Starman Page #14

MILITARY MAN:

(to the room)

This one has a weapon.

SHERMIN (V.O.)

No, no... A .45, it probably got it

in the woman's house. They were last

seen in downtown Eau Claire...

FOX:

Why did you let it get into a

populated area?

SHERMIN (V.O.)

It's taken on a disguise.

FOX:

Clarify that.

SHERMIN (V.O.)

It's made itself look like the woman's

dead husband.

Static breaks up the t.v. picture. When it returns, Fox leans

toward the screen.

FOX:

Repeat the last item.

Almost reluctantly Shermin holds up Scott Haydn's picture.

SHERMIN (V.O.)

The extraterrestrial now looks like

this.

FOX:

(softly)

Oh sh*t!!!

EXT. INTERSTATE - AFTERNOON

Jenny's Mustang moves along through the traffic.

INT. MUSTANG - AFTERNOON

We are CLOSE ON the back of a ten-dollar bill.

STAR MAN (O.S.)

(reading slowly)

The United States of America. In God

We Trust. Ten dollars.

We pull back as he holds the ten up to Jenny.

JENNY:

Money.

STAR MAN:

Money.

He holds up a quarter.

JENNY:

Money.

Confused, the STAR MAN puts the money back into Jenny's wallet

and reads the first card through its plastic window.

STAR MAN:

Mi-chi-gan driver li-see-ens...

Jennyhaydn... Money?

JENNY:

(shaking her head

'no,' exhausted)

We're going to have to stop for gas

soon.

Under the license is a picture of Jenny smiling broadly. The

STAR MAN looks at Jenny, back at the picture, then imitates

the smile for Jenny.

STAR MAN:

What?

JENNY:

Smile.

STAR MAN:

Smile... good?

JENNY:

Yes.

He practices curling the corners of his mouth up into a smile.

One of them freezes as the Interstate curves and a glistening

skyline backlit by the afternoon sun comes into view across

a river.

STAR MAN:

(impressed)

What?!

JENNY:

Minneapolis.

STAR MAN:

(reaching into the

leg pouch he took

from his life-support

suit)

Minneapolis... Minneapolis...

JENNY:

What are you doing?

He takes out his camera.

JENNY:

...What's that?

He points the white disc at Minneapolis. With a 'POP,' a

cone of light flashes out. It sucks back, almost instantly,

bringing with it a three-dimensional image of the skyline.

STAR MAN:

Minneapolis... good.

JENNY:

You're full of tricks, aren't you?

The car starts across the twin cities' bridge.

JENNY:

(taps the fuel gauge)

We need gas.

The STAR MAN looks at the gauge. Jenny scrunches against the

door to avoid contact with him.

JENNY:

No gas.

STAR MAN:

No gas.

JENNY:

This car runs on gas.

She presses the accelerator to the floor. The car jumps

forward.

JENNY:

Gas...

She takes her foot off the accelerator and the car quickly

slows down.

JENNY:

No gas.

EXT. BRIDGE - AFTERNOON

JENNY:

(V.O.)

Gas.

The Mustang spurts forward a few yards.

JENNY:

(V.O.)

No gas.

It staggers down to a crawl.

JENNY:

(V.O.)

Gas.

The car leaps forward again.

JENNY:

(V.O.)

No gas.

It drops back to a crawl.

INT. MUSTANG - AFTERNOON

JENNY:

No gas... car dead.

(her head lolls forward

on her chest)

We need gas. I don't want to get

shot for running out of gas.

STAR MAN:

Gas good?

JENNY:

Yes. Very good.

INT. MUSTANG - AFTERNOON

We are LOOKING DOWN Jenny's arm AT a gas station just off

Interstate 169 in the Minneapolis suburbs.

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