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a movie R.B. Armstrong FADE IN: INT. A CAR PARKED ON WILSHIRE BLVD. - DAY We see inserts of a hand twisting a key in the ignition of a car, starting it up. A foot in a black Converse high-top sneaker with purple laces pressing the gas pedal. A hand shifting the car into drive, both hands turning the steering wheel, etc. A hand slides a cassette tape into the car's stereo system and "Walking In L.A.", a song by the band Missing Persons begins. Just before the hands put on a pair of sunglasses we see the face of the driver of the car. His name is GLEN MANNING and he is a wiseass. Manning is somewhere between the age of twenty-five and forty but there is no way to determine his exact age. He wears a black baseball cap that says "90049" on it in a plain white font and a black T-shirt and jeans. He pulls into traffic and SINGS along with the song as opening credits begin. Suddenly two cars pull up behind him, SCREECHING tires, the whole bit. The drivers of the cars are tough guys with guns. Manning notices them in his rear-view but he stays calm, still singing along with the song. SUPERED TITLE: SANTA MONICA, CALIFORNIA After some obligatory car chase stuff (SKIDDING around corners, bad guys SHOOTING at the good guy, the good guy driving fancy - the usual kinds of things that happen in movies like this) we find that the bad guys have caught up with Manning. Their cars are positioned on either side of Manning's car, keeping pace with him. The DRIVER OF THE CAR TO MANNING'S LEFT points a 12-gage shotgun at Manning, who doesn't seem very concerned about this in the slightest. This kind of thing happens to him almost every day. Pull that hunk of shit over, Manning! We want the goddamn envelope and we fucking want it now! MANNING Woah! Nice vocabulary! Was college a lot of fun for you? Manning leans over to the passenger's side just as Left Driver pulls both triggers. The shotgun BLAST goes straight through Manning's car missing Manning completely but taking off the entire head of the driver of the car on Manning's right side. Right Driver's body slumps forward, his foot pressing the accelerator. The car, now pretty much minus a driver, swerves to the right and speeds towards the sidewalk. EXT. SIDEWALK Right Driver's car SMASHES into a lamp post. His headless body CRASHES through the windshield and soars through the air, landing on the hood of a car about to pull out of a parking lot. A MAN and WOMAN in the car SCREAM but no one is injured. INT. MANNING'S CAR Manning, still leaning over on the passenger side and singing along with the song, opens the clove compartment and roots through the contents until he finds a small can of pepper spray. He raises up and sprays Left Driver square in the face. EXT. LEFT DRIVER'S CAR Left Driver SCREAMS and claws at his eyes as he punches the gas involuntarily. His car veers to the left, picking up speed as it cuts across oncoming traffic and heads into a large supermarket parking lot. The car scrapes the rear of a parked Pinto. The Pinto EXPLODES flipping Left Driver's car into a perfect spiral, spinning sideways and on fire as it continues forward on its way toward a huge supermarket window. INT. SUPERMARKET Left Driver's car CRASHES through the window and slams head-on and upside down into an aisle of groceries. That aisle of groceries tips over and smacks into the next aisle which knocks over the aisle after that, which knocks over the aisle after that, etc., etc., etc. levelling the entire store like a knocked over row of dominoes. Shoppers rush out of the way, SCREAMING. All escape injury. Through the cracked windshield we can see that Left Driver is dead, a gash in his forehead oozing blood. Left Driver's car EXPLODES in a large orange fireball. INT. MANNING'S CAR Manning smiles and continues singing and driving. It's just another average sunny day in Santa Monica. The song and opening credits have finished. JUMP CUT TO: INT. A BATHROOM AT A PARTY - NIGHT The door flies open and FILLAMINA MINYON, a painfully beautiful, blond, twenty five year old rock and roll singer in a knee weakening, low cut pink dress, pushes SCOTT CAREY, a brown haired studious type in his mid-twenties, down to a sitting position on the toilet. She kisses him hard over and over again, running her pink fingernailed hands over Scott's body. It's obvious that she is just moments away from screwing his brains out. Fil kicks the door closed with her foot and undoes Scott's belt and pants. Throbbing party MUSIC (insert potential hit single here) can be heard from the next room. (in-between kisses) Fil, aren't you going to lock the door? FIL No. It's much more dangerous this way. Scott and Fil giggle at this and kiss some more. Fil pulls Scott's pants down as he tries to carry on a conversation. Wow! We only met twenty minutes ago! You happen to be my favorite rock and roll star, you know? FIL (almost breathless) Thank you, that turns me on even more. SCOTT There I was, sitting on the couch watching you and wondering what to say... Fil giggles and starts pulling at Scott's underwear. Ooh! I love plaid boxer shorts! SCOTT ...and out of everybody at this party you end up sitting next to me, Scott Carey! Boy Taxidermist! Fil fluffs out her skirt and straddles Scott, taking him inside herself (we don't see this of course, it's only an R rated movie!). Scott groans with pleasure as Fil starts to wiggle in his lap. Who would have thought that Fillamina Minyon was into taxidermy? FIL I think taxidermists are sexy. Fil is really letting Scott have it. Both are near orgasm. I have all your albums. Suddenly we hear a BUZZING sound. Scott looks around the bathroom , trying to find the source of the buzzing. What the hell is that? FIL It's nothing! Forget about it! SCOTT No, really! What the...? It dawns on him. OH, NO! NOT NOW! Fil is going all but insane. Grinding and SCREAMING, she rips open her dress and presses her breasts in Scott's face. OH, SCOTT! OH, MY GOD! THAT'S PERFECT! JUMP CUT TO: INT. SCOTT'S BEDROOM - DAY Scott bolts up to a sitting position. He is in bed and it was all a dream, the buzzing sound coming from his alarm clock. He grabs the clock and bangs it on the nightstand. I never get to finish! Fuck! Just once! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! He throws the clock out the window. Well, he tries to anyway. The clock CRASHES through the window which is closed. I HATE ALARM CLOCKS! I HATE 'EM! He gets out of bed and we can see that he is wearing a T-shirt with a stylised logo that says "Dobbs' School of Taxidermy" and plaid boxer shorts. He heads into the bathroom. He turns on the SHOWER and closes the bathroom door. SUPERED TITLE: SAN DIEGO A beat or two passes and the bathroom door opens. Scott walks back into the bedroom and picks up the January, 1985 issue of Playboy off of his dresser. He goes back into the bathroom and SLAMS the door closed. CUT TO: EXT. THE FEDERAL BUILDING IN WESTWOOD - DAY Establishing shot. INT. THE LOBBY OF THE D.A.D. Elevator doors open and Manning steps into the lobby of The Department of Acquisition and Dispersal, a highly secret branch of the United States Government. There is a large sign behind PAULA, the receptionist's desk, with a very official looking logo that says: "To Collect And Drop Off.". We can see typists in cubicles tapping away at keyboards. Manning, holding a manilla envelope, steps up to Paula. She's the snotty New York type (but cute). SUPERED TITLE: WESTWOOD Hi, Paula! How's his mood? PAULA Hey, c'mon, Glen! You did destroy a supermarket today! Jeezus! MANNING I really shouldn't have called that in. She laughs as Manning continues on his way. INT. KRELMAN'S OFFICE KRELMAN, the head of the D.A.D, sits behind his desk, talking on the phone. He is a balding man who is about 55 years old. His office is one of very sturdy and highly polished wood furniture and old leather bound books. (into phone) No. I don't care. Look, if you two can't do your jobs I'll find someone who can. Don't raise your voice at me. Manning enters and Krelman motions for him to sit down as he finishes his phone call. Well, why didn't you say so in the first place? Yes, alright, I sure will. Okay. Be sure to wish Dad a happy birthday. Okay. Bye, Mom. He hangs up and turns to Manning. Don't ask. MANNING I wasn't going to. KRELMAN Do you have the envelope? MANNING Right here. Manning hands it over. Good. Very good. Krelman picks up the phone and punches in three numbers. He waits a moment then speaks. Duke? It's here. Of course it's complete. Fine, Duke, I'll be waiting. He hangs up and turns back to Manning. KRELMAN How are you? You're about to yell. KRELMAN What makes you think that? MANNING That vein. In your neck. The big blue one? It's throbbing again. Krelman really tries to hold it in. You destroyed a supermarket this afternoon, didn't you, Glen? Do you know what the President had to say about that? MANNING The President of the United States? Krelman freaks out at this. No! The president of the New Monkees Fan Club! She said Jared was bored and she wondered if you could drop by and blow up his house! If it isn't too much of a bother, of course! MANNING Wow! You know the President of... Krelman cuts him off and grabs a letter opener. I dare you to finish that sentence! I double dare you! MANNING They had guns, Krelman. What was I supposed to do? KRELMAN I don't know! How about lose them? That's what I would've done! Innocent people could have been killed, Glen! That's not what this department was contracted to do! MANNING It was Stone and Brady. KRELMAN Stone and Brady? Are you serious? MANNING As serious as your hairline. Krelman puts down the letter opener and lightens up. That's pretty serious, Glen. Are they dead? MANNING Brady is for sure. I don't know about Stone but it looked like it to me. KRELMAN That changes everything. Hang on a minute. Krelman picks up the phone, dials three numbers and waits a moment. Paula? Hello. Could you be a dear and get me the L.A.P.D? Have Captain Golden meet me here at 5:30. Yes...and if it's not too much trouble could you have Storms and Reddington from Truth Arrangement be here too? Thank you. He hangs up and turns to Manning. Where was I? MANNING Stone and Brady? KRELMAN Goodbye and good riddens. They were maniacs. Evil men. No, before that. MANNING The President? KRELMAN Ah, yes. The President called me earlier with a very special assignment. He asked for you personally even though you blew things up today. It's not pretty when he's mad, you know? MANNING When do I collect it? KRELMAN Tomorrow night. Then you have to be in New York for the drop off A.S.A.P. MANNING Geeze, Krelman, I have to be in San Diego for Radcliffe's funeral tomorrow. KRELMAN I know how close you and Cliffie were, Glen. But please do this one for me. Our funding is up for review next month. We could all be out in the street, including you. MANNING If you're gonna beg. All right, but you owe me big time, Krelman. KRELMAN Good! Very, very Good! Here. Take this with you. Krelman hands Manning a file folder. The printing on the cover says "PROJECT: ANGORA". It's sealed with a strip of paper that says "MANNING'S EYES ONLY". KRELMAN You're the only person who's authorized to read it. Look it over tonight and if you have any questions... MANNING I know. "Don't bother asking.". Manning stands. He and Krelman shake hands. I really do owe you for this one, Glen. Oh! Almost forgot! The President said , and this is a direct quote, "Beware of The Angora Conundrum!". MANNING That's a movie, isn't it? Harrison Ford and Tor Johnson? I've seen it twice. It was one of those Robert Ludlum books. KRELMAN Could you try to take this with a just a dollop of seriousness? You are working for the government, you know? MANNING Okay, okay. I'll "Beware of The Angora Conundrum". Whatever that is. Talk to ya soon. KRELMAN