-Barb

and your two Cherry Cokes, sir?

CURT: Will you speed up, please?

BOBBIE: Quit shoving me. You're gonna lose her.

Cut around him.

Just hang a right at the corner.

(HORN HONKING) Oh, lost her again.

Who is she?

I don't know, but I'm gonna find out.

I know who she is.

Well, come on, Bob.

Come on, who is she?

Come on!

You know Mr. Beeman? He owns Hepcat Jewelers.

Yeah.

That's his wife. (CHUCKLES)

Get out of here.

That's ridiculous. That girl is young and beautiful.

And married.

And she was cruising 10th Street.

You got to be thinking of someone else.

Hey, did you know

that my ex is going to become a presidential aide?

Yeah, and it's a secret, so don't tell anybody.

But his greatest ambition is to shake hands with President Kennedy.

How do you suppose you're gonna do that, wishy-washy, at JC?

Well, maybe I've grown up. Maybe I changed my mind.

I doubt it. I doubt it.

Maybe you don't think you can do it.

Maybe you ought to shut up.

Maybe I ought to. But I won't.

Maybe you ought to come into the aft chamber.

Where we can discuss this in private.

Thanks a lot.

Come on, Wendy.

Move over. I'm not sitting on your lap.

To the opera, James.

Drop dead.

Unless you want to go to Gallo Dam and have a little orgy.

You wish.

Oh, I could pick up some oleomargarine,

roll around in it for a while. (LAUGHING)

GIRL: Hey, you guys, keep your mind on the road.

I've been silly.

Oh, yeah?

I'm really glad you're gonna stay.

We might even have a class together.

Maybe. BOBBIE: Look.

There's Kip Pullman.

He's so neat.

Look. Say something to him when we go by.

What do you want me to say?

Anything. I just want to meet him.

CURT: Hey, Kip, buddy. What's up?

Hey, Henderson. Long time no see. What you been doing?

Nothing, nothing.

I just wanted to tell you that Bobbie here's

madly in love with you and trembles at the sight

of your rippling biceps.

Out of my car, you...

Wait a second. Wait a second.

I hate you! Get out of my car!

Temper, temper!

Bye, Curt.

WOLFMAN ON RADIO: Yes, found Barbara Ann.

Hey, this one is for all you out there watching the Submarine Races.

Here it is. One 10-cent Coke with ice.

And don't take all day drinking it. Please.

Oh, rats. I thought some of my friends might be here.

Probably a couple of weeks past their bedtime now.

Oh, wait. There's Dee Dee. I hope she sees me.

Shit. Dee Dee.

Hiya, John. Oh.

JOHN: What do you say, Al? Not much.

Say, do you think if I brought my Mopar by the shop on Monday,

you could spot weld the bumper bracket?

Sure. Anything.

Just come by before noon. All right?

Sure. Hey, you met Linda? Fine.

No, no. Hi, Linda.

This is my cousin, Carol.

Carol, Linda. Al.

I'm babysitting tonight.

Babysitting?

JOHN: Yeah, Jesus! Watch it, will you?

Been hitting me all night. Kids will be kids, you know.

Hold on, God damn it. Why don't you grow up, for Christ's sake?

We don't get along too well.

You know how it is. It's been like this...

You spastic creep!

(BOYS WHISTLING)

(BOYS YELLING)

Hi, cousin. How's your bod?

WOLFMAN ON RADIO: Wolfman Top 40 is Box 1300, Chula Vista.

Wolfman sweatshirts is Wolf Enterprises, Bakersfield.

Hi.

Excuse me, sir.

Yes, son?

I was wondering, could you give me the time?

Oh, sure. It's 11:45.

Yeah. 11:45. Good. Thanks a lot.

Okay.

Oh, excuse me, sir.

I got a problem. See, I lost my I. D. In a flood

and I was wondering, since you're going in there anyway,

could you pick me some Old Harper? Hard stuff?

Would you buy me a bottle?

Why, certainly.

I lost my wife, too.

Her name wasn't Idy, though, and it wasn't in a flood.

But I know what you...

Yeah, good.

Here's... Here's some money. Old Harper.

Great.

Hi. Hi.

11:45. Right-o.

Yeah.

Good night. Good night.

(ENGINE STARTING)

Hey, no. Not wine. Hey.

Hi. Hi.

Say, was there an old man in here a minute ago?

Yeah. Just went out the back.

Want something?

Yeah. Let me have...

Okay, yeah. Let me have a 3 Musketeers

and a ball-point pen,

one of those combs there, a pint of Old Harper,

a couple of flashlight batteries

and some beef jerky.

Okay. You got an I. D. For the liquor?

Oh.

Yeah.

