Highway Star
Act 1 scene 1
Camera sits in car with a hippie who drives down the highway at a menacing speed. He jams to Deep Purples' "Highway Star". He smokes a joint as he drives and we join him just as the song is beginning and the joint is half finished. The seventies anthem blares from his speakers in a furious assault of rhythm and recklessness. The opening credits present themselves as this scene plays out before us. The man jams out to the song, smoking his stuff and screaming the lyrics. When the joint becomes a fourth of the size it originally was, he throws the roach out his window. The camera follows the roaches flight to the side of the highway as the hippies' music fades in to the distance and is eventually drowned out by traffic. The camera focuses on the still burning roach on the paved road side. In the near distance we can see two men walking up the road towards the camera. The two men are Tim, along the edge of the road, and Phill, walking nearer to the white line. Tim wears a red T-shirt and blue jeans. Phill wears a black T-shirt and black jeans. They both carry duffel bags. As the two get closer to the roach on the side of the highway, the upper regions of them become less visible until the point where we can only see a set of hiking boots (Tims'). A hand reaches down to the road and picks it up. Camera now stays with these two.
Tim: Can you believe someone threw away a perfectly good roach like this?
(the two continue to walk along the side of the highway. Phill extends his thumb and another car flies by, blaring its horn in the process.)
Phill: Damn it! All fucking day with this shit! No one will fucking stop for us!
Tim: Is there no decency in this world anymore?
Phill: Not a single person has so much as slowed down! Four hours of walking and nothing!
Tim: Show some leg, man. I keep telling you that. All we need is some horny trucker... been all alone for weeks and months, cooped up that cab. And then... WHAM! You flash him a little skin. His brakes scream. He gives us a ride.
Phill: Screw you, Tim. Why don't you strut your shit for a ride?
Tim: No way, man. I hit on that fifty year old lady for our last ride. It is now your turn to be someone's' bitch.
Phill: I got us our first ride out of Blossumdale!
Tim: Asking your cousin for a ride does not count. Besides, need I remind you of the babes in the mini-van? Two rides, one trip. You owe me for that one!
Phill: Good point.
Tim: So get out there, Phill. Shake our money maker!
Phill: Fuck you, Tim.
(A car approaches, Phill faces the on coming vehicle and puts his thumb out. The car just flies by and Phill raises his hands in the air and faces the sky, screaming.)
Phill: SON OF A BITCH!!!
Tim: I'll tell you what, Phill.(Phill looks back to Tim as they both continue their walk.) If I can get the next car to stop, you are paying for the room tonight.
Phill: The next car?
(They both stop walking and talk to one another, a car or two fly by)
Tim: The very next car.
Phill: Tim, for four hours I have been trying to accomplish just such a task. And you expect to be able to stop the very next car that comes by?
Tim: I most certainly do.
Phill: And what makes you think you can do it?
Tim: A hunch.
Phill: A hunch, huh? Must be some fucking hunch.
Tim: Yes, the odds do seemed to be stacked up quite considerably against me. Are you taking the bet or what? 'Cause I'm sick of watching you fail, time and time again.
Phill: Fuck you, Tim.
Tim: Are you taking the damn bet so we can get off of the fucking road, or are you going to continue to completely destroy every hint of self worth that you may have once had?
Phill: All right, Tim. I'll take your bet. If you succeed I will pay for the room.
(A car can be seen in the far distance on the road, coming towards them)
Phill: Let's see what you can do.
(The car is speeding towards them and as it gets about forty yards from them, Tim shoves Phill into the oncoming car. Phill Looks back at Tim, shocked.)
Phill: What the fuck are you-?! (He stops talking and throws his hands up to shield him self as the car screeches to a halt only inches from Phill. There is a moment of silence as Phill stares dumb founded at the car. His eyes are wide and his mouth has dropped wide open.)
Tim: You're paying. (Walks over to the driver, who cannot be seen at any point during this scene, and only can be heard slightly above a mumble.)
Phill: What the fuck are you trying to do?!? Kill me?!? (Tim calmly motions for Phill to be quiet about it. The driver rolls down his window and talks to Tim.)
Tim: Man, I am really sorry about that, sir. You see, my friend here just broke it off with his girlfriend. He's been really depressed lately, but I didn't think it was this bad. (driver mumbles something) Yeah, Anyway, I know this is probably asking allot, but seeing as how our car broke down a few miles back, we would greatly appreciate a ride to the next exit. (Driver mumbles something) What do you mean the car isn't there? You must have overlooked it. (Driver mumbles something) Are you sure? (Driver mumbles) That's not cool at all. Man, this just keeps getting better and better. Hey, Phill! Someone stole your car!
Phill: I am going to rip your heart out and feed it to you, Tim, you back stabbing mother fucker.
(Tim focuses his attention back on the driver)
Tim: Yeah, he's real broken up over it. Do you think you can give us that ride? (Driver mumbles) Oh for the love of God, man! You almost ran this sorry fuck over. His blood would be on your hands if your brakes had kicked in a second later. (Driver mumbles) This guys entire life flashes before his eyes because of your sloppy-ass driving technique and you're telling me that you can't even give him and his friend a ride an exit up the street? It's the least you could do, really. (the driver mumbles something sounding affirmative. Tim waves for Phill to get in the car. the tow of them get in the back seat and close the doors. A camera angle shows them through the windows.)
Phill: I can't believe you tried to kill me.
Tim(under his breath): Yeah it's too bad you lost that bet. (then loudly) Man, I cant believe someone stole your car. It wasn't even running!
Phill: I wish you were terminally ill, Tim.
Tim: You think they towed it out of there? (Car peels out and speeds away from us, kicking up a cloud of dust which takes over the screen.)
