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INT.	THE PICTURE OF DEKE ON DUNCAN'S DESK
	
A hand picks it up.

INT.	THE FUEL OFFICE. WITH BRETT	

She's looking at the picture--her expression is thoughtful, sad.
The door from the restaurant section opens and BILL comes in.

                            BRETT
                  How are the lovers?

                            BILL
                  Heart-rates are slowing down a little,
                  I think.

He takes the straight-razor out of his pocket and unfolds it.

INT.	THE BLADE OF THE STRAIGHT-RAZOR
	
Inlaid upon the blade in Olde English letters are the words
MOTHERíS HELPER.

INT.    BILL AND BRETT	
   
He refolds the blade and holds out the straight-razor to her.

                            BILL
                  Mother's Helper?

                            BRETT
                  A girl hitching her way down to
                  Florida needs some protection.

She puts DEKEĎS photo back on the edge of the desk and slips Motherís
Helper back into her boot.

                            BILL
                  That what you're doing?

                            BRETT
                  What I was doing before every
                  machine in the world went into
                  maximum overdrive. I'm pretty scared,
                  Bill.

                            BILL
                  If I put my arm around you would
                  you stick me with that thing?


                            BRETT
                  YOU donít stick a person with a
                  straight-razor. You kind of...

She draws her finger swiftly down through the air and makes
a whickering noise.

                            BRETT (finishes)
                  And I wouldn't.

He comes to her and slips an arm around her.

                            BRETT
                  Yes-thatís a little better.

                            BILL
                  Why Florida?

                            BRETT
                  I just needed to get away. Things
                  weren't so great where I was.

                            BILL
                  They arenít so hot here, either.

They look out at the circling trucks together. Now she puts an arm
around him. She looks younger, sweeter, more vulnerabe.

                            BRETT
                  Can I ask you something?

                            BILL
                  Sure.

                            BRETT
                  Whatís a nice guy like you doing
                  working for a booger like that man
                  Hendershot?

                            BILL
                  If you're on parole, you need a job.

                            BRETT
                  You're on parole?

                            BILL
                  Not many people want to hire a parolee.
                  On the other hand, some guys hire all
                  they can get. Guys like Hendershot. You
                  want to know what I did?

She looks up at him.


                            BRETT
                  Tore the heads off third-graders and ate them?

                            BILL
                  Well, youíre half-right. Just the
                  tongues. The tongues was all I wanted.

She laughs. He smiles. And when she stops laughing he kisses her
and she kisses him back, quite naturally. He CUPS one of her
breasts gently just for a moment.

They look at each other.

                            BRETT
                  You're looking quite a bit cuter.
                  I must admit.

                            BILL
                  Thatís good.

They look out the dirty window where another bunch of trucks are
passing by. Then BRETT picks up DEKE'S photo again.

                            BRETT
                  It was his father who got killed
                  out there?

                            BILL
                  Yeah. Duncan Keller--another one of
                  Hendershot's pet parolees.

She looks at the picture.

                            BRETT
                  Do you think heís dead?

                            BILL
                 God knows, but deke's bright. And
                 he's gutty. If heís act dead, heís
                 trying to get here.

                            BRETT
                 To his father.

                            BILL (heavily)
                 Yeah. To his father.

                            BRETT
                 Ain't life grand?

                            BILL
                 Pretty grand all right.

Theyíre looking at each other, he kisses her gently. THE CAMERA
MOVES TO the picture of DEKE and HOLDS.
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