Oh, nuts. I left it in the car.

Sorry. You'll have to get it before...

Well, I...

I also... I forgot the car.

Hey, did you get it? You get it, you get it, you get it?

You got it. You got it.

You didn't get it. Why didn't you get it?

Well, I... I needed some things

and I thought, as long as I was in there...

Look, Debbie, can you loan me a dollar?

Are you for real? Come on. Girls don't pay. Guys pay.

Yeah. Well, see, I've only got $50 and he doesn't have change.

Wow. I can't believe this.

I really cannot believe this.

Here.

Hi, excuse me. I'm wondering, could you...

Buy you a bottle of booze?

Yeah, I know. You lost your I. D. What kind do you want?

Gee, that's terrific. Just some Old Harper.

Great.

(WHIMPERING)

That one over there, that's Freddy Benson's 'vette.

Got his in a head-on collision with a drunk.

Boom!

Didn't have a chance. He was a good driver, too.

It's pretty grim when a guy gets it,

and it's not even his own fault.

Needs a paint job, that's for sure.

See that over there? That '41?

That used to be, believe it or not,

the fastest car in the valley.

I never got a chance to race Earl, though.

He got his in 1955 in about the hairiest crash we ever had here.

Jesus, you should have seen it.

Eight kids killed and both drivers.

The Board of Education was real impressed,

see, so they come up, film the whole thing.

Now they show it in drivers' education classes.

You'll probably see it if you get lucky.

Course, it's pretty tough when they take somebody with them.

You never had an accident, though. You told me.

Yeah. Well, I come mighty close.

I almost rolled it a couple of times.

But I've been just quick enough

to stay out of this graveyard.

Bet you're the fastest.

I've never been beat. A lot of guys tried.

Seems to me there's more guys lately than there's ever been.

WOLFMAN ON RADIO: Sneaking around with the Wolfman, baby.

Oh, this gonna strike a raw nerve, Mama. Here's The Platters.

(ROCK AND ROLL SONG PLAYING ON RADIO)

(SINGING ALONG)

What're you doing, creep?

Who, me?

No. I'm talking to the other 50 creeps here.

You know Gil Gonzales?

Gil Gonzales?

No. No, I don't.

You don't know Gil?

Well, you ought to. He's a friend of ours,

and that's his car you've got your butt parked on.

Hey, where are you going?

Nowhere. Well, you must be going someplace.

I mean, you left here, didn't you?

Ants, bring him over here. I want to show him something.

Here.

Bend down here. Look across here. You see?

Right across here. You see?

Yeah? Yeah, I guess so.

You scratched it, man.

Now, where do you get off sitting on Gil's car? Huh, man?

I'm sorry. It's really not much of a scratch.

I don't think you'd see it...

It ain't the size that's in question here.

It's the principle. The principle. Right.

Oh, jeez, this is gonna be tough.

What should we do with you?

Tie him to the car and drag him.

(LAUGHING)

You know Toby Juarez?

Toby Juarez, he's a Pharaoh, isn't he?

Toby Juarez?

Yeah, we know Toby.

We killed him last night.

Tied him to the car and...

Dragged him.

Right.

This is gonna take some thinking.

You better come with us, maybe.

Take a ride with the Pharaohs. Huh?

No. Listen. I'd really like to, but I... I've got to...

I'd rather... I'd rather...

I know just how you feel.

CARLOS: Shotgun.

ANTS: No, I called it.

When?

Before we picked you up.

Man, you can't call it for the whole night.

I got it now. Get in the back, punk.

(ANTS GROANING)

Will you get in there? Jesus!

(MUTTERING)

MAN ON RADIO: Rock and roll will stand, man.

WOLFMAN: Who is this on the Wolfman telephone?

FEMALE OPERATOR ON RADIO: Hello, it's collect.

WOLFMAN: Pardon me. Your name is Collett?

OPERATOR: Yes. Collect call for Wolf...

Your name is Collett Call?

Sir, this is the operator.

Are you French, operator?

This is a collect call for Wolfman Jack.

I... I love you, operator.

Is this Wolfman Jack?

Is Floyd there?

It's for Wolfman Jack.

I just love listening to Wolfman.

My mom won't let me at home.

Because he's a negro. I think he's terrific.

Do you know that he just broadcasts

from a plane that flies around in circles

all the time?

Do you believe that's true?

WOLFMAN: Floyd, I love you, Floyd.

Floyd, is this you, Floyd?

Floyd, I cannot look on thee, love took my hand

and smiling did reply, who made the eyes but I?

Floyd, reach out, touch my soul, Floyd.

OPERATOR: Your party's ready, sir. Hello, Floyd!

