Concussion Page #6
SCARBOROUGH:
We know that.
BENNET:
You may know. But I can prove it.
(and we cut, and--)
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26 EXT. INDUSTRIAL RIVER BANK - DAY
WIDE of a weed-strewn empty lot. A king-cab Chevy pick-up in
the lee of abandoned construction. Side windows blown,
replaced with garbage bags.
As a Harley bike ENTERS FRAME crossing to the pick-up, cut to
27 A REAR-VIEW MIRROR.
In them, eyes, slightly mad, trying to recognize their own
reflection. They fill the screen, then we WIDEN TO-
28 INT. CHEVY PICK-UP TRUCK - DAY
MIKE WEBSTER, 50 but looks 70. Unwashed. Hair stringy.
Granular thickness everywhere, forehead barnacled with scars.
Fingers mangled in a permanent curl, as if gripping a ball.
Surrounded by soiled clothes and Ding-Dong wrappers. Crucifix
dangles from the mirror.
Piles of lined yellow paper. Covered edge to edge in scrawl.
An equally massive MAN dismounts the bike: 6’8”, 320 lbs:
JUSTIN STRZELCZYK (Strel-zik), 36. Heavy-bearded, plaid
shirt, overalls. A giant hippie.
STRZELCZYK:
Webby, hey man, love your digs!
(no response)
Webby, it’s Jugger!
(then)
Mike. It’s Justin.
(Webster turning his big
head, no recognition)
I’ll just sit with you a minute?
And slips behind the wheel. Smells like ass. On the passenger
seat:
container of ammonia; super-glue.WEBSTER:
(awakening to where he is)
Where is this?
STRZELCZYK:
This is Ohio. Off some freeway.
WEBSTER:
Ohio’s got the best truck stops.
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STRZELCZYK:
But this ain’t even that. This is --
I don’t know what this is.
Strzelczyk picks at the yellow paper. Starts to read. Then.
Reaches for Webster’s knee.
STRZELCZYK (CONT’D)
My brother. Been looking for you.
Pam said I might find you here.
(which taps Webster into
momentary focus)
WEBSTER:
Juggers.
STRZELCZYK:
And takes a wad of toilet tissue dipped in ammonia, puts it
to his face. Eyes flare -- “Don’t do that” -- “Keeps me
awake! Don’t want to fall asleep!” -- Strzelczyk grabs for
the wad -- “What the -- Mike!” -- two tree-trunk arms shovel-
hands slap at it-
WEBSTER:
Don’t wanna fall asleep don’t wanna
fall asleep can’t fall asleep-
A glimpse of the mess of Webster’s mouth: teeth glued back
in, gums bloody.
STRZELCZYK:
You gotta let me take you back.
(Webster can’t remember)
You called an audible, Mike. You
took off.
(pause; then)
I heard you sold your Super Bowl
rings. Your rings, man.
Webster non-responsive. Then gets out of the truck. Agitated.
Can’t get the words out. Strzelczyk gets out his side, comes
around. Right up into Webster-
STRZELCZYK (CONT’D)
Pam is your wife. Garrett, your boy-
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