I'll be waiting to hear from you. Manning exits. CUT TO: INT. MANNING'S APT. - NIGHT Manning is sitting on his couch, reading the file while the 11:00 news plays on the television. He turns a page and reads for a moment. That's what that means! SUPERED TITLE: LOS ANGELES Manning looks to the TV as he turns another page. (on the TV) Two men killed themselves in a bizarre suicide pact earlier today. Police said that a note was found in the home of one Victor Brady, a resident of West Hollywood. The note said, and I quote, "Randy Stone and I just can't stand it no more. There's nothing wrong with us being gay. It's just the way we are. We feel that by killing ourselves and hopefully some other people in big blazing auto wrecks it will prove to the macho men of the world that living in such a unfair society can only lead to a life of...". Manning clicks off the TV with the remote. Those guys in Truth Arrangement sure know their stuff. FADE TO BLACK. CUT TO: EXT. SCOTT'S HOUSE - DAY It's a sunny day. The door opens and Scott exits, carrying a medium sized ice chest and a small sack of groceries. He is wearing a faded black T-shirt that has a picture of Fillamina Minyon on the front and on the back says "Fil and Tropik's Too Pink to Think Tour 1996" and has a list of cities and tour dates. He locks the front door, drops the keys in the mail slot and walks to his car, an old green four door, and puts the chest and sack on the front seat on the passenger's side. He gets in the car and starts it up. As he waits for the engine to warm up he pops open a can of Cactus Cooler and waves goodbye to his house (the bedroom window is still broken). May your window be fixed by your next renter and may your woodwork never rot! SUPERED TITLE: SAN DIEGO He takes a long pull off of the Cactus Cooler, puts on a pair of sunglasses, and drives off. CUT TO: EXT. GRAVEYARD - DAY Three mourners are in the process of leaving Radcliffe's grave. Manning leans against his car, wearing a Walkman, as he watches. "Born, Never Asked", a song by Laurie Anderson, plays on Manning's Walkman (and over as well). We hear nothing else. After a few moments the mourners are gone. Manning approaches the grave alone. The tombstone says "R.N. Radcliffe - Trusted Friend". Manning shuts off the Walkman and pulls a pint of bourbon out of his coat. He opens it and takes a long swig. Sorry I missed the funeral, Cliffie. I just couldn't handle seeing your family. Don't worry about our deal though. A promise is a promise and I promise I won't go back on my promise. He takes another drink and pours the rest on the grave. I miss you. Say hello to Marilyn Monroe for me, tough guy. He caps the bottle and puts it in his pocket then he turns his Walkman on and heads back to his car. FADE TO BLACK. CUT TO: INT. SCOTT'S CAR - DAY Scott is driving on a freeway. He is wearing one of those headsets like telephone operators have, the ones with that little piece of bent plastic tubing with a mini microphone pointing towards their mouths. The headset is plugged into a boombox. Um...lessee here...I'm Scott Carey and this is an audio taped record of my trip across this great country of ours! Graduating from Dobbs' School Of Taxidermy went off without a hitch and I expect to be in New York within a week or so. I'm gonna kind of take it easy, check out the sights and like that. Grand Canyon, that giant cave with all the bats in it, that other place. I can't remember just exactly what the place is but I know I wanna see it. Anyway, I packed up the car, gassed up the tank, and here I am! On my way to The Big Apple! I'm recording this trip on cassette so that when I'm old and grey I'll have something to remember it with. Is that planning or what? So I'm gonna stop in a little town called... SUPERED TITLE: OUTSIDE RANCHO ENCHILADA ...Rancho Enchilada for lunch then I'm off to "Lost Wages" for a basic tourist jaunt: dinner and little gambling. I'll tell ya more later. This is Scott Carey signing off. He slides a tape of The Moody Blues Greatest Hits into the car stereo and the song "Knights In White Satin" begins. He sings along with it half-heartedly. After a minute or so we: CUT TO: INT. MANNING'S CAR - DAY Manning is driving on the freeway too. He is singing along with the remake of the song "Knights In White Satin" recorded by The Dickies. He screams along with the lyrics and keeps time by pounding on the steering wheel. After a minute or so Scott passes Manning's car. Scott looks at Manning as if Manning were insane. Manning doesn't notice. After a beat or two Manning's car passes Scott's, tearing down the freeway. CUT TO: EXT. DINER - DAY An establishing shot of a diner with a sign that says, "Rancho Enchilada Enchilada Ranch Restaurant, "The Best Enchiladas In All Of Rancho Enchilada! Four Stars!" - The Rancho Enchilada Daily Rancho Enchiladian". SUPERED TITLE: THREE GUESSES... INT. DINER - TWENTY MINUTES LATER Scott is looking over a book of weird American tourist sites and making plans for his road trip as he sits at the counter eating from a plate of enchiladas and lasagna. He skims a few pages and mutters to himself. Hmmm. There's a giant ball of twine in Minnesota. Might be worth checking out on the way to New York. MANNING (o.c.) That's in a song, you know? One of Weird Al's best. Right up there with "Dare To Be Stupid". The shot widens. Manning is sitting next to him. Excuse me? MANNING "The Biggest Ball of Twine in Minnesota"? It's a song by Weird Al Yankovic. SCOTT Do I know you? MANNING No. Not really. That is, not yet. Would you like to? Scott starts to stand and gather up his stuff. He's really scared but trying to keep it together. Well...It's been a real pleasure talking with you... Manning grabs Scott's hand and speaks in a very bad James Bond voice. Manning. Glen Manning. Universal Imports and Exports. SCOTT Is that supposed to be a joke or something? MANNING Well, it would be if you were laughing. Scott grabs his stuff and drops a five dollar bill on the counter. He stumbles nervously on the way out the door. Manning shouts to him. Hey! Call me, huh? Scott doesn't stop. A WAITRESS steps up to the counter as Manning watches Scott through the window. Scott throws his stuff in the back seat and drops his keys twice while getting into his car. He fires up the engine and peels out of the parking lot. There goes one hugely nervous guy. The waitress squints at the five in the light. She stops chewing her gum just long enough to yawn: Yeah, but he's a great tipper. A beat or two passes. Manning prepares to leave. What do I owe you? CUT TO: INT. SCOTT'S CAR - DAY Scott is driving away from the diner. He is visibly shaken and almost freaking out. He speaks into his headset. I don't fucking believe it! I just escaped from a diner where this insane maniac son of a bitch was hitting up on me or something! I'm no sociologist or anything but this guy was fuckin' nuts! Like one of those loonies who keeps a collection of human eyelids in a little box on his fucking nightstand! Maybe worse! I'm lucky I'm alive! Shouldn't the cops be doing something about people like that? I pay sales tax for Christ's sake! What? I can't eat lunch in my own goddamn country without some crazy ass son of a bitch hitting up on me? I mean, let's say you want to grab a bite to eat at a local restaurant, no big deal or anything, so you sit down and order and then some whacko goes and starts to... WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT? EXT. SCOTT'S CAR There is a flash of metal in Scott's lane (actually it's Manning's car but the audience really shouldn't notice until the second time they see the movie). Oh, great! There's someone in my lane! I'm gonna hit him! CA-RUNCH! Scott stomps on the breaks but slams into Manning's car none the less. Manning's car hits Scott's in the passenger side door. Manning's car rolls several times finally coming to rest upside down on the side of the road. Scott skids to a stop a way after Manning's wreck. He sees the accident in his rear-view mirror, looking out the rear window after he stops. Holy shit! Did I just kill that guy? He backs his car up to the wreckage. He throws open his door and, in his excitement, almost strangles himself trying to get out of the car before unfastening his seatbelt. He struggles with the belt latch a few times, gets it undone, and hits his head on the doorframe hard as he tries to stand up. He gets out of the car, and stands. Scott takes two or three steps toward Manning's car and passes out, flat on his back. DISSOLVE TO: EXT. SIDE OF THE ROAD - NIGHT It's about an hour after the wreck. Scott sits on the rear bumper of one of those van sized ambulances holding an ice bag on his head as he watches Manning talk with A COP NAMED KELTON. Manning has a backpack over one shoulder but no baseball cap. A tow truck takes away what is left of Manning's car while PARAMEDICS ONE AND TWO load up the ambulance. As Scott watches, Manning pulls a card out of his wallet and shows it to Kelton. Kelton says something to Manning that Scott can't hear. Manning and Kelton laugh. Scott seems confused. Manning takes out a black Sharpie felt tip pen, signs the back of the card, and hands it back to Kelton. Manning points to Scott and says something and Kelton laughs hard. (to Paramedic Two) Are we all packed up? I think we've got this covered. PARAMEDIC TWO Yeah...hang on a sec. Paramedic One gets in the ambulance. Paramedic Two turns to Scott. Keep that bag on your head for a while and try to get some rest, okay? Scott stands and Paramedic Two closes up the ambulance. Thank you. PARAMEDIC TWO You're welcome. Have a nice trip, now. He calls to Manning. Thanks, Mr. Manning! It was an honor! Manning calls back and waves. All in a night's work, Doctor! Paramedic Two laughs and gets into the ambulance. The Paramedics drive off, leaving Scott standing alone. Manning and Kelton approach him. Well...since nobody got seriously hurt I see no reason to make a big thing out of this. You both happen to be on your way to New York and, seeing as to how you ruined Mr. Manning's car in the wreck and everything it seems to me that if you agree to share the driving to New York with him we can call it even and then we can all be on our way, if you know what I mean. SCOTT Huh? MANNING Simple! You and I drive to New York and I won't press charges or sue you into your next life! Have we got a deal? Scott looks to Kelton. And that's okay with you? KELTON Sure. Seeing as to how...well, you know. You know? SCOTT No. I'm afraid I don't, really. I'm a taxidermist, see? I'm on my way to The Museum of Natural History to intern as a whale stuffer and I caused a big old accident and almost killed a guy but I'm pretty sure that the guy isn't all together sane, or at least has some chemical imbalance or a poor grasp of the world around him and I really think that maybe you could... Manning cuts him off. Cool! We're all in agreement then? I may have lost my baseball cap but I got my cassettes! Let's motorvate! KELTON It's been a pleasure, sir! And don't you worry about the paperwork, I'll take care of everything! MANNING You boys in blue really make it easy. Say hello to the wife and kids for me. KELTON Certainly will! Manning bolts for the car door as he yells over his shoulder to Scott. I'll drive, tough guy! Hop in! It takes Scott three tries before he gets the door open (because of the dent) and another four before he gets it closed. Kelton waves as Manning and Scott drive off then he pulls Manning's card out of his pocket, looks at it, whistles in awe, and walks toward his car. Wait 'til the chief sees this! CUT TO: INT. SCOTT'S CAR - NIGHT Manning drives through the night as Scott thinks to himself. (v.o.) What the fuck is going on? The guy sure seems insane or, at least a little weird but could he actually be dangerous? The cop didn't think so. In fact, the cop looked