127 Hours Page #2

INT. ARON'S TRUCK. NIGHT.

Suddenly a small brown sign flashes past. He kicks down on

the brakes and reverses back. It's the sign pointing out the

road spur to Horseshoe and Blue John Canyons.

ARON:

Nearly missed it!

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EXT. HIGH ABOVE ARON'S TRUCK. NIGHT.

The truck turns sharp left.

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INT. ARON'S TRUCK. NIGHT.

Now a really bumpy road approaching the dirt parking area.

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4.

EXT. PARKING AREA. NIGHT.

Ghostly, but there are three other vehicles and two

encampments at the Trailhead, despite signs prohibiting

camping.

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INT. ARON'S TRUCK. NIGHT.

He turns off the music and waits for a head to pop out or a

light to come on but they have all turned in. Ghostly.

He glides to a flat spot near the sign board welcoming

visitors to the Horseshoe Canyon quadrant of Canyonlands

National Park.

He whips into the back of the truck and flings everything out

of the way of his sleeping bag and pad. Black.

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BLACK.

But no rest.

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INT. ARON'S TRUCK. DAY.

The doors smash open to reveal a glorious day and Aron's

bike careers into it.

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EXT. DESERT. VARIOUS.

It's still like a wild road movie, but now on a bicycle.

Having parked his motorized transport he ploughs into the

land like an ad for extreme sports. Past bikers, he vanishes

temporarily in their dust cloud, he wears a bandana across

his face as the bikers pass by... a final telephone box, past

remnants of those who tried to settle or work this

unforgiving land; Aborigines, frontier settlers, ranchers...

all driven away from a heartland he ploughs into.......

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EXT. DESERT. CU on ARON.

Wearing a pair of beat-up running shoes and thick wool-blend

socks, Lycra biking shorts and a Phish tee shirt he has a

back pack with equipment but hydrates through a gallon of

water stored in an insulated three litre CamelBak hydration

pouch which he sucks on without stopping.

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