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The woman nods. James turns back to us.
JAMES (CONT’D)
You understand me?
Police sirens are heard in the distance. James turns to his
truck outside the window.
9 EXT. COUNTRY ROAD. DAY. 9
SUDDENLY - a pickup truck passes at a hundred MPH. FOLLOWED A
MOMENT LATER by two city cop cars.
10 INT. PICKUP TRUCK. DAY. 10
James rocks in his seat. Odd guttural sounds. In therearview. The two cop cars close upon him. Hits the gas,
hard.
11 HELICOPTER SHOT: EXT. ON RAMP - I-20. DAY 11
The pickup truck skids onto the interstate where two citycars are now joined by two Highway Patrol cars.
A police car pulls up next to him, the officer aiming aweapon and flagging the car down. James sees him andflinches.
JAMES:
Don’t hurt me. Don’t stop me. Don’t
stop me.
He rams the cop car. It retreats.
12 EXT. I-20. DAY 12 EXT. I-20. DAY 12
Three prowlers and a highway patrol RV form a road block. Ahigh engine note pierces the air. The police take up firingpositions.
James sees the roadblock ahead.
JAMES:
Don’t stop me. Don’t stop me.
He smashes through road block. The windscreen is blown outwith gunfire showering James with glass.
He glances in the mirror as wind whips around the truck:
Up ahead another police car sits in the middle of the road. Apoliceman steps out from the car firing his pistol at thepickup truck.
James makes a hard right down a dirt road.
14 INT/EXT. PICKUP TRUCK. GRAVEL PITTS, DAY 14
James’s front tires are blown out. James struggles to controlthe skidding vehicle.
JAMES:
C’mon. C’mon.
The pickup truck rolls to a stop. Five various police carsfrom different jurisdictions enter the Pitts from fivedifferent entrances and take up positions blocking exitroutes.
16 INT. PICKUP TRUCK. DAY. 16
James sits staring straight ahead. Breathing hard. A loudhailer off screen: “EXIT THE VEHICLE WITH YOUR HANDS ABOVE
YOUR HEAD.” James opens the door scattering glass onto theground.
Around the perimeter armed police tense. Safety’s off.
Keeping James in their sights. A young officer sweatsnervously.
9
James stands next to the bullet riddled wreckage of hispickup, hands above his head. He leans back and sings to thesky.
JAMES:
“I Don’t Feel Noways Tired”.
17 EXT. AUGUSTA COUNTRY CLUB. NIGHT. 1942 JAMES 9 YRS 17
A wide, opulent looking club has taken residence in a hugeantebellum home with wrap around porches.
A crowd of Deep Southern white folk, in cocktail attire, fillboth levels of the porches and spill out onto the lawnsurrounding a BOXING RING.
A GROUP OF SIX BLACK MUSICIANS FORM A DIXIELAND BAND. Without
inspiration they play methodically to the all white crowd.
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