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EXT.	THE DIXIE-BOY	JUST PAST SUNSET	

It's dusky-gloomy but not yet full dark. There’s an odd glow in the
sky-not very bright right now. It will be brighter later on. The
trucks patrol in their endless circle, motors GROWLING.

Their lights pop on all at once.

EXT.	THE DITCH OH THE FAR SIDE OF THE ROAD, WITH DEKE	

Truck headlights splash across his face and he shrinks down. He
slowly rises back up. just his eyes showing as he looks at the
Dixie-Boy...so near and yet so far.


INT.	THE FUEL OFFICE. STORAGE ROOM WITH BILL AND BRETT

They are on the cot where DUNCAN was lying before. They have just
made love.

                          BRETT
	        I'll tell you one thing, hero.

                          BILL
                What’s that?

                          BRETT
                You make love like Dangerous Dan
                Mc Grew.

                          BILL (gets up)
                Come over here. I want to show you
                something.

(He’s wearing shorts, she's wearing panties.)
	
EXT.	THE SKY OVER THE DIXIE BOY REAR PARKING LOT  NIGHT	

It is now full dark, but the sky is lit with a bright, shifting glow
like the aurora borealis.

INT.	BY STORAGE ROOM WINDOW. WITH BILL AND BRETT		

                          BILL
                It's the comet. We’ve been in the
                tail for almost twelve hours.
                And if it is the comet that put
                the machines in——what did you call
                it?——maximum overdrive, all we've
                got to do is stay alive for the
                next seven days or so.

EXT.	THE CIRCLING TRUCKS, BILLS AND BRETT'S POV	

INT.    BILL AND BRETT	

                            BILL
                  We're less than four miles from
                  the coast here. Wed have to use the
                  drains and go through a few back yards,
                  but we could make it in maybe two hours.

	                    BRETT	
                  And?

                            BILL
	          Can you sail?

                            BRETT
	          A-little--Hobie Cats and things like that.

	                    BILL (nods)
                  I used to crew the big ones. Sailboats...
                  no motors. You dig that? No motors.

                            BRETT (excited by the idea)
                  Where would we go?

                            BILL
                  Haven. It’s an island about 6
                  miles off the coast. An easy sail.
                  There are no motor vehicles of any
                  kind on the place.

                            BRETT
                  None?

                            BILL
                  Not a single one. It's a municipal
                  ordinance. There's electric power,
                  but killing it would be a matter of
                  just cutting the power-cable from
                  the mainland.

                            BRETT
                  And waiting for the planet to get out
                  of the comets tail! Youre a genius!
                  (Hugs him) You really think we could
                  make it?

                            BILL
                  With all of the firepower downstairs?
                  You bet.

                            BRETT
                  Tonight?

                            BILL
                  Maybe we won’t have to go at
                  all. Put that thing on and
                  come back to the window.


EXT.   THE SHOWER BUILDING W/MILK TANKER, BILL AND BRETT’S POV 

It sits silently just inside the circle of moving trucks, Its
lights burning.
	
INT.	BILL AND BRETT	

                           BILL
                  See it?
                  It was circling with the rest of
                  them when we came over here. They
                  pushed it out of the way. It's out
                  of gas. I’m pretty sure that’s what
                  it is. It ran out of gas.

                            BRETT
                  They can't fuel themselves!

                            BILL (grins)
                  Give the little road-twitch a cigar.

She throws herself into his arms and hugs him hard. kisses him.
And he picks her up and carries her back to the cot for Round Two.
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