like he was impressed by this guy and cops have to take all kinds of tests before they are allowed to become cops. They don't give a gun and a fast moving car to just anybody. There are psychological profiles, background investigations, review boards, any number of checks and double checks before someone is allowed to be a policeman. It's not like everybody who applies gets to be a cop. The cop must have seen something in this guy that I couldn't. The cop's keen sense of detection and his ability to think on his feet enabled him to size up the situation and make an educated and rational choice. This guy must be all right. There's nothing to worry about. This is California for Christ's sake! Cops here never make mistakes! Cops are level-headed and they always know what's right. Scott settles in the seat and begins to doze. (v.o.) Well...except for that Rodney King thing. EXT. SCOTT'S CAR Scott bolts upright in a panic. He rolls down the window and pukes his guts out. CUT TO: EXT. VIDDY O'BLIVION - NIGHT Manning pulls Scott's car into the parking lot of a mom and pop video store. INT. SCOTT'S CAR Scott is sleeping. Manning nudges him. Hey, tough guy. I gotta pick something up. You wanna wait in the car? SCOTT No thanks. I think I'll just stay here and sleep some more. Manning smiles, gets out, and heads into the store. SUPERED TITLE: HELLFIRE, ARIZONA INT. VIDDY O'BLIVION It's just like any other video store in these United States. An old movie plays on the store's monitors and an old black guy named DUDLEY sits behind the counter eating a meatball sandwich and drinking a can of Dr. Pepper. There is no one else in the store. Manning enters and walks to the counter. Hi. Are you Dudley? DUDLEY Nothin' but. Who the fuck are you? MANNING I'm Glen. DUDLEY Glen? Or Glenda? MANNING I used to be Glenda. I changed my sex. DUDLEY Back in the violent years? MANNING Yeah. The sun was setting and I had a sinister urge. Dudley winks, reaches under the counter, and hands Glen a Beta tape copy of some cheesy old movie in an original box. Here ya go, my man. MANNING What? Is this Beta? I haven't seen one of these in years. DUDLEY I guess it's a security thing or some such, huh? The fuckin' department don't wanna fuck around this time around. MANNING No lie! Who owns a Beta machine these days? DUDLEY Nobody I know, man. MANNING Exactly... Thanks, Dudley. Stay happy. DUDLEY Not a problem, bro. Enjoy yourself now, ya hear? Manning moves to the door. Dudley calls to him. And don't forget to rewind, motherfucker! I don't work for your ass, you know? A confused look crosses Manning's face. Sorry, man. Force of habit. Manning exits. Dudley waits a moment then picks up the phone and punches in some numbers. Hullo? He picked up the tape and split with it. How the fuck would I know? New York, I think. I'm already a double agent, man. Do I gotta be fuckin' Kreskin too? Why don'cha tap the fuckin' phone? Yeah, that's what I thought you'd say. Later, gator. Dudley giggles as he hangs up. He punches a button on a remote control and the monitors change to a bad seventies teen hooter movie. Shit...motherfuckin' Beta tape? Those white people crack me up! He laughs to himself, kicks back, takes a bite of his sandwich, and watches the movie. FADE TO BLACK CUT TO: INT. SCOTT'S CAR - DAY Scott wakes up. He's a bit groggy. He yawns. My head hurts. MANNING You should stop banging it into cars. Are you hungry? SCOTT Yeah. But only a lot. Do I smell cheeseburgers? MANNING (bad cowboy voice) Only the best gall durn burgers in the in-tire U.S. of A.! Dig in, pardner! Manning tosses him a bag from Burger Meister, a national hamburger chain. Scott pulls a burger out and starts munching. Where are we? MANNING I don't know. Somewhere in Arizona. We're making pretty good time though. Scott eats for a moment. Slowly a look comes over his face. Scott has come to a conclusion. Can you pull the car over? MANNING Hafta take a leak? You got it, tough guy. Hang on a minute. Manning pulls over and parks. Scott tries to open the door three or four times and finally gets it open. He gets out of the car. He stands still for a moment as if thinking about something. Are you alright? I mean if your head's giving you trouble we can stop at a hospital and get you checked out. You did whack your skull pretty bad back there. SCOTT Look... You can keep the car. Just let me get my bag out of the trunk and I'll be on my way. MANNING What are you talking about? SCOTT It's okay. Really. I can walk to the next town and take a bus. MANNING We're driving to New York together, man. Get back in the car. SCOTT No. No thanks. I think I'll get a bus. Manning gets out of the car and walks around to Scott's side. Don't get goofy on me. Do you need to be sedated or something? Scott backs away from him. Stay away from me. MANNING Why? SCOTT Just stay away from me. Okay? MANNING Why are you acting like this? Manning inches closer. Scott backs further away. Because you're a head case, that's why! I mean, I'm really sorry about that wreck. It scared the living shit out of me. I thought I killed you. Fuck! Have you ever killed anybody? MANNING Well...yeah. But only because I had to. SCOTT You are a killer? Holy shit! I knew it! I fucking knew it! Jesus! You're a lousy murderer! Leave me alone, okay? MANNING You don't understand, Scott. SCOTT What the fuck is there to understand? I'm on a fucking road in the middle of Fucking Nowhere, Arizona with a fucking wacko murdering psycho freak, right? I think I understand fucking everything! He picks up a large stick from off the ground and starts waving it like a weapon. I'm one of the good guys, Scott. SCOTT STAY AWAY FROM ME! I'M NOT FUCKING AROUND, MAN! MANNING Scott. I work for the government. The United States Government? SCOTT Oh, sure! You're on a top secret mission! Like you're James Bond and Blofeld's gonna blow up Phoenix and start World War Three unless you stop him? Am I close? MANNING Well...sort of. I'm a collector. I have to get a video tape to New York so it can be safely destroyed because the bad guys want it. They want it so they can hold the entire world hostage. It's my job to stop them. SCOTT That's different! Let's get back in the car and save the world! What was I thinking? MANNING Don't make fun of me, alright? This is serious shit. Scott holds up the stick. Yeah? So's this stick. Manning sighs. He takes a black Sharpie felt tip pen out of his pocket. He points it at Scott. Don't make me use this. Scott laughs. A black Sharpie? What are you gonna do? Write on me? MANNING Put down the stick and get back in the car. Manning steps closer. Scott swings the stick at him. You're gonna squirt poison ink on me, right? Ooh! You spies are all alike! I've seen the movies! MANNING This really isn't very funny, man. SCOTT Death ray. Is that it? Are you gonna vaporize me? Well, you're no match for my mighty stick, Mr. Bond! MANNING I'm warning you, Scott. SCOTT C'mon! Death ray me you crazy ass son of a bitch! I dare you! MANNING Scott. Calm down, okay? SCOTT Death ray me! C'mon you fucking pussy! Fire your super secret pen at me! Manning sighs. He tosses the pen at Scott, hitting him square in the chest. Scott yelps, dropping the stick. The pen bounces off Scott's chest, landing on the ground. Manning sucker punches Scott in the jaw, knocking him out. Scott falls to the dirt. Manning picks up the pen and grabs Scott by the armpits, dragging him towards the car. I really do hate this job sometimes. CUT TO: MONTAGE "Spy World", a song by Wall of Voodoo, plays as we see the following: Manning driving with Scott passed out in the passenger seat. Scott wakes up screaming and waving his fists. Manning punches him out. Manning parked, eating a cheeseburger from Burger Meister. He waves the burger under Scott's nose. Scott wakes up screaming and swinging his fists. He and Manning tussle a bit then Manning punches him out. Manning buying some stuff at a hardware store. Manning carrying a shopping bag from the hardware store to Scott's car. Scott securely duct taped from head to toe in the front seat. He wakes up and starts to squirm and emit muffled screams (his mouth is covered as well). Manning socks him again. Manning is sleeping in a motel bed. Scott is taped up in the bed next to him. Scott wakes up and rolls off of the bed, trying to free himself from the tape. He collides with a nightstand, knocking over a lamp. Manning gets out of bed and punches Scott out again. Manning sighs. He's not going to learn anything if this keeps up. CUT TO: EXT. PHONEBOOTH - DAY Manning is talking on the phone. Hello? Paula? This is gonna sound really stupid but I have to find a Beta machine. Yes, like the video tape. I'm somewhere in New Mexico. Okay, let me write this down... He pulls the black Sharpie out of his pocket. CUT TO: EXT. TV STATION - NIGHT Manning pulls the car into the parking lot of a long deserted local television station. A large faded sign hangs on the front of the building saying "KEDW - CHANNEL 81 - Our Call Letters Don't Spell Anything". There are several garbage cans by the front door. SUPERED TITLE: WALCOTT, NEW MEXICO Manning parks and gets out with his backpack. He goes to the passenger side and tries to open the door three of four times before it opens. He shakes Scott a few times, waking him up. I'm going to take you into this building. There is something I want to show you. I won't hurt you and if you still want to get a bus after you see it I'll drive you to the station and make sure you get off okay. Do we have a deal or would you like to discuss it with Mr. Fist? Scott shakes his head as if to say "No fucking way!". Good. Hey! Cheer up, tough guy! We're gonna see a movie! CUT TO: INT. TV STATION A pair of double doors fly open. Manning is pushing Scott, (who's now taped into an office chair with wheels) down a lighted hallway, looking for the proper door. Good thing the department got the power working. Now, let's see here. Hmmm... Research... News... Children's Programming... Ah! The Vault! Here we go. Manning pushes Scott's chair into the room. INT. THE VAULT The Vault is a storage room filled with old machinery, tapes, monitors, and such. The place is a mess. Manning searches around the room for a moment, finally finding what he came for under a tattered and dusty sheet. He is amazed. Wow! That's gotta be really old! It's the biggest Beta machine I've ever seen! And so it is. The thing is huge, taking up almost an entire wall. Manning looks for a moment and finds a large Frankenstein looking switch. He grabs it with both hands, forcing it down, into the on position. Nothing happens. At first... Aw, shit! Now what are we gonna... Suddenly sparks shoot out here and there and lights come on followed by a low and rather frightening HUM. Scott is so scared his eyes are almost bulging out of his face. Manning slides the Beta tape into a slot and presses a button. Fifteen or twenty monitors of all shapes and sizes are scattered around the room. They all come to life with that FBI warning that all video tapes start with. Manning laughs like an insane Dr. Frankenstein. It works! It fucking works! Haw, haw, haw! In your face, VHS! In your face! Manning pushes another button, scanning to the start of the movie. He presses play then turns to Scott. Get comfy. This is gonna take a while. (Note: At this point Manning shows Scott an old movie that confuses Scott to no end. Manning then cuts Scott out of the duct tape with a large pair of pruning shears and explains things to him. On a second audio track the tape holds the plans for a big bomb that would destroy the world. Scott is pretty sure that Manning is crazy and deftly grabs a large monkey wrench out of a toolbox while Manning isn't looking. Scott lies to Manning and tells him that he will help him take the tape to New York. They gather themselves together and start to exit the building