THE DIXIE-BOY TRUCK STOP
The GARBAGE HAULER pulls in and heads for the transient
INT. HENDERSHOT AND JOE, IN THE DOORWAY OF THE VIDEO ROOM
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
Did you do like I said with him?
Got him, downstairs, sure. He was
pretty crispy. What happened, Mr.
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.
What in the dickens is going on here?
That's a good question, isn't it?
That was your rig wasn't it HANDY?
Then, who was driving it?
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.
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.
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.
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.
I thought you wouldn’t come out here.
I got curious.
Already we should feel a certain magnetism between these two.
You get curious a lot?
From time to time. (Pause) No one
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.
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.
Cars and trucks running by themselves?
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
Not a cannibal car or truck in
They resume walking again.
He stops and locks at her, smiling.
BRETT (looks him over carefully)
Not that cute.
Well, maybe I'll grow on you.
They start walking again.
Look at the road.
EXT. THE HIGHWAY, BILL'S AND BRETT'S PDV
It's totally deserted.
EXT. BILL AND BRETT
Nothing. You usually have that
much nothing at ten-fifteen in
the morning, hero?
Hi Bill, Brett.
Well, since the turnpike--
Turnpike my ass. There's an interchange
not a mile down the road. This place is
easy to get to. Its not even--
We got a man laying dead in the cellar.
BRETT (stops walking)
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...
What about Wanda June?
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
Maybe they're waiting.
EXT. TNE TRUCK PARKING LOT
Silent brooding, shoulder-to-shoulder. Several angles.