Swingers Page #6

MIKE:

Vegas! You think we'll get there by

midnight?

TRENT:

Baby, we're gonna be up by five hundy by

midnight. Vegas, baby!

MIKE:

Vegas!

Mike twists up the Chairman of the Board as we...

DISSOLVE TO:

8 INT. TRENT'S CAR - HOURS LATER 8

The two swingers are starting to fray around the edges but

are unwilling to admit it to each other or themselves. Frank

has been replaced by talk radio.

TRENT:

Vegas, baby!

MIKE:

Vegas!

The needle is still buried.

DISSOLVE TO:

9 INT. TRENT'S CAR - MANY HOURS LATER 9

Sleep deprivation and desert static radio.

TRENT:

Vegas.

MIKE:

Vegas.

DISSOLVE TO:

10 INT. TRENT'S CAR - LATER THAT NIGHT 10

Mike is sleeping in the passenger seat.

TRENT:

Wake up, baby.

MIKE:

(stirring)

Whu?

TRENT:

Look at it, baby. Vegas, baby!

Trent points out a mountain range. It is now the only thing

separating them from their destination. The surreal glow of

the desert sky is accentuated by the loud slashing of the

cobalt and ruby lasers emanating from a source masked by

the craggy peaks. Mike slowly stirs from his slumber. He is

transfixed by this affrontation of nature. It is his first

glimpse of the city without God.

MIKE:

(in reverie)

Vegas.

CUT TO:

11 EXT. VEGAS STRIP - NIGHT 11

The shrill cry of Basie's fat brass section heralds the

arrival of the young swingers. Their eyes drink every watt

of golden light as Sinatra's crooning urges them on.

Mike has either had enough sleep or so little that it no

longer matters. Either way, there's no turning back.

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