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A Rock Star and A Groupie.

INT. CAR DEALERSHIP - DAY THOM (27) sits inside a NEW AUTOMOBILE*. He adjusts the seat and shifts gears in NEUTRAL.


I dunno.


Why don't you just buy it?


It's an advance. I have to pay it back.


So what? I heard the album. You'll make it back, double platinum.


Seats heated?


Heated seats, that's right.


Buy it Thom. It looks good on you. Like a jacket but faster.


What's the warrenty like?


68,000 clicks for the engine. 110,000 for maintenance. We have extra protection.


Extra-strength, ribbed and lubricated.

(leans over; whispers)

I want to fuck you in this car.

Between the seats.


Baby, we're still in the showroom.


I like it like that.

Roy & Vicky

Roy Hopkins and Vicki Valentino are driving down a country road near the river. Roy’s attention is to the passenger side of the road.

“Look at that car! Vic.”

“What am I lookin at? “

“That car.”


“Down near the river. Crashed up.”

“Wow,that’s a crashed up car, Roy.”

“What’d I just say.”

Roy pulls over to the side of the road.He gets out and heads toward the car. Vicky reluctantly exits. She starts to smoke.

Roy walks up and takes a survey of the car. It crashed hard into a tree.Two bodies are dead inside.

Roy looks at their crashed-up, broken bodies. The dead men are wearing nice well tailored suits. The passenger has a sharp striped tie. His right wrist has a handcuff to it with a chain leading to the dead man’s feet where a case made of titanium sits.


“What Roy?”

“Vicky, come look at this case on this man’s arm.”

“I don’t wanna look Roy.”


“No, I don’t wanna look.”

“Just come here for Godsake. Look at this case?”

“This better not be gross, Roy. “

“It’s not gross. C’mon, they’re dead. They can’t hurt ya.”

“Oh, I dunno.”

“They’re sure dead Roy.”

“That’s what I said, Vic. Look at this case. I ain’t ever seen a case like that before. Have you?”

“Nah, uh, Roy. Let’s go.”

“No, I want to know what’s in the case, Don’t you want to know?”

“Jesus Christ Roy. Are you daft? They’re dead. Let’s get out of here before we are too.”

“Yeah, but what’s in the case?”

“I don’t care, and you shouldn’t either.”

“Maybe we’re the first. The first here. Maybe they swerved off the road here. See you can see the tracks. They hit this tree, Bang! Just like that. Dead. Both of em. Just like that. Make’s you think.”

“Yeah makes me think I’m going to prison if I stick around with you.”

“I wanna know what’s in the case. I ain’t never seen a case like that before. Pretty important if it’s on his wrist like that.“


“What if it’s money?”

“Do you really think so." Suddenly she was interested. She liked money. “No? Why would they leave the case if it was money.”

“Who said anybody left anything. I’m telling you, they smashed into this tree here. And we’re the first people here on the scene. This is a real find, Vic. We could be rich.

“I dunno. Why would he have it tied to his wrist like that?”

“He didn’t want to lose it.”

“Secret documents. Maybe.”

“Well secret documents are worth money. I’m opening the case.”


“I can’t find a key.”

“Roy! C’mon before someone sees us.”

“I’m going to have to hack it off.”


“Go hide over there and tell me if someone’s comin’. I’m gonna hack it off. “

Roy pulls out his pen knife.


“Just fucking hide over there and tell me if someone is comin'. Can you do that? Can you?

“I can do that. I hate you.”

“I hate you too, baby.Now tell me if someone is comin’.And look away. Okay. Don’t look at me for a few minutes. You don’t want to see this.”

“Oh, god Roy.”

Vicky goes up near the Road. She looks out. She looks back and can see Roy cutting away at the wrist.She looks pale.

A car is coming up the road.

She whistles.

Roy finished up. He cuts the hand off and not knowing what to do with it, throws it in the river.He takes the suitcase and walks down to the water.

Vicky whistles again.

He cleans himself up and hides away.

The cardrives by Vicky, and then slows down a bit. A man and a woman are in the car. Then the car speeds up again and goes off.

Roy comes up the hill with the case.

“Lot of blood. Lot of blood.”

“Don’t get any on me.”

“Ah,I won’t. This case is really heavy. Vic.”

Roy drags the case up the car.He opens the door of the car, throws the case in the back seat.

“Get in,”

Vicky extinguish her cigarette and gets in the car.

Roy drives away and takes one last look at the river.

Jack and Angela, Victorville California.

EXT. EZ-8 Motel-California. morning.

The convertible is parked outside the EZ 8 MOTEL.


Angela sits in the sink looking into the mirror, applying mascara to her eyes. She finishes her eyes, hops down from the sink and walks into


where Jack is sprawled out, face down asleep.

Angela jumps up on the bed and bounces up and down several times above Jack.



Get up!, get up!, get up!

Jack opens his eyes annoyed. He puts a pillow onto of his head.


Jack, get up!, get up!, get up!

Jack takes the pillow off of his head and turns over.


Get Up! I want to go see Roy Rogers today.

Jack roll over again.


“TRIGGER” mounted, stands up on his hind legs, stuffed in all his glory.

Jack, bemused looks at the horse among Roy Rogers and Dale Evans memorabilia. The museum is dark and crowded with photos, dioramas, and guns.

Angela walks in the background looking at the different exhibits.

She finds something interesting and takes her camera out.

A MUSEUM EMPLOYEE, catches Angela about to take a photo.


Ma’am, I’m sorry you can't use your flash in here.

He points at a sign. “No Flash Photography”.



Angela wanders over to Jack looking at Roy and Dale’s REMINGTON Collection.

Jack points at the guns.


Did you see Trigger?


Yeah. Dale’s horse is over there.

Jack looks over at Dale Evans Stuffed horse “BUTTERMILK”.


Can I turn the flash off?

She hands the camera to Jack. He examines it.


Angela takes the camera back from him and puts it back in her purse disappointed.


Jack and Angela walk out toward the car.

An oversized “Trigger” monument is outside, the fort like museum.

A BUS full of JAPANESE TOURISTS, has stopped.Japanese men, women, and children, dressed similarly exit the bus, and proceed to take snapshots.

A TOUR-LEADER speaks in Japanese and instructs the group about the museum.

Jack opens the door of the car for Angela.

He watches the tourists as he walks around to the drivers side of the car.

They sit for a moment and then Jack starts the car.

He pulls out onto the the I-15 towards Baker California.

Angela stares out the window.