when·) INT. TV STATION HALLWAY Manning and Scott are on their way out of the building. Manning sees a KEDW baseball cap on a desk. He places it on his head and wears it for the rest of the movie. Cool hat. A tough looking guy with an Uzi steps out of the darkness. He is French and speaks with A heavy accent. His name is TALL PIERRE and he wears a black suit. He and Manning know each other. Hello, Manning! Give me the Beta tape or my friend, the Uzi, will have its way with you, no? MANNING Hey! How's it goin', Tall Pierre? That's a great tie! TALL PIERRE No time for the small talk. Give me the tape instead of it now. Scott turns to Manning. Why does that guy have an Uzi? MANNING He wants the tape. Aren't you paying attention? SCOTT Then why don't you give it to him? MANNING Because he's one of the bad guys, Scott. We have to stop him at all costs. The end of the world and all of that stuff? Remember? TALL PIERRE If you gentleman would be so kind for me, could you please walk to the front of me? That way I can keep both my gun and both of my eyes on you both. SCOTT He seems awfully polite for a bad guy. MANNING He's had a lot of training. TALL PIERRE Shall we try to continue this talking somewhere else? Say, inside my car very soon? The night, she is not getting younger, as they say to themselves. Manning and Scott walk to the exit, Tall Pierre behind, holding his gun on them. Manning whispers to Scott. Well, we're screwed. We need a plan. You don't have a gun, do ya? SCOTT No. But I have this... Scott opens his coat a bit, showing Manning the wrench. What the hell do you have that for? SCOTT I was going to hit you in the head with it. MANNING Why? SCOTT So I could get away and go to New York. MANNING YOU WHAT???!!! SCOTT I was going to conk you in the head with a wrench, okay? Are you happy now? I said it! Do you feel better? I said it out loud! Manning turns to Tall Pierre. Do you believe this guy? He was going to hit me in the head! After all I told him! In the head! TALL PIERRE With what would he do that to you with? Manning pulls the wrench out of Scott's coat. With this! A goddamn monkey wrench! TALL PIERRE It's a shame I don't really care for that. Keep moving! Scott turns to Manning. Hey! Gimme a break, will ya? I thought you were nuts! You sure sounded like it at the time! MANNING You thought I was lying? SCOTT No. I thought you were nuts! There's a big difference, ya know? TALL PIERRE Tell the truth to me, are you two dating each other? Would you like to be left alone for some time to work this out with you for love is strange? He laughs at his own joke. Manning laughs with him which makes Tall Pierre laugh even harder. Manning motions to Tall Pierre, he wants to whisper something to him. Tall Pierre bends down and Manning puts his mouth close to Tall Pierre's ear. C'mon, It wasn't that funny. Manning grabs Tall Pierre's head and SCREAMS into his ear as loud as he can. Tall Pierre drops the Uzi in shock as Manning swings hard at Tall Pierre's skull with the monkey wrench. He connects and Tall Pierre goes down in a heap. Fucking French Europeans! Manning picks up Tall Pierre's Uzi and turns to Scott. You all right? SCOTT Yeah. That was amazing! He totally fell for it! How did you do that? MANNING You can do just about anything if you believe in it hard enough. I had the power. It's all in your attitude. SCOTT Oh, cool! I'll have to remember that. Look, let's get out of here before he wakes up. Plan? MANNING Good plan! Manning drops the wrench and they head down the hallway. Shouldn't we be doing something about it? About the tape? If it fell into the wrong hands... MANNING We are doing something about it. We're taking it to New York to get rid of it. It will be safely destroyed and nobody will ever be able to use it. SCOTT That's a pretty good plan too. After a couple of turns they reach the front door. Manning opens the door slowly. "Secret Agent Man", the version by Devo begins. There is a car in the parking lot. Another Frenchman, SMALL PIERRE, is crouched behind the car's open door with an Uzi. Manning calls to him. Yo! Small Pierre! Is that you? SMALL PIERRE Oui, Manning! It is moi! Where is my partner at tonight now? MANNING Tall Pierre is right behind me. I'm coming out, okay? SMALL PIERRE Just don't try anything I would not like, Manning. I am watching on you. MANNING Fair enough! Manning turns to Scott. I'm gonna distract him. When I give you the signal run to your car and jump in. Manning exits the building, hiding the Uzi behind his back. Here I come! Manning steps out and toward Scott's car. Small Pierre stands up behind his car's door. Over this way to me, Glen! Do not get funny on me with those things of yours! Manning drops behind Scott's car and FIRES the Uzi, SHATTERING Small Pierre's windshield. Small Pierre ducks out of the way. Manning calls to Scott. C'mon! Get in the car! Small Pierre rises up and SHOOTS at Scott's car, making five bullet holes in the driver's side door. No, that's okay! You go on without me! Manning FIRES at Small Pierre, who ducks down again. C'mon, Scott! Haul some ass! Small Pierre rises and FIRES at Scott, SHOOTING holes in the doorframe. Really, Glen! I'll be fine right here! MANNING Look! I'm gonna shoot at him again and when I do you run over here! SCOTT He's got a gun! Manning gestures towards the trash cans. And you've got a trash can lid! Know what I mean? Trash can lid? Huh? Scott's face lights up. He has an idea. Yeah! Okay, I'm ready when you are! Manning flashes his fingers at Scott, "One...two...three!", then stands and SHOOTS at Small Pierre, who ducks down. Scott grabs a trash can lid and, holding it like a shield, runs for his car. Small Pierre rises and FIRES at Scott. The first bullets start the trash can lid spinning on the handle that Scott holds and, as the lid spins, the rest of the bullets tear through the lid as if it were, well, a ordinary trash can lid. Manning raises and tries to fire at Small Pierre but he's out of bullets. He tosses the Uzi away and ducks down. Scott SCREAMS all the way to his car, where he ducks down. Okay, now that plan really sucked! MANNING Not like that. Manning takes the trash can lid from Scott and raises. Yo! Small Pierre! Manning chucks the lid toward Small Pierre like a Frisbee. Small Pierre stands to answer Manning. Oui, Manning? The trash can lid smacks Small Pierre in the forehead, knocking him out. He stands still for a moment then falls on his back in the dirt. Manning turns to Scott. Like that! SCOTT How was I supposed to know? MANNING It's a trash can lid, man! They don't stop bullets! SCOTT Well, I guess I learned a big lesson then, huh? Thanks, Mr. Science! Manning laughs. Are you laughing at me? MANNING No, tough guy, I happen to be laughing toward you. SCOTT That prick shot up my car! MANNING Yeah. Do you wanna get in sometime tonight? I'm pretty sure we could leave a lot sooner that way. They both get in, Manning behind the wheel. Scott has trouble with the car door. Wow! We gotta save the universe! This is exciting! It's like an episode of X-Files or something! MANNING X-Files? Hah! Don't get me started. SCOTT Don't you like The X-Files? MANNING Sure, it's cool. It's just that I can't shake the feeling that it would be a much better show if Chris Carter wasn't working for the government. SCOTT Chris Carter works for the government? MANNING Uh huh. He's one of those low level spin doctorish, Truth Arrangement dudes. He helps shape the way your average everyday person thinks. SCOTT What does that mean? MANNING Well, if you watch something enough times you tend to think in a specific way. You start to see things exactly like Truth Arrangement wants you to. You know, like those black helicopters? Stuff like that. SCOTT What's the deal with those things? MANNING They're black. SCOTT Yeah, I know that. But why? MANNING So people will notice them. If you weren't supposed to notice them they'd look like every other helicopter in the sky. By making them black and having them fly around and do weird stuff you have something solid to worry about. Something stupid and pointless so you don't have the time to get it together with other people and get important things done. SCOTT Oh, wow! That's heavy! Manning starts up the car, slides a cassette into the stereo and pulls away from the TV station. "The Big Country", a song by Talking Heads begins. No. It isn't really heavy at all. And that's why it works. If it was heavy everybody would notice. The O.J. trial, Jerry Springer, El Nino, Talk Soup, Gangster Rap, fashion shows, New Age Prosperity Conscienceness, sports, Mr. Blackwell, Top 40 Radio, Militant Vegetarians, The Nightly News, it's all the same thing. The world would be a much better place if more people would shut the fuck up, read a bit, and think about things before they decide how they feel about them. But it's not easy. They've been bombarded for years by stuff that's designed to keep their minds busy thinking about pointless things. That way those sneaky guys in suits get to do whatever they want to whoever they want at any time they want and most people don't notice. SCOTT But Chris Carter? That's a little hard to believe. MANNING Yep. Chris Carter. Howard Stern too. They both work real hard just to keep things nice and confusing. SCOTT How about that show Friends? I've always wondered why that show is so popular. Is that because of Truth Arrangement too? MANNING Nah. Friends just sucks and some people are pinheads. The government can't control everything, you know? SCOTT (in awe) Oh, wow· MANNING Exactly. SCOTT So, what's the deal with those French guys? MANNING Buckle up and I'll tell you. CUT TO: MONTAGE The song plays as we see the following shots: Manning drives through the night as Scott sleeps. The car passes farms, oil refineries, industrial structures, gas stations, office buildings, etc. Almost all of America in a nutshell. The car passes signs: CONRAD, OKLAHOMA MARCO, KANSAS FULLER, MISSOURI Night turns into day. Manning pulls the car over and wakes up Scott. CUT TO: INT. SCOTT'S CAR - DAY Scott is driving. It seems as if Manning isn't in the car. Scott talks into his headset as he drives. Wow! I've never been shot at before! It was scary but exciting all at the same time. I never felt so alive...so on the edge. It's weird...even though I didn't believe it at first it looks like everything that Glen told me is true. It's pretty wild really. The videotape has the plans for a bomb that would destroy the world and the French Europeans want the plans so they can hold the world hostage and become the Fifty-first state in the union. It seems that what with the unification of Europe France isn't all that cool any more. They thought that Euro Disneyland would help them stay special but it didn't work out very well. Everybody hates it and now they're all pissed off that France is about as cool as Italy or Greece or something and that's just not cool enough for them. I guess what we've heard all these years is true: French people are rude, cruel, spoiled bastards who have to have things their own way or they'll get loony on you. Who would've thought? And after we gave them jazz and Jerry Lewis and everything. Sheesh! Some people have a hard time thanking others! At any rate, it looks like I'll have to see this thing through to the end. I'll tell you more later. This is Scott Carey, taxidermist and part time planet saver, signing off once again. Scott stops the tape recorder and drives for a moment or two. We hear Manning's voice, yawning from the backseat. (o.c.) Are we there yet? Scott laughs and turns to the backseat. You awake back there? MANNING (o.c.) Yeah. And hungry. Find a Burger Meister, will ya? SCOTT You got it, pal. CUT TO: EXT. BURGER MEISTER - DAY Establishing. Scott's car pulls into the drive through. INT. SCOTT'S CAR Scott drives up to a large menu with a speaker in it. Manning