Starman Page #15

JENNY:

Gas...

The STAR MAN contemplates the station as they pass it, then

turns to Jenny, puzzled:

STAR MAN:

Go.

JENNY:

It's closed... closed. We need one

that's open.

STAR MAN:

Closed?

JENNY:

You'll see.

There are no more gas stations in sight. The STAR MAN becomes

bored with the silence. He picks up Jenny's wallet. The

driver's license is familiar so he flips to the next window.

In it is a picture of an older man and woman standing in

front of a church.

STAR MAN:

What?

JENNY:

(snaps)

Not what. Who. What is for things.

(touching the steering

wheel, dashboard,

seat, gear shift)

What? What? What? What? For people

you use who. Who is he?

(points to the man in

the picture)

Who is she?

(points to the woman)

Who are you?

(points to the STAR

MAN)

Who am I?

She touches her chest.

STAR MAN:

(mirrors her gestures)

Who is he? Who is she? Who are you?

Who am I?

(pause; it clicks for

him and he points at

Jenny)

Who are you?

JENNY:

I am Jenny Haydn.

STAR MAN:

(flips back to her

license and reads)

Jennyhaydn.

Jenny nods.

JENNY:

Who are you?

STAR MAN:

I am...

We HEAR MODULATED CLICKS of his percussive LANGUAGE.

JENNY:

That's a big help. Where are you

from?

STAR MAN:

From?

JENNY:

(leans forward and

points through the

windshield at the

sky)

Are you from up there? Space?

STAR MAN:

(leans forward to

look with her)

Space?

JENNY:

Up there... I... eh... can't

explain...

(leans back)

But that's the only place you could

be from.

The STAR MAN spots a station on the other side of the

Interstate.

STAR MAN:

Gas.

JENNY:

(shakes her head 'no')

Closed.

He taps the fuel gauge which has dipped below empty.

STAR MAN:

No gas.

JENNY:

I know.

They both scan the horizon for a gas station. When one doesn't

come up immediately, the STAR MAN flips to the next picture

in the wallet. It is of the man he has become. He is leaning

against a fire truck, in uniform.

STAR MAN:

Who?

JENNY:

My... husband.

STAR MAN:

I am husband?

JENNY:

No. I don't know what you are, but

you're not Scott.

Silence. The STAR MAN catches her mood. A tear rolls down

Jenny's cheek.

JENNY:

(brushes it away

angrily)

Sh*t.

STAR MAN:

Sh*t?

JENNY:

No, no... don't say that. Bad word.

STAR MAN:

(likes the sound of

it)

Sh*t... sh*t... what sh*t?

JENNY:

(screams)

Stop!! Enough!! Jesus! You're worse

than a parrot!!

Like closing a zipper, she slides her fingers across her

mouth.

JENNY:

Mouth closed... closed.

The STAR MAN does as he is told. He doesn't like it, but he

does it. With his lips puckered, he looks straight down the

road. The car rises out of a gulley. Topping a knoll straight

ahead is a gas station with an enormous Exxon sign revolving

above it. With his lips firmly pressed together, he tugs

Jenny's sleeve and points.

JENNY:

I see it.

The STAR MAN reaches forward and squeezes the satel compass

back into his palms.

EXT. GAS STATION - AFTERNOON

The Mustang comes up the off-ramp toward the pumps.

INT. MUSTANG - AFTERNOON

The STAR MAN'S hand closes around the butt of the .45 when

he sees the ATTENDANT step out of the office.

STAR MAN:

Who?

JENNY:

Attendant. He'll give us gas. Put

the gun down. Under the seat. Under

the seat...

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