End scene 1
Camera sits in car with a hippie who drives down the highway at a menacing speed. He jams to Deep Purples' "Highway Star". He smokes a joint as he drives and we join him just as the song is beginning and the joint is half finished. The seventies anthem blares from his speakers in a furious assault of rhythm and recklessness. The opening credits present themselves as this scene plays out before us. The man jams out to the song, smoking his stuff and screaming the lyrics. When the joint becomes a fourth of the size it originally was, he throws the roach out his window. The camera follows the roaches flight to the side of the highway as the hippies' music fades in to the distance and is eventually drowned out by traffic. The camera focuses on the still burning roach on the paved road side. In the near distance we can see two men walking up the road towards the camera. The two men are Tim, along the edge of the road, and Phill, walking nearer to the white line. Tim wears a red T-shirt and blue jeans. Phill wears a black T-shirt and black jeans. They both carry duffel bags. As the two get closer to the roach on the side of the highway, the upper regions of them become less visible until the point where we can only see a set of hiking boots (Tims'). A hand reaches down to the road and picks it up. Camera now stays with these two.
Tim: Can you believe someone threw away a perfectly good roach like this?
(the two continue to walk along the side of the highway. Phill extends his thumb and another car flies by, blaring its horn in the process.)
Phill: Damn it! All fucking day with this shit! No one will fucking stop for us!
Tim: Is there no decency in this world anymore?
Phill: Not a single person has so much as slowed down! Four hours of walking and nothing!
Tim: Show some leg, man. I keep telling you that. All we need is some horny trucker... been all alone for weeks and months, cooped up that cab. And then... WHAM! You flash him a little skin. His brakes scream. He gives us a ride.
Phill: Screw you, Tim. Why don't you strut your shit for a ride?
Tim: No way, man. I hit on that fifty year old lady for our last ride. It is now your turn to be someone's' bitch.
Phill: I got us our first ride out of Blossumdale!
Tim: Asking your cousin for a ride does not count. Besides, need I remind you of the babes in the mini-van? Two rides, one trip. You owe me for that one!
Phill: Good point.
Tim: So get out there, Phill. Shake our money maker!
Phill: Fuck you, Tim.
(A car approaches, Phill faces the on coming vehicle and puts his thumb out. The car just flies by and Phill raises his hands in the air and faces the sky, screaming.)
Phill: SON OF A BITCH!!!
Tim: I'll tell you what, Phill.(Phill looks back to Tim as they both continue their walk.) If I can get the next car to stop, you are paying for the room tonight.
Phill: The next car?
(They both stop walking and talk to one another, a car or two fly by)
Tim: The very next car.
Phill: Tim, for four hours I have been trying to accomplish just such a task. And you expect to be able to stop the very next car that comes by?
Tim: I most certainly do.
Phill: And what makes you think you can do it?
Tim: A hunch.
Phill: A hunch, huh? Must be some fucking hunch.
Tim: Yes, the odds do seemed to be stacked up quite considerably against me. Are you taking the bet or what? 'Cause I'm sick of watching you fail, time and time again.
Phill: Fuck you, Tim.
Tim: Are you taking the damn bet so we can get off of the fucking road, or are you going to continue to completely destroy every hint of self worth that you may have once had?
Phill: All right, Tim. I'll take your bet. If you succeed I will pay for the room.
(A car can be seen in the far distance on the road, coming towards them)
Phill: Let's see what you can do.
(The car is speeding towards them and as it gets about forty yards from them, Tim shoves Phill into the oncoming car. Phill Looks back at Tim, shocked.)
Phill: What the fuck are you-?! (He stops talking and throws his hands up to shield him self as the car screeches to a halt only inches from Phill. There is a moment of silence as Phill stares dumb founded at the car. His eyes are wide and his mouth has dropped wide open.)
Tim: You're paying. (Walks over to the driver, who cannot be seen at any point during this scene, and only can be heard slightly above a mumble.)
Phill: What the fuck are you trying to do?!? Kill me?!? (Tim calmly motions for Phill to be quiet about it. The driver rolls down his window and talks to Tim.)
Tim: Man, I am really sorry about that, sir. You see, my friend here just broke it off with his girlfriend. He's been really depressed lately, but I didn't think it was this bad. (driver mumbles something) Yeah, Anyway, I know this is probably asking allot, but seeing as how our car broke down a few miles back, we would greatly appreciate a ride to the next exit. (Driver mumbles something) What do you mean the car isn't there? You must have overlooked it. (Driver mumbles something) Are you sure? (Driver mumbles) That's not cool at all. Man, this just keeps getting better and better. Hey, Phill! Someone stole your car!
Phill: I am going to rip your heart out and feed it to you, Tim, you back stabbing mother fucker.
(Tim focuses his attention back on the driver)
Tim: Yeah, he's real broken up over it. Do you think you can give us that ride? (Driver mumbles) Oh for the love of God, man! You almost ran this sorry fuck over. His blood would be on your hands if your brakes had kicked in a second later. (Driver mumbles) This guys entire life flashes before his eyes because of your sloppy-ass driving technique and you're telling me that you can't even give him and his friend a ride an exit up the street? It's the least you could do, really. (the driver mumbles something sounding affirmative. Tim waves for Phill to get in the car. the tow of them get in the back seat and close the doors. A camera angle shows them through the windows.)
Phill: I can't believe you tried to kill me.
Tim(under his breath): Yeah it's too bad you lost that bet. (then loudly) Man, I cant believe someone stole your car. It wasn't even running!
Phill: I wish you were terminally ill, Tim.
Tim: You think they towed it out of there? (Car peels out and speeds away from us, kicking up a cloud of dust which takes over the screen.)
End scene 1