Lost Highway

Dick Laurent is dead.

You don't mind that I'm not coming to the club tonight?

What are you going to do?

Stay home, read.

Read?

Read?

Read what, Renee?

It's nice to know I can still make you laugh.

I like to laugh, Fred.

That's why I married you.

You can wake me up when you get home if you want to.

What is that?

A videotape.

I found it outside on the steps.

Who's it from?

I don't know.

There isn't anything on the envelope.

Does it say anything on the tape?

No. Nothing.

Well, see what's on it.

Come on.

Must be from a real estate agent.

Maybe.

It's OK.

It's OK.

It's OK.

I had a dream last night.

You were inside the house...

You were calling my name...

Fred.

Fred.

Where are you.

I couldn't find you.

Then there you were...

...Iying in bed.

It wasn't you.

It looked like you, but it wasn't.

Fred, are you all right?

You're up early.

That dog woke me.

Who the hell owns that dog?

What's that?

Another videotape.

Yes.

Don't you want to watch it?

I guess so.

Well, don't you want to watch it?

Yeah.

It's the same thing.

No, it isn't.

Fred?

What?

We have to call the police.

That's right. Yes.

Someone broke in and taped us while we slept. Isn't that enough?

7035 Hollis.

Near the observatory.

Yes.

We'll be here.

So?

They're sending 2 detectives out.

That's it.

What do you think.

I really don't know.

Let's check the hallway and the bedroom.

This is the bedroom?

You sleep here in this room. Both of yous.

This is our bedroom.

There's no other bedroom?

No.

I mean, I use it as a practice room.

It's soundproof.

You're a musician?

Yeah.

What's your axe?

Tenor. Tenor-Saxophone.

Do you... - No... Tone deaf.

Do you own a video camera?

No.

Fred hates them.

I like to remember things my own way.

What do you mean by that?

How I remembered them... Not necessarily the way they happened.

You have an alarm system?

Yes. Actually, we do.

But we haven't been using it lately.

Why not?

It kept going off...

For some reason. False alarms.

Might want to try and use it again.

Yeah.

OK?

We're going to check the windows and doors,

see if anybody tried to break in.

We'll keep watch over the house. - We'll do the best we can.

If anything else happens, you'll call us. - We will.

Thanks, guys. - It's what we do.

Hey, Andy. Welcome to my party.

You look ravishing. - Thank you.

Fred.

Please.

Please.

Hey.

2 double scotches, neat. - OK.

We've met before, haven't we?

I don't think so.

Where was it you think we met?

At your house. Don't you remember?

No. No, I don't.

Are you sure?

Of course.

As a matter of fact, I'm there right now.

What do you mean? You're where right now?

At your house.

That's fucking crazy, man.

Call me.

Dial your number.

Go ahead.

I told you I was here.

How'd you do that?

Ask me.

How'd you get inside my house?

You invited me. It is not my custom to go where I'm not wanted.

Who are you?

Hm.

Give me back my phone.

It's been a pleasure talking to you.

I thought you were getting me a drink. - Hang on just a minute.

Andy, who's the guy on the stairs? Guy in black?

I don't know his name. He's a friend of Dick Laurent, I think.

Dick Laurent?

Yeah. I believe so.

But Dick Laurent is dead, isn't he?

He is?

I didn't think you knew Dick. How do you know he's dead?

I don't.

I don't know him.

Dick can't be dead.

Who told you he was dead?

Who, honey? Who's dead?

Let's go home.

But... - Now. We're leaving now.

We never should have come here in the first place.

So, how'd you meet that asshole Andy anyway?

It was a long time ago.

We met at a place called Moke's.

We became friends.

He told me about a job.

What job?

I don't remember.

Anyway...Andy's OK.

Well, He's got some pretty fucked-up friends.

Hey... Hey...

Stay in the car.

I told you to stay in the car.

Why? What is it?

Why did you make me stay out here?

I'll tell you why, because I thought someone was inside the house.

Was there?

No, of course not.

Fred?

Fred, where are you?

Renee.

Renee.

Sit down, Killer.

I didn't kill her.

Tell me I didn't kill her.

We, the jury, find the defendant guilty of murder in the first degree.

Fred Madison, the jury having found you guilty of murder in the first degree,

it is my order that you be put to death in the electric chair.

Make yourself to home, fella.

Stick your hand out, chief.

Something wrong?

It's...my head.

You sleeping OK?

No.

I can't sleep.

You'll sleep now.

Take him back to his cell.

Let's go.

Guard.

Guard.

Guard.

Hey.

What do you want?

Aspirin. My head.

Hey. Hey.

Shit. That wife killer's looking pretty fucked up.

Which one?

Pete.

Please don't go.

No. Pete.

Pete...Pete...Pete. Wait a minute.

Fuck me.

All right. What's the situation?

I'm not entirely certain, captain. You'll have to see for yourself.

Right here.

That's not Fred Madison.

No, Sir. It's not.

Who is it? - I couldn't say, Sir.