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Bobby stumbles from the store as the screen burns a bright white.

FADE TO:

EXT. STREET - LATER

BOBBY, dazed and holding his head, sits on the ground next to a

SPIGOT that is dripping water. He cups his hands under the

water and splashes it against his face, lightly wiping the cut

above his eye. The SHERIFF'S CAR goes wailing by on the main

drag. Recoiling from being spotted, Bobby tries to take another

drink. A SCORPION crawls out of the faucet. He jumps back.

EXT. HARLIN'S GARAGE - LATER

DARRELL is leaning under the hood of a car working on its engine

as BOBBY walks up.

BOBBY:

Hey.

DARRELL:

Hey, your ... what the hell happened to

you?

BOBBY:

Nothing.

DARRELL:

Don't look like nothing.

BOBBY:

Just banged my head. It was an accident.

DARRELL:

Another accident? You got to be more

careful.

Bobby rolls his eyes. Then notices the front fenders have been

removed.

BOBBY:

What the hell happened to my car?

DARRELL:

Bottom hose was shot too. Rotted clear

through. Had to put a new one in. Runs like

a dream now.

BOBBY (suspicious)

How much?

DARRELL:

Well ... you got your parts, you got your

labour ... let's call it a hundred-fifty

bucks.

BOBBY:

How much!?

DARRELL:

Hundred-fifty.

BOBBY:

To replace a goddamn radiator hose!?

DARRELL:

A goddamn radiator hose in a

sixty-four-and-a-half Mustang. You know

how long it took me to find that hose?

BOBBY:

About an hour and a half, because that's

all the longer I've been gone.

DARRELL:

Actually, it's been about three hours.

You're the one thinks that car's so damn

fancy. What you expect but fancy damn

prices?

BOBBY:

That's a Ford, not a Ferrari. You going to

tell me no one else in this sh*t hole

drives a Ford?

DARRELL:

"That's not just a Ford, that's a

sixty-four-and-a-half Mustang."

BOBBY:

What's that got to do with the radiator hose?

DARRELL:

I don't know, but "it's the reason I'm living

here and you're just passing through." Now you

owe me a hundred-fifty dollars.

BOBBY:

It might as well be fifteen-hundred

dollars, because I don't have the money.

DARRELL:

Then you ain't gonna have the car.

BOBBY:

Listen, man. I got rolled half an hour ago

for everything I had.

Bobby digs through his bloodied wallet, trying to hide it from

Darrell. He fishes out a five dollar bill. Then digs out a

bloody one dollar bill from his pocket.

BOBBY:

I've got five...six dollars.

Darrell snatches the five from him and adds it to a thick wad of

greasy bills he carries in his overalls.

DARRELL:

Then you're only a hundred-forty-five in

the hole. You can keep that dollar. Now

why don't you just take your American

Express Gold Card, and call that guy with

the big schnooz on TV and have him send you

the money lickity split.

BOBBY:

I don't have a goddamn credit card.

DARRELL:

Now that's too bad. I sure hope you know

how to wash dishes or shovel sh*t 'cause

you're gonna have to work this one off.

Bobby proffers his Movado watch.

BOBBY:

Look, I got a Movado. It's worth at least

seven, eight hundred. You could sell it for

that.

DARRELL (studying it)

Who the hell to? Sh*t, can't see no

numbers.

BOBBY:

You don't need numbers. That's why it's

expensive. Look at the gold.

Darrell doubts that, shake his head.

DARRELL:

...got no day, got no date. Probably ain't

worth a duck's fart (proffers his own

watch). This one here cost me $3.75 and

it's got every doodad you can imagine. No

sir I'll stick with this (walks away).

BOBBY:

You son of a b*tch! I'll have my lawyers

shut you down.

DARRELL:

You ain't got no credit card but you got a

lawyer. Sweet talk me all you want. Didn't

you read the sign? It says...

BOBBY:

What sign? F*** the sign. I want my car.

DARRELL:

I want my hundred and forty-five dollars.

Bobby stands his ground for a moment as if deciding whether or

not to fight for the car, then wheels and walks away.

Darrell looks at him, smirks.

INT. TRUCK STOP/DINER - LATER

It is a little worn diner-type stop one would find on most any

open road:
Counter with stools, laminated menus, a Wurlitzer in

the corner belching out country TUNES. Business is slow but

it's the only restaurant in town. There is a SHORT ORDER COOK in

the kitchen, and FLO, a hard-looking waitress is behind the

counter. A couple of regular drivers, ED and BOYD, are seated

on the stools, Boyd is flipping a coin.

ED:

One-hundred-thirteen degrees. That was

back in July of forty-seven. That afternoon

it dropped down to forty three! True story.

BOYD:

One time last year I remember it went from

98 to 23 same day. Wind, black clouds come

out like...

BOBBY comes out of the men's room and sits at the end of the

counter. He has cleaned himself up a bit but still looks like a

mess. He buries his face in the menu.

BOBBY:

You got a beer?

FLO:

What kind?

BOBBY:

Beck's.

FLO:

No Beck's. A-1, Coors...

BOBBY:

Heineken?

FLO:

No, we ain't got no Heineken. We got

Miller.

BOBBY:

Genuine Draft?

FLO:

No. Just plain ol' Miller. Now you can

f***in' take it or you can f***in' leave

it.

BOBBY:

I'll f***in' take it. To go.

SHORT ORDER COOK

Flo, cheeseburger bleedin'.

FLO:

I'll be right back with that beer.

Flo moves off.

BOBBY:

...and a waitress named Flo. Christ.

As Bobby stares at the money on the counter in front of him, he

hears, from somewhere outside the diner, the sound of a POLICE

RADIO crackling. He now feels something against his foot. He

looks down and sees a CAT rubbing against his leg. He gives it

a good kick sending it sliding across the floor with a screech.

BOBBY:

F***ing cat.

In the background, two teenagers sit at a booth. TOBY looks the

part of a local, wearing jeans and a white T-shirt. His hair is

cropped close and he looks to be a senior in high school. His

girl, JENNY, is nondescript, neither ugly nor beautiful. She is

the kind of girl most guys would pass without a second look.

Toby gets up from his booth and goes to the bathroom. After he

is gone Jenny walks to Bobby.

JENNY:

Hey, Mister. You gotta quarter for the

juke?

BOBBY:

What?

JENNY:

I wanna play a song on the juke. You got a

quarter?

Bobby looks at Jenny, then picks a quarter from his winnings and

flips it to her. He can't resist putting a little charm into it.

JENNY:

What happened to your hand?

BOBBY:

I cut it shaving; I know, I gotta be more

careful.

JENNY:

Got any requests?

BOBBY:

That country sh*t all sounds the same to

me.

JENNY:

How about I pick one out for you?

Bobby half smiles. Jenny plays a song. Patsy Cline's "Your

Cheatin' Heart." Jenny takes up a stool next to Bobby's.

JENNY:

You like Patsy Cline? I just love her.

How come, I wonder, she don't put out no

more new records.

BOBBY:

Cause she's dead.

JENNY:

Gee, that's sad. Don't that make you sad?

BOBBY:

I've had time to get over it.

JENNY:

You're not from around here, are you?

Where you from?

BOBBY:

Oz.

JENNY:

You ain't from Oz. Oz is in that movie.

BOBBY:

You're too quick for me.

Toby walks back into the room. He looks at Jenny. He looks at

Bobby. He looks at Jenny talking to Bobby. He loses it.

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