sits in the backseat behind Scott. He rolls down the window. A BURGER GUY inside speaks to them over the speaker. (o.c.) Welcome to Burger Meister. How can I help you? MANNING (to Scott) I'll take care of this. SUPERED TITLE: CROSSROAD, ILLINOIS Manning speaks to Burger Guy in a fake New York voice. Yeah, burger guy. Is your boss there? BURGER GUY (o.c.) Yes he is. Would you prefer to speak with him? MANNING Yeah, dipshit. That would be the highlight of my whole fuckin' day. Scott turns and looks at Manning. What are you doing? MANNING (to Scott) Trust me. The MANAGER voice comes through the speaker. (o.c.) Good afternoon. I manage the day shift at this Burger Meister. Is there something I can help you with? MANNING I sure as shit fuckin' hope so! My Uncle Sammy was in this fucking place last night and he got a Mondo Meister with cheese and the asshole at the window fucked his order all up. MANAGER (o.c.) Sir? I'll be more than happy to take care of you in any way I can. But I don't see why you have to use such course language. MANNING Listen up, fuck wad or you're gonna see a big fuckin' close up of my mother fuckin' fist! My Uncle Sammy asked for a Mondo Meister with cheese but with no pickles, tomatoes, or onions. So he gets his order and he takes it home and he takes a great big fuckin' bite out of it and imagine his surprise when he finds out the fuckin' thing has double pickles, tomatoes, and onions! I mean it's my Aunt Minnie's birthday and for a big fuckin' surprise birthday present he pukes all over her best fuckin' dress! MANAGER (o.c.) I'm very sorry about that, sir. What can I do to make it up to you? MANNING Well for starters I'd like two Mondo Meisters with cheese. No pickles. No tomatoes. And no fuckin' onions. MANAGER (o.c.) Yes, sir. Anything else? MANNING Two Thirst Killers. One Coke. One root beer. And two Tons o' Fries. Make 'em spicy curly. MANAGER (o.c.) Thank you for your order, sir. I'll get on it right away. MANNING Hang on, asshole. One more thing. Gimme one of those Fishy Meisters with ground glass and pencil shavings and wipe your ass with the bun. MANAGER (o.c.) What was that last thing? MANNING A Fishy Meister with ground glass and pencil shavings and wipe your ass with the fuckin' bun. MANAGER (o.c.) And the Fishy Meister would be for... MANNING My Uncle Sammy. Who else? Suddenly the manager seems very impressed. (o.c.) Yes, sir! Right away, sir! Drive up to the window please! I've been waiting my whole life to hear someone ask for that! Get out of my way, Larry! I've got an order! Scott is amazed. Manning taps him on the shoulder. Scoot over. I'll drive. Scott slides over to the passenger side and Manning climbs over the seat. He pulls up to the window. EXT. THE WINDOW The manager is at the window. He hands Manning three Burger Meister bags and a couple of half-gallon drinks. Here you go, sir! I hope I didn't forget anything! Manning passes the bags and drinks to Scott. Manning talks normal. I'm sure you didn't. I'd bet everything is perfect. MANAGER Is there anything else I can do for you? MANNING No. Just don't tell anybody about this, okay? The manager looks depressed. Not even my wife? MANNING Well... Okay. But just this once. MANAGER Oh, thank you! Thank you very much! MANNING Any time. What do I owe you? MANAGER Nothing, sir! This one's on me! It is for Uncle Sammy and all. MANNING Well...thank you then. Have a Smurfy day now, huh? MANAGER I certainly will, sir! And the same to you! Manning drives off. Cool! Mother fucking cool! INT. SCOTT'S CAR What a friendly town. SCOTT What the hell was that? MANNING Hand me a burger, will ya? Scott opens a bag and reaches inside. What the hell is this? He pulls out a 45. Pistol and a box of shells. The D.A.D. owns Burger Meister. A collector can get almost anything he or she needs at one. SCOTT Wow... MANNING You say that a lot. SCOTT It's been that kind of week. He hands Manning a cheeseburger. The both start eating. These cheeseburgers are the best I've ever tasted. They're perfect. MANNING Whatever you do stay away from that Fishy Meister. Scott stops chewing and looks at his burger for a moment. Manning laughs. Scott looks at Manning for a beat. Then he busts out laughing too. They both crack up. CUT TO: EXT. SCOTT'S CAR - NIGHT It's early evening. Manning drives as Scott looks through Manning's cassette case. All of the tapes are homemade and have their titles hand-written in black Sharpie. Scott reads some of them out loud. "A Fist Full of Fibonaccis", "Kate Bush For Days", "Martini Ranch's LP", "Lots O' Oingo Boingo", "Scream Along With The Dickies". What's the matter? Don't you like any normal music? SUPERED TITLE: TALBOT, OHIO Not really, no. I make tapes of stuff that I like. That way I don't have to listen to anything popular. SCOTT There are a lot of great songs out there. MANNING Yeah? Name forty of 'em. SCOTT Woah! Fil and Tropik! You know Fil's stuff? MANNING Shit yeah. Fil's one of my favorites. SCOTT Me too! MANNING What a small car! Scott smiles and slides the tape into the car stereo. A song by Fil and her band begins (insert other potential hit single here). It's a rock and roll tune but not too heavy, sort of like Milla meets Joe Jackson. They ride and listen for a minute then something crosses Scott's mind. Can I ask you something? MANNING Go ahead. SCOTT Well...why me? I mean, couldn't you get a car at Burger Meister or something? What do you need me for? Manning sighs. I'm keeping a promise I once made to a very close friend. SCOTT Huh? MANNING Get comfy. This is gonna take a while. CUT TO: EXT. AN ALLEY - NIGHT We hear GUNSHOTS. Manning and RADCLIFFE duck into the alley. They both have pistols and are a bit out of breath. Radcliffe wears a black jacket over a Marilyn Monroe T-shirt. The scene plays more than a bit like Butch and Sundance. Shit! Those guys are good! MANNING Not as good as us. Close, but not as good as us. RADCLIFFE They have us cornered in an alley, Glen. They're pretty good. MANNING We've been cornered before. RADCLIFFE Okay. I don't want to argue. It's my birthday. Let's play nice, okay? MANNING Here's what we're gonna do: I'll take out Castle and you go for Lewis. We'll ice these assholes, drop off the microfilm, and then go get drunk. RADCLIFFE I want Castle. MANNING No way. Castle's mine. RADCLIFFE But it's my birthday. MANNING Throw that up in my face. RADCLIFFE I just did. MANNING All right. You can have Castle. But you owe me big time. I hate that Castle. RADCLIFFE And don't forget our deal. MANNING You're getting on my nerves with that. RADCLIFFE C'mon, we made a pact. Say it with me. MANNING I don't like saying it, Cliffie. It scares me when we say it. RADCLIFFE Remember that night in Sheboygan? We made the pact and got the tattoos? Manning laughs. That's true! What were we thinking? RADCLIFFE It wasn't the thinking it was the drinking. Now...are you gonna say it with me or what? MANNING Aw, fuck. Alright. I hereby swear... RADCLIFFE ...that if anything happens to one of us... MANNING ...the one of us that is not dead... RADCLIFFE ...will find someone else and... MANNING ...teach him... RADCLIFFE ...or her... MANNING ...everything that we now know. RADCLIFFE That wasn't so hard, was it? MANNING Are you happy now, birthday boy? RADCLIFFE Yes. Very. My nipples are stiff and I'm starting to get wet. MANNING Swell. Can we go kill these guys? RADCLIFFE There's nothing I'd rather do. They brace themselves, count to three, and step into the street. EXT. STREET LEWIS waits in the doorway of a closed liquor store. CASTLE is standing behind a parked car. Lewis FIRES at Manning, missing him completely but BLOWING two holes in a phonebooth. Manning SHOOTS Lewis, who falls through the window of the liquor store. Castle FIRES an Uzi at Radcliffe. Radcliffe spins around in a circle and SHOOTS Castle in the shoulder. Castle falls to the street. Radcliffe slumps down on a bus bench and sighs. Manning steps up to Radcliffe. Goddamn! That was easy! Let's go have a birthday party, tough guy! Radcliffe is very depressed and whiney. I don't want to. MANNING Why not? Radcliffe mumbles something. What? Radcliffe mumbles again. Can you try that with an American accent? You know, just once? RADCLIFFE I'm shot in the chest. Manning laughs. Hard. He doesn't believe it for a second. That's a good one! Let's go. Radcliffe opens his jacket. His Marilyn Monroe T-shirt has three holes in it and he is bleeding. Radcliffe is angry, both at Manning and himself. See the holes? Do you have holes? I do! You wanna know why? Because I'm shot in the fucking chest, that's why! MANNING Holy shit! Does it hurt? Radcliffe points his gun at Manning. Fuck if I know! Why don't you stand back and I'll shoot you a few times? That way you can tell me! He drops the gun. Hang on, tough guy. I'll get you an ambulance. RADCLIFFE Ambulance? Get me a priest! I'm shot in the fucking chest! MANNING Maybe you should take it easy, huh? RADCLIFFE Take it easy? Are you blind? I'm shot in the fucking chest! MANNING I don't know what to do. Radcliffe looks down at his shirt. Shit! Me either! This was my favorite shirt! I guess this fucks the hell out of my birthday, huh? I already paid for the hookers and everything! MANNING You got hookers? RADCLIFFE Yeah! I was gonna take the redhead and let you have the blonde. MANNING It's your birthday! You should've picked the blonde, you know? You love blondes! RADCLIFFE Yeah, that just shows you what a cool guy I am! Now I'm shot in the fucking chest! Is that ironic or what? He coughs and spits about a half a cup of blood into his hand. Oh, great! Now I'm coughing up blood! MANNING Hang on, man. I'm gonna go to that pay phone over there and get you some help. Manning takes a step toward the phonebooth. Radcliffe calls to him. He is suddenly calm and serious. Glen? Don't bother, okay? MANNING Hey, c'mon now. Don't give up on me, tough guy. You're gonna make it. RADCLIFFE It's out of my hands, Glen. MANNING C'mon, Cliffie. Hang in there, man. RADCLIFFE I'll say hi to Marilyn Monroe for you. MANNING Cliffie. Fight it, man. RADCLIFFE Don't forget our deal. Promise me. MANNING I promise, tough guy. I promise. Radcliffe breathes his last breath. He slides over to a laying position on the bench. He is smiling. Ever so slightly, but smiling none the less. Manning takes an old broom out of a trash can next to the bench and snaps it in half over his knee. Aw...shit... We hear a weak voice. Castle isn't dead yet. Manning? I could use an ambulance. Castle is laid out on the sidewalk. Manning starts toward him. Castle? You're not dead? CASTLE No, Manning. Not yet. Manning moves closer, holding the broomstick like a club. He smiles. Let's see what we can do about that. Castles eyes get wide. He's about to get beaten to death and he knows it. Oh, fuck... Manning raises the broomstick. He brings it down with full force. Just before it makes contact with Castle's head we... CUT TO: BLACK Hold for a moment. CUT TO: INT. SCOTT'S CAR - NIGHT Manning is driving. His story is finished. And that's the whole story. You and I got in that car wreck and now I'm determined to teach you all that I know. SCOTT Wow... Thanks, man. Really. Manning reaches into one of the bags from Burger Meister. He pulls out a black Sharpie and hands it to Scott. Do me a favor. Take this. SCOTT What for? MANNING If we get separated go to the nearest supermarket and get a box of macaroni and cheese. It doesn't matter which brand. Just get a box of macaroni and cheese and draw an "X" over the bar code on the bottom. Okay? SCOTT Okay. MANNING Then take the box to the cashier and run the bar code over the scanner. The proper authorities will be signalled by the computer system and they'll come to rescue you. Okay? SCOTT Okay. MANNING Tell them what you did and who told you to do it and everything will be okay. Okay? SCOTT Okay. Are you serious? MANNING