"Good." "I'm looking for James." "Has anybody seen James Ballard?" "Do you know who I mean?" "The producer of this epic?" "I think I saw him in the camera room." "James, are you in there?" "Can we get your stamp of approval on our steadicam shot?" "Of course." "Be there in a minute." "Where were you?" "In a private aircraft hangar." "Anyone could've walked in." "Did you come?" "No." "What about your camera girl?" "Did she come?" "We were interrupted." "I had to go back to the set." "Poor darling." "Maybe the next one." "Maybe the next one." "Shit." "Not a lot of action here." "Have you considered this would be the airport hospital?" "This ward is reserved for air crash victims." "The beds are kept waiting." "Well, if I ground it during my flying lesson Saturday... you might wake up and find me next to you." "You're getting out of bed soon." "They want you to walk." "The other man, the dead man?" "His wife's a doctor." "Dr. Helen Remington." "She's here somewhere..." "as a patient, of course." "Maybe you'll find her in the hallways... during one of your walks." "And her husband, what was he?" "A chemical engineer for a food company." "Where's...where's the car?" "Outside, in the visitors car park." "What?" "They brought the car here?" "My car." "Not yours." "Yours is a complete wreck." "Police had to drag it to the pound." "It's behind the station." "After being bombarded endlessly... by road safety propaganda, it's... almost a relief to have... found myself in an actual accident." "Dr. Remington?" "James Ballard?" "Yes." "Crash victim?" "Yes." "I'd..." "We'll deal with these later." "Both of the front wheels of their car and the engine... were driven back into the driver's section, pulling the floor." "Blood still marked the hood.... like little streamers of black lace... running towards the windshield wiper gutters." "Bloody flecks were spattered... across the seat and steering wheel." "And the instrument panel was buckled inwards... cracking the clock and speedometer dials." "The cabin was deformed." "And there was dust and glass... and plastic flakes everywhere inside." "The carpeting was damp." "It stank of blood and other body and machine fluids." "You should've gone to the funeral." "I wish I had." "They bury the dead so quickly." "They should leave them lying around for months." "What about his wife?" "The woman doctor?" "Have you been to visit her yet?" "No." "I couldn't." "I feel too close to her." "I don't like the idea of your getting into a car so soon." "I can't sit on this balcony forever." "I feel Like a potted plant." "How can you drive, James?" "You can barely walk." "Is traffic heavier now?" "There seem to be three times as many cars... as there were before the accident." "I have to Leave for work." "After this sort of thing... how do people manage to look at a car... let alone drive one?" "I'm trying to find Charles' car." "It's not here." "Maybe the police are still holding it." "They said it was here." "They told me this morning." "This is your car?" "You might tear your glove." "I never should've come here." "I'm surprised the police don't make it more difficult." "Were you badly hurt?" "I think we saw each other at the hospital." "I don't want the car." "In fact, I was appalled to find... that I have to pay to have it scrapped." "Can I give you a lift?" "I somehow find myself driving again." "You haven't told me where we're going." "I haven't?" "To the airport, if you don't mind." "The airport?" "Why?" "Are you leaving?" "Not yet." "Though not soon enough for some people." "A death in the doctor's family makes the patients uneasy." "I take it you're not wearing white to reassure them." "I'll wear a fucking kimono if I want to." "So why the airport?" "I work in the Immigration Department." "Do you want a cigarette?" "No." "I started to smoke at the hospital." "It's kind of stupid." "Look at all this traffic." "I'm not sure I can deal with it." "It's much worse now." "Have you noticed that?" "Yes." "The day I left the hospital..." "I had the extraordinary feeling that all these cars... were gathering for some special reason..." "I didn't understand." "There seemed to be ten times as much traffic." "Are we imagining it?" "You've bought yourself exactly the same car again." "It's the same shape and color." "We're close to the airport garage." "It won't be busy this time of day." ""Don't worry." "That guy's gotta see us."" ""Don't worry." "That guy's gotta see us."" "These were the confident last words... of the brilliant, young Hollywood star James Dean... as he piloted his Porsche 550 Spyder race car... toward a date with death... along a lonely stretch... of California two-lane blacktop..." "Route 466." ""Don't worry." "That guy's gotta see us."" "The year...1955." "The day..." "September 30." "The time..." "Now." "The first star of our show is "Little Bastard."" "James Dean's racing Porsche." "He named it after himself... and had his racing number..." "130...painted on it." "Who is that, the announcer?" "Do I know him?" "Here behind the seats was... a very sophisticated air-cooled four-cylinder racing engine." "That's Vaughan." "He spoke to you at the hospital." "I thought he was a medical photographer... doing some sort of accident research." "He wanted every conceivable detail about our crash." "Body..." "light, no more than 1,350 pounds." "It was nimble." "It was responsive." "When I first met Vaughan, he was a specialist... in international computerized