WOMAN: Matilda? Bye!

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?

No, he don't. I've 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.

Oh, man, they'll never catch Wolfman.

CARLOS: No way.

Hey, man, who cut the cheese?

JOE: He who smelt it, dealt it.

There's that badass Chevy again.

Oh, look at that snatch he's got with him.

Man, he looks like a wimp.

Probably is. Wimps get all the snatch.

Milner ain't gonna beat that. His time has come.

He's getting old. He ain't as fast as he used to be.

You got just two seconds to get your ass over in your corner.

Don't worry, I won't rape you. (HORN HONKING)

GIRL: Hey.

You got a bitching car.

Yeah, I know.

In fact, your car's so neat,

we're gonna give you our special prize.

You want me to give it to you?

Sweetheart, if the prize is you, I'm a ready teddy.

Well, get bent, turkey.

(JOHN LAUGHING)

Very funny. What a chop.

(LAUGHS MOCKINGLY)

Quit laughing.

Let's catch them at the light,

then you jump out and flatten their tires.

Wait a minute. Just do what I say.

All right, boss.

(GIRLS SCREAMING)

(ROMANTIC SONG PLAYING)

Wow, it's a really beautiful night tonight.

It's a perfect night for horseback riding.

I was going with a guy who had horses once.

Oh, yeah? I had a couple of horses myself.

Really? Mmm.

I used them for hunting. I do a lot of hunting, you know.

Yeah. Deer, mostly. Got a couple of bear last year.

Yeah, those were good ponies.

Had to train them special myself. Took a lot of time.

Yeah? Do you still have them? We can go for a ride.

No. No. I had to sell them

to get these wheels. And a Jeep.

I got a Jeep pickup with four-wheel drive.

It's got a gun rack on it, and I use that for hunting mostly.

Why do you kill little animals? I think that's terrible.

Oh, well, yeah,

I figure with bears, though, it's me or them.

You know, I think you're really neat.

Wait a second.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.

I don't know, I guess, maybe it's the booze or something.

(CHUCKLING) I don't know.

(BOTH MOANING)

(DEBBIE LAUGHING)

DEBBIE: Ouch! You pinched me! I'm sorry.

Let me get my head over here. Okay, you get up.

Okay.

TERRY: This is... Ow! My leg, my leg. Ow! Watch it!

(TERRY GRUNTING) (DEBBIE GIGGLING)

DEBBIE: Mmm. I just love tuck 'n' roll upholstery.

Jeez. It's like Grand Central Station around here.

Why don't we go someplace else?

No, come on. They won't come back.

Wait a minute.

I got a blanket in the back.

Why don't we go over into the field?

All right. Okay. Okay.

Oh.

WOLFMAN ON RADIO: Hello. GIRL: Yeah.

How old are you?

I'm 13, how old are you?

I'm only 14.

Oh, boy, I love you, Wolfman.

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 there somewhere.

You got The Wolfman Jack Show.

Hey, now, this is terrific. See, I love miniature golf.

Is that right?

I hate it.

Well, I don't play it too often anyway. What are we doing here?

We're out of gas, man.

CURT: They don't... They don't sell gas here.

I know. But we're out of money, too.

(PANTING) Ha!

Hey! Hey. What are you punks doing?

What's going on here?

Why, just...

Hey, hi, Mr. Gordon. What's up?

Henderson?

Curt Henderson, are you with these punks?

These are just some friends of mine.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. We're just, you know...

(LAUGHING) Oh.

Well, you had me nervous there for a second, huh?

Yeah? (LAUGHING) Yeah. Yeah.

Well, you didn't leave yet, huh?

Oh, no, I'm not...

I'm not scheduled to leave until tomorrow morning.

Tomorrow? Oh.

Hey, Hank Anderson's inside. Come on in and say goodbye. Huh?

You know, he brought your name up at the Moose Hall.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

You got the check, didn't you? Uh-huh.

Hey, Hank, look who's here.

Well, well. Well, well, well.

Well, well, how are you, Curt? What a pleasant surprise.

Congratulations, my boy. We're all proud of you. All of us.

You know, the Moose Scholarship went to the right boy. You.

And we're all proud of you.

Hey.

We're all done out here.

All done? What's he mean?

He means we're all done having loads of fun out here.

Oh, well... Wonderful.

Yes. You can have all the fun you want.

This place is for fun.

Yes, it is.

Thank you. Thank you both.

Good luck now.

Curt, before I say goodbye,

I hope you'll be taking along with you

a little piece of this place.

I think I have.

Good. Don't forget us.

No, I won't forget you and you won't forget me.

Okay. Bye-bye. Okay.

Goodbye and good luck. Bye now.

Bye. Bye.