I haven't lied to you yet. Have I? SCOTT Not that I know of. Scott puts the pen in his pocket. Now. Do me another favor. SCOTT Yeah? Manning points through the windshield. Look out the window. There's a sign on that bar on the road up ahead of us. Tell me what it says. Scott looks and reads to himself. His eyes light up. He is amazed. No fucking way! CUT TO: EXT. BAR - NIGHT The sign outside says: ONE NITE ONLY! FIL AND TROPIK! IN PERSON! RECORDING A NEW LIVE ALBUM! Scott's car pulls up and parks (there is a pink bus parked near the building). Manning and Scott get out. Scott has to work with the car door. Manning slaps him on the back. Are you ready for this, tough guy? SCOTT Betcher ass, pal! SUPERED TITLE: BRECKENRIDGE, PENNSYLVANIA INT. BAR Manning and Scott enter. The place is about half full and everybody is having a great time. Fil is onstage doing a live version of the song that we heard in Scott's car. She is wearing a pink turtleneck jump-suit without sleeves that is about two sizes too small. She looks hot. Every red blooded male watching the movie should sigh out loud with deep longing and a desire to practice unsafe sex with wild abandon. Manning speaks in Scott's ear. Have fun, tough guy. I'm gonna get a couple of beers. Scott flashes him a "thumbs up" and Manning heads for the bar. Scott watches for a minute then slowly moves toward the stage as the song ends. The crowd goes nuts. Thank you. Thank you very much. We'd like to do an old one for you now. We hope you like it. It's a cover of an Iggy Pop tune. And it goes a little something like this... The band goes into a hard rocking version of the Iggy Pop song "Funtime". After a chorus or two a roadie slips a guitar around Fil's neck but Fil doesn't play it. During the middle eight Manning jumps on stage, stands behind Fil, wraps his arms around her, grabs the guitar and plays a blistering solo. Scott all but shits. After the solo Manning lets go of Fil and steps to the edge of the stage. He reaches out a hand and pulls Scott up on stage and they both join in on backing vocals. Scott is a little scared at first but soon really starts digging it. The song ends and Fil hugs them both, planting kisses on their cheeks. The crowd goes nuts again. CUT TO: INT. BAR - NIGHT It's about an hour later. The bar is almost empty. Ten or twelve people sit finishing their drinks and conversations, while the bartender closes for the night and Fil's band packs up. Manning and Scott sit at the bar nursing a couple of beers. Fil sits between them. Scott is filling out some paperwork with his Sharpie while Fil coaches him from over his shoulder. She's a bit of a flirt and a really cool person. ...and sign it here. And here. SCOTT Wow...I get to be on a live album? I'm having a great week! Fil laughs and kisses his cheek again. You're weird, aren't you? I like that. She turns to Manning. Glen Manning? How the hell are you? MANNING I'm great, dollface. You kicked ass up there, you know? FIL Flatterer. I've missed you. She kisses his cheek. I have got to use the men's room. FIL Okay. Maybe you're not such a flatterer after all. MANNING Beer. What can I tell you? I'll be back soon. Glen heads for the men's room. Fil puts an arm around Scott. Then sign it there and you're done. Scott signs it and hands it to her. Fil folds it up and then unzips her jump suit to just below her breasts (all we see is cleavage). She tucks the paper into her suit. I want to keep this in a safe place. SCOTT That might work. She laughs as she zips up. You know sometimes I keep my keys in... A man's hand enters frame and grabs Fil, yanking her up to a standing position. Pulling back we see that it is FAT PIERRE, another one of the French agents. He is holding a gun to Fil's head. Standing next to him is THIN PIERRE, an agent also. Fat Pierre fires a SHOT into the ceiling. Please! Everyone who is not these two people it is time for the leaving from this place now please! The remaining bar PATRONS look at the Pierres and themselves trying to figure out what Fat Pierre has just said. After a moment of this Fil calls out to the Patrons. I think he wants you all to leave! PATRONS Okay! That sounds reasonable! Etc. The patrons split. Scott turns on his barstool. What the hell is going on? FAT PIERRE Give to me the tape, yes? Or the face on this girl will not be the pretty one for too much longer. SCOTT What tape? THIN PIERRE The games he is good at playing. Shall I shoot him at this time? FAT PIERRE No! Do not shoot at him! We need the tape itself first! Manning comes out of the bathroom. He sees what's going on. Aw, shit! More Pierres! Fat Pierre presses his gun to Fil's temple. The tape! Where have you putted it? Scott gets off the barstool. He comes on tough. I ain't telling you dick, Frenchy! Manning smiles. He steadies his 45., aiming for the back of Fat Pierre's head. The Pierres look at each other. They both shrug their shoulders. Thin Pierre draws a pistol from a shoulder holster and points it at Scott. He's scared but Scott lays it on thick. He grabs his beer bottle off of the bar. Let the girl go or I'll... Scott slams the bottle on the bar. It doesn't break. It bounces off the bar rail and out of his hand with a dull thud and flies across the room, shattering against a wall. The Pierres look at each other and sigh. Thin Pierre cocks his pistol. Scott grabs Manning's beer bottle. I said let the girl go or I'll... Scott slams the bottle on the bar. It bounces off too but Scott hangs on to it. The Pierres look bored. Fat Pierre cocks his pistol. Manning is just about to fire. I SAID TO LET THE GIRL GO OR I'LL... Scott brings the bottle down as hard as he can. It doesn't break. It hits the edge of the bar and knocks a jagged piece out of it about the size of half a spare tire. Scott looks at the bottle. ...I'LL...I'LL...HIT YOU WITH THIS BOTTLE REALLY, REALLY HARD! The two Pierres look at each other for a beat then bust out laughing. Fil and Scott make eye contact. Fil nods to Scott three times then moves her head as far away from Fat Pierre's pistol as she can. Scott tosses the bottle at Fat Pierre, hitting him square in the forehead. Fat Pierre releases Fil and drops to the floor. Thin Pierre doesn't notice. He's far too busy laughing. Fil turns and kicks him in the nuts. Hard. Thin Pierre doubles over and Fil slugs him in the face. Thin Pierre goes down as well. Fil turns to Scott. She strikes a pose. And she does it with nary a hair out of place! The judges go wild! She gets tens across the board! Scott is amazed. I think I love you. She grabs him and gives him a kiss full on the mouth. Hey, who wouldn't? Manning rushes up. That was so cool! SCOTT I did what you told me. I had the power. You can do almost anything if you believe in it. Right? MANNING Right. FIL I believe in getting out of here! MANNING That would be even cooler! Fil grabs a pink suitcase and purse from off of the floor and all three exit. CUT TO: EXT. BAR - NIGHT "Survival", a song by Joe Jackson begins as the door flies open and Manning, Scott and Fil rush out. Except for Scott's and the Pierre's cars the parking lot is empty. The bus! Where's the fucking bus? MANNING What bus? FIL My pink bus! The tour bus! The band must have split without me! SCOTT Come with us. FIL No, no. I'd hate to be a bother. Thin Pierre staggers out of the bar. He FIRES at Scott's car, taking out a headlight and blowing a hole in the windshield. Well, maybe I could be just a tiny little bother? SCOTT My car! I'm really getting tired of this shit! MANNING The car! We can move a lot faster if we're IN the car! Manning struggles with the passenger side door. Thin Pierre slides another clip into his gun. And what a nice car it is. MANNING Scott, Do you have the keys? Scott reaches into Manning's coat as Tall Pierre starts SHOOTING again. Scott is calm. Yeah, they're right here. Scott pulls out Manning's 45. and calmly turns to Tall Pierre. He calls to him. Hey! Could you stop shooting at us for a moment? Tall Pierre stops shooting. Oui! Could the talking about this help to end the shooting and the hitting with the bottles and the kicking in the private parts of mine also? Scott raises Manning's pistol and SHOOTS Tall Pierre in the foot. Tall Pierre goes down SCREAMING. Scott blows the smoke out of the barrel of the pistol. That'll teach you to shoot my car. Manning is amazed. Proud but amazed. How'd you do that? SCOTT Video games. MANNING Oh. Okay... Scott tosses Manning the keys. Let's motorvate! They pile in the car and speed off. CUT TO: INT. SCOTT'S CAR - NIGHT Manning drives, Scott sits on the passenger side, and Fil sits in the back, leaning forward between them. Scott turns to Fil. Have you and Glen known each other long? Fil reaches into her right shoe and pulls out a black Sharpie. She smiles as she shows it to Scott. Scott is amazed. Ta dah! SCOTT You work for the D.A.D.? MANNING Nah. She quit a couple of years ago. FIL It was boring. Manning looks it the rear-view. Not anymore. We got French dudes closing fast. Scott, give me the gun. INT. BIG PIERRE'S CAR A car driven by MEDIUM PIERRE is following them. BIG PIERRE, a black man sits in the passenger seat. Big Pierre is the Pierre's leader. He speaks perfect English with a slight accent. Lose them and it will cost you your life. I need that tape, Medium Pierre. MEDIUM PIERRE Worry not, Big Pierre. I am following them with the closeness at this time. BIG PIERRE Keep it that way. INT. SCOTT'S CAR How many Pierre's are there anyway? MANNING No one knows. It's like French Truth Arrangement. It's confusing on purpose. Fil picks up Manning's backpack and looks at it, thinking of something. Neither Manning nor Scott notices. You guys better hang on. This might get tricky. EXT. FREEWAY "Cinderella Undercover", a song by Oingo Boingo begins. Big Pierre's car catches up with Scott's. Big Pierre rolls down his window. INT. SCOTT'S CAR Manning rolls down his window. Hello, Glen. I'm afraid I'll have to insist that you hand over that tape. MANNING No can do, tough guy. The world hangs in the balance and all of that. BIG PIERRE I've always liked you, Glen. It would be a shame to have to take your life. Big Pierre aims a pistol at Manning. Funny. I was just thinking the same thing about you. Manning levels his pistol at Big Pierre. Come now, Glen. You wouldn't dare. MANNING If you destroyed the world there wouldn't be any more pastrami. I can't let that happen. Besides, if there wasn't a world how would I sleep at night? Or where? And when? I'm sorry Big P. but I have a responsibility to the people of my country. The people of my planet. BIG PIERRE I have responsibilities as well. In fact, it appears as if... Big Pierre SHOOTS out the front tire of Scott's car then Medium Pierre yanks the steering wheel to the right, slamming into Scott's car. Manning yells to Scott and Fil. Grab something! Manning fights to keep control of the car but it's no use. Scott's car skids sideways, coming to an abrupt stop, striking a big metal pole. Fil scrambles to the other side of the backseat as the back door on the passenger's side is smashed in by the pole. We see a quick cut of Scott being jerked to the right on impact. Manning and Fil climb out of the wreck as Big Pierre's car pulls up. The Pierre's get out, guns raised. Can I have the tape now, Glen? MANNING No. I'm sorry, Big P. but I've already explained it to you. Big Pierre SHOOTS Glen in the thigh. Glen goes down SCREAMING. How about now? Fil leans into the car's rear window and pulls out Manning's backpack. She reaches in and takes out the video tape and extends it to Big Pierre. Here! Fuck, take it! Just stop shooting people, Okay? MANNING No! Fil, you can't! You don't know what you're doing! FIL I know exactly what I'm doing! I'm not getting shot! That's what I'm doing! MANNING Fil, don't! Big Pierre takes the tape from Fil. That was fairly simple, wasn't