Starman Page #29

Stung, Shermin takes a deep breath, controls himself and

returns the radio to his ear.

SHERMIN:

Maybe... look, this is just something

to think about... from what I got at

the shopping center, it was more

scared than anything else... I don't

feel it's as big a threat as you

think it is...

FOX (V.O.)

Is that what's affecting your

performance?

SHERMIN:

I'm not being unpatriotic, and I'm

doing my damndest to catch them.

Bell's up on 80 and I'm down here on

70 past Grand Junction. They're

heading west. If they're not flying

we have a damn good chance of getting

them. All I'm asking is that you

people think about it.

FOX (V.O.)

You just do your job, Shermin. We'll

make the policy.

EXT. HIGHWAY 70 - DAY

The semi is in the slow lane. Its right rear turn signal

blinks steadily telling US that it is leaving the highway

and going north at the intersection ahead.

INT. HALF HOUSE - DAY

Jenny stirs awake under the windbreaker in the bedroom as a

sloppy DOWNSHIFT JOLTS the house. Her eyes flutter open and

she looks around the room trying to figure out where she is.

The truck leans into the turn. Jenny braces herself on one

arm and sits up.

Catching the windbreaker as it slips off her front, she

remembers that she was shot and examines her right side. She

runs her fingers over her cheek and neck, across her shoulder

and down her side, feeling for traces of the wounds she knows

she sustained. She has been completely healed and there are

no scars. She leans forward and looks down the hallway.

JENNY:

Hello... hello.

The WIND snapping the polyethylene is the only answer she

gets. She picks her blouse off the floor next to her purse,

but throws it aside and shrugs into the windbreaker when she

sees the blood and bullet holes.

Her sudden rise to a standing position makes her light-headed

and she has to lean against the doorway until the spinning

stops. With her hands outstretched, as guards against the

sway of the truck, Jenny shuffles down the hallway.

JENNY:

Hello. Where are you?

There is no one in the kitchen and she continues into the

living room. It is empty. Jenny opens the door to an enclosed

back porch. It is also empty. The STAR MAN is gone. She

returns to the living room and stands there not really knowing

what to do next. The countryside rushes by outside a floor-

to-ceiling picture window.

A WAIL FROM the semi's AIR HORN jars Jenny out of her reverie

and she goes to press her cheek against the window. She is

looking past her left hand at the road when she notices a

wide green ring on her finger above her wedding band. She

steps back from the window to examine it, then with some

trepidation, twists it off. As it clears the end of her

finger, the STAR MAN's VOICE SPEAKS OUT OF IT.

STAR MAN (V.O.)

Jennyhay...

Jenny drops the ring as if she'd been stung. The STAR MAN's

voice stops as soon as she does and the ring bounces across

the floor until it hits the baseboard. It looks innocent

enough lying there, but Jenny has a great deal of trouble

making herself approach it.

When she finally picks it up, it does nothing. She turns it

in her hand and when the side of the ring hole that was facing

her when she took the ring off faces her again, the STAR

MAN's VOICE CONTINUES.

STAR MAN (V.O.)

...nd. You are all fixed. I'm sorry

you were shot. I was a big problem

for you. Thank you for your help. I

can go to my ship alone now.

EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY

The semi is picking up speed as it heads north.

EXT. SEMI'S CAB - DAY

The Driver checks his side view mirror to see if the lane

next to him is clear and is astonished to see a woman's arm

sticking out of the polyethylene waving a blouse at him.

EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY

Smoke billows from under the tires as the semi skids to a

stop.

EXT. SEMI - DAY

Jenny, her purse over her shoulder, is running toward the

cab as the Driver steps out with a wrench in his hand.

JENNY:

Where did you stop last?

DRIVER:

What the hell do you think you're

doing?

JENNY:

Where did you stop last?

DRIVER:

Stay right there...

JENNY:

What was your last stop?

DRIVER:

Elmo's...

JENNY:

Where's that?

DRIVER:

About five miles back.

Jenny's thumb is already out for a ride as she sprints across

the highway.

DRIVER:

(shouting after her)

Are there any more in there?

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