Excerpts from Highball:
by Jeff Koyen and no one else
a 25-year old unemployed cab driver, is looking for a change of
pace. With his meager savings, he buys a car at a government auction
in Maryland. For two grand, he scoops up a very large, mechanically-intact,
beat-up convertible. It's a 1961 Lincoln 4-door ragtop, to be exact--the
only model 4-door convertible offered to the postwar general public.
With his last 500 bills, he gets an Earle Shive paint job and decides
to hit the road.
Marlin and the auctioneers, his new Lincoln is the very car that
hosted the assassination of JFK. After Jack's death in Texas, the
car continued to see government use for a number of years. Sometime
in the 70's, however, it was warehoused and forgotten.
of their stagnant lives, Marlin's only two friends, Matt and Charlie,
quit their jobs, dump their girls, and climb in for a ride that
won't be over until someone's liver gives out.
the states in this country, and twice as many women, their trip
epitomizes the lifestyle that this country could be leading in 1995,
if only John F. Kennedy hadn't pussied-out and died from that bullet.
If only Jack had lived to see his Camelot come into being, things
would be a lot different today.
It used to be...
One for the Road...Just
Two Martinis at Lunch... Three's a Crowd (When One's the Wife)...and
Four Fingers with a Dash of Tonic.
Now, with all
the pressure to be a responsible, social human being, it's...
Don't Do This...Don't
Do That...Respect This...Respect That...Keep Your Opinions to Yourself...Be
a Good Boy and Eat Crow.
Matt and Charlie are sending a big Fuck You to everyone who has
forgotten how to have FUN. They're going to live the life everyone
wants to live. No worries. No problems. And NO REGRETS.
Can they manage
it without self-destructing? Will life On The Road prove to be too
rigorous? And can they REALLY make it across the United States in
the Car That Saw Jack Die without introducing Plastic FBI Secret
Agent Characters as a Cheap Plot Device??
Yes. No. And
big, fat, fucking YES.
Plots and No Cardboard Bad Guys. The only plotting will be done
on a map, and the only bad guys will Mr. Liquor and his Merry Band
In the name of indulgence. Hell, it's just plain, good entertainment,
like a cheap six-pack and a 10-dollar hand job.
Ext - Arizona
Highway - High Noon
A gecko crosses
the desolate roadway.
A distant drum
beat builds slowly; tension fights the empty expanse of Arizona
landscape. Mountains in the distance are distorted from the heat.
The gecko is
6 inches from the dashed yellow line.
The drum beat
Series of shots--Pounding
music alternates with silence
A '61 Lincoln
Convertible 4-door flies over a small hill. The music is louder
than god had ever intended music to be.
The gecko crawls
past the yellow line.
A '61 Lincoln
Convertible BLASTS across the screen. Four VERY NAMELESS GIRLIES
and 3 MEN (Marlin, Matt and Charlie) are piled in the car. Everyone's
hair flies in the wind; everyone's laughter is drowned out by the
music. Matt and Charlie share the 4 Girlies, one in each arm. Marlin,
driving, is dating a bottle of Johnny Walker Red.
The gecko pauses,
looks down the road before continuing its tedious journey.
The Lincoln flattens
the gecko in a blunt, gratuitous display of gore.
Series of Shots
A) A YOUNG,
DOE-EYED GIRLIE waves goodbye to Marlin from the back seat of
an old Nova. Marlin walks away, checking for his wallet.
B) A LOVE-STRUCK
GIRLIE waves goodbye from the doorway of a cheap hotel. Matt walks
away, combing his hair with his fingers.
C) A SATISFIED
GIRLIE waves goodbye from an apartment balcony. Charlie walks
away, jotting down a name and number in his phone book.
Int. Any Local
Bar - Afternoon
#1 sits on a stool next to Marlin. She hands him a bottle of beer.
He takes it with barely a glance her way.
No, Marlin with
an 'i.' Like the fucking fish, My parents were goddamn idiots.
Hotel - Morning
#2 sits up in bed. Matt puts on his pants, paying little attention
to the woman he just fucked.
So where you
baby. Nowhere fast.
Cool. Can I come
speeds down a large highway.
a pint bottle of cheap beer in his left hand.
around with a GIRLIE, facing him on his lap in the passenger seat.
In the back,
Charlie sorts through assorted maps and guidebooks; the wind makes
his job very difficult.
heads their way in the opposite lane.
on the last of the beer. With no change of expression, he throws
the empty bottle into the path of the truck, timed perfectly to
hit the windshield.
travels a small-town highway. Marlin drives; Matt naps in the
passenger seat; Charlie casually watches the surroundings from
the back bench.
They pass a
trailer park. In front of one trailer, in the light of a cheap
hurricane lamp, a big, fat white trash bastard smacks around his
bitch. She's bleeding on her forehead from the impact of a beer
Holy shit! Shouldn't
we help that woman? Marlin, turn around!
Shut the FUCK
Yeh, shut the
fuck up. The bars in Tempe close at 1, and we're 200 miles away.
She'll be fine.
Highway - Day
DOG gnaws on a dead bird at the top of a hill in the middle of
the road. The Lincoln screams over the hill. Charlie is behind
the wheel; Marlin sits in the passenger seat with a bottle of
beer; Matt naps in back with an empty bottle of gin between his
legs. The MUTT looks up, too late. The Lincoln clips it in the
head--a fatal injury. A barely audible 'YIP' is the dog's last
skids to a halt.
Holy shit! I
just killed someone's dog!
The dog lies
in the gutter. Sure enough, it's twitching to a painful death.
appalled at what he's just done.
someone's dog. It's got a collar on.
A small collar
and name tag jingle in time with the dog's convulsions.
The name on
the tag is 'Lucky.'
over and guns the Lincoln's V-8, throwing Charlie back in his
seat; Matt mumbles obscenities at being awakened.