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.
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.
BILL (low, to himself)
This could be a very long day.
He sticks the nozzle in the first truck’s filler tank and starts
EXT. FEEDING THE TRUCKS, MONTAGE
1.) BILL, pumping.
2.) The numbers on the diesel pump turning up gallons, dollars,
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
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