It was nice to meet you.

Right. What he said goes for me, too.

Yeah, you just might make it as a Pharaoh yet, boy.

Someday he'll make a fine Moose.

DEBBIE: What's the matter?

TERRY: The radio's gone.

Yeah?

That means the car is gone! Come on.

Oh, God! Not the car!

Oh, no! Anything! Not the car!

(ROMANTIC SONG PLAYING ON RADIO)

You know, it doesn't make sense

to leave home to look for home.

To give up a life to find a new life.

To say goodbye to friends you love just to find new friends.

Wait a minute. Could you say that again?

Something Curt said.

Mmm. Figures.

You must've talked his ear off trying to get him to stay.

Oh, no, Steven. That's not true at all. I didn't say anything.

Curt just said at dinner tonight

that he didn't see what the big hurry was.

He thought that he ought to stick around and go to JC for a while,

and try and figure out what he wanted to do with his life.

That sounds logical.

Do you think so? 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.

I'm not going with you to the airport tomorrow.

No, Steven, don't.

Come on.

No.

It's our last night together for three months.

I know. But we've been through this before.

I'm gonna miss you so much.

I need something to remember you by.

You don't want me to forget you, do you?

No.

Well, what's wrong? You're just sitting there.

Well, you want to. Go ahead.

Not like that.

If you're not gonna remember me for anything else,

why don't you just go ahead?

Oh, come on, you want it and you know it.

Don't be so damn self-righteous with me,

after all that stuff you told me about watching your brother.

You're disgusting. Get out of my car. Get out!

Laurie. I told you never to mention that.

So, anyhows, the Goat Killer...

Can't we talk about something else?

No. Whenever he strikes,

he leaves a bloody goat's head next to the victim.

Isn't that creepy?

They thought he went up to Stockton, but two nights ago

they found the bodies of Carlie Johnson and Don White

right here at this canal, all hacked to pieces.

Who do you think will take the regionals this year?

Not only were there bloody goats' heads all around,

but he had, like, switched parts of their bodies.

She had on his arms and he had on her legs and...

(GOAT BLEATING)

Wait a second! Wait a second!

Did you hear that?

Do you think it's the Goat Killer?

No!

(SHUSHING) I mean, no.

Listen, I'll go for help and you stay here.

No, let's get in this field.

Come on, come on! Come on, come on!

Maybe if it's the Goat Killer,

he'll get somebody and we'll see the whole thing.

I don't want to see the whole thing!

(DEBBIE SHUSHING)

I gotta see what he's doing though.

Darn it, I wish I could see.

I can't see anything. I don't wanna see anything.

Just keep him away from me. That's all I want.

How do I get into these things?

We're all right up...

Debbie?

(GOAT CONTINUES BLEATING)

Debbie?

Oh, no! Please! Please!

STEVE: Terry.

Steve! What are you doing up here?

Steve. Oh, God, Steve.

DEBBIE: Hey, is it safe to come out?

Where did you go, anyway? Over there.

Don't do that. Come on. Let's get out of here.

STEVE: Where's my rod?

TERRY: Your rod? STEVE: Yeah.

TERRY: Oh. Did I introduce you? This is Debbie.

Debbie, this is Steve. DEBBIE: Hello.

STEVE: Hi. DEBBIE: Hi.

STEVE: Well?

It's in the garage.

I put it in the garage for safekeeping. I mean...

I mean, I don't want to take any chances with it.

Yeah. Oh, great.

Yeah. It's a good thing, too,

because somebody stole our car.

STEVE: Really? That's terrible. DEBBIE: Yeah.

What kind was it?

TERRY: Gee, where's Laurie anyway?

STEVE: I guess we broke up.

TERRY: You broke up? Bull.

Doesn't look like a gearshift knob. What is it?

Come on, will you? Give it back to me.

What's wrong? You're a tough guy.

Go ahead and cream me. Break my arm. See if I care.

I was just gonna keep it for a little while.

You're an ogre, just like my father.

He won't let me stay out late or play records or anything.

Your father won't let you stay out late?

No, he's terrible.

Once I was at a party and it didn't end until late.

He called the cops.

Can you imagine? He had the whole police force there.

By the way, where is it that you live, Carol?

Over on Ramona. Why?

Oh, no!

Uh-uh.

You thought I'd tell you where I live? Not me. Not old Carol.

The night is young,

and I'm not hitting the rack till I get a little action.

(CAR REVVING)

What do you keep looking at?

Who's that? You know him?

He's following awful close.

Grab on to something.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Hey, man, I'm sorry if I scared you.

You'd have to do a hell of a lot more than that to scare me.

Hey, I've been looking all over for you, man.

