Jennifer 8 Page #3

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He lights up and takes a cruel hit full of nicotine and guilt.

Wouldn't need a clairvoyant to realize he's trying to give up.

Something on the scanner interests him and he wanders back to

the living room. There's a call going out for "David 72 Sam 3."

David 72 acknowledges and BERLIN clearly recognizes the voice.

"We have a 927D/ Springfield Street/ City Dump." But David 72

is already hired. "I'm outside Emersons/ I wanna be the first

horrible face of her day." BERLIN exhales through a smile. The

Controller needs an E.T.A. for the 927? David 72 doesn't know.

Advises her to roll a couple of cars and "Secure the location."

9:
EXT. HILLSIDE. SPRINGFIELD STREET. EUREKA. DAY.

A Chevrolet zig-zags up a shabby canyon. It's the road to the

city dump. Its final bend reveals a line of bellowing garbage

trucks. Everything is backed up. Nothing moves except the car.

The cause of the hold-up is explained at the top. A Sheriff's

car blocks the road. A Uniform moves to wave the Chevrolet in.

10:
EXT. ENTRANCE/TRACK/INFILL. CITY DUMP. EUREKA. DAY.

The car parks at a weigh-house and a man in his 50's gets out.

Looks like he hasn't slept in a while. And got the mood to go

with it. Sports jacket and cowboy boots. A lot of laugh lines

around the eyes. But you wouldn't want to get arrested by him.

And especially not this morning. His name is FREDERICK T ROSS.

TRAVIS:

You can drive down there, Sir ..

ROSS:

I'm already walking. Where is it?

One of those walking with him is a 10-year-old Kid with a Dog.

TRAVIS looks almost too young to own his struggling moustache.

TRAVIS:

On the infill. The guy from

L.A.'s just gone down there ..

ROSS:

He has? .. What's he doing here?

TRAVIS:

He was waiting for you, Sir. Wait-

ed a good while. Said he'd go down

and take a look. I hope that's O.K.

The track sinks through a valley of a million discarded tires.

ROSS:

Damn A, it's O.K. With a bit of

luck I'm goin home. What we got?

TRAVIS:

A derelict.

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