The Founder Page #4

ON KROC-- staring at Route 66. A single, unbroken line

running from where he is now to that mysterious city out in

Southern California.

10.

EXT. ROUTE 66 - DAY

Kroc driving west on Route 66. Cars, the open road, a

limitless horizon. The sky, the country, the whole world

seems to open up. His heart swells with possibility. The

vastness excites his brain. This must be how Lewis & Clark

felt. And then...

EXT. SAN BERNARDINO CITY LIMITS - ROUTE 66 - DAY

Kroc arrives in San Bernardino. A drab, dusty little town on

the edge of the desert. Hardly the pot of gold at the end of

the rainbow he was expecting. He continues along Route 66,

heading toward the center of town.

SHORT TIME LATER-

Kroc driving. He sees the line before he sees the restaurant.

A long line, hundreds of people, snaking toward a HAMBURGER

STAND in the distance.

ON KROC-- taking in the strange sight of people out of their

cars, queued up in a line leading toward a self-service

window. It’s a distinctly FAMILY CROWD, lots of parents with

their children. Not a teenage delinquent in sight.

He parks, gets out. Unsure what to do, he gets in the line.

He looks off at the restaurant, checks his watch. It’s 1:15.

WOMAN (O.S.)

Don’t worry. It moves fast.

ANGLE ON the WOMAN in front of him. No sooner does she say

this than the line moves. Kroc shuffles forward 10 feet.

SHORT TIME LATER-

Kroc in line, significantly further along. He looks at his

watch. It’s 1:
19.

EXT. MCDONALD’S - SHORT TIME LATER

Kroc at the front of the line. He checks his watch. 1:23.

CASHIER (O.S.)

Welcome to McDonald’s, may I take

your order?

11.

Kroc looks up, sees a CASHIER looking at him with a friendly

smile. Like all the other cashiers, he’s male and wholesome

as apple pie.

RAY KROC:

Um, yes...

He looks at the MENU BOARD. It has just FOUR ITEMS: burgers,

fries, shakes, and Coca-Cola. A radical departure from the

typical sprawling drive-in menu.

RAY KROC (CONT’D)

Hamburger, fries, and a Coca-Cola.

CASHIER:

45 cents, please.

Kroc hands him two quarters.

CASHIER (CONT’D)

And five cents is your change.

Kroc barely has time to put the nickel away when-

CASHIER (CONT’D)

Here you are.

The cashier hands him a paper sack. Kroc looks at it with

confusion.

RAY KROC:

What’s this?

CASHIER:

Your food.

RAY KROC:

I just ordered.

CASHIER:

(shrugs, smiles)

And now it’s here.

Kroc peers into the bag. Lo and behold, inside is a burger,

fries, and a Coca-Cola. He sees it’s all wrapped in PAPER.

RAY KROC:

(”Where are the”--)

Silverware? Plates?

CASHIER:

You just eat it straight out of the

wrapper. Then throw it all out.

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