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11.

FLYNN, a sinister looking lowlife around 28, stands in the

doorway. Dirtbag good looks punctuated by soulless eyes. 357

Magnum hanging in his hand. Flynn assesses the room.

Flynn walks to the closet. Opens it to find...

A TEN YEAR OLD BOY is huddled in fear in the corner of the

closet.

INT. HOUSE - DOWNSTAIRS - DAY

TWO MEN and a WOMAN are packing up the living room. They are

single minded, like movers on a job. Constructing boxes.

Carefully wrapping the finer things. Labeling. Sealing them

up. An efficient machine.

A THIRD GUNSHOT shatters the upstairs.

The woman, TAMARA, 28 and sizzling hot, and with the moral

center of a concentration camp guard, flits her eyes upward.

Hoag and Flynn enter the living room.

ALBERT, 26, a loyal acolyte of Hoag’s, grabs the box and

heads to the door.

DENNY, 19, with the spine of an oyster, dutifully follows.

Albert opens the front door where...

A GIANT, A HULKING FIGURE, 6’8”, maybe 450 pounds, stands

there. Dumb obedience. Albert shoves the box in his hands.

The Giant takes the box and loads it into...

EXT. HOUSE - DAY

The WORK VAN. He slides the box in with a couple dozen more

just like it. All neatly labeled and inventoried.

Suddenly the music stops and the silence is slowly replaced

by the delicate sounds of nature. Hoag and the crew silently

exit the house.

EXT. HOUSE - DRIVEWAY - DAY

The Van is pulling out. Hoag driving. Tamara next to him.

Behind them, Albert drives the Pick-Up and the Giant rides

shotgun.

The bikes roll up to Hoag’s side. Hoag rolls down the window.

Flynn flips his visor up.

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HOAG

Flynn, clear the path with Denny.

Angel’s coming in tomorrow so that

should give us plenty of time to

unload.

FLYNN

Done.

He flips his visor and both bikes scream out of the driveway.

The Van and Pick-Up pull slowly after them.

INT. MOTEL - ROOM 8 - DUSK

Betty sleeps soundly. Suddenly her eyes snap open. The CREAK

AND CLICK of the room door opening.

She slowly rolls over as...

Driver enters. She looks at him. A sadness in her eyes.

DRIVER

I had to...

BETTY

Don’t.

Beat.

DRIVER

I’m hungry.

BETTY

So go eat.

DRIVER

And leave you here alone? Right.

BETTY

Why don’t you just go to dinner

with your girlfriend?

DRIVER

Would you be rational?

BETTY

How dare you ask me that. I know

what you were doing out there.

DRIVER

You’re wrong.

Beat.

13.

BETTY

Fine.

INT. BMW - DUSK

Harris stands outside the passenger window. Gives Driver and

Betty directions.

HARRIS

You wanna head through Missoula.

Not much there but straight up fast

food and then shoot about twenty

minutes or so down 56. You’ll pass

some bombed out gas station on the

right and then about ten minutes

after that is Helen’s Place. Great

fish. Good pasta. Knockout steak.

DRIVER

Great. Thanks.

Harris leans in to Betty.

HARRIS

This guy treating you well?

Betty just stares at him. Beat.

HARRIS

Alright, then. Well you two kids

enjoy yourselves.

EXT. MOTEL - PARKING LOT - SAME

The BMW eases its way onto the road and, pulling the U-Haul,

heads north.

INT. BMW - DUSK

Driver and Betty drive in silence. Then...

DRIVER

This is all about her, isn’t it?

BETTY

Can you possibly imagine it being

about anyone else?

DRIVER

Might we just enjoy a pleasant

dinner?

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Beat.

BETTY

I suppose so.

EXT. RURAL ROAD - DUSK

The dipping sun filters orange through the dense forest. The

BMW cruises, navigating languid curves as it chases the day.

INT. BMW - NIGHT

Passing the ABANDONED GAS STATION Harris told them about...

DRIVER

There it is.

A sign hangs askew...letters missing - HOAG’S FI LI G

STATION.

BETTY

What?

The WHITE WORK VAN IDLES next to one of the beat up

buildings.

DRIVER

The gas station. Restaurant must be

right up here a bit.

EXT. ABANDONED GAS STATION - NIGHT

As the BMW drives past, headlights on Hoag’s van dim to

black.

EXT. HELEN’S STEAKHOUSE - NIGHT

The BMW turns into the deserted parking lot. Parks.

Driver and Betty get out of the car. Walk to the front.

BETTY

I don’t think we’ll have any

trouble getting a table.

DRIVER

Note to self, don’t order the fish.

Betty giggles.

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DRIVER

Ah ha! A sign of forgiveness.

BETTY

Don’t get carried away.

INT. HELEN’S STEAKHOUSE - NIGHT

Cozy and cheesy. Helen, 60, greets her guests.

HELEN

Hello there, weary travelers.

Driver looks at Betty, “Weary travellers?”.

HELEN

Harris called ahead. Said you’d be

in. It’s awful quiet these months.

Not quite summer, not quite fall.

No one wants to freeze their butts

off and look at a bunch of green

leaves.

(beat)

Sit anywhere you want.

(beat)

In about a month these parts’ll be

crawling.

Driver gestures for Betty to pick a table. She grabs the

closest one.