Didn't nobody tell you I was looking for you?

Hey, I can't keep track of all you punks

running around here backwards.

Hey, you're supposed to be the fastest thing in the valley, man.

But that can't be your car. It must be your mama's car.

I'm sort of embarrassed to be this close to you.

Well, I'm not surprised, driving a field car.

Field car? What's a field car?

A field car runs through the fields,

drops cow shit all over the place to make the lettuce grow.

(LAUGHS) That's pretty good.

Hey, I like the color of your car there, man. What's that supposed to be?

Sort of a cross between piss yellow and puke green, ain't it?

You call that a paint job, but it's pretty ugly.

I'll bet you got to sneak up on the pumps

just to get a little air in your tires.

At least I don't have to pull over to the side

just to let a funeral go by, man.

Oh! Funny. You know what?

Your car's uglier than I am!

That didn't come out right.

Come on, boy. Let's go. Prove it.

Why don't you go out and try to win yourself a few races?

Then you come on back and I'll show you a few things.

Oh, race him. You can beat him.

Hey, that's a tough-looking girl you got with you, man.

What are you doing? Trying to pick up

a few extra bucks babysitting?

Hey, doll, why don't you come on

and ride with me, in about 10 years?

Now, leave her out of this.

This is just between you and me.

(ENGINE REVVING)

Wow. He's really fast, isn't he?

Yeah, but he's stupid.

Any of you guys know a blonde in a white T-Bird?

I know her. What about it?

I'm trying to find out, you know, who she is.

She's out of your price range, man.

My brother's been out with her. He clued me in...

Price range?

(LAUGHS)

Are you trying to tell me that she's a prost...

That's right, she's a $30 Sheri.

Jesus. Can you imagine that? Thirty bucks for that broad.

We got to be thinking about two different broads.

Hey, watch it. Fuzz ahead.

Where?

At Jerry's Cherry.

You can just barely see the fender.

JOE: Yeah. We ought to do something.

I got an idea.

I got a good idea.

(WHISTLING)

I think I'm gonna go over to Burger City.

Yeah. Yeah, Laurie's probably over there.

You really think she's got me worried

about where she is, don't you?

Well, let me tell you something. I couldn't care less.

Want to come along? Yeah, I do. I do. I do.

No. Well, make up your minds.

No, thanks. We got to report the car missing.

All right. I'll see you.

Yeah. See you.

Shut up! They'll hear us.

Listen, Carl...

Curt.

Curt. Curt.

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 this town,

you got the same secret dream, right?

You wanna be a Pharaoh, huh.

Go ahead. You can admit it.

But you didn't think it was possible, did you? Huh?

(CHUCKLING)

Well, tonight,

I'm gonna give you your chance.

Get down.

Okay. Now, you got it?

I'm staying here. You're on your own.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute, Joe. Wait a minute.

What if he hears me?

(SHUSHING) Listen, 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 bit.

And you don't want that, right? No.

Two, you foul up and Holstein hears you, and, well,

you don't want that, right?

No, I don't.

Three, you are successful and you join the Pharaohs

with a car coat and a blood initiation and all that, huh.

What? Wait a minute. Wait a minute. What blood initiation?

(CLANKS)

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

Hey, why don't we go get your Jeep?

What? What are you talking about?

You know, your Jeep.

The one you sold the hunting ponies for,

the one with the four-wheel drive.

JOE: Hey, you sure you got enough slack?

CURT: Yeah, yeah, no sweat. Let's get out of here.

Come on, Terry.

Terry?

Stand by for justice!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(SIREN WAILING)

WOLFMAN ON RADIO: I can't believe it.

Feeling so good 'cause you're 16.

(ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

Why are we stopping here?

Carol.

What?

I...

I don't think that I can control myself any longer tonight.

You can't? No.

I've got to have you.

Me? Yeah.

All night you've been sitting there, and you've been so sexy,

and it's been so hot out here,

and I can't wait any longer. You've been so...

Well, a lot of that was an act, you know.

Like my crying. It was just an act.

Yeah? It's been building up inside of me like a volcano all night.

And if you told me where you lived,

well, then I could take you home,

but you won't tell me where you live, so here we are.

I mean, I've got to have you. It's too late.

It's not too late! It's never too late!

231 Ramona. Two-three-one. Two-three-one.

I'll show you. It's easy to find.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Hi, Steve. Mind if I sit down?

Oh, hi. No. Have a seat.

Just got five minutes off and I saw you here all alone, for once.

Where's Laurie?

I don't know.

I thought you guys would be together, I mean,

this being your last night and everything...

We broke up. What?

It's no big deal. It's no big deal at all.

Why? What happened?

