EXT. THE PARKING LOT, MONTAGE
There is a RISING SYMPHONY of diesel engines as the trucks start up,
one after the other. It sounds like the Indy Brickyard on Memorial
Day, just after the guy says "Gentlemen, start your engines.
EXT. THE HAPPYTOYZ TRUCK
It returns to the picnic area.
EXT. THE TWO PARKING LOTS
One by one the trucks pull out and fall into a nose-to-tail line.
EXT. THE DIXIE-BOY, WIDE
The HappyToyz truck fills a gap the others have left for it, join-
ing the parade. The trucks--maybe twenty-five in all--will
form a circle which goes almost all the way around the truck stop.
INT. THE RESTAURANT
There are maybe eight people in here--WANDA JUNE plus seven patrons.
all truckers--staring out the long glass window at the front. Their
faces are astruck. Outside, the trucks continue to rumble past.
INT. THE SERVICE STATION OFFICE
Most of those things got no goddamn
right to be running! They’re dee-po'ed!
They’re waking up.
She puts her arms around bILL. He holds her and they both watch, be
frightened, she terrified.
EXT. TRUCK MONTAGE
Wheels, taillights, grilles, mud-flaps. The SOUND is deafening, unre-
lenting. The feel is scary. These things really are dinosaurs.
EXT. THE DIXIE-BOY, VERY WIDE
This might even be an a helicopter shot, looking down. The trucks
circling the truck-stop like Indians circling a wagon-train in an