it? Now it's just a matter of finding an airport and taking the fastest route to France. Soon we will be able to... A strange look takes over Big Pierre's face as he looks at the tape. It's as if he has become drunk with power. ..Wait! On second thought, screw France and all that it stands for! The tape is mine! All mine! I can rule the whole world! I have ultimate power! More power than anyone ever has before! I am a god! The supreme ruler of everything that will ever exist from now on! I make the rules now and others have no choice but to follow them! MEDIUM PIERRE Big Pierre? Is everything alright with you or not? Maybe a trip to the good doctor's place would be better for you. Big Pierre SHOOTS Medium Pierre in the forehead then he SCREAMS at Medium Pierre's corpse. First rule? Learn fucking english! Big Pierre has gone insane. He empties his gun into Medium Pierre's body, laughing like a maniac. He FIRES until out of bullets and continues pulling the trigger as it CLICKS. Learn fucking english! Learn fucking english! LEARN! FUCKING! ENGLISH! There is a "TOONG!" sound and Big Pierre's eyes cross. He drops out of shot. Fil is standing behind him, having just whacked him in the head with a hubcap. Fil moves toward Manning. Why didn't you shoot him, Glen? I gave him the tape so you could shoot him. MANNING I was amazed. I've never seen anything like that before. He went nuts. FIL What happened to him? MANNING The Angora Conundrum. Fil moves to Manning and kneels to check his leg. The Angora what? MANNING The Angora Conundrum. Posession of the plans can make a weaker mind go insane and then, once insane, the plans are useless. Power can also corrupt. Fil tears off one of Manning's sleeves and ties it around his wound. Manning winces in pain. It's not too bad, Glen. Just a scratch really. MANNING Glad to hear it. FIL Hang on! Shouldn't there be more Pierres? It's not like him to travel with just one. Where are the others? MANNING They have to be somewhere. Fil looks around. And what happened to Scott? Manning raises to a sitting position and looks around. I don't know. Manning and Fil look at each other. Supermarket! Fil starts to help Manning up. I'll drive! They take a couple of steps toward Scott's car, Manning limping. The car is totally wrecked (in fact the passenger side door is missing but no big deal is made of it). We'd better take Big Pierre's car. FIL Yeah. We can stick him in the back. CUT TO: EXT. ROAD - NIGHT The shot is one of a very straight, very long road that extends back all the way to the vanishing point. "Stay Ready", a song by Klark Kent begins. We notice a dot on the horizon. The dot slowly gets closer. There are strange flickering lights on either side of it. Two sets of headlights appear on the horizon. Two cars are chasing the dot, one on either side of it as well. There are flashes of light coming out of the side windows of the cars. The dot gets closer... There is a SCRAPING sound. Closer... GUNSHOTS. The lights from the car's windows are from two men SHOOTING at the dot. Closer still... The dot is Scott sitting on the door from the passenger's side of his car, hanging on for dear life. The door is sliding on the road. The strange lights are sparks shooting out from where the metal of the door connects with the road. Scott is screaming and totally freaked out. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! Scott slides closer until his screaming face fills the camera and the shot goes black. CUT TO: EXT. SUPERMARKET PARKING LOT - NIGHT The car door, with Scott still hanging on and screaming, slides into a huge supermarket parking lot spewing sparks and followed by the two cars. The parking lot is so large, in fact that it has a fountain. The supermarket has a sign that says: "THE LARGEST SUPERMARKET IN AMERICA!". The car door abruptly stops when it hits a curb in front of the store. Scott is thrown forward by the momentum and somersaults to a standing position in front of the supermarket's front door. He bolts inside. SUPERED TITLE: VALDA, PENNSYLVANIA INT. SUPERMARKET Scott runs up to a BOX BOY and screams in his face. WHERE THE FUCK IS THE MACARONI AND CHEESE AT?!?!?! BOX BOY I...um...what...what was that? SCOTT MACARONI AND CHEESE! IT COMES IN A BOX THAT SAYS "MACARONI AND CHEESE"? The Box Boy calls to a checker. Hey...um...Marty, where's the...um ...you know? Macaroni and Cheese? This guy wants some...like, real bad. SCOTT FUCK! He rushes off. "Lost In The Supermarket", a song by The Clash begins. FOUR PIERRES enter the store with their guns raised. They stop and screw silencers onto their pistols. One of them sees Scott running through the store. That way he goes and in a hurry of sorts tonight he is in. SECOND PIERRE Splitting up would be the good thing to be doing to find him and that tape Big Pierre wants from us to get him. They take off in different directions. Scott runs down a long aisle stocked with nothing but cooking oil. He grabs some bottles of oil, tossing them behind as he runs. They shatter behind him, coating the aisle floor with oil. The Third Pierre turns the corner, running after him and slips in the oil, sliding almost the full length of the aisle and into a large stack of coffee cans. They collapse on him leaving only an arm and leg sticking out. Scott turns around, hearing the falling cans. One down! He keeps running. Scott turns a corner and is about to head down an aisle when he sees two Pierres (One and Four) walk past it at the other end. He grabs two bottles of Windex off of a shelf and doubles back the way he came. This place is bigger than my penis! The two Pierres are just about to turn into an aisle when Scott leaps out at them. He flies through the air sideways and in slo-mo, firing both bottles of window cleaner. The shot looks like one out of a John Woo movie. The Pierres grab their eyes as Scott pops into frame behind them, banging their heads together with a gallon or milk in each hand. The milk jugs explode in two large flashes of white and, as we are still in slo-mo, this single piece of film will no doubt outlive us all in the minds of cinema students the world over. We lose the slo-mo and Scott runs off. That was great! He runs down an aisle, scanning the packages of food. Noodles...noodles... Hamburger Helper. Tuna Helper. Noodle Roni. Top Ramen. Yes! Mac and fuckin' Cheese! Come to daddy you lifesaver you! He kisses the box and rushes off. The Second Pierre is looking for Scott a couple of aisles over. He hears him shout and heads in his direction. Scott looks through his pockets franticly as he runs. No dice. Where's my Sharpie? Oh, shit! He turns down an aisle of stationary supplies. Um...um...um... Pencils! Flair pens! Fuck! This is worse than Supermarket Sweep! Marks-A-Lots! Sharpies? No Sharpies! No Sharpies? Um...ah... The Second Pierre is standing behind him. He cocks his gun. Give to me the tape that I want and I'll try not to be shooting at you. SCOTT Tape? Oh, yeah. Tape. Here, take all the tape you want. Scott picks up a floor display that is filled with adhesive tape and tosses it at the Pierre, knocking him down. MARKS-A-LOT! He grabs a black Marks-A-Lot and runs for the cash registers, ripping the packaging open with his teeth. Scott draws a large "X" over the bar code on the Mac and Cheese box just as he reaches the checkout line. There is only one cash register open and a CUSTOMER is just about to leave. The CHECKER gives Customer his change. There you go, Dino. Have a nice night. The next person in line is a LADY with a whole shopping cart full of groceries. She loads them onto the conveyer belt. SCOTT Excuse me. Do you think I could go ahead of you? All I have is this. No. What makes you think I'm going to miss Friends just for you? SCOTT It's sort of important. The Second Pierre SHOOTS at Scott. He misses him but the bullets BLOW a six pack of the Lady's Diet Coke out of her hand. The Checker and Lady duck down. Sure, young man! Go right ahead! As long as it's important! Scott climbs on the conveyer belt, reaching for the scanner with the box of Mac and Cheese. The Second Pierre FIRES again. The cash register explodes. Scott slides the box over the scanner and sighs. Nothing happens. Second Pierre SHOOTS, the bullets just missing Scott. He jumps off the conveyer belt and runs for the door still holding the box. EXT. SUPERMARKET PARKING LOT Scott rushes out of the store and into the arms of the three other Pierres. You guys wanna talk about this? Second Pierre exits the store. Hold on to his hands and keep him between the three of yourselves while I shoot the holes into him like a cheese that was from the Swiss Alps right now! SCOTT I didn't think so. Pierres One and Three hold Scott's right hand and Pierre Four holds his left. They stretch his arms as far as they can go. Oh, shit... Second Pierre raises his pistol. Scott sweats. Second Pierre starts to squeeze the trigger. The other Pierres smile. Scott closes his eyes. CLICK! No bullets. Merde! Give to me a gun with bullets inside of it for a change this time! Third Pierre lets go of Scott's hand and brings Second Pierre a pistol. Say a big goodbye to your mother now, won't you for Moi? Heh, heh, heh! Suddenly a large police van pulls up. The back doors fly open and eight COPS leap out, guns raised. Hit the fuckin' ground! Now! Scott and the Pierres drop to the ground. Ropes come flying down the side of the supermarket. Five S.W.A.T. members repel down to the parking lot with guns. Eight Paratroopers land in the parking lot. They surround Scott and the Pierres, training M-16's on them. A large Army tank appears from behind the supermarket. It levels its big gun at Scott and the Pierres. Three manhole covers EXPLODE up into the air, landing with loud CLANGS. Two Frogmen climb out of each one and take positions with spear guns. A submarine's conning tower rises up in the fountain. A hatch opens and ten Navy S.E.A.L.S jump out holding rifles. An average looking helicopter lands and two men get out, holding strange looking ray gun rifles that no one has ever seen before. Scott waves the Macaroni and Cheese box in the air. It was me! I called you guys! It was me! These French bastards were trying to kill me! A very official looking government car pulls up and GENERAL ROBERTS gets out, followed by an AIDE. General Roberts, a five star career guy, is fully pissed off. He yells everything. Who scanned the Mac and Cheese? Everyone points to Scott. He did! Him! That guy! Etc. General Roberts approaches Scott. He snarls at his Aide. Help that man to his feet, soldier! AIDE Yes, sir! General Roberts, sir! The Aide grabs Scott by the collar of his shirt and yanks him up into a standing position. This better be good, son! We don't have time for any pranks or horseshit! SCOTT These French guys were trying to kill me so I put this "X" on this box here so I wouldn't...you know, die...sir. GENERAL ROBERTS Are you aware that you are supposed to mark that "X" with a black Sharpie? SCOTT Yes I am. Um...Sir. GENERAL ROBERTS Then why did you use a black Marks-A-Lot to mark that "X"? SCOTT I lost my Sharpie, Sir. EVERYONE Ooh! Lost his Sharpie? Sheesh! Etc. General Roberts is about to scream but Scott cuts him off. He speaks very fast. I'm working on delivery of The Angora Project plans with an agent of the D.A.D. named Glen Manning! These French guys were trying to get the plans from me but they didn't know that I don't have the plans and they were fucking shooting at me and shit! Sir! EVERYONE Oh! How about that? The D.A.D.? Who would've guessed? Gosh! Etc. GENERAL ROBERTS Well, son...why didn't you say so? In a situation like this your security clearance is even higher than mine! General Roberts salutes Scott. Scott lamely returns it. What's your name, son? CUT TO: INT. BIG PIERRE'S CAR - NIGHT Fil is driving. Manning looks out the window. He sees the parking lot filled