Rest Stop

Perfection.

Hey, a**hole, this is the ladies' room.

What the f*** are you doing, d*ckhead?

Get the f*** out of here.

If you don't get your ass out of here,

I'm gonna start screaming.

Understand?

Oh, God, please!

What the f***?

What the hell? What the f***? Get off...

Grandpa used to say...

... everybody's got their own

private demon.

For him, it was the war he fought

in Vietnam.

For Grandma, I guess it was Grandpa...

... and all the sh*t he put her through.

For my mom and dad...

... what's their private demon?

I guess that'd be me.

You'll wake them. God.

- Get in.

- Jess.

- You're an a**hole.

- I love you too.

- Say goodbye to Texas.

- Goodbye, Texas.

What the hell is that?

I won it riding when I was 11.

It's good luck.

- I bet your mom gave it to you.

- So f***ing what?

Don't take it down.

- You're not calling your parents.

- But I wanna call them.

Jesus, you don't.

- They'll worry.

- That's the f***ing point.

I don't want them to worry.

That's exactly your f***ing problem.

You don't run away from home,

then tell your parents you're okay.

Why not?

They'll talk you out of it. That's why.

See, it's the manager who watches out

for your ass.

Because you take the wrong part,

you get typecast, you're dead.

F*** you.

You're getting typecast again.

Stop.

Yes!

Every actor has to do a nude scene

at least once.

- Yeah, right.

- Right.

Any nude scene you do...

...better be with me.

- Okay, then.

- Okay, then.

So you wanna do a nude scene?

Okay.

- Oh, is it ready?

- Yeah.

It's ready. Yeah, it's ready.

Oh, Nic.

No, don't take the blanket.

- It's f***ing cold out there.

- Well, tough sh*t.

You gotta be f***ing kidding me.

F***.

I understand, man.

It's cool.

Yeah. Okay.

See you.

What'd he say?

When we get to L.A.,

we're not gonna stay with my cousin.

- Why not?

- It's his wife.

She's sick or something.

- They don't really have the room.

- Well, where are we gonna live?

- I'll figure something out.

- Figure something out?

I'm not gonna be

a f***ing homeless person.

- Don't worry, okay?

- God.

Just don't worry.

- Great. Damn.

- What are you doing?

Nicole, what are you doing?

You wanna be a f***ing baby

your whole life?

- Son of a b*tch.

- Jess, come on. Please, don't.

Hey!

- A**hole!

- Jesse, let's just go.

- Let's go!

- F***!

You okay?

It's okay. Come here.

You okay, huh? Come here, it's over.

I don't even see this road.

It's not on the map.

We're still heading west. It'll be faster.

Not if we run out of gas.

- I'll take care of it.

- Right. We're lost.

- No, we're not.

- Yes, we are.

Who's being the f***ing baby now?

I gotta pee.

- Again?

- Yes, again.

- All right. I'll pull over.

- I'm not gonna pee in the dirt.

- Why the hell not?

- There's snakes out there.

And it doesn't make me a f***ing baby.

Just find a bathroom.

- This is nice.

- I told you to pee in the dirt.

Oh, my God.

Rats. That would be f***ing perfect.

Jess?

Jess? What the hell?

Damn it.

Jess?

Jess?

Jess?

Not funny. This is not funny.

You're not scaring me.

Sh*t. Jess, you're an a**hole.

Great.

You're perfectly normal.

Great. F***.

Yes. Okay.

F***!

You son of a b*tch, Jess.

Hello?

Excuse me. Hello? Is anybody in there?

Guess I'm not walking.

Hey. Hello?

Excuse me? Hello, I need help.

Please, I'm stuck here.

A**hole.

Jesse?

Jesse, I love you.

But maybe you should take me home.

Maybe this was a mistake.

"Don't be such a f***ing baby."

Jess.

Are you my private demon?

Where is he, huh?

What did you do to him?

"F***er cut me, killed my husband."

"There's no escape."

"KZL 303."

Oh, my God.

Son of a b*tch.

F***.

Come on, don't be a f***ing baby.

F***.

Okay. Okay.

Radio.

Okay.

Come on.

Turn on.

Mayday, mayday.

Is anybody out there? Hello?

Please. I need help.

I'm stranded in a rest stop.

There's this crazy guy in a truck.

I think he may be hurting my boyfriend.

And I think he's trying to hurt me.

Stop...

Okay, okay, okay.

Okay.

Calm down. Okay, okay, okay.

Why the f*** not?

Oh, my God.

Oh, Nic.

Call back, mayday. Call back, mayday.

Call back, mayday.

Got a copy? You hear me?

Hello, hello? Help me, please.

Hold on there, sweetheart.

Give me your 20... Your location, copy?

I'm at a rest stop in California.

Off something called

the Old Highway, I think. Copy?

You in some kind of trouble?

Yeah, some f***ing psycho

is f***ing with me.

Now, ma'am, try to avoid

foul language on the air.

Sorry, copy.

I'm riding an 18-wheeler

down the interstate, must be...

... oh, a couple hundred

miles from you...

... but I can radio state police,

I can tell them where you are.

Please, please do.

I'll be more than happy to, ma'am.

But one thing:
They get there

and this is some kind of prank...

No, no way. This is no prank.

Okay then. Now, you just sit tight.

Thank you so much.

What's your name?

Jesse.

That's my boyfriend's name.

Well, if you're as cute as you sound,

he's a lucky man.

Now, I better get the police on the horn.

You take care. Out.

Jess.

Okay.

Oh, thank God.

God.

Oh, Jess.

I'll get help.

F***.

Son of a b*tch, what did you do to the car?

You son of a b*tch!

F*** you, you f***er!

You just wait.

You got a big surprise coming,

you piece of sh*t.

I'm at a rest stop in California.

Off something

called the Old Highway, I think.

No.

- What's your name?

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