Freeway
- R
- Year:
- 1996
- 102 min
- 924 Views
Okay, we've got a four-word sentence
here for you.
What is it, Vanessa?
Vanessa, come on.
Here we go. "The".
"The"?
"Ca-caa..."
Caa...
"Cat."
Perfect. You've got it.
Now let's continue to the third word.
"Dr..."
"Dr-en..."
Think "k", "kuh", followed by "s".
Think "kuh-s". "kuh-s".
Think.
"Drenks"?
- "Drinks"?
- You got it. That's it.
- "Drinks".
- You did it. Perfect.
Um, "The cat drinks...
milk."
That's right. Very good.
Great, Vanessa.
Vanessa! Chopper!
Fully rewarded now?
Hey, mister!
I've got my own place.
It's right over there in the motel.
You can turn right here and get in.
It's cooler.
Then can I get in the car with you?
- I'll go wherever you wanna go.
- Move, b*tch!
- No, thank you!
- Sir! Sir!
Well, screw you too,
f***in' n*gger!
Mom? What are you doin'?
- What are you doin' home so early?
- It's not so early, Mom.
- How you doin', Ms. Lutz?
- Don't even talk to her, Chopper!
- Vanessa, I'm out of here.
- Okay.
- Will you give your mom my regards?
- Will do, Ms. Lutz.
You said you weren't gonna
do this no more.
I've had enough crap
from your father all day.
- I am real stressed out...
- Larry is not my dad.
If you're gonna smart-ass me,
you can just go on home right now.
Get out of my face right now!
- Go on, get out!
- Fine.
- Fine.
- You don't know nothing' about nothin'!
You don't know
a goddamn thing about nothin'!
Larry, just let me through.
- What's the magic word?
- F*** you, you piece of sh*t.
"F*** you"?
How was school?
Like you really
f***in' care, a**hole.
Me and your mama, we spent the whole day
in line securin' rent vouchers,
and we could both use
a little consideration!
Don't it bother you your own wife
bringin' off all them guys for money?
I make her use mouthwash after.
You like that minty-fresh taste,
huh, Larry?
Vanessa Lutz, I'm gettin' ready
to take a seriously big sh*t
right on top of that
pointy little head of yours!
Don't be a smart-ass.
Hey, motherf***er.
- You want some company?
- Yeah.
Oh, let me get in.
You get the luckiest breaks.
And I mean lucky.
What else could it be?
We interrupt this program to go live
to L.A. County Sheriff's headquarters,
where a press conference
is now in progress...
regarding the grisly find
yesterday morning
along San Diego Freeway
in Torrance.
The two females have been
identified as 19-year-old...
Tempest Mueller of Downey,
and 16-year-old...
Corky Poindexter of Bellflower.
Both females have extensive
arrest records for prostitution,
and we are now considering them
as victims of the individual
that we call the I-5 Killer.
I'll take a few questions.
- I happened to be watchin' that, Larry!
- Forget it.
You just don't want me
hearin' about that killer out there.
But what if he drove up right
this second and snatched up Mom, huh?
What would you have
to say then, smart guy?
First of all,
your mama would kick his ass.
And second of all, that killer
is all the way up in L.A., okay?
My dog's better than your dog
My dog's better than yours
My dog's better
'cause he gets Ken-L Ration
My dog's better than yours
Larry, get your goddamn hands
off of my anatomy!
- Or I swear to f***ing God...
- What?
- What are you gonna do?
- I'll tell Mom.
Oh, yeah, like she's
I'm really not up
to your sh*t today, Larry.
- Fact, I'm mad as hell at you now.
- Aw, come here.
Goddamn it, Larry!
Get your f***in' hands off me,
you shithead!
F***er!
You hit hard!
Now you just behave.
F***, you hit hard.
You know, I can't help you
if you don't tell me
what it is you want.
Well, maybe we'd better
No.
I bet you like havin'
your wiener sucked.
- Hmm? Don't you?
- Yeah, I guess so.
How come that doesn't
surprise me?
What would a thing
like that cost?
Thirty dollars.
Sheriff's Department.
You're under arrest.
Let go!
Come on, guys, I didn't do anything.
I did nothing wrong.
- Take it easy.
- Come on.
Where do you think you're going?
You're hurtin' me!
You're hurtin' my arm!
What's your name, Miss?
Ramona Lutz.
Bully!
- Stayin' at this motel?
- Yeah.
I never saw that before in my life,
and that's God's truth, sir.
You're telling me this
brown residue isn't narcotics?
It doesn't belong to me.
What is that? Speed?
You look like a speedy kind of gal.
Officer, please, listen to me.
My little girl...
she's home with me now, and she just
got out of Children's Services,
and I cannot afford to be busted again
because they'll take her away from me.
They'll just take my baby away.
You know this pipe
constitutes probable cause,
so we're gonna have to take
a look inside your motel room.
You can't do that.
My husband's asleep.
- Your husband know you're soliciting?
- Give us a f***in' break.
- Your husband own a firearm, Ramona?
- My Larry is on parole.
He hasn't had a firearm
for a long time.
We're gonna be real unhappy
if you're not tellin' us the truth.
I am tellin' you the truth, okay?
Come on. Let's go.
You guys are makin' me
wish I was dead.
Are you f***in' happy about that?
Cut that out right now
or you're gonna be hogtied!
- But if you just listen to me!
- Shut your mouth now!
Not another word!
Sheriff's Department, Larry.
- Oh, yes!
- We need to talk to you a minute.
Hey! What the f***!
- Oh, sh*t!
- Who's the girl, Larry?
- Tryin' to take my baby away.
- You're diddlin' the daughter, Larry?
What kind of question is that?
- You mean...
- Get her outta here!
Hey, come on now.
She ain't my real daughter.
And besides,
nothin's goin' on, right?
- Just who is this man to you?
- He's my stepfather.
Take him into the other room
and I'll talk to the juvenile.
I got a pit in my shoulder,
and if you don't cuff me in front,
I'm gonna sue the police department
until there's no f***in' tomorrow!
- You son of a b*tch!
- What's your name?
Vanessa Lutz.
Well, kid, I sure don't envy
your situation here.
My parents is just goin' through
a hard time is all
with the finances and everything.
Well, I see they still got
enough money left over to buy drugs.
I wouldn't be comfortable talkin'
about that sort of thing, ma'am.
I'm goin' to ask you a question, okay?
Don't get upset. It's important.
Is there some sort of sexual activity
between your stepfather and yourself?
- Elevator up.
- Come here, baby.
- We are so f***ed.
- What are you laughin' at?
We are so f***ed.
Oh, don't take my baby away!
Oh, please!
If you love her so much, how come
you don't clean up around here?
I do clean up, sir.
It just happens that
I'm under a great deal of stress.
three months ago in Washington,
- and I'm tryin' to get off methadone!
- You're on methadone?
Will you please
give me a cigarette?
- I told you to keep quiet.
- Please give her a cigarette.
- Please.
- Are you mad at me?
Honey?
I'm not mad, Mom.
Please don't be mad.
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