The wave is relentless, huge, menacing. We can't tell if this
noisily. It sucks, it yawns, it roars.
...to find concrete, and garbage, and weeds. END TITLES.
face that's been obscured by grime.
Yellowing newspaper, old Coke cans, Twinkie wrappers... in
it all. We stay with the carton...
off and whips past us.
corner of our frame, doing 75 in the pre-dawn darkness.
Then, the truck is gone, and the rush of air dissipates. The
milk carton, the coke cans... they lie undisturbed.
away from that milk carton, revealing a face. A child. "Have
You Seen Me?" It's heartbreaking.
TILT UP... to take in the vast flatness of Texas' I-35:
...a spoon, stirring a cup of coffee.
Reads "Rod and Reel" magazine. Has a SALESMAN'S CASE by his
side. Around him is a TRUCK-STOP in twilight:
Truckers at the counter, Elvis on the wall, a "Drink Bud!"
Top that off for ya, Hon?
That's DOLLY, a waitress, (50, been here too long.) Speck
Speck's. Speck reacts, startled.
The MAN's name is O'RYAN. We only see PIECES of him: his eyes,
his hands, a stain on his parka...
What's in the case?
So why is this guy bothering me???
What do you sell?
I'm... in restaurant supplies. I didn't
get your name?
Must travel a lot, huh?
Speck is looking for Dolly, a Manager, anyone...
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