Nurse Betty Page #14

The camera holds on her face for a melodramatic beat ...

Chloe's trapped, and she knows it.

PULL BACK to reveal Betty lying on the bed in her motel room,

out cold.

44.

53 INT. DUANE'S TRUCK - LATER 53

The flag poles over the CB unit are bare. Duane is in the

sleeper cab, his forearms bound to his thighs with duct tape.

A telltale piece of Confederate red fabric hangs out of his

mouth. There is a purplish bruise on his forehead. He's

quiet, but glowering at his captors.

CHARLIE:

... So, at a rest stop outside Logansport

you noticed that two guys were slipping

something extra in one of your cars, and

you decided to see what it was. Then you

figured you'd take this valuable

commodity and go into business yourself,

even though it didn't belong to you. But

you needed a crackerjack salesman to move

it, so you made the biggest mistake of

your short life and chose Del. Sound

right so far?

Duane nods.

CHARLIE (cont'd)

Del's dead, by the way. I sent him to

the Great Beyond.

WESLEY:

Actually, I scalped him, and then you

killed him.

Duane narrows his eyes in disbelief.

CHARLIE:

Exactly.

(BEAT)

Now, the one thing I don't get is that we

checked all the Buicks on that lot. Four

'97 LeSabres and nothing in 'em.

Duane smiles mockingly.

CHARLIE (CONT'D)

Ohhh ... There weren't four, were there?

Charlie reaches up above the visor and pulls down a rumpled

manifest. He leafs through it.

CHARLIE (cont'd)

There were five, damn it! I should have

known!! Goddamn...

(BEAT)

So, what happened to the fifth car?

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Duane shrugs his shoulders.

CHARLIE (CONT'D)

You know you're going to die, don't you,

Duane?

(Duane nods)

And you really don't know where that

other LeSabre is, do you?

Duane shakes his head. Charlie sighs, resigned.

CHARLIE (cont'd)

He's telling the truth. He doesn't know.

WESLEY:

Should I kill him now?

CHARLIE:

Wait. Any last words, General Lee?

Duane nods emphatically. Wesley pulls the Confederate flags

out of his mouth.

DUANE:

Suck my dick, you Yankee piece of sh*t.

He spits in Wesley's face. Charlie has to restrain Wesley.

CHARLIE:

God, I admire that. Ya see that, Wesley?

That's why they get all the glory.

Charlie climbs down from the big rig and heads across the

parking lot. The Town Car is parked near the adjacent motel,

just a few spaces away from Betty's LeSabre.

With a furious calm Wesley wipes his face, then takes out a

can of lighter fluid, sets it on the dash and looks at Duane.

WESLEY:

...why'd you spit on me?

54 EXT. TRUCK STOP/MOTEL PARKING LOT - DUSK 54

Charlie pulls the Town Car alongside Duane's rig and drums

the steering wheel impatiently. It begins to rain. There

are flashes of LIGHTNING in the distance.

CHARLIE:

Come on, Wesley, three shots.

A FLASH OF ORANGE FLAME ignites inside Duane's cab. Charlie

sighs. Finally, THREE DULL THUDS reverberate from inside.

Wesley climbs down clutching a videotape and gets in the car.

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CHARLIE (cont'd)

What the hell was that, another

statement?

WESLEY:

Well, no one ever spit in my face before.

Especially some cracker f***.

CHARLIE:

You have to rise above it. The

professionals rise above that kind of

thing...

As they drive away FLAMES are beginning to dance inside the

cab.

55 INT. TRUCK STOP/MOTEL ROOM - EVENING 55

The FLICKERING LIGHT of the TV screen is the only light.

Betty lies asleep on the bed. The NEWS comes on and she

starts to stir as ...

NEWSCASTER:

... small town of Fair Oaks ... has left

people shaken ... owner-manager of

Sizemore Motors ...

Betty sits up. On the TV screen is a shot of Del as Julius

Caesar from one of his commercials.

NEWSCASTER:

(cont'd)

... police are still investigating.

She blinks at the screen, confused, as the next story comes

on. Betty reaches for the phone.

56 INT. POLICE STATION - EVENING 56

Ballard is doing paperwork. Roy is asleep on a nearby bench.

A DEPUTY picks up a ringing phone and hands it to Ballard.

DEPUTY:

Sheriff, it's Betty Sizemore, on two!

BALLARD:

SHHH!... (Whispering) BETTY? WHERE ARE

YOU?

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57 INT. TRUCK STOP/MOTEL ROOM - ON BETTY 57

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