INT. DRAWBRIDGE OFFICE, WITH THE BRIDGEMASTER AND HELPER
The two of them are playing knock gin. The BRIDGEMASTER has his
back to the drawbridge. The HELPER, who looks about as bright as
your average two-pound can of Crisco. is facing it.
Jesus! Do you know how to play this
Then make your last draw.
THE CAMERA PANS LEFT, to the control panel. Suddenly all the controls
start to run themselves.
EXT. DRAWBRIDGE APPROACH
Vehicles approach the bridge including the Dump Truck, Produce Truck
a motorcycle and cars that will be models.
INT. THE BRIDGE MOTOR-ROOM
All at once, the huge motors which raise and lower the drawbridge spin
INT. THE CONTROL PANEL IN THE BRIDGE OFFICE
Slowly, the lever marked BRIDGE goes down all by itself, as if pulled
by an invisible hand.
EXT. THE WILINGTION DRAWBRIDGE, MEDIUM SHOT
The drawbridge is starting to go up.. and the traffic is still passing
back and forth.
THE MOTORCYCLE DRIVER AND THE REAR OF THE TRUCK, 3/4 ANGLE
Were using the real bridge here, closed--we've already sold the fact
that its starting to open.
INT. A CAR ON THE BRIDGE APPROACH, WITH 2ND MAN AND WOMAN
The bridge is going up.
Can't be. The lights are green.
Yes, but it's going up.. stop, John!
Stop the car!
EXT. BRIDGE MONTAGE
JANGLES and BANGS as fenders are crimped. Horns blast the air.
Intercut here are shots of the stopped traffic, close-ups of cars and
trucks trying to hold their places as the angle of the road steepens
beneath them, longer shots of our model opening.
People are getting out of their cars and running.
Directly in front of the 2ND MAN and WONANS car is a big truck loaded
with produce. As the angle steepens, the trucks back doors swing open
and watermelons start to roll out of the truck onto the 2ND MAN and
As the bridge rises at a steeper and steeper angle, the cars skid
backwards, crushing those which were behind and are now below. There
are screams--both human and metallic. People are going to be killed.
At the very top, a big dump-truck has been caught at the place
were the bridge is splitting open.
The motorcycle is in front of the produce truck. As the bridge goes
up, the MOTORCYCLIST will abandon his vehicle. It will slide into the
produce truck. The MOTORCYCLIST reaches the rail, then falls.
EXT. THE MOTORCYCLIST. FROM THE TOP OF THE BRIDGE
He slides down and out of sight along the side of the produce truck
just like a kid down a slide.
INT. THE DUMP TRUCK, WITH THE DUMP TRUCK DRIVER
He is scared crapless, and who could blame him? The river is opening
up underneath him.
SOUND, MAGNIFIED: The bridge going up.
EXT. THE TOP OF THE SPLITTING DRAWBRIDGE. WITH THE DUMP TRUCK
The Wilmington side rises out from under the rear of the truck. It
shifts backwards. The rising tongue of the bridge peels off the back
of the truck-bed as if it were paper.
INT. THE DUMP TRUCK
The DUMP TRUCK DRIVER SCREAMS as the cab tilts backwards and upwards.
In a last dispairing effort, he shifts and floors the gas.
EXT. THE DUMP TRUCK’S REAR WHEELS, CU
EXT. THE DRAWBRIDGE AND THE DUMP TRUCK
The dump truck plunges down into the river.
SOOUND: The driver. SCREAMING.
EXT. THE BRIDGE
It stops, all the way up. At the foot of both slopes are big bloody
piles of Detroit rolling iron.
EXT. THE BRIDGEMASTER AND HIS HELPER
The BRIDGEMASTER is badly shocked. Tears are streaming slowly down
his face. Hopeless SCREAMS fill the air from the twin accident sites.
That's impossible. Lignts green...
crossbars never went down...
The BRIDGEMASTER turns and slugs him, knocking him on his butt.
SHUT UP! SHUT UP, YA FUCKIN IGNATS
ASSHOLE! CAN'T YOU SEE WE GOT A SITUATION
EXT. THE DRAWBRIDGE, WIDE
It stands serenely open with carnage and bloodshed at each of its feet.