Starman Page #25

He turns away from her, clears his throat and begins. His

singing is like nothing we have ever heard. Vibrations of

tones and glottal stops blend into a haunting, seductive

fugue. The STAR MAN stops.

STAR MAN:

I am not a good singer.

JENNY:

That was beautiful.

STAR MAN:

(incredulous)

You liked my singing?

JENNY:

Yes. Sing some more.

EXT. INTERSTATE 80 - NIGHT

With the STAR MAN's SERENADE WAFTING over the Nebraska plains,

we FALL BACK TO FIND a Highway Patrol car tagging along at a

safe distance behind the Mustang.

EXT. BEST WESTERN MOTEL - NIGHT

The STAR MAN stops the Mustang in front of the office. He

and Jenny get out and go inside. As the door closes on them,

three Nebraska Highway Patrol cars speed up the off-ramp.

The lead car turns right on a surface street and enters the

motel parking lot at the far end.

The middle car goes straight across the intersection and

positions itself at the curb next to the driveway, giving

access to a frontage road which leads to an on-ramp. The

last car also turns right on the surface street, but parks

in a restaurant parking lot directly across from the office.

INT. OFFICE - BEST WESTERN MOTEL - NIGHT

In answer to Jenny's bell, the night CLERK comes out of the

living quarters in the back, finger combing his sleep-rumpled

hair.

CLERK:

What can I do for you folks?

JENNY:

How much are your rooms?

CLERK:

Thirty-seven fifty for one person,

forty-nine fifty for two.

Drawn by the bright colors on their covers, the STAR MAN

wanders over to the magazine rack. By chance, he selects a

copy of 'Playgirl' and begins to look through it.

JENNY:

You have one with two beds?

CLERK:

Sure.

JENNY:

I'll take that.

CLERK:

(slides her a

registration card)

Fill this out.

(as Jenny writes)

Will this be cash or credit card?

JENNY:

Credit card.

CLERK:

I'll have to run your card off now.

JENNY:

(digging through her

purse)

We're only going to be here a few

hours...

CLERK:

It's still the full price.

STAR MAN:

Jenny, look...

From behind the STAR MAN, we WATCH Jenny react to the open

Playgirl centerfold that he is holding up.

JENNY:

Put that back.

STAR MAN:

But I have never seen this before. I

am not complete.

Although we cannot see it, we know what he is pointing at.

JENNY:

Put it back.

The STAR MAN swivels the picture around so that he can see

it. Jenny hands the smirking Clerk her credit card. He steps

to the side and inserts it into the imprinter. Out of the

corner of his eye, he sees a dot of light leave the STAR

MAN's forehead to drop behind the magazine and into his

trousers.

The Clerk glances over at Jenny to see if she hears the

HISSING that is going on behind the STAR MAN's fly. She does

and she hopes it'll stop soon. His eyes on the STAR MAN, the

Clerk fumbles the key to 117 off the rack.

CLERK:

You can park your car in front of

the room.

He drops the key on the counter.

INT. MIDDLE PATROL CAR - NIGHT

Through his side window, the DRIVER can see the motel office.

DRIVER:

(into microphone of

his radio)

What did these two do?

INT. LAST PATROL CAR - NIGHT

SECOND DRIVER:

All anybody knows is that they're

armed and dangerous.

In the office, he can see Jenny and the STAR MAN leave the

counter and head for the door. He raises a pair of binoculars

to his eyes for a good head-on look at them.

THROUGH THE BINOCULARS

We SEE Jenny and the STAR MAN come out of the motel office.

BACK TO SCENE:

The Second Officer lowers the glasses and looks down at the

telex pictures of Jenny and the STAR MAN taped to the

dashboard.

SECOND OFFICER:

Be a piece of cake for us to take

'em.

INT. LEAD PATROL CAR - NIGHT

THROUGH the WINDSHIELD, we can SEE Jenny and the STAR MAN

approaching the Mustang.

THIRD DRIVER:

National Security folks should be

here any minute. Let them take care

of it. That's what they get the big

bucks for.

EXT. BEST WESTERN MOTEL - NIGHT

STAR MAN:

I want a drink. May I have two

quarters?

At the passenger door, Jenny sets her purse on the car roof

to take out her wallet.

JENNY:

(handing it to him)

You shouldn't drink so much of that

stuff. It's bad for you.

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