just a short little script.

Fade in

Side of empty country road, sunset

Steam rises from under the hood of an old brown car pulled off to the side.

Jump to

Hot car interior

Two men sit, one desperately trying to call for help on his cell phone and the other sighing and with his eyes close and head tilted back.

GUNNER, an exhausted writer more then happy to have a break and sit in the car for a little bit, driver of car.

GUNNER

Well, plus side is sleep.

RUNE, a mystical gentlemen with dark hair and pale skin. Passenger, desperate to get home for unknown reasons.

RUNE

Plus side? PLUS SIDE? I need to get home!

GUNNER

Cars broken down, nothing to be done about it.

RUNE

Fix it.

GUNNER opens his eyes and gives RUNE a confused look before laying back and closing his eyes

GUNNER

I was never a car guy. More of an artist and writer guy.

RUNE

Well I can’t fix it.

GUNNER [unfazed]

Then I guess we’re stuck.

Unknown truck rumbles down the road, RUNE sees his and launches out of the car, flailing madly to stop the truck. Truck slowly stops

TRUCK DRIVER, balding, fat but kind looking with sparkling brown eyes.

RUNE

Thank god, sir can you help us?

TRUCK DRIVER

What seems to be the problem?

RUNE

I have no cell signal and our car is steaming

TRUCK DRIVER, pulls out his phone and hands it RUNE

TRUCK DRIVER

Try mine, some of those fancy phones just don’t work out this far.

RUNE snatches the phones and quickly dials a number before pressing it to his ear.

RUNE [into phone]

Cyrus? Oh gods above thank you. Cyrus, we’re stuck on the side of the road.

Cyrus [through the phone]

Oh, where? I can come pick you up.

RUNE

Outside of town on the North Hilton Drive. Hurry up, please.

Cyrus [through the phone]

Kay, be there in like ten minutes

RUNE smiles, hangs up and hands the phone back to the TRUCK DRIVER.

RUNE

Thank you so much, sir. Our friend will be here soon.

TRUCK DRIVER

Not a problem, be safe.

RUNE steps back from the truck and it rumbles off, the man returns to the passenger seat and stairs intently ahead waiting for the first sign of CYRUS.

GUNNER
I hate you, you know.

RUNE

I know, sorry.

GUNNER

No you aren’t.

RUNE

Yeah, I know.

Both laps into silence, GUNNER lightly sleeping and RUNE waiting to see Cyrus’s car. Over the hill a red car roars into sight and RUNE lets out a sigh of relief while GUNNER groans and sits up.

GUNNER

I really do hate you.

RUNE [getting out of the old car]

Hate Cyrus, not me. He’s the one with the sports car.

END

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