MAN: Budda, you got an hour left. Let's get on it.

All right, all right, you old fart! Relax!

Hey, listen, I'm gonna get off in an hour,

and I thought you'd maybe like to come over.

I don't know.

Well, why not?

...this time, it'd just be for fun.

Okay?

Well...

Okay. I'll see you later, then.

Budda. Budda, wait.

Yeah?

Listen, I...

I gotta get up early in the morning

and I just don't think it'd work out.

What a glorious night, huh?

That was the bitching-est thing I ever seen in my whole life.

Whoo!

Boy, I'll tell you something,

that thing jumped about five feet in the air...

Listen, I still got some things to do.

I got to find that blonde.

Yeah, anyway, catch you tomorrow night.

I guess so. I don't know.

What do you mean, you guess so?

Listen, we don't admit a lot of guys to the Pharaohs.

Right. I mean, you understand?

We got to steal you a car coat and things like that.

You got to make up your mind.

Rome wasn't burned in a night.

(LAUGHING)

(WHOOPING)

Well, let's go! I'll see you, boys.

Yeah.

WOLFMAN ON RADIO: My, my, my.

You only got about five minutes left

if you want to talk to the Wolfman.

Gonna make all your dreams come true, baby. Hello!

MAN ON RADIO: Wolfman. WOLFMAN: Yeah.

Would you dedicate a record

to keep me and my girlfriend together?

Are you separated?

Well, see, we're having a little problem.

I'll bring you right together. Hold on a minute, man.

(WOLFMAN CHANTING GIBBERISH)

Everything's gonna be all right now, man. You understand?

I chased the evil spirits away. (ENGINE FALTERING)

Now let me play the record for you.

(ROMANTIC SONG PLAYING ON RADIO)

(CAR REVVING)

Hey, hey, hey, baby. What do you say?

Don't say anything and we'll get along just fine.

Well, this is the first time you've been quiet all night.

I had fun. Goodbye.

Bye.

Do you like me?

Yeah, I like you. You're all right.

But I mean, do you like me?

Yeah...

I like you.

Okay?

Couldn't I have something to remember you by?

Bye, kid.

Gee, thanks!

It's just like a ring or something. Yeah.

It's like we were going steady.

Wait till I tell Marcia.

Wait a minute, now. Wait till I tell everybody!

Don't go overboard with this thing.

Well, I'll see you around.

WOLFMAN ON RADIO: I've been crying so much.

And the tears and everything, man.

I leaned down towards the microphone, I almost shorted myself out.

Hold that up.

You're right about that.

But why should I leave home to find a home?

You know, why should I leave friends

that I love to find new friends?

Wait a minute, wait a minute,

wait a minute, wait a minute. I've heard this already.

Aren't you the one that told me for eight weeks

that you have to leave the nest sometime?

I realize that. I realize that.

No. No realizing. You've been telling me all summer

that it's time to stick your head out of the sand

and take a look at the big, beautiful world out there somewhere.

But... Give me this thing.

I don't know, I... I feel like a midwife.

I may have been wrong, Curt. I may have been wrong.

Wrong, nothing. You've been telling me for eight weeks.

God damn it. Yeah, I know.

You're just mentally playing with yourself.

Just relax and we'll talk about it at the airport.

Where are you going? It's awfully early in the morning.

I have a dental appointment.

Come on, Curt.

Just relax, will you? I'll see you at the airport.

(GIRL SCREAMING)

(SINGING ROMANTIC BALLAD)

(TERRY RETCHING)

He mustn't have been used to drinking.

No. He likes to drink. He told me so.

I knew a man once who got that sick.

Billy Weber. That was 10 years ago.

WOMAN: Being on his hands and knees like that,

he looks like a dog, doesn't he?

He looks like Old Ginger.

Sicker than a dog, that's for sure.

DEBBIE: Are you all right?

Oh, rats.

Oh, I feel terrible.

The car! Debbie, look!

DEBBIE: What?

Debbie, that's the car!

Hey, look, it's sitting right here.

Are you sure this is it?

Yeah. Yeah, sure. This is it. This is it.

They must've taken the keys with them.

Well, maybe we better go call the police.

No. No. Wait a minute.

I got a better idea. We'll just steal it right back, all right?

Now, you get some wire. We need about a foot.

We can hotwire it. Okay?

Took the header plugs off, eh? Expecting some action?

Yeah, I think so. There's some punk looking for me.

Why in the hell do they bother?

You've been number one as long as I can remember.

Yeah.

Been a long time, ain't it?

I'll see you. Thanks.

(RADIO TURNS ON)

WOLFMAN ON RADIO: Who is this on the Wolfman telephone?

Hi, this is my car.