traffic systems." "The racers of the day... said that it was not an easy car to drive fast." "I don't know what he is now." "Which brings us to the second star... a stunt man, former race driver Colin Seagrave." "Colin Seagrave." "He will drive our replica of James Dean's car." "How you doing?" "Sure you're up for this?" "You bet." "I myself shall play the role of Dean's racing mechanic..." "Rolf Voudrich, sent over from the Porsche factory... in Zuffenhausen, Germany." "Now, this mechanic was himself fated to die... in a car crash in Germany 26 years Later." "The third, and in some ways... most important player... the college student, Donald Turnipseed... played by movie stunt man Brett Trask." "Brett Trask." "Turnipseed was on his way home to Fresno for the weekend." "James Dean was on his way to an automobile race in Salinas." "Salinas was just a dusty town in Northern California." "The two would meet for one moment." "But it was a moment that... that would create a Hollywood legend." "You'll notice that we're not wearing helmets... or safety padding of any kind." "Our cars are not equipped with roll cages or seat belts." "We rely solely on the skill of our drivers for our safety... so that we can bring you the ultimate in authenticity." "All right." "Here we go..." "the fatal crash of James Dean." "OK, let's wind her up." "Go." "Is this part of the act, or are they really hurt?" "I don't know." "You can never be sure with Vaughan." "This is his show." "Rolf Voudrich... was thrown from the Porsche... and spent a year... in the hospital... recovering from his injuries." "Donald Turnipseed was found wandering around... in a daze but basically unhurt." "James Dean died of a broken neck... and became immortal." "What's the matter?" "Hold me up." "I'm dizzy." "I can't stand." "I know that man..." "Seagrave." "I think he's genuinely hurt." "Disperse at once." "You're all liable for fines or arrest." "Disperse at once." " How you doin'?" " I'm all right." "What's the matter with Seagrave?" "He hit his head, I think." "His balance is off." "Why are the police taking this so seriously?" "No, it's not the police." "It's the Department of Transport." "It's a big joke." "They have no idea who we really are." "Was I glib?" "'James Dean died of a broken neck and became immortal."" "I couldn't resist." "Oh, God." "What happened?" "Come here." "Lie down." "They did the James Dean crash." "It seemed to go perfectly, but then... he started to feel nauseous on the way back." "I'm sure it's a concussion." "Well, we're familiar enough with that then, aren't we?" "Seagrave." "Seagrave, I really would Like to... work out the details... of the Jayne Mansfield crash with you." "We could..." "We could do the..." "the decapitation." "The head embedded in the windshield." "The world record is a whopping forty-two pounds." "And the dead dog thing, you know?" "You know, the Chihuahua in the back seat?" "I got it all worked out." "I'll be ready, Vaughan." "I want really big tits." "Out to here." "So the audience can see 'em get all cut up... and crushed on the dashboard." "Yeah, we'll do that." "Ballard..." "I need your help." "Do you live here with Seagrave?" "No." "I Live in my car." "This is my workshop." "This is my new project." "You recognize her?" "That's Gabrielle." "That's her right outside the door there." "I thought you might be missing these." "Right." "So here you are at the nerve center." "Vaughan makes everything look Like a crime, doesn't he?" "What exactly is your project, Vaughan?" "Book of car crashes?" "Medical study?" "Sensational documentary?" "Global traffic?" "It's something... we are all intimately involved in." "The reshaping of the human body by modern technology." "Nothing." "It's a Sunday, man." "She's desperate." "No, I'm not." "The length?" "'Cause I'm not gonna hold the sets that long." "He must have fucked a Lot of women in that huge car of his." "It's Like a bed on wheels." "It must smell of semen." "It does." "Do you find him attractive?" "He's very pale." "Covered with scars." "Would you Like to fuck him, though... in that car?" "No." "But..." "But when he's in that car..." "Have you seen his penis?" "I think it's badly scarred... from a motorcycle accident." "Is he circumcised?" "Can you imagine what his anus looks Like?" "Describe it to me." "Would you Like to sodomize him?" "Would you Like to put your penis right into his anus?" "Just thrust it up his anus?" "Tell me." "Describe it to me." "Tell me what you would do." "Could you just kiss him in that car?" "Describe how you reach over." "Unzip his greasy jeans." "Take out his penis." "Would you kiss it or suck it right away?" "Which hand would you..." "Which hand would you hold it in?" "Have you ever sucked a penis?" "Do you know what semen tastes Like?" "Have you ever tasted semen?" "Some semen is saltier than others." "Vaughan's semen must be very salty." "Have you come?" "I'm all right." "Finish your story." "The junior pathologist at Ashford Hospital... then the husband of a colleague of mine." "A trainee radiologist... then the service manager at my garage." "You had sex with all those men in cars?" "Only in cars?" "Yes." "I didn't plan it that way." "Did you fantasize that Vaughan was photographing... all these sex acts as though they were traffic accidents?" "Yes." "They felt like traffic accidents." "Now..." "We must accumulate all the paper we can about her." "Some of the stuff that Helen brought back is