Lost Highway

FADE IN:

INT. THE MADISON HOUSE - BEDROOM - DAY

In the blackness, a man, FRED, is sitting on a bed smoking a

cigarette. We see his back, but with each glow of the

cigarette ash, we see his face reflected in a mirror on the

wall across from him. In the darkness, there starts the sound

of a motor which draws curtains back across a large picture

window just off screen. As the curtain moves, hard-edged

light begins crawling across the room, and we see everything

clearly. Fred is wearing a robe and pajamas, it's early

morning.

CLOSE UP ON FRED'S FACE IN THE MIRROR - Blank expression -

face somewhat obscured or distorted by smoke from the

cigarette.

CLOSE UP ON FRED'S ACTUAL FACE - Unshaven, haggard look,

eyes seem empty, glazed over. Fred is 32 years old, with

dark hair.

THE DOORBELL RINGS. Fred looks up, startled by the noise.

He looks at the digital clock: 5:30 a.m.

FRED STANDS, goes to an INTERCOM on the wall next to the

mirror. He pushes a button.

A VOICE comes over the intercom.

VOICE OVER INTERCOM

Dick Laurent is dead.

Fred leaves the bedroom and goes through the house. He is on

the upstairs level. He looks through a narrow slot window,

but can't see the front door below. He goes further in the

house to a picture window that overlooks the street below.

There is NOBODY there.

CUT TO:

EXT. THE MADISON HOUSE - DAY

We can see Fred standing at the picture window, looking out.

FADE OUT:

FADE IN:

INT. THE MADISON HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Fred is dressed to go out: Black sport coat and slacks,

buttoned up white shirt. He picks up a music case. A woman

comes into the room. This is Fred's wife, RENEE, 30 years

old, dark hair, dressed smartly, a drink in her hand.

RENEE:

You don't mind that I'm not coming

tonight?

FRED:

What are you going to do?

RENEE:

I thought I'd stay home and read.

Fred looks her over, she's sexy without trying.

FRED:

Read?... Read what, Renee?

Renee sits down on a couch and sips her drink. Fred comes

over to her, kisses her on the neck, which makes her laugh.

FRED:

It's nice to know I can still make

you laugh.

RENEE:

I like to laugh, Fred.

FRED:

That's why I married you.

RENEE:

Wake me up when you get home.

Fred brushes her cheek with his fingers, allowing them to

linger for a moment on her face.

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