with men and vehicles. I think I see him. FIL What the hell is the Army doing here? CUT TO: EXT. SUPERMARKET PARKING LOT - NIGHT The cops are herding the Pierres into their van. Scott is now in charge and he's loving it. He's smoking cigars and talking with General Roberts. So give me a call anytime, Scott! We'll fish, hammer some shots and beers, and maybe even get ourselves laid! That is, if you don't tell the wife! SCOTT Yeah, Eddie! That'd be great! The cop's van takes off and General Roberts addresses the crowd. Alright! The show's over! Let's all go home, huh? He turns to Scott. If that's okay with you, Scotty! I don't want to step on your toes! SCOTT Go ahead. Have a good time. GENERAL ROBERTS You heard the man! Let's move out! He and Scott shake hands. The cops and Armed Forces men start to leave. General Roberts gets into his car. Thanks, Eddie. You're a prince. GENERAL ROBERTS You better call me, Scott! If you don't I'll have to track you down! Take care, now and say "Hi" to Glen! Scott waves as General Roberts' car drives off. Whatta guy! Manning and Fil step into frame next to him. Bastard still owes me ten bucks. Scott turns. Hey! Where have you been? MANNING C'mon. We'll tell you all about it. They lead Scott to Big Pierre's car. Geeze! What did you do? Use a Marks-A-Lot or something? They get to Big Pierre's car. Big Pierre is long gone. What happened to Big Pierre? CUT TO: INT. SEMI TRUCK - NIGHT A typical cowboy type TRUCKER is hauling a load somewhere. He spots a hitch hiker on the road up ahead. He pulls over and opens the passenger side door. Where ya headed, pard? We see that the hitch hiker is Big Pierre. France. The Trucker thinks about this for a moment, and is about to say "No!". Big Pierre holds up a fat wad of cash. Well, I can take you as far as the airport! Hop on in! CUT TO: EXT. BIG PIERRE'S CAR - NIGHT Manning, Scott, and Fil are discussing Big Pierre. Is he still insane? MANNING Maybe a little. Most of the effects wear off after a while. Besides that blow to the head could've shocked him back to normal. Well, mostly normal, anyway. I guess. SCOTT But he's got the tape. Right? Fil pulls a Beta tape out of her purse. She smiles. Not really. MANNING You pulled a switch? FIL Wouldn't you? SCOTT How? FIL When you weren't looking. SCOTT Then why did he go crazy? He didn't have the real tape. How could he go crazy if he didn't have the real tape? MANNING Because he thought he did. I guess. SCOTT Wow... So it's on to New York, huh? FIL I have to be somewhere. Can you drop off me on the way? MANNING Why not? I guess. CUT TO: INT. BIG PIERRE'S CAR - NIGHT Scott is driving, Manning sits in the passenger seat, and Fil is in the back, changing her clothes. Scott catches a glimpse of her in the rear-view. Fil catches his gaze and smiles. FIL Pull over up here, Scott. We're in the middle of nowhere. SUPERED TITLE: HARPER, NEW YORK That's right. My ride will be here any minute. Scott parks and they all get out. Fil is wearing a pink skirt and matching tank top. Fil takes a garage door opener with three or four buttons on it out of her purse and points it to the sky. She presses a button and a red light on it blinks. She puts it back and takes out two audio cassette tapes. Glen? These are for you. It's an hour and a half of demos, acoustic stuff, unreleased cuts and some odd b-sides. The other tape is my last live show. The one you two went to. MANNING Thanks, Fil. Can I make copies for Scott? FIL You'd better. She hugs Manning and kisses his cheek. She turns to Scott. Scott...these are for you. She reaches under her skirt and slides down a pair of hot pink satin panties. She steps out of them and hands them to Scott. I hope you like them. SCOTT What am I supposed to do with these? Fil grabs him and gives him a big, wet, sloppy, French kiss. She ends the kiss with four or five little sucking kisses on his bottom lip. Anything you want. MANNING The gift that keeps on giving. There is a bright pink light in the sky. It gets closer and closer until a hot pink flying saucer lands. No! Fucking! Way! FIL Yep! Fucking! Way! She presses another button on the garage door opener and a door in the saucer slides open. What the hell is going on? MANNING Fil's an alien! FIL I've been here since 1947. SCOTT Why does that number seem familiar? MANNING The Roswell crash? Get out! FIL Uh huh! MANNING Don't tell me. Acquisition and Dispersal? You collected the tape? FIL That's right. I've collected the only copy of the plans and now I get to go home. SCOTT You're a survivor of the Roswell crash? MANNING Scott. We've established that. You really should pay attention more often, you know what I mean? FIL So long, guys! She starts walking into the ship. Wait a minute! Do you always carry a Beta copy of an old movie in your purse? FIL Not always but I knew I'd need it. SCOTT How? FIL I'm an alien, Scott! I know everything. Well, almost everything. And, by the way...I do love plaid boxer shorts. SCOTT Oh, wow! But what's on the tape that Big Pierre has? FIL The formula for Two Twelve Green. SCOTT What's Two Twelve Green? Manning starts laughing. He has to lean on the car to keep from falling over. No, seriously. What's Two Twelve Green? FIL Don't worry. You'll love it. SCOTT Will I ever see you again? FIL Not unless someone discovers Aquaronite or something. Don't forget me! She enters the ship and the door closes. The saucer takes off. We see a crane shot of Scott and Manning. Scott is waving goodbye to the saucer and Manning is on the ground, laughing his ass off. Scott notices that he is still holding Fil's panties. He tucks them into his pocket and waves some more. FADE TO BLACK CUT TO: INT. SCOTT'S APARTMENT - DAY Scott walks into the kitchen, opens the refrigerator, and takes out a Cactus Cooler. He pops it open and takes a gulp on his way to the living room. INT. LIVING ROOM Scott walks in and sits on the sofa. SUPERED TITLE: NEW YORK CITY He presses "play" on a new boom box and relaxes. After a moment his voice comes out of it. So Fil went home, to whatever planet she's from, and Glen and I drove on to New York. Glen had to do a shitload of paperwork but everything turned out cool. His bosses decided that since the plans weren't here on Earth anymore it was as good as if he had completed his mission. Better really since there is no chance of anybody here ever getting ahold of them. Big Pierre flew to France and tests were done on what was thought to be The Angora Device but were really the plans for Two Twelve Green... CUT TO: EXT. SOMEWHERE IN FRANCE - DAY We see an ordinary cinderblock building sitting in the middle of nowhere. All is quiet. Birds chirp. Clouds roll by. SUPERED TITLE: SOMEWHERE OUTSIDE PARIS Suddenly the windows BLOW out with a huge green EXPLOSION. A sickly green fog billows out slowly. EXT. A FARM IN FRANCE A French looking guy is picking grapes in a field, wearing a Walkman. The green fog looms on the horizon but he doesn't see it. The green fog gets closer. Closer still. He notices a strange smell and sniffs the air just before the green fog surrounds him. Now totally engulfed by the fog he starts to gag and collapses to his knees, puking his poor French guts out. EXT. FRENCH SKYLINE The fog slowly moves into Paris and overtakes the Eiffel Tower. Thousands of French people can just barely be heard as they vomit overpriced cheese and sauces. CUT TO: INT. SCOTT'S LIVING ROOM - DAY Scott is still on the couch, listening to himself on tape. The green fog spread to the border of France on all sides and somehow stopped, not entering any other country. It seeped into the French soil and made the entire place smell like rotten eggs. An article in Omni magazine predicted that France will smell that way for at least twenty years. Maybe even longer. Fil was right, I loved it! I mean, everybody in France had to move to another country and everything. It was great! Scott stops the tape, picks up a microphone, and hits "record". He speaks, finishing his story. And what happened to Big Pierre? Well, I'm glad you asked. He moved to America, went through a lot of therapy and eventually got a real good job. INT. BURGER MEISTER - DAY A guy in a Burger Meister uniform is standing at the drive-up window with his back to us. The bell rings indicating that a car has arrived. The guy turns around and we see that it's Big Pierre. He speaks into his headset. Welcome to Burger Meister. Can I have your order, please? CUT TO: INT. SCOTT'S APARTMENT - DAY Scott is finishing up. And now I'm a whale stuffer at The Museum of Natural History. It's pretty cool. Not a whole lot of stress, which is kind of nice but I sometimes wish... There's a knock on the door. Scott stops the tape machine and goes to answer it. He opens the door and Manning is standing in the hallway. Hello, tough guy! SCOTT Glen Fucking Manning! I was just thinking of you! What's goin' on? MANNING I'm done here in New York. They gave me another assignment and I thought I'd say goodbye to you before I hit the road. SCOTT Wow! Cool! Come on in! MANNING I don't have the time, man. You can walk me out to the car though. SCOTT Shit yeah! Let me get my shoes. MANNING Make it quick, huh? CUT TO: EXT. SCOTT'S APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY The door opens and Manning and Scott walk to Manning's car. What have they got you collecting this time? Manning walks around to the driver's side and opens the door. I've got to take a pair of shoelaces to a pet store in Miami. But you're a big time whale dude now! What do you care about stuff like that? Manning gets in the car. Scott leans in the passenger's side window. Just curious. No biggie. MANNING Welp! Duty calls. I'll see ya when I see ya! He starts the car. Make it soon, Glen. Manning hesitates for a moment. You know, I just may see Fil this run. Scott gets serious. Someone's discovered Aquaronite? MANNING Yeah. From what I've read things could get pretty heavy duty. SCOTT You might need help. INT. MANNING'S CAR The passenger door SLAMS shut. Scott is siting in the car. Are you sure you want to do this? What about the whale? Your life here in New York and all of that stuff? Are you really sure you want to do this? SCOTT I have the power, Glen, I can do anything I want. Scott takes a cassette tape out of his pocket and slides it into the car's stereo system. "People Have The Power", a song by Patti Smith begins. Manning smiles. Let's motorvate! CUT TO: EXT. HIGHWAY IN NEW YORK - DAY A helicopter shot of Manning's car driving out of town. (o.c.) What is Aquaronite anyway? MANNING (o.c.) Have you ever read a book called "Cat's Cradle"? SCOTT (o.c.) No. I've never heard of it. MANNING (o.c.) Get comfy, tough guy. This is going to take a while. Two cars pull up behind Manning's car, one on either side. A guy in each car leans out of a side window. They start shooting at Manning's car. Manning accelerates, pulling away from the cars. The chase is on! The shot of the car slowly gets higher and higher until the cars are dots and then impossible to see. We keep raising higher, passing a flock of birds, an airplane, through a bank of clouds, out of the atmosphere, and out of Earth's orbit. As we pull away from Earth we see Fil's pink saucer fly into frame, heading toward New York, quickly shrinking from our sight. The camera turns pointing to the vastness of space. The millions of stars and possible worlds that exist in the inky blackness. All is right in the universe...for now. SUPERED TITLE: -THE MAKERS OF THIS MOVIE "Why Does The Sun Shine?", a song by They Might Be Giants begins, as do the closing credits. The camera turns a bit more. We see the Sun. It's fucking beautiful. FADE TO BLACK NOTE: At the end of the video release there is a quick shot of Dudley, the guy from the video store. He says: DUDLEY And don't forget to rewind, motherfucker! I don't work for your ass, you know? THE END |