Christmas 2010
Out of context: Reply #7
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I want someone to film the car crash scene from Fast Times at Ridgemont High as it's written in the original screenplay, with original actors. It goes a little something like this:
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EXT./INT. THE BLUE MUSTANG - NIGHTJeff Spicoli is behind the wheel. Sitting next to
him is Little Charles, "L.C.", Jefferson's younger
brother. They're smoking grass and holding
Lowenbrau beers in between their legs. The radio is
blasting the music of Rick James.L.C.
Hey, slow down. This is my
brother's car.SPICOLI
I thought he was out of town.L.C.
He is.SPICOLI
Then don't hassle it.They speed off down Ridgemont.
L.C.
Seen the new Playboy?SPICOLI
Naw. Any good?L.C.
Suzanne Somers' tits.SPICOLI
All right.L.C.
I like sex.Spicoli sees something in the rearview mirror.
SPICOLI
Hold your beer down, L.C., I think
it's a cop.Spicoli slows down. The car behind him slows down.
SPICOLI (CONT'D)
This is a cop. He's definitely
cruising me at busting distance.The high beams switch on behind Spicoli.
SPICOLI (CONT'D)
What the fuck is this guy doing?The car behind Spicoli then advances to the point
where it is now almost touching the blue Mustang.SPICOLI (CONT'D)
What the fuck is this guy doing?L.C.
This ain't no cop.The mystery car bumps them lightly from behind.
L.C. (CONT'D)
Hey! He's gonna scratch my
brother's car!The two boys start yelling. High beams fill the
Mustang with bright light and...EXT./INT. MUSTANG AND GRANADA
Then mystery car pulls back, then up alongside
Spicoli and L.C. on the left. We hear the music on
the radio of George Thoroughgood's "Ride On,
Josephine".SPICOLI
It's a bunch of Jocks in a Granada!L.C.
They're fuckin' with us.The drivers of the two cars eye each others. Then
the Granada begins inching over, trying to force
Spicoli off the road.L.C. (CONT'D)
My brother's car!SPICOLI
All right. Die, Granada Jocks!Spicoli guns ahead, in a real bullet move, and
easily overtakes the Granada. Spicoli is proud of
himself. He checks himself out in the rearview and
turns to L.C.SPICOLI (CONT'D)
Would you roll your window up,
L.C.? It's messing my hair.Spicoli pulls way ahead of the Granada, while L.C.
rolls his window up. Spicoli looks over to L.C. and
smiles wickedly.Now Spicoli wants to show off. He pushes the pedal
to the floor.L.C.
We just missed the turnoff to the
party.SPICOLI
You know the thing I love about
Mustangs? The steering wheel.Spicoli fingers the bubbles in the wheel.
SPICOLI (CONT'D)
With a genuine Mustang steering
wheel, you can negotiate a hairpin
turn with ease, my man.EXT./INT. MUSTANG
on the word "ease", Spicoli curls his finger into
one of the Mustang steering wheel bubbles and whips
it clockwise. The idea is to turn off onto a side
street and head back to the party. But instead, at
the moment of the hairpin turn, L.C. is attempting
to switch the radio station. Spicoli crooks his
finger farther into the bubble than he expected.
The car swings in a complete circle, a circle that
includes a bright yellow fire hydrant. The hydrant
rips the side of the car open like a can of tuna.
There is a silent moment of terror.SPICOLI
Are you okay?There is silence. Outside the smashed car, the
Granada Jocks pass Spicoli and L.C.GRANADA JOCKS
Fuck youuuuuuuuuu!Then L.C. stirs and utters his first words.
L.C.
My brother is going to kill us.
He's gonna kill you and then he's
gonna kill me. He's gonna kill us.SPICOLI
Just be glad you're all right.L.C.
My brother is gonna shit.SPICOLI
Make up your mind. Is he gonna
shit, or is he gonna kill us?L.C.
First he's gonna shit. And then
he's gonna kill us..SPICOLI
Will you just relax, mon? He's not
gonna kill us. My father is a
television repairman. He's got all
kinds of tools. I can fix-this car.L.C.
You can't fix this car, Spicoli.ANGLE ON THE BLUE MUSTANG
waffled and mangled. It is just inches away from
scrap iron.SPICOLI
I can fix it.