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EXT./INT.	THE SHOWER AREA, BACK RESTAURANT DOOR POV	

Yes, we can just make them out in the glow thrown by the headlights
of the circling trucks. BILL'S got the rocket launcher in hand.

Again, off to the left we notice the stopped flatbed--engine not
running but lights glowing. Could be out of gas...but I think most
of us now strongly suspect the truth: that babyís playing possum.

INT.	THE GROUP BY THE BACK DOOR OF THE RESTAURANT

                             HENDERSHOT
                   They donít have the salesman.
                   Looks like some damn kid.

EXT.	THE DOOR OF THE SHOWER BUILDING

                            BILL
	          You guys ready?

                            CURT
                  No. You?

                            BILL
                  Not at all.

They run for the Dixie-Boy.


EXT.	THE MILK TANKER TO THE RIGHT

Its engine roars into life and it leaps at them.

EXT.	CURT, DEKE AND BILL, RUNNING

BILL turns holding the rocket-lhuncher. He aims.
		
EXT.	BILL AND THE TRUCK

It's bearing down on him as he aims...and fires. The truck explodes.
Milk goes everywhere. BILL, who only had the one rocket, gets up and
runs for the back door of the Dixie-Boy, shepherding the other two
ahead of him.

EXT.	THE AREA AROUND THE BACK DOOR OF THE RESTAURANT	

CURT is holding CONNIE, who is sobbing wildly. BILL steps over to
BRETT and hugs her. DEKE walks toward them--toward BILL, actually.
He looks troubled. He has seen that his dad isn't here. HENDERSHOT 
also comes toward BILL. He looks disgusted and angry even though 
things turned out all right. Come to think of it, that's probably 
why he disgusted and angry.

	                            HENDERSHOT  (disgusted)
                           You ain't gonna be satisfied until
                           you get him right in here with us,
                           are you, bubba?

BILL looks at him but doesnít answer.

                                    DEKE
                           BILL...Where's my dad?

                                    BILL
                           Deke--you've got to brace yourself
                           for some pretty tough news--

                                    HENDERSHOT  (doesnít give a shit)
                           Done got scrubbed by one of them big
                           boys out there. Tough break, kid.

INT.	DEKE, BILL, BRETT

DEKE turns slowIy to look at HENDERSHOT. His face is stunned and
horrified. He slowly backs away from all of them.

  DEKE (to BILL)       BRETT (to HENDERSHOT)	  BILL (to DEKE)
No! No!	             You shithead! Why--         Deke--

INT.	DEKE AMD BILL	

                             DEKE
	           Is it true?

                             BILL
                   Deke--

                             DEKE
	           Is it true?

                             BILL
                   Man, you gotta--

                             DEKE (screams)
                   Just tell me if it's true!

                             BILL
	           Yeah. It's true. He's gone. I'm--

DEKE screams. Puts his bands to his face and screams again. BILL
tries to hold him. DEKE struggles, screaming. BILL keeps on try-
ing to hold him. At last DEKE stops fighting and collapses, cry-
ing. BILL holds him tightly, cheek pressed against the top of
DEKE'S head. BILL is also crying.
 
HENDERSHOT	

He's looking at all this in utter perplexity. I think he's one of
those guys who really doesn't think anyone in the world but him is
really real.

                             BRETT (voice)
                   Mr. Hendershot?

He turns toward the voice.

INT.	HENDERSH0T AND BRETT	

She slaps him in the face, hard.

                              BRETT (cold)
                    A little lesson in manners from the
	            road-twitch, you fucking oinker.

She walks out. HENDERSH0T can only gape after her.

INT.	BILL AND DEKE	

BILL is hugging DEKE, who is still weeping--hugging him and trying
to comfort him.
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