EXT. ROUTE 66/OKLAHOMA - DAY

The gang of motorcycles drive across the endless flat plains through a raging dust storm.  All the guys have bandannas and T-shirts tied across their faces.  They pass a Route 66 sign that says, "Oklahoma."

EXT. THE O.K. BAR - DAY

The motorcycles pull up in front of small, roadside bar.  Most of the others vehicles are dusty pick-ups and beat-up old cars.  Dewey doesn't get off his bike.

                                                                 DEWEY
                                I aint goin' in there.  Bring me out a beer, wouldja?

                                                                 BUD
                                Why not?

                                                                 DEWEY
                                Are you kiddin'?  That's a redneck, asshole bar if I
                                ever seen one.  I got better sense'n that.

Bud waves his hand.

                                                                 BUD
                                Aw, go on.  You can't act like that about everywhere
                                we go.

                                                                 DEWEY
                                Don't tell me how t' act, little Dutch boy.  You don't
                                even know what I'm talkin' about.  There's no place in
                                this whole damn state "my kinda people" would feel
                                welcome.

                                                                 BUD
                                You aint gonna let me live that down, huh?

                                                                 DEWEY
                                Hell no.  And the sooner we get through here and
                                Texas the happier I'll be.

                                                                 BUD
                                You think Arizona or New Mexico'll be any better?

                                                                 DEWEY
                                                           (nods)
                                Sure.  At least they got Indians there, so they used
                                t' havin' colored folks around.

The guys all shrug and head inside.

INT. O.K. BAR - DAY

From the minute the guys enter the dark little bar they are the center of attention for all of the older, pot-bellied men wearing cowboy hats.  Our guys step up to the bar.  Everyone slides away from them on both sides.  The fat BARTENDER shakes his head.

                                                                 BARTENDER
                                                           (flatly)
                                Uh-uh.  No service.

Our guys are reaching the ends of their ropes.  The guys all look at each other and start to laugh.  Virgil addresses everyone in the place.

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                                           (angry)
                                Now hold on just a second.  Last time I checked,
                                Oklahoma was still in America, right?

                                                                 BARTENDER
                                Yeah, so?

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                We just fought a war for freedom, didn't we?  So where's
                                the fuckin' freedom?  You think it doesn't apply here?

That's when two Elk City LOCAL COPS stand up from a dark back table.  Virgil turns to them.

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                Just the guys I wanted to see.  Enforce the fuckin'
                                law!  Make this asshole serve us?

Both cops shake their heads and put their hands on their guns.

                                                                 LOCAL COP #1
                                That asshole's my cousin.

                                                                 BUD
                                                           (aside)
                                Figures.

                                                                 LOCAL COP #2
                                You fellers lookin' for trouble?  Is that it?

                                                                 HORACE
                                We're lookin' for a drink is what we're lookin' for.
                                We're all pretty dry.

                                                                 LOCAL COP #1
                                You weirdies were just on your way out.

Virgil looks at his buddies and they all shake their heads in astonishment.

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                Weirdies?

It's a tense moment.  Everyone is looking at everyone else.  Who's going to start it?

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                Has everyone gone outta their fuckin' minds since
                                the war?

                                                                 LOCAL COP #2
                                What's that got t' do with shit?  We're just simple, law-
                                abiding folks.  We're not lookin' for any trouble, but it
                                sure looks like you fellas are.

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                                           (points)
                                Don't serve me in a public place and you're definitely
                                looking for trouble, pal!

The Cops unsnap their holsters.

                                                                 LOCAL COP #1
                                If it's trouble you're lookin' for, you're gonna get it!

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                Swell.

Stan, as usual, steps in.

                                                                 STAN
                                                           (shrugs)
                                F-f-fuck t-this place, Virg.  Let's j-j-just g-g-go.

Stan walks right out the door.  Virgil throws up his hands and he and the others follow Stan out, the cops right behind them.

EXT. O.K. BAR - DAY

They get outside and find three, teenaged, local yokels sitting on the motorcycles messing around and three more surrounding Dewey brandishing broken bottles and baseball bats.  Dewey is holding them off with a crescent wrench.

The locals spot our guys and the Cops and take off at top speed.  Bud runs after them.  Jason and Horace go up to Dewey who lowers the wrench.

                                                                 JASON
                                You okay?

                                                                 DEWEY
                                Yeah, fine.

Virgil turns to the cops.

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                Simple, law-abiding folks, huh?  Why don't you
                                stop bothering us and try bringing some law and
                                order to your own people?

                                                                 LOCAL COP #2
                                Why don't ya mind your own bidness.
                                                           (to Dewey)
                                Ya sure you're okay there, boy?

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                                           (interjecting)
                                Hey!  Does he look like a boy to you, or a man?

                                                                 LOCAL COP #2
                                I ain't talkin' t' you, boy, I'm talkin' t' him.  Y'okay?


                                                                 DEWEY
                                                           (flatly)
                                Yeah.  Great.

                                                                 LOCAL COP #2
                                Ya wanna press charges?

                                                                 DEWEY
                                                           (laughs)
                                Fuck no.

                                                                 LOCAL COP #1
                                                           (to Virgil)
                                Why don't ch'all do ever'body a favor, get on your
                                motorcycles and go.

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                                           (pushing)
                                That would be our fuckin' pleasure.  No reason to stay
                                in a shithole like this a minute longer than we have to.

                                                                 LOCAL COP #2
                                Don't push me, boy.

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                Or what?  I'm standin' here.

Virgil and the Cop face of for a second, then both Cops get in their car and speed off in the direction the teen-agers just left.

Bud comes walking back up, winded and out of breath.

                                                                 BUD
                                Little shit-heels!

Dewey gets on his bike.

                                                                 DEWEY
                                Like I said, the sooner we get through here and
                                Texas the happier I'll be.

                                                                 BUD
                                Damn right.

They all climb on their bikes.

EXT. ROUTE 66/OKLAHOMA - DAY

Our guys drive slowly up the road wearing very serious expressions.  Dewey pulls ahead, then Bud, then Virgil.  Soon they're riding fast, whooping and hollering.  Finally, it's just Jason and Horace racing each other.  Jason gets way ahead, raises his hand and gives Horace the finger.

                                                                 HORACE
                                                           (grinning)
                                Oh yeah?

Horace crouches low and zooms way ahead.  He's doing over seventy when he passes Jason.  He's probably doing eighty when he hits a pothole, pops a wheelie and loses his front tire.  Horace and his bike go ass over tea kettle for about a quarter of a mile up the road.  When the Triumph and Horace finally stop rolling there's no hope for either of them.

The cycles all pull up and stop.  The guys get off their bikes and stand there staring down at the human and mechanical wreckage.

                                                                 BUD
                                Shit on a stick!

                                                                 DEWEY
                                That boy's dead, no question 'bout it.

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                Deader'n shit.

Stan shakes his head and blinks.  Jason looks like he might vomit.

                                                                 DEWEY
                                                           (accusing)
                                Those fuckin' redneck kids, they're the ones was messin'
                                with the bikes!

                                                                 BUD
                                Those little fuckers!

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                                           (angry)
                                Goddamnit!  Ever since we left it's been a stinking shit
                                storm!

                                                                 BUD
                                Yeah, while we were gone everybody in the country
                                went nuts.

                                                                 JASON
                                                           (totally shocked)
                                This is horrible!  What're we gonna do?

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                I guess we'll ride into town and tell the friendly local
                                coppers.


                                                                 JASON
                                                           (panicking)
                                But what are we gonna do about Horace?

Virgil puts his hand on Jason's shoulder.

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                Jason, there's nothin' we can do.  He's dead.

                                                                 JASON
                                But . . . How can you be sure?  I mean, maybe
                                they can operate or something.  Nobody's even
                                checked his pulse.

Virgil looks at the others.

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                We've all seen enough dead guys to know one when
                                we see one, Jas.  He's dead.

                                                                 JASON
                                But . . . This is so awful!  It's the worst thing that ever
                                happened!

The others all shrug, they don't know about that.

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                Look, your time comes, that's that.

Stan, Bud and Dewey all nod their agreement.

                                                                 JASON
                                But what if it was a mistake?  What if it wasn't
                                really his time?

Dewey, Virgil and Bud all answer at the same time.

                                                                 DEWEY, VIRGIL & BUD
                                                           (simultaneously)
                                It was his time all right.

                                                                 STAN
                                D-d-definitely.

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                Face it, life's short, Jas, and for some it's even
                                shorter.

Jason's all shaken up and turns away.  Virgil keeps his hand on Jason's shoulder but faces the others.  They all exchange a look that says, this has gone too far.

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                The next motherfucker that gets in my face better
                                think twice!

Everyone but Jason nods.

EXT. ROADSIDE - DAY

Horace's front tire continues to roll up the road.  It finally loses momentum, wobbles, then falls over.  All is still except the wind and dust.

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE:

EXT. SHAMROCK/MAIN STREET - DAY

Sheriff McMillan cruises through Shamrock in his police car.  As he passes the drugstore he waves to the group of old guys hanging out on the porch smoking and chewing tobacco.  They all wave back.  Mr. Buford is among them, but he doesn't look happy and keeps his arms crossed.

EXT. McMIILAN HOUSE - DAY

The Sheriff pulls up