Script
THE DIXIE-BOY TRUCK STOP	

The GARBAGE HAULER pulls in and heads for the transient
parking lot.

INT. HENDERSHOT AND JOE, IN THE DOORWAY OF THE VIDEO ROOM	

		           HENDERSHOT
	         Stone the crows.

Puts a cigar in his mouth

INT. THE VIDEO ROOM, HENDERSHOT AND JOE’S POV, WIDE	

A shambles. Machines burnt out. Litters of cigarettes, cookies,
snackin'cakes. etc.  No body.

INT. HENDERSHOT AND JOE IN THE DOORWAY, MEDIUM	

		           HENDERSHOT
                 Did you do like I said with him?

		           JOE
                 Got him, downstairs, sure. He was
	         pretty crispy.	What happened, Mr.
	         Hendershot?	

                          HENDERSHOT (lights cigar)
                 Fucked if I know.

INT.	THE RESTAURANT	

CAMP LOMAN and BRETT BROOKS are still recuperating from their
close shave. The PATRONS--about eight of thern--have gathered around.
WANDA JUNE is also there, the blood on her uniform now drying to a
maroon color. And HENDERSHOT, lighting a cigar.

                          CAMP
                What in the dickens is going on here?

                          BILL  ROBERTSON
                That's a good question, isn't it?

                          MAX
                That was your rig wasn't it HANDY?

                          HANDY
                Yeah.

                          JOE
                Then, who was driving it?

                          HANDY
                I dunno. But he must have been
                a hot-wire champeen.

From his pocket he takes the keys to his rig and holds them up for
the delectation of those foregathered here. Bill heads for the door.

                          BRETT
                I wouldn't go out there, my friend.
                The radio says there's something
                wrong with a lot of trucks and cars
                this morning. It's the comet.

                          HENDERSHOT
                Horsepucky!

                          CAMP
                Amen!

                          BILL
                I’ll be all right.

He goes out.

EXT.	THE GRAVEL LOT. FEATURING THE HAPPYTOYZ TRUCK	

It's sitting with its nose in the picnic area. It's not running.

EXT.	ANGLE ON BILL ROBERTSON

He approaches the truck. He looks very small and very vulnerable
walking beside this steel behemoth. He pauses by the drivers side
door, then gets up on the running board and looks in.


INT.	THE CAB OF THE TRUCK. BILL'S POV

Empty, of course. There’s a pine air freshener hanging from the roof.
A crucifix on one sunvisor and a Playboy bunny on the other.

EXT./INT.	BILL

BILL opens the door, gets in, looks in the sleeper. Nothing there, 
but a jack-in-the-box of the Green Goblin.

EXT.	TUE HAPPYTOYZ TRUCK	

BILL closes the door, gets down, and walks in back of the truck. He
kneels down to look under it. We should feel about all of this the way
wed feel about a lion-tamer putting his head in the lion’s mouth.

INT. THE CONTROL PANEL OF THE HAPPYTOYZ TRUCK	

There is a click. Several lights come on.

EXT.  BILL, CU	

As he starts to get out from beneath, a hand falls on his shoulder.
He shoots to his feet and turns around. It's BRETT.

                            BILL
                  I thought you wouldn’t come out here.

                            BRETT
                  I got curious.

Already we should feel a certain magnetism between these two.

                            BILL
                  You get curious a lot?

                            BRETT
                  From time to time. (Pause) No one
                  in there?

                            BILL
                  Not now, no.

They start back toward the restaurant, They’re not thinking about
the truck, but I imagine we are; if it decides to come alive and
back up, they are directly in its line of fire, so to speak.

                             BRETT
                   I couldn’t get much on the radio,
                   and the motormouth who gave me a
                   ride talked over most of what I could
                   get, but it sounded serious.

                             BILL
                   Cars and trucks running by themselves?

                             BRETT
                   Yeah.


EXT.	THE DIXIE-BOY TRUCK STOP, BILL'S AND BRETT'S POV

A couple of trucks are being fueled; a few cars are parked near
the restaurant. From this angle we can't see the truck parking area.
Everything looks normal except for CAMP LOMAN'S car, parked askew
on the gravel between the pumps and the road.

EXT.	BILL AND BRETT	

                            BILL
                  Not a cannibal car or truck in
                  sight.

They resume walking again.

                           BRETT
                  Your'e cute.

He stops and locks at her, smiling.

                            BILL
                  Am  I?

                            BRETT (looks him over carefully)
                  Not that cute.

                            BILL
                  Well, maybe I'll grow on you.

They start walking again.

                            BRETT
                  Look at the road.

They do. 

EXT.	THE HIGHWAY, BILL'S AND BRETT'S PDV	
			
It's  totally deserted.

EXT.	BILL AND BRETT	

                             BRETT
                   Nothing. You usually have that
                   much nothing at ten-fifteen in
                   the morning, hero?

                             BILL
                   Name's Bill.

                             BRETT
                   Hi Bill, Brett.

                            BILL
                  Well, since the turnpike--

                            BRETT
                  Turnpike my ass. There's an interchange
                  not a mile down the road. This place is
                  easy to get to. Its not even--

                            BILL (stops)
                  We got a man laying dead in the cellar.

                            BRETT (stops walking)
                  Say what?

                            BILL
                  It was the video games. Some kind of
                  short circuit, I guess. And we had an	
                  electric knife that went to work on
                  Wanda June and then...

                           BRETT
                  What about Wanda June?	

                           BILL
                  Well..Wanda June could burn water
                  tryin' to boil it.

But he looks doubtfully back at:

EXT.	THE HAPPYTOYZ TRUCK	

Silent. Dead. For now.

EXT.	BILL AND BRETT	

                             BRETT (quietly)
                   Maybe they're waiting.

EXT.	TNE TRUCK PARKING LOT	

Silent brooding, shoulder-to-shoulder. Several angles.

Back/
Next
Home.

 

BACK
 

 

L10 Web Stats Reporter 3.15 LevelTen Hit Counter - Free PHP Web Analytics Script
LevelTen dallas web development firm - website design, flash, graphics & marketing

CLICK HERE TO GO TO HOME PAGE
©
Copyright 2007  Happy Toyz / Happy Toyz Co.
All images and text within this site are the property of www.happytoyz.com, or the respective film studio or copyright owner.