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EXT.	THE DIXIE-BOY TRUCK STOP DAY

This truck stop, set in wide turn-out at one side of a rather
elderly divided highway, about a mile from the turnpike, will be
one of our major settings. The left-hand section of the long low
building is a restaurant. One of the signs in the window says GOOD
EATS. BEST HUSH PUPPIES IN THE SOUTH, says another; TRY' EM AND
JUST TELL US WE'RE WRONG!

The fuel stations are in front, the garage behind. There is parking on
either side of the back lot. Several are parked in either location.
STEVE GAYTON is fueling two trucks in front of the Dixie Boy.
The signs by the road say DIXIE-BOY TRUCK STOP and VIDEO GAMES and
SHOWER FACILITIES.

SOUND:	Clattering plates, frying eggs, and the electronic poosh-
poosh-poosh of the Spice Invaders game.

EXT.	THE FUEL OFFICE, WITH DUNCAN AND JOE

DUNCAN is the fuel-station manager. Both men are wearing coveralls
with their names on them in gold thread. 

                                  JOE
                         You get Mickey Mantle to his Little
	                 League game?

                                   DUNCAN
                         Yeah. You can joke all you want. He
			 put three shots over the fence. One
			 of 'em must have gone 250 feet.

EXT.	THE FUEL ISLANOS	

A new truck pulls in. HAPPYTOYZ. The cheerful trailer says; Here 
Comes Another Load Of Joy! This is our lead villain truck, a black
Freightliner long-nose conventional with a nasty vapid face. The driver, 
HANDY MCKAY, turns off the engine when he gets to the pumps 
and opens the door.

EXT.	THE FUEL OFFICE, WITH DUNCAN AND JOE

JOE starts for the pumps

                                    DUNCAN
                          No, I'll get him--if I look at those
                          numbers in there any-longer I'll go nuts.

EXT.	BY THE FUEL OFFICE	

                                    DUNCAN
                          Handy, you son of a bitch! Thought
                          you was down in Texas!

                                    HANDY
                          That was last week. You like that huh?

                                   DUNCAN
                          Yeah, that's some rig all right.

                                    HANDY
                           Give her a big drink, will you? 
                           I gotta have some coffee.
                                    
                                    DUNCAN
                          Right.

HANDY heads for the Dixie-Boy Restaurant.

INT.	THE DIXIE-BOY RESTAURANT

It's not very crowded right now--the clock on the wall says 9:50.
It's too late for breakfast and a little too early for a coffee break.
A big plate-glass window runs the length of the restaurant, giving
a view on the parking lot, some of tne pumps, and the highway.
Booths run along this wall of windows, so presumably tne truckers consider
all this a more or less scenic view.

There are a couple of guys in the booths. A couple more are at
the counter. To the left is an alcove with a sign above which
reads THE VIDEO STOP NO PROFANITY OR LOITERING! There are maybe
7 customers behind the counter. WANDA JUNE, a waitress, is futileely
trying to tune the radlo. Chalked on the SPECIALS blackboard: TRY
OUR COMET-BURGER! IT IS OUT OF THIS WORLD!!

Behind the partition dividing the service area from the kitchen, we
can see BILL ROBERTSON, the fry-cook, moving about

                          WANDA JUNE
                 Well this damn thang!

                          HANDY
                 What'ss the matter, hon?

INT.	WANDA JUNE, CLOSER	

                          WANDA JUNE
                 This thang was workin' just fine
                 a few minutes ago and now I cain't
                 get pea-turkey on it

She goes on trying to tune the radio.

                         HANDY
                 You want to bring me a white coffee
                 when you get done jerkin' on that
                 thing, darlin?

INT.	THE SHORT ORDER AREA, WITH BILL ROBERTSON

Hes a good-looking young guy of maybe twenty-two. Hes normally
got a cheerful sort of "I'll bullshitya if I can" face, but now he
looks thoughtful and a little sullen. Hes got four eggs in his 
hands. He cracks them and there they are, frying on  the grill,
quick as a wink.

                         HENDERSHOT (voice) 
                 Robertson!

BLLY looks up, then looks down at his cooking again.
	
INT.	THE HALLWAY TO THE OFFICE, WITH HENDERSHOT	

The owner of the Dixie-Boy is a stocky cigar-smoker with a face
simultaneously hard and sneaky-smooth. He looks like the kind of guy
who could simultaneously pick your pocket, feel up your wife, and
steal your silverware. Hes holding a strip of buff-colored paper.

                            HENDERSHOT
                  Robertson! Git in here, boy!
		
INT.	BILL	

                            BILL
                  I got eggs on.

INT.	HENDERSHOT	

                            HENDERSHOT
                  I dont give a ladybug! Git in
                  here, boy! (Yells) Wanda June,
                  shut off that radio and mind them
                  aigs for Billy:
		
INT.	WANDA JUNE	

She shuts off the buzzing radio, walks down the counter, flips up
the partition, walks through.
           
                            WANDA JUNE
                  It was workin' fine  before!

 

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