Breakdown Page #6

AMY:

This isn’t the Grand Prix, you

know.

Jeff releases his foot from the accelerator. The needle

sinks back down to 65.

She gives him a long contemplative look.

AMY:

What’s bothering you?

JEFF:

I told you. Nothing.

(pause)

The guy was an a**hole.

Keeping an eye on the rear-view mirror, Jeff nods toward

the grocery bag, trying to change the subject.

JEFF:

What’d you get?

Amy pulls out an assortment of candy bars and junk food.

AMY:

Junk food fiesta. Sno Balls, Yoo

Hoo, Moon pies... can you believe

they still make this stuff?

JEFF:

You kidding. It’s probably

gourmet cuisine around here.

CUT TO:

EXT. DESERT HIGHWAY -AERIAL -DAY

Far below us, the Cherokee traces the empty highway.

There are no buildings, no houses, no other vehicles.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. CHEROKEE -DRIVING -FEW MINUTES LATER

Jeff drives in silence. Amy stares out the window,

bored. Looking for a distraction, she picks up a

cellophane package of doughnuts and peruses the label.

(CONTINUED)

16.

CONTINUED:

AMY:

(trying to brighten

the mood)

This is crazy. Look at this.

Says if you win this mail-in

contest, you can choose either

ninety thousand dollars or ninety

thousand doughnuts.

She gives him a playful glance.

AMY:

What would you do with ninety

thousand doughnuts?

Jeff shrugs, disinterested.

JEFF:

I dunno... Sell ’em for thirty

cents each and pay off this car.

AMY:

Very funny.

(beat)

Alright, what about ninety

thousand dollars? What would you

do with that?

Jeff stares out the window. He’s not into this.

JEFF:

I don’t know. Look, Amy, I’m

not -

Suddenly his eyes drop to the console between them -

JEFF:

Sonofabitch!! My camera!He

stole my camera!

AMY:

(startled)

Who?

JEFF:

The redneck at the gas station!

He lifted it right under my nose!

My brand new Nikon.

(pounds wheel

in frustration)

Goddammit.

AMY:

Should we go back?

(CONTINUED)

17.

CONTINUED:

JEFF:

What’s the use. He’s probably

halfway to Bumblefuck now, the

bastard.

AMY:

Look, maybe if we call the cops -

Jeff is about to reply when suddenly the car bucks.

JEFF:

What the hell?

The car gives another jolt.

AMY:

What’d you do?

JEFF:

Nothing. I -

A warning light flashes on the instrument panel. The

brakes and steering lose power. The engine quits cold.

JEFF:

Hang on --I can’t steer!

The CAR bucks and SCREECHES. After a few HICCUPS, it

jerks to a halt, just beyond a crest in the road.

For a moment, they sit there dazed, staring ahead at the

empty road.

the Nikon.

Then Amy notices an object on the floor -She

picks it up.

AMY:

(deadpan)

Found your camera.

He rolls his eyes. He yanks the hood release and gets

out.

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