Breakdown Page #4
- R
- Year:
- 1997
- 93 min
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AMY:
What’s he doing?
JEFF:
I don’t know.
Jeff watches the pickup, frowning. Then, from the
opposite direction, they hear a LOW RUMBLE. They turn
and stare at -
20.
MASSIVE TRACTOR-TRAILER
coming over a crest in the road.
It’s a huge eighteen-wheeler. A white 1988 Peterbilt.
It grinds into low gear and slows, BRAKES CREAKING.
The TRUCK comes to a halt with a HISS of compressed air.
DOWN HIGHWAY:
the PICKUP STARTS UP again. It pulls another U-turn and
drives away, melting into the desert.
AMY:
breathes a sigh of relief.
The driver dismounts from the cab, leaving the ENGINE
IDLING. We recognize him as the Trucker in the minimart.
He removes his cap, revealing a shock of
prematurely white hair. He is well-shaven, his clothes
immaculate. His name is Red.
RED (TRUCKER)
You folks all right?
JEFF:
Yeah. Our car broke down.
RED:
(chuckling)
I figured that much. You want a
hand pushing it off the road?
JEFF:
Thanks, I’d appreciate it. Amy,
you want to steer?
Amy gets behind the wheel and puts the shift in neutral.
Jeff and Red push the car to the shoulder. As they push,
Jeff glances at the CB antenna on Red’s cab.
JEFF:
Think you could radio a tow truck
for us?
RED:
I sure would if I could, mister,
but my C.B. blew a fuse this
morning. I’m waiting till I hit
the truck stop on I-40 to get it
fixed.
(CONTINUED)
21.
CONTINUED:
JEFF:
How far is that?
RED:
About 60 miles.
JEFF:
(disappointed)
Oh.
Red walks around to the front of the car and peers down
at the exposed engine.
RED:
I’d offer to take a look, but it’s
hard to say with these new
engines. Used to be, you could
give ’em a kick and a holler and
they’d start right up. Now it’s
all computers and chips.
JEFF:
It’s a new car.
RED:
That could be the problem. You
Amy gives Jeff a reprimanding look. It’s subtle, but Red
notices.
RED:
Tell you what. If you want a
ride, there’s a little diner up
the road. Belle’s. They got a
pay phone. You could call a tow
truck from there.
Jeff considers this, glances back to where the Dodge Ram
was last seen.
JEFF:
Nice of you to offer. But we’ve
got a lot of stuff in the car. I
think we’re better off waiting for
a cop to come along.
Amy rolls her eyes. Red sees the look, trying not to
smile. He glances up at a small plane flying overhead.
(CONTINUED)
22.
CONTINUED:
RED:
(casually)
Suit yourself. Not many cops on
this road, that’s why the truckers
use it. Maybe you’ll get lucky.
(tipping his cap)
Good luck.
He turns and heads back toward his truck. Amy looks at
Jeff. She waits till the trucker is out of earshot.
AMY:
Are you nuts?
JEFF:
We don’t know this guy.
AMY:
He’s offering to help. It could
be hours before anyone else comes
along. It’s 100 degrees. You
really want to be stuck out here?
JEFF:
Amy, I’ve got my equipment in the
car. All our stuff. What if
those guys come back and we’re not
here?
(turns away,
quietly to
himself)
Jesus... don’t be stupid...
Amy hears this. She’s had enough. Flares.
AMY:
Stupid is sitting out here waiting
for a cop when we already have a
ride.
In the b.g., the TRUCK is THROTTLING UP. Then, mad and
careless:
AMY:
Stupid was letting you talk me
into leaving Boston.
She turns away. The truck starts to pull out. She bites
her lip, thinking, then steps into the road and flags the
truck down. Red brakes.
AMY:
Excuse me? Do you think you could
drop me at that diner?
(CONTINUED)
23.
CONTINUED:
RED:
(surprised)
Sure thing. How about you,
mister? I could take you both
just as easy.
AMY:
That’s okay. My husband wants to
stay with the car. I’ll just get
my purse.
She goes to the passenger side of the Jeep for her purse.
Jeff follows, lowering his voice.
JEFF:
What do you think you’re doing?
AMY:
I’m going to the diner. I’m going
to call a tow truck. Then I’m
going to order an iced tea and
wait. Good-bye, Jeff.
JEFF:
(firm)
You’re not riding with that guy.
End of story.
AMY:
You wanted to be alone. Well...
you’re alone. Why don’t you take
the time to get your head
together?
She walks to the truck. Jeff stands there. She climbs
into the cab. Red moves some papers out of the way.
RED:
Watch your step, ma’am.
She pulls the door shut. The TRUCK THROTTLES UP and
pulls away. Jeff watches the truck dwindle in the
distance, flashers blinking. After a beat, the flashers
cease.
SLOW DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. ROADSIDE -TWENTY MINUTES LATER
Beneath a blazing sun, Jeff paces restlessly in front of
the Cherokee, checking his watch, wiping beads of sweat
from his face. He looks down the highway.
(CONTINUED)
24.
CONTINUED:
Nothing in sight. Extremely bored, he wanders over to
the raised hood and studies the engine again.
After a few moments, something catches his eye. Curious,
he kneels down and peers under the chassis. He frowns.
JEFF’S POV -LOOSE WIRE
dangling under the engine.
BACK TO JEFF:
JEFF:
Oh for Christ’s sake...
He pulls his Swiss Army knife from his pocket and slides
under the car. Working with the screwdriver blade of the
knife, he reconnects the plug to its socket. In the
process, his hands and shirt become stained with grease.
Jeff slides out from under the car, brushes himself off
and gets behind the wheel. He tosses the Swiss Army
knife on the center console and keys the ignition. The
ENGINE ROARS to life.
CUT TO:
EXT. DESERT ROAD -MINUTES LATER
The Cherokee speeds down the empty highway.
INT. CHEROKEE -SAME TIME
Jeff drives, a determined expression.
EXT. DESERT HIGHWAY -DAY
The Jeep blows past.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. BELLE’S DINER -DAY
A weather-beaten structure with a gravel parking lot. A
peeling sign on the roof: "Belle’s: Beer & Food."
There is a phone booth outside.
The Cherokee pulls in and parks. Jeff CHIRPS the ALARM,
heads for the entrance.
25.
INT. BELLE’S -DAY
Dark and dingy. Formica tables, a bar. Chunky customers
in K-Mart clothes sit at the bar, nursing beers and
watching a football game on a big MUTED TV.
Jeff enters and all conversation stops. The other
patrons turn and stare. After a moment, they return to
their beers.
Jeff glances around. No sign of Amy. No sign of Red.
A bored-looking BARTENDER stands behind the counter,
preparing a sandwich. Behind him, a blackboard menu.
Jeff approaches.
JEFF:
Excuse me.
The Bartender looks up, a cutting knife in his hand.
JEFF:
I was supposed to meet my wife
here.
The Bartender shrugs, gives him a look: Yeah, so?
JEFF:
Dark hair, slender, about five-
five. Wearing a pale blue
Benetton shirt.
BARTENDER:
A pale blue what?
JEFF:
Benetton shirt.
The Bartender plops the sandwich on a plate, tears off an
order slip.
BARTENDER:
Hank! Your order’s ready.
(to Jeff)
I been busy. They come and go.
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