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EXT.	A STRETCH OF TWO-LANE HIGHWAY	

This is the road which eventually goes past the Dixie-Boy Truck
Stop. Here comes a red Cadillac. It rolls past THE CAMERA.

INT. THE CADDY	

The driver is CAMP LOMAN, a traveling salesman. He’s fat, wears
an old-fashioned fedora, and looks like Lee J. Cobb. The back of
the car is piled high with boxes of stuff. His sample case, which
looks like a briefcase, is on the floor.

The passenger is BRETT BROOKS, a pretty young hitchhiker. BRETT looks
tough but it's at least in part a pose; she's much sweeter than she
would like us to believe at first. She’s wearing scuffed boots
and jeans faded almost white. There’s a backpack sitting on her right
knee. She’s trying to tune the radio and getting nothing but static.

                           CAMP
                 Might as well give up on that, sugar-pie.
                 I guess I got a bust antenna, or somethin'
                 Ain’t been able to get squat for the last
                 half hour or so.

He puts a friendly hand on her left thigh. BRETT breaks off trying
to tune the radio and looks first at his hand, then at CAMP.
He smiles but doesn't take his hand away. So she does, picking
it up and putting it back on his own leg.
      
                            CAMP
                  How far you going up the road sugar-pie?

INT.	BRETT, CU	

As she bends toward the radio and starts tuning it again:

	                    BRETT (low)
                  That depends on how long you can
                  keep your hands to yourself.

INT.    THE CADILLAC, WITH CAMP AND BRETT	

                            CAMP
                  I didn't quite catch that.

                            BRETT
                  I said I don't really know.

But what CAMP really wants to do is resume the story of his Iife,
which he is always eager to tell. Since it's the best one he knows.

                            CAMP
	          Kinda driftin', huh? I know how
                  it is. Been driftin’ all my life.
                  I swanny! So when I come up here--

BRETT has found a voice on the radio.
	
                           BRETT
                  Shhh! I got something!

INT.	RADIO	
                
	                   RADIO NEWSCASTER (voice)
	          "...all over the country and, as
                  far as we can tell right now, all
                  over the world. We will have further
                  bulletins as they came in, but for
                  the moment, let me repeat this urgent
                  message: If you are on or near a major
                  highway, get away at once.
		
INT.	THE CADDY, WITH CAMP AND BRETT

BRETT reacts to this, but CAMP is far away, thinking about at
the wonders of his life.

	                   RADIO ANNOUNCER voice Continues)
                  "If you are in a motor vehicle, stop and
                  get out, It appears that the comet, Rhea-M.
                  has caused..."

Static overcomes the voice.

                           BRETT
                  Shit!

She begins to tune the radio again but there is nothing.

                            CAMP
                  What’s wrong, sweet thing?

He puts his hand on her thigh again, higher this time. They are coming
up on the Dixie-Boy Truck Stop


                            BRETT
                  Pull in there. And if you don’t get
                  your hand off my leg, you’re going to
                  be wiping your ass with a hook the
                  next time you have to take a dump.

Good ol' CAMP pulls his hand back as if it were hot--the girls you
picked up hitching never used to talk that way in his day. It looks
for a moment or two as if he’s going to drive right on by the Dixie-
Boy. BRETT grabs the wheel and yanks it.

                             CAMP
                   Hey! What are you doing?

EXT.	THE PARKING AREA OF THE DIXIE-BOY

This whole area is crushed gravel. The Cadillac swerves in and stops
on a slant about halfway between the lot where the semis are parked
and the fueling area.

INT.	THE CADILLAC, WITH CAMP AND BRETT	

                            CAMP
                  You gone crazy, girl?

                            BRETT
                  Did you hear what that man said?

                            CAMP
                  Are you on something?

                            BRETT
                  Oh Jesus.

She gets out and strides toward the restaurant.

                            CAMP
                  Hey! Hey, don’t you just walk away
                  from me like that!

He's good and mad. He grabs his sample case, gets out of the car, and
goes after her.
		
EXT.	THE DIXIE-BOY FUELING AREA	

JOE, the fuel-jockey we last saw taking care of DUNCAN KELLER, is
fueling HANDY’S HAPPYTOYZ truck.

INT./EXT.	CAMP AND BRETT, TRUCK’S POV	

We are looking through a GREEN FILTER--perhaps the truck’s awakening
mind, perhaps only the windshield’s polarized glass. Either way, we 
see BRETT headed for the restaurant taking no-nonsense strides.


INT. TRUCK DASHBOARD	

There is no key in the ignition, but the ignition turns.

	    SOUND: MOTOR RUMBLES TO LIFE.

EXT. FUELING AREA, WITH JOE	

                            JOE (reacts)
	          Hey!

The truck begins to roll.

                            JOE
	          Hey, you ain't full yet! You--

The hose snaps and diesel fuel sprays as the truck keeps on going,
gathering speed.

EXT.	BRETT AND CAMP	

They've almost reached the restaurant.

                            CAMP
                   Sometimes I think everyone in the
                   whole damn world has forgot what
                   good manners is! I give you a gol-
                   dang ride and lookit all the
                   garbage comin' out of your mouth!
                   I swanny I dont know what the w--

SOUND:	The oncoming truck.

BRETT hears it just as she reaches the restaurant door. She turns
left. Her eyes widen in shock and fear as she sees:

EXT.	THE ONCOMING TRUCK. BRETT'S POV	

It's roaring straight into THE CAMERA’S startled eye--to the people
in the first three rows of the theater, it's going to look like that
truck is coming right down their throats.

EXT.	BRETT AND CAMP	

The girl is fast--very fast. Before CAMP has the slightest idea
what’s going on, she yanks him out of the way. CAMP stumbles; he	
may actually fall down.

                            CAMP
                  What-the-hell--

The truck suddenly fills the place where they were standing less than
two seconds ago.


EXT. THE TRUCK, A NEW ANGLE
		
It roars across the yard and stops by the little picnic area.

EXT. THE PUMP ISLANDS, WITH JOE		

He's holding the shredded remains of the hose. It's still dribbling
diesel fuel.

                             JOE
                   Shit! What a morning this turned
	           out to be!
	
EXT.	THE TRUCK PARKING LOT		

Once more THE CAMERA PANS the trucks. They stand shoulder to shoul-
der, seeming to frown down at us. They are silent...for now.
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