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EXT.	A STRETCH OF DESERTED ROAD WITH AN OLD PLYMOUTH FURY

The remains of crepe streamers flutter from the car. Someone has
soaped JUST MARRIED on the rear window. THE CAMERA TRACKS THE CAR as
it passes, and up ahead we see a rural station.
	
INT.	THE PLYMOUTH FURY, WITH CURT AND CONNIE SPAULDING
	
They're both cute as kittens and look all of seventeen. She's cuddled
up to her brand-new hubby so close that you couldnít even get a shoe-
horn between them.

                            CURT
                  We got to get some gas.

                            CONNIE
	          Thatís good, Ďcause I got to
                  go to the ladiesí.

                            CURT
                  Can I come in and watch?

                            CONNIE (slaps at him)
                  No you cannot come in aní watch!
	 
EXT.	THE FURY	

It passes an old junkyard, and in it the headlights of several junked
cars wink and flash...as if to signal their arrival.

THE FURY A NEW ANGLE	

It crosses a railroad track and approaches a gas station. As it does,
the signal-lights by the crossbars wink a baleful red.

	
INT.	THE FURY, WITH CURT AND CONNIE

CURT is looking up into the rear-view mirror thoughtfully. He knows
damn well heís seen something, but what?

	                    CURT	
                  Did you see--

                            CONNIE
	          What, honey?

                            CURT
                  Nev' mind.

EXT. THE FURY	

It turns into the gas station. On the corner is a plant in a pot.
Sticking out front behind is a bloody hand and arm...maybe part of a
head.

INT. THE FURY, WITH CURT AND CONNIE
	
They both see him at the same time.

	CONNIE	                           CURT
   Is that--?	                       Oh Jesus!

CONNIE screams and turns away, burying her face in her hands. CURT
stops the car and springs out.

EXT.	CURT	

He runs to the body of the ATTENDENT and looks. Urk. The ATTENDENT
looks like Dinty Moore Beef Stew with a lot of ketchup mixed into it.
One look and CURT looks ready to blow some chunks.

                            CONNIE
                  Curt? Curtis? Is he daid?

He looks around at:

EXT. CONNIE, CURTíS POV	
	
Sheís walking hesitantly towaro him.

EXT. CURT		

                            CURT
	          No, honey. Get back in the car.	
                  You donít want to see this, and
                  the whole thing smells funny.

He walks slowly toward the office, not liking the creepy silence.


SOUND: Motor. Loud. And CURT turns toward:

EXT. THE GAS STATION	

From around the corner, where it was hiding, comes a killer tow
truck.

EXT.	CONNIE	

                             CONNIE (screams)
                   LOOK OUT!

EXT.	THE GAS STATION TARMAC, WIDE

CURT manages to jump aside, more by good luck than by skill. The
tow-truck bits the pump islands and jounces over them, knocking two
of the pumps down. It squeals around in a power turn and stands
still for a monent, its engine revving and idling down, revving and 
idling down.

                            CONNIE (shrieks)
                  THEREíS NOBODY IN IT!

CURT glances briefly at her, then back at the tow-truck. His whole
attention is focused on it. This is a good ole boy, and maybe he
didnít do all that well in school, but he recognizes that he's
in a life-or-death situation and is prepared to cope with that as
it comes. Heís like a toreador awaiting the charge of a bull.

The truck comes at him. CURT dives to the left and the truck heads
that way. He leaps to the right instead, hitting the tarmac, rolling,
and getting up at once.

The truck slues around in another power turn and faces him. The engine
revs and idles down. It's the bull again, pawing the ground.

CURT speaks without taking his eyes off the grill of the truck.

                            CURT
                  Get behind the wheel.

                            CONNIE
                  Curt, what--

                            CURT
                  Get behind the wheel!

She does.

The truck charges again. CURT leaps aside again, and this time it
almost gets him.


EXT.	THE KILLER TOW-TRUCK	

Racing across the tarmac. It brakes, but too late, It crashes into a
litter of boards, discarded car doors and snarls of wire.

EXT. CURT AND CONNIEíS FURY
	
He throws himself into the passenger seat.

	                  CURT
                Go! Go! Go!

She pulls out onto the highway, fast.

EXT.	THE FURY, A NEW ANGLE	

It shoots back the way it came, toward the railroad tracks. The
signal lights come on; tne guard-posts come down all by themselves.
The Fury comes to a screeching halt.

INT. THE FURY	

CONNIE screams.

	                  CURT
                The other way! Move it! Move it!

EXT.	THE FURY	

It skids around in a fast turn and starts off down the road toward
the Dixie-Boy.

EXT. CLOSE ON THE DEAD GAS STATION ATTENDANT	

SOUND:	The tow-truck howling and roaring.

CAMERA PANS UP TO THE TRUCK as it finally pulls free, pulling wire
and boards after it. It turns after the Fury, with wire and splintered
boards sticking out of it's grille.

INT.	THE FURY, WITH CURT AND CONNIE	

	                 CONNIE (freaked out)
               What was that all about? How could
               that truck be driving itself? Whatís
               happening?

                         CURT
               I donít know. I donít know.
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