What I mean is, somebody stole my...

No, I mean, I lost my car, see?

And I want to thank you two guys for 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, would you? Easy. Easy.

Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

Help! Help! Police!

Stop! Stop it, you creeps!

TERRY: Come on. No.

JOHN: Stop! Hey!

Stop it!

TERRY: Go, John!

DEBBIE: Get him!

Come on, get up! Come on!

What the hell's going on here, Toad?

Hey, man, are you all right?

Yeah, I'll die soon and it'll all be over, John.

Wow, you're just like The Lone Ranger!

Yeah, yeah.

Listen, are you with him?

Yeah.

You're talking to the woman I love.

What happened, man?

Hi, Steve. Hi, Judy. Hi, Karen.

Where's Laurie?

Well, we know where she is.

So what?

So nothing.

Just that she was with a really cute guy in a really boss car,

and we thought you just might know who it was.

I'm sorry, but I wouldn't know.

We know.

His name's Bob Falfa.

MAN ON INTERCOM: Yes? Help. No...

Bring two Cherry Cokes with lots of ice.

No, never mind. Forget... Just bring the ice. Pronto.

Out. Out. Get out of the car. Hey!

Steve, what are you doing?

Get out. Just get out and shut up.

You, too. Get out. Get out!

TERRY: What's going on?

I don't know, but I'm about to find out.

I can't believe it.

You practically get killed trying to get your car back

and then you let him have it.

It's not my car.

What?

It is not my car.

Well, then, where is your car?

I don't have a car.

Well, what about your Jeep?

Well, how am I gonna get home?

Where's your car? I have to hang them on a car.

I need a ride.

Hey, Toad, what happened to you, man?

Did you lose your car again?

No, Steve took it.

I want to go to sleep.

WOLFMAN ON RADIO: You got to take it easy when you drive that car of yours.

You've got to cruise easy, baby.

Don't be doing any accidents or anything on me now.

You know, Terry? I had a pretty good time tonight.

Oh, come on. You're just...

No, no. Really, really.

I really had a good time.

I mean, you picked me up and we got some hard stuff,

and saw a holdup, and then we went to the canal.

You got your car stolen.

And then, I got to watch you getting sick.

And then, you got in this really bitching fight.

I really had a good time.

Yeah, well, I guess I have a pretty good time just about every night.

Well, if I'm not doing anything tomorrow,

why don't you give me a call, okay?

Yeah, all right.

I got a little Vespa that I just kind of

play around with. Maybe, you know, we...

Really? Well, that's almost a motorcycle, and I just love motorcycles.

You do? Why didn't you say something earlier?

We wouldn't have had to go through all the fun.

I gotta go.

Ow.

Good night. See you.

Hey, what do you want?

Push the red switch down.

I'm looking for this girl.

Yeah. Aren't we all? She's not here.

Come on in the back.

You just go around the back.

Thank you. This way.

Hey.

Have a popsicle. The icebox just broke down

and they're melting all over the place.

You want one? No, no. No thanks.

Listen...

Have a popsicle.

Are you the Wolfman?

(CHUCKLING)

No, man. I'm not the Wolfman.

Wait a minute.

WOLFMAN ON TAPE: Who is this on the Wolfman's telephone?

GIRL ON TAPE: Diane. How're you doing, Diane?

That's the Wolfman.

Do you love me?

He's on tape.

(LAUGHS) The man is on tape. Well...

(SIGHS)

Where is he now? I mean, where does he work?

The Wolfman is everywhere.

Well, I gotta give him this note. Shit!

GIRL: Can I wizz on you, Wolfman? (SOFT ROMANTIC SONG PLAYING)

Here, let me see the note.

Hell, that's just a dedication, man.

What I can do is I relay it.

It'll be on tomorrow or Tuesday.

No, no. See, this is very important.

You see, I may be leaving town tomorrow

and it's very important that I...

Damn it. That I reach this girl right now.

You don't know whether you're gonna leave town or not?

Well, I'm supposed to go to college back east tomorrow,

and I don't know if I'm gonna go. I don't know.

Wait a minute. Have a popsicle. Have a...

Huh? No. No, thanks.

Sit down a minute.

(SIGHS) It's early in the morning.

Damn.

I can't talk for the Wolfman,

but I can tell you one thing.

If the Wolfman was here, he'd say, "Get your ass in gear."

(LAUGHS)

The Wolfman comes in here occasionally

bringing tapes, you know, to check up on me and whatnot.

And the places he talks about

that he's been, the things he's seen.

It's a great, big, beautiful world out there.

And here I sit, sucking on popsicles.

Why don't you leave?

I'm not a young man anymore.

And the Wolfman gave me my start

in the business, and I like it.

