EXT. THE CIRCLING TRUCKS NIGHT
INT. THE JUKEBOX, WITH JOE
He drops in a quarter. Selects. AC/DC starts singing
"Sink the Pink"
INT. BY THE WINDOW, WITH WANDA JUNE, STEVE GAYTON, HANDY MCKAY
WANDA JUNE is looking out. There is a 40 ounce of Miller's in front of
her. Her hand squeezes on it, relaxes, then squeezes again.
They can’t! We made them!
INT. THE RESTAURANT,
People look around at her.
BILL and BRETT come in from the doorway to the left--they have re-
entered from the inside door connecting to the fueling area, of course.
STEVE GAYTON puts a hand over WANDA JUNE’S hand.
Now come on, sweet thang--
She pulls her hand violently away. Her 40 ounce of beer spills.
Don’t you sweet thang me! They
can't! We made them!
She runs for the front door. The people around her are too paralyzed
with surprise to stop her. She pulls it open and lunges out.
EXT. JUST OUTSIDE THE DOOR, WITH WANDA JUNE
WANDA JUNE (shakes her fist)
YOU CAN'T! WE MADE YOU, Y'HEAR?
EXT. THE DITCH ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD, WITH DEKE
He’s drowsing by the culvert.
WANDA JUNE (voice)
WE MADE YOU!
DEKE comes awake and peers at:
EXT. ANGLE ON THE DIXIE BOY’S FRONT LOT
A white Mack truck cab peels out of line and starts for WANDA JUNE.
EXT. WANDA JUNE
YOU CAN'T! WHERE’S YOUR SENSE OF LOYALTY,
YOU PUKEY THANGS? YOU CAN'T YOU--.
EXT. WANDA JUNE, DEKE'S POV
As the truck bears down on her. BILL comes out, throws an armlock
on her, and drags her back in. The truck comes to a skidding stop
less than a foot from the restaurant and then backs up.
We can just see his eyes over the top of the ditch. They are full
of longing to be over there with them, even if they are surrounded.
rather than to be out here alone in the dark.
INT. JUST INSIDE THE DOOR, WITH BILLY AND WANDA JUNE
He's holding her in his arms. She is sobbing against his shoulder.
WANDA JUNE (muffled sobs)
They can't! We made them! They can't!
BILL and BRETT exchange a look of deep sypathy.
The lights flicker off. On again. Everyone looks up at:
INT. THE RESTAURANT FLOURESCENTS
EXT. THE DIXIE-BOY SIGN
EXT. THE DIXIE-BOY TRUCK-STOP
Lights spill nut of the restaurant window. The pump stations are lit;
there are flourescents on in the garage bays of the service area.
All these lights go on and off twice...and then die.
INT. THE RESTAURMT
WANDA JUNE (shrieks)
NO! NOT IN THE DARK! PLEASE GOD,
DON'T LET US BE IN THE DARK
BRETT moves to her and holds her.
It's going to be all right. Cool
it now. Just cool it. Shhh.
He's peeking over the edge of the ditch at:
EXT. THE DARKENED TRUCK STOP
The trucks go round and round. We can see a stopped tractor-trailer
outside the circle and another one inside. As the circle turns, we can
see the gaps where those trucks were. Among the circling trucks we see
tow more killer trucks from other gas stations.
INT. BILL, AT THE RESTAURANT WINDOW
His cigarette winks fitfully as be smokes and looks out. BRETT joins
him. He puts a friendly arm around her. Behind them, we can see patrons
crashed out on the floor; tbey're sleeping on piles of coats.