Starman Page #6

EXT. LOGGING ROAD - NIGHT

An 18-wheeler with a load of logs lumbers past us.

INT. TRUCK - NIGHT

It feels cozy with the wipers slapping the rain off the

windshield. The DRIVER is trying to steal a cigarette out of

his snoring PARTNER'S pocket without waking him up. He gets

one and reaches for the lighter.

EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - NIGHT

The escaped figure banks around a blind corner.

INT. TRUCK - NIGHT

The driver gets a glimpse of something in his headlights and

slams on the brakes, but it is too late. The figure hits the

spoiler above the cab. We hear the smack of impact. One of

its boots scars the windshield.

EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - NIGHT

The figure bounces off the jack-knifing truck and like a

wounded bird tumbles through the air into the trees. With

the light spinning crazily, it plunges through the boughs

and smashes face first into the mud at the bottom of an

embankment. The strip lights on the sides of its helmet go

out.

EXT. TRUCK - NIGHT

The driver and his partner, standing in the shafts of the

high beams, are peering into the woods.

PARTNER:

What the hell was it anyway?

DRIVER:

Damned if I know.

EXT. WOODS - NIGHT

The figure thrashes over on its back and tries to close a

shoulder-to-hip tear in its life-support suit. By the faint

identification light that flickers on and off inside its

helmet, we see a MAN FROM THE STARS. His skin is translucent

coral. He is gasping as our atmosphere mixes with his and

threatens to suffocate him.

Under his translucent skin a maze of veins and arteries extend

from a white mass that sits in the upper half of his head.

He is hairless. Underneath a graceful fore-head, transparent

eyelids droop over black pupilless eyes. The thin lips that

delineate his mouth are chalk-white.

He tries to clutch the edges of the tear together but is too

weak. His hands drop limply from the suit, allowing the rent

to gape open and reveal the translucent body underneath.

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