I tell you what.

If I can possibly do it tonight,

I'll try to relay this dedication in

and get it on the air for you later on.

That would be terrific. Really. Thanks.

Just a minute.

Hey, it's been a pleasure, really.

Thanks a lot. I appreciate it.

Sticky little mothers, ain't they?

They really... (LAUGHING)

Six or seven of them, right?

I know. I got a whole refrigerator full.

Thanks a lot. Appreciate it. See you later.

(WOLFMAN LAUGHING)

Rock on, baby. We gonna do it right here.

Rock and roll yourself to death.

Oh, mercy!

Give me some more! My, my.

(ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

Hey, John, let me go with you. Come on.

No, man, I can't take you when I'm racing somebody.

Oh, come on. Just let me go.

I just want to watch. Or I'll flag you, okay?

All right. Go ahead.

Paradise Road.

All right, now where's this Paradise Road?

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.

Why don't you shut up, baby?

You ain't said one word all night long.

You're a weird broad. But you're gonna appreciate me soon.

You're gonna be hanging on for mercy

when I get this sucker rolling.

Heading out to Paradise Road?

Paradise Road?

Some guy named Falfa's going up against Milner.

He's racing Falfa?

Yeah. Figured something's up.

Saw them head out of town real cautious-like and then...

WOLFMAN ON RADIO: That's Heart and Soul, baby.

Hey, I got a dedication here that's for a friend of the old Wolfman,

and he 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 name is Curt,

and he wants to talk to you out there, baby.

So you meet him at Burger City,

or you can 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.

(ROCK AND ROLL SONG PLAYING)

Hey, Laurie, what in the hell are you doing in there?

Is she gonna ride with you?

Mind your own business, John.

Yeah, she's going with me.

You take care of yourself, man.

You guys ready?

(ENGINES REVVING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

STEVE: Milner, you son of a bitch!

Laurie. Laurie.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Laurie. Laurie.

JOHN: Come on, she's gonna blow.

No, no, no.

Please, don't come near me. No, please.

I'm gonna be sick. Steven.

(SOBBING) Oh, Steven! Steven, please, don't leave me.

Don't leave me, Steven. I won't.

I couldn't bear it. Please. I won't.

I'm not gonna leave you.

I promise. Do you?

I'm not gonna leave you.

TERRY: Oh, that was beautiful, John. Just beautiful. Huh?

I was losing, man.

What?

He had me, man. He was pulling away from me

just before he crashed.

You're crazy. You saw it.

No, you creamed him from right off the line.

The guy never had a chance.

Shit, Toad! The man had me! He was beating me!

John, I don't know what you're talking about.

It was the most beautiful thing I ever seen.

That guy, he might as well...

He can get a wheelchair and roll himself home.

Man, you got the bitching-est car in the valley.

You'll always be number one, John. You're the greatest.

(COCK CROWING)

Yeah. Huh?

Look at your glasses, man. (LAUGHS)

Okay, Toad.

(SIGHS) We'll take them all.

Right.

We'll take them.

Let's get out of here.

Jesus, what a night!

(ROMANTIC SONG PLAYING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Hello? Hello? Hello?

GIRL ON PHONE: Curt?

Yes! Yes. This is Curt.

Who are you?

Who were you expecting?

Do you drive a white T-Bird?

A white '56.

I saw you on Third Street.

Whoo!

Curt?

Who are you? Do you know me?

Of course!

How do you know me?

It's not important.

It's important! It's important to me!

You're the most beautiful, exciting thing I've ever seen in my life,

and I don't know anything about you.

Listen, listen, listen,

could we meet someplace?

I cruise Third Street.

Maybe I'll see you tonight.

No, I don't think so.

Curt.

Tell me your name. At least tell me your name.

Goodbye, Curt.

Wait a minute! Wait a second!

(WOLFMAN KISSING ON RADIO)

Little kiss on your ear. Good night, sweetheart.

I'll see you later.

The Spaniels.

(SLOW SONG PLAYING)

Goodbye, Son. Call us when you get there.

I'll miss you. Mmm.

Good luck.

Yeah, same to you.

Am I gonna see you there next year?

Oh, yeah, I'll be there.

Yeah?

Bye-bye, Curt.

Well, stay cool, man.

And don't do anything I wouldn't do.

I'll see you, buddy.

I know, you probably think you're a big shot, going off like this.

But you're still a punk.

(LAUGHING) Okay, John.

So long. So long.

See you. We'll see you.

LAURIE: Bye, Curt.

See you later. JOHN: Right.

TERRY: Have a good trip.

Curt!

Bye, Curt.

Bye.

(ROCK AND ROLL SONG PLAYING)