EXT. THE HIGHWAY WHICH LEADS TO THE DIXlE-BOY, WITh CEKE
Heís riding his bike in the emergency lane.
SOUND: Trucks, Lots of trucks.
DEKE Immediately gets off the highway and into the bushes, dragging
his bike after him. BILLíS right. Heís smart.
EXT. THE FAR LANES, DEKEíS POY
Another passing convoy of trucks, this the biggest one yet. Maybe as
many as a hundred tractor-trailers. They head down the road, fast.
£XT. DEKE, IN THE BUSHES
As the CONVOY SOUNDS FADE, DEKE cautiously gets out of the bushes.
he remounts his bike and rides on.
EXT. DEKE, FURTHER DOWN THE ROAD
He brings his bike to a stop. He looks awed and a little surprised.
EXT. THE DIXIE-BOY EXIT AND THE OVERTURNED FLATBED, DEKE'S POV
The flatbed has burned itself out.
He rides his bike up the exit ramp.
EXT. DEKE, AT THE TOP OF THE RAMP
He comes to a stop and looks down the road toward the Dixie-Boy.
SOUND: The drone of a airplane.
DEKE looks over his shoulder, immediately wary.
EXT. AN EXECUTIVE-TYPE PLANE
It is painted in bright, memorable colors--blue and red, let us say.
Also, theres a memorable slogan on the side: TOOLKIT SPECIAL, and a
wrench logo. The tail-numbers: N9758. It goes into a shallow dive.
INT. THE COCKPIT OF THE TOOLKIT SPECIAL
The wheels turn in tandem; a switch flicks and air starts flowing;
the radio is playing classical music. But the plane is empty.
EXT. THE DESERTED HIGHWAY. PLANEíS POV
Its purpose is clearly reconnaissance. The highway unrolls beneath
it. Hereís the exit with the burned-out flatbed. No sign of human life.
EXT. THE TOOLBOX SPECIAL
It pulls up and banks away.
EXT. HEAVY SHRU8BERY, KUDZU, ETC. BY THE EXIT RAMP
DEKE comes out, dragging his bike after him. He looks scared but
determined. be mounts his bike and rides off toward the Dixie-Boy.
EXT. THE DIXIE-BOY. FAIRLY LONG
The trucks circle endlessly, motors rumbling.
DEKE (disstressed voice)
EXT. THE FAR SIDE OF THE HIGHWAY, WITH DEKE
He's been peering out of the bushes at the truck-stop. Close by is
a culvert which passes under the road and connects with the drain-
age ditch where CAMP LOMAN is lying. At first DEKE'S face says he
hasnít the slightest idea what to do next. Then it lights up a little.
Inspiration has struck. Keeping low, he moves off to the left, along
the ditch which runs parallel to the road and the Dixie-Boy off the
EXT. DEKE, IN THE ROADSIDE DITCH
He stops and looks at:
EXT. A LARGE-BORE SELWER PIPE, DEKEíS POV
A little dirty water dribbles from its mouth into the grass. Itís big
enough (or DEKE and goes under the road toward the Dixie-BOY, but its
mouth is covered with heavy-guage steel mesh.
EXT. DEKE, AT THE PIPE
He pulls at it, yanks at it, but the mesh is too stout. He sits
back, not knowing what to do.