terrific... tolerances of the human face in crash impacts... mechanisms of..." "Now, where is the..." "I'm sure we see this again in slow motion." "Closer, I mean... in detail." "We can watch another tape." "We brought lots of tapes." "No." "I..." "I know this tape." "I know this tape." "That tape player's fucked." "That's what it is." "It always does that." "It always does that." "You're upset." "No." "I'm all right." "I'm all right now." "I've always wanted to drive a crash car." "You could get your wish at any moment." "No." "I mean a crash car with a history." "Camus' Fassellvega..." "Nathaniel West's station wagon..." "Grace Kelly's Rover 3500." "Just fix it enough to get it rolling." "Don't clean it." "Don't touch anything else." "Is that why you drive this car?" "Do you see Kennedy's assassination... as a special kind of car crash?" "A case could be made." "Whoa!" "Watch this!" "You're gonna hit him." "Oh, God." "Here." "Take a Look at this." "Tell me what you think of these." "You recognize this one." "This is James Dean." "This is the next one Seagrave and I are gonna do..." "Jayne Mansfield." "It's all very satisfying." "I'm not sure I understand why." "That's the future, Ballard... and you're already a part of it." "You're beginning to see that for the first time... there's a benevolent psychopathology... that beckons towards us." "For example, the car crash is a fertilizing... rather than a destructive event." "A liberation of sexual energy... mediating the sexuality of those who have died... with an intensity that's impossible in any other form." "Now, to experience that... to Live that, that is..." "That's my project." "What about reshaping the human body by modern technology?" "I thought that was your project." "That's just a crude sci-fi concept." "It just kind of floats on the surface... and doesn't threaten anybody." "I use it to test the resilience... of my potential partners in psychopathology." " What's going on, baby?" " What's going on with you?" " Want to go for a ride?" " You and your friend?" " Just me and my friend here." " That's cool." " Don't go away." " What you got under there?" " I'm clean." " You got a place?" " The back seat of my car." " In your car?" " He'll drive." " We'll go driving around?" " Absolutely. $60." "$60?" "You'll get a nice scenic ride." "One fifty for the two." " No." "It's just me." " Just you?" "If he does get involved, I'll give you 150." " Maybe." " What do you mean?" "I'm saying, is he all right?" "Come here, sweetie." "You open your mouth." " Yes, Daddy." " There you go." "I don't want you blowing it up my urethra." "James, you drive." "James, we're Leaving now." "Do you want a Lift?" "No, thank you." "Catherine's coming to pick me up." "What's going on?" "They're questioning him about an accident at the airport." "A pedestrian was killed." "They think he was run over intentionally." "Vaughan isn't interested in pedestrians." "Don't you think he Looks a bit shaky?" " Maybe I should drive him." " Where's your car?" "At home." "Couldn't face the traffic." "Why don't I drive?" "You coming?" " Third westbound at Jameson." " 793, Control." "I'm 10-17." "Please advise the ambulance that three lanes are..." "Let's record this." "This is a work of art." "Absolutely a work of art." "Slow down." "Slow down." "Not so fast." "Slow down." "Stop." "You couldn't wait for me?" "You did the Jayne Mansfield crash without me?" "Oh, the dog." "The dog is brilliant." "I must have driven through something." "There's some blood on the car here on the handle... and on the wheel, and also the wheel well." "See?" "If the police stop you again, they may impound the car." "You're right, Ballard." "There's an all-night car wash by the airport service area." "Watch yourself." "Is there something here that interests you?" "This interests me." "I'd Like to see if I can fit into a car... designed for a normal body." "Could you help me into it, please?" "Yeah, sure." "Are these safe cars?" "Yes, of course." "They're very safe." "I'm caught." "Oh, shit." "Fuck." "This is bad." "This is really bad." "James, somebody named Vaughan." "You want it?" "Hello." "Ballard." "I need to see you, Ballard." "I need to talk to you about the project." "Where are you?" "I think you're making it too clean." "Medical tattoos are supposed to be clean." "But this is not a medical tattoo." "This is a prophetic tattoo." "And prophecy's ragged and dirty... so make it ragged and dirty." "Prophetic?" "Is this personal prophecy or global prophecy?" "There's no difference." "Let me see here." "Where is it?" "James, I want you to Let's her give you this one." "Where do you think that one should go?" "I thought that was you up there." "My Last Lesson's next week." "James, my car is..." "What?" "Could it have been deliberate?" "One of your suitors?" "It was Vaughan." "The traffic." "Where is everyone?" "They've all gone away." "I'd Like to go back, James." "He came from up there, overhead!" "I'd Like to register a claim for the 1963 black Lincoln." "Is there a form I should fill out?" "I can give you the forms now... but you'll have to come back between 7:30 and 4:30... to register a claim." "What's your attachment to that thing?" "A close friend owned it." "It's a total write-off." "I don't see what you can possibly do with it." "Are you all right?" "I don't know." "Are you hurt?" "I think I'm all right." "I think I'm all right." "Maybe the next one, darling." "Maybe the next one."