HELEN

You sure you want to sit there?

There are some nicer --

BETTY

This will do.

As they sit.

HELEN

Of course. Amber will be right with

you.

Helen walks off. Shouts into the kitchen.

HELEN

Amber. Table.

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INT. HELEN’S STEAKHOUSE - LATER

A personable WAITRESS, AMBER, 18, with a hard local edge,

rattles off some specials.

AMBER

The fish tonight is a terrific John

Dory. Fantasmic. And the steak is

an aged rib-eye.

DRIVER

Is it aged because no one orders

it?

AMBER

Very funny. Let me get you

something to drink to start.

DRIVER

Wine.

Suddenly, the front door swings open and Hoag, Albert, Denny,

Tamara and Flynn enter.

Amber mutters.

AMBER

(sotto)

Ah, crap.

They walk past Driver’s table. Driver stares at them, but

they never look his way.

They grab a table and sit down. Hoag snaps his fingers for

Amber’s attention.

INT. HELEN’S STEAKHOUSE - LATER

Driver is carving into a fat steak, bloody. Betty eats a

salad.

DRIVER

You sure you don’t want some of

this? It’s not bad at all.

BETTY

I’m sure.

DRIVER

Betty.

She doesn’t look up. Tears in her eyes fall to her cheeks.

It’s tragic.

17.

Just then, FLYNN flips one of the chairs and sits down with

them.

Driver and Betty share a troubling look.

FLYNN

You people from around here?

Beat. Flynn turns to his companions.

FLYNN

I think they’re mutes.

DRIVER

We’re just passing through.

Flynn looks out to the parking lot. Sees the BMW and the UHaul.

FLYNN

Are you moving?

DRIVER

Relocating.

FLYNN

Must make you nervous.

DRIVER

What’s that?

FLYNN

Travelling with all your worldly

belongings.

Driver looks at Betty.

DRIVER

(re: Betty)

This is my only worldly belonging.

FLYNN

Aw. That’s sweet.

Betty turns to Flynn.

BETTY

Please. We don’t want any trouble.

FLYNN

Excuse me?

DRIVER

Look, just forget it.

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Flynn smacks the table with the palm of his hand, silencing

Driver.

FLYNN

Way I see it, your girl views me as

the unsavory type. Is that true? Do

you see me as someone not worth

knowing? Uncouth, perhaps?

Flynn reaches across the table and places his palm over

Betty’s hand.

FLYNN

Is that how it is?

Driver stands up, but Betty pulls her hand away first.

BETTY

(to Driver)

Don’t.

Flynn is on his feet, as well. Stares Driver down.

FLYNN

You best listen to the girl --

Hoag places his firm hand on Flynn’s shoulder. The others are

next to him with bags of take-out.

HOAG

Don’t mind my buddy, here. His idea

of friendliness is to scare the

tourists.

Flynn smiles a broad grin at Driver and Betty.

FLYNN

Boo.

HOAG

Let’s go.

Flynn pauses, then follows the others as they exit the

restaurant. As they leave, Flynn mutters softly...

FLYNN

(sotto)

Seems Christmas come early this

year.

And as the door closes...

Amber appears next to the table.

19.

AMBER

Sorry about them. They’re the local

color that insist on painting

everything black. All small town’s

got ‘em.

Driver observes through the window as Hoag, Tamara and Albert

climb into a Dodge pick-up. Flynn and Denny get on their

bikes. Multiple engines roar to life and the vehicles kick up

gravel out of the parking lot.

DRIVER

That’s fine.

(beat)

We’ll just take a check, thanks.

EXT. HELEN’S STEAKHOUSE - PARKING LOT - NIGHT

Driver and Betty walk to their car. Driver disengages the

alarm.

He opens the door for Betty. As she slips into the passenger

seat she notices him staring off down the road.

BETTY

Don’t worry about it.

He snaps out of it.

DRIVER

People like that...they...lack

creativity.

BETTY

There are worse sins.

DRIVER

Not many.

He walks around the driver’s side and gets in.

EXT. RURAL ROAD - NIGHT

Heading back, the BMW passes the abandoned gas station. It’s

empty now.

INT. BMW - NIGHT

Driver and Betty drive into the bleak night. Headlights pick

up the occasional set of eyes peering curiously off the road.

20.

Driver is stone. Betty sits morose in the passenger seat. The

tension in the air is thick.

DRIVER

I thought we were moving on.

BETTY

That’s easy for you to say.

DRIVER

Can’t we just let it go? Agree to

disagree?

BETTY

I’ve been here before, remember? I

replaced the last one. I’ll never

forget how I felt when you got rid

of her. Like it was just a matter

of time.

DRIVER

That’s not going to happen. In fact

it’s demeaning that you view our

relationship in those terms.

BETTY

It feels the same now.

(beat)

I’m fighting for my life here.

DRIVER

If it’s a fight you want, there can

be only one outcome. You might want

to do some soul searching before

you go there.

Just then, a MOTORCYCLE flies past the car. Must be going 180

mph. And then the other one.

BETTY

Oh, my God.

Driver weaves to the side of the road. He looks in the side

mirror. Nothing.

BETTY

You shouldn’t have started with

those locals. They were weird.

DRIVER

They don’t know from weird.

Driver accelerates. Ahead...