Midnight Ride

-And... how many days? -Oh, one, maybe two. Three, three.

-To be returned here on... -No, I'm not coming back.

-I'm going to Hendersonville to live. -Okay.

Return here... Hendersonville.

I'll need your signature here.

And initials here. And here.

And I'll need a credit card, please.

Yeah. I'm packed.

This is sick. I don't have a credit card.

Oh, hold on.

-None? -None.

Nothing?

I'm, sorry, but we require a major credit card. Company policy.

Oh, wait, you, you're not gonna to give me a car?

I, I don't think you'll understand how important this trip is.

I'm sorry, sir. No card, no car.

-Yeah. -Okay, well, fine.

You can keep your... stupid car.

You forgot this.

Thanks. Now, get out.

Don't do this, Lara.

We may have some problems, but I love you.

Don't make this more difficult than it has to be.

Oh, come on, Lara. You can handle difficult.

We got you out of Russia. Why are you doing this?

Why? You know why.

You have your life, your job, you can't be married to it and me at the same time.

I love you, Lawson. I just can't compete anymore. I won't.

Just let me go, Lawson.

No.

Have it your way.

I can't believe this.

-I don't wanna fight. -Neither do I.

I just wanna disappear. Be swallowed up.

This is hard enough to me without you making a scene.

Let's get some ice-cream.

You'll feel better. You always do after ice-cream.

And if you still wanna leave me, I won't stop you, I promise.

That's better.

Everything's gonna be okay. You'll see.

I'd help you out, but this thing's a pain in the butt to walk on.

Lara! Don't do this.

I have no choice.

It's the only way. I've got to do this.

Please. Try to understand.

I'll get every cop in the state after you!

You won't get two miles.

Hey, Lieutenant. How's the leg doing?

Great. I get the cast off in less than two weeks.

-So, what are doing here? -The little wife dropped me off.

She's running errands.

Say, Pete, I'd kill for a burger.

What do you say you spot me one, I left my wallet at home.

Sure.

-Thanks, partner. -No problem.

Hey, man. What are you doing?

Lawson, I need my car, man.

You'll get it back.

Lieutenant Markman, please.

Come on, come on, answer.

Bev? Thank God, you're home.

I've done it. I'm leaving Lawson.

I'll explain later. Look, I'll need a place to stay.

Thanks.

So, I will see you in a couple of hours, okay?

Bye. Shit...

Hi, listen, you think, I can ask you for a ride?

I missed my bus and I gotta get home.

Please.

Thanks.

-Where are you headed? -Santa Barbara.

Great. I'm going to see a friend just north of there, Hendersonville.

It's on your way. I'm Justin.

Oh, hi. I'm Lara.

What's that?

We're gonna find out.

What's the trouble, Officer?

-Where you folks headed tonight? -Santa Barbara.

My brother and I were up here visiting family.

Was there an accident or anything?

Don't I know you?

-I don't think so. -Oh, well.

Sorry to bother you there's been a landslide and the road's out.

Take a right, then the first left.

That'll take you down to the coast highway.

-You drive carefully now. -Thanks, Officer.

Wouldn't mind being her bucket seat for that ride to Santa Barbara.

-You know it's funny you said that. -Said what?

About us. Being brother and sister.

I had a sister once.

You remind me of her.

I do?

I liked her very much.

Hey, Lieutenant, how are you doing?

What are you doing driving a blue and white?

It's along story. Listen, you see my wife come through here,

-you remember what she looks like? -Yeah, sort of.

-I don't think so. -Brown Oldsmobile...

Oh, jeez, I thought I recognized her, but she had some guy with her.

-Description? -I don't know, small, he's...

-And white. -We didn't really get a good look.

-How long ago? -Ten minutes, maybe.

I told them to take valley road down to the coast.

-Do you mind? -No. No.

They're really growing.

What?

My finger nails. Seem to be growing faster.

Seems like I just cut 'em.

-Can I take your picture? -Not now.

Alright. Not letting you go till I get a picture.

Come on.

Stop!

-Stop following me! -You stop running away!

I can't!

God!

Unit 12, this is Lawson, can you hear me?

-Hey, we just hit a cop. -I know.

-He was after us. -More like after me.

That was my husband.

You. Damn! Fuck it!

I've gotta get to a phone.

I don't think you are gonna find one out here.

-Who you wanna call anyway? -Nobody.

Just a friend.

Your husband's back there, remember?

The one we almost ran of the road. I think we'd better keep going.

They'll have a phone. We're stopping.

You stay here, I'll be right back.

Hey, you. Move the car.

No parking there. This spot's reserved.

I'm making a call. We'll only be a minute, alright?

Just a minute, no more.

-You, people, gonna rent a room? -No.

I don't like her.

She's got a fake eye.

Yeah.

Yeah. I'm coming.

What do you want?

What's the matter with you?

Are you deaf, huh?

Did you move that car yet?

It's been over a minute so.

If there was something you want, you'd better open up your mouth,

'cause I wanna get back to my show.

I want... that!

Hi, it's me.

I just wanted to say I am really sorry about what happened back there.

Believe me, it was an accident.

I hope you're okay.

Look, I'll be staying at Beverly's.

Her number is 805-555-2238.

But please, don't call me.

Unless you have to. Just give me some time. Okay?

Take care.

-All done. -Well, let's get out of here.

Why did you take them out?

Better safe than sorry.

Jordan!

Jordan!

You get your ass out of bed, dammit.

What the hell's going on out there?

Jordan, it's me, Lawson.

I've gotta use a cab.

Lawson. Hold your horses. I'll be right out.

Jesus. Damn.

Hey, my man.

What the hell happened to you? That looks like shit.

I wrecked my car. A woman hit me.

-A woman hit you? -Lara.

Lara?

-Can you believe it, man? -Damn!

Jordan, I want her back in the worse way.

I heard that.

The keys.

Good luck. Thing ain't running worth a damn.

I owe you one.

Hey, you'll get it back here by 8 in the morning, okay?

-One more thing. -Yeah?

What size shoes do you wear?

I am going to Hendersonville to see an old professor.

He makes me feel good.

Like you do.

-Know what I mean? -Not really.

What are you making there?

It's a present.

-For you. -For me?

You don't like it?

Get out!

-You don't mean that. -I said get out!

Get out! Get out! Right now!

Alright. I don't think that you understand the situation here.

Look, please, get out.

No.

Alright. Then I'll get out.

-I want you to like me. -Then why are you doing this to me?

Lara, I am not going to hurt you. Just... don't run away from me, okay?

-Promise! -Okay.

I promise.

You want gas?

I am looking for a blonde woman traveling with a younger man.