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EXT.	BILL AMONG THE TRUCKS	

He walks among toward the diesel pumps like a man walking through a
pack of sleeping lions. They stand still idling. The swivel-mounted
machine-gun tracks him, in case be tries something funny. He reaches
the Happy Toyz truck and leans toward its ear.

The others look on anxiously from the smashed front of the Dixie-Boy.

                             BILL (louder)
                   Alright you bastard. Tell all your 
                   friends the mainline's open. You 
                   want your fix or not? Step right up. 
                   This is the best shit on the east coast.
                   Practically uncut. You got that fuck-face?

EXT. THE  ARMY TRUCK

It beeps several times.

EXT. THE  HAPPYTOYZ TRUCK
	
It starts up and speeds off.

EXT. THE FRONT OF THE DIXIE-BOY, VERY  WIDE

The trucks rev up and began to move. It's the circle again, but in-
stead of going around and around, the circle becomes a snake with its
head at the diesel pump where BILL is standing and it's tail straight-
ening toward the road.

EXT.	BILL	

                             BILL (low, to himself)
                   This could be a very long day.

He sticks the nozzle in the first truck’s filler tank and starts
pumping.


EXT.	FEEDING THE TRUCKS, MONTAGE	

        1.) BILL, pumping.
	2.) The numbers on the diesel pump turning up gallons, dollars,
            cents.
	3.) The line of waiting trucks, like a flashback to the days of the
            1973 oil embargo.
	4.) Ihe sun, beating down.
        5.) BILL, with sweat rolling down his face.
        6.) One of the trucks which is running pushes one of the trucks that
            was stopped up to the pumps for a revivifying shot of diesel.
        7.) The sun.
        8.) BILL, his shirt dark with sweat. He sticks the nozzle in a truck
            and then looks at his hand. They are covered in painful blisters, 
            some have even busted open.
        8.) The road. Here comes one of those convoys...about twenty trucks.
            They fall into line. The line is now. a quarter of a mile long.
       10.) BILL looks up at:
       11.) The sun.
       12.) Yet another convoy of trucks arrive. Now the line stretches
            out of the lot and out of sight.
       13.) We see from time to time St. Gayton, Joe & Curt pumping, but
            concentrate on Bill.

EXT.	BILL. AT THE PUMPS	

He realizes no fuel is flowing. He hangs the nozzle up and looks at
his hand, which is covered with broken blisters, he walks away.

EXT.	THE TRUCKS

They all BLAST THEIR AIR HORNS at exactly the same second. The sound
is tremendous.

EXT.	BILL	

He puts his hands to his ears until the HORNS stop and then turns to
face them. He is swaying on his feet, sunburned, almost done to
death.
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