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But we can see Speck, and his reaction. Utter horror. In fact

he recoils so violently that his coffee spills.

O'RYAN (CONT'D)

Really says it all, wouldn't you agree?

SPECK:

You're a... You're sick.

O'RYAN

That's a matter of opinion.

SPECK:

You're sick!

He rises, leaving the drawings behind. We STAY WITH HIM as he

crosses the diner - deeply unsettled. He reaches the Manager,

(MEL, balding, 50, in no mood) at the register.

MEL:

Mmm-hmm?

SPECK:

I'm having a problem - with another

customer. I'd like you to ask him to

leave, please.

MEL:

What kind of problem?

SPECK:

He's--

He turns, to point out O'Ryan.

...but the booth, suddenly, is empty. The guy has simply

disappeared, taking those drawings with him.

Speck tightens. Mel eyes him, annoyed.

CUT TO:

3 EXT. ALL-AMERICAN DINER - PARKING LOT - MOMENTS LATER 3

Speck hurries out to his Buick, checking over his shoulder

repeatedly. Gets to the car, fumbles with his keys. They fall

to the asphalt. He grabs them, opens the door.

CUT TO:

4 INT. SPECK'S CAR - DRIVING - MOMENTS LATER 4

Speck guns the Buick. Interstate 35 flies by. The farther he

gets away from that Diner, the happier he'll be.

...until a strange SOUND gets his attention: it's WIND, as if

whistling through a ghost town. Hollow, varied - building then

falling off again. Wind.

Trouble is, the windows in this Buick are up.

Yet there it is again: a thin, hollow GHOST-TOWN WIND,

whistling over his shoulder. He's heard it before - in every

Western he ever watched as a kid.

But this wind is coming from his back-seat.

The blood drains right out of Speck's face. Doesn't know if he

should jam on the brakes or drive faster.

He looks in his rear-view, catches a glimpse of a LATEX GLOVE

snapping onto a hand. Dear God: O'Ryan is back there, making

that odd Ghost-Town wind sound. Whistling.

SPECK:

(sheer terror)

What-do-you-want?! What-do-you-want-with-

me?!

No reply. Instead, another gift appears from the back: a

FOURTH DRAWING, tossed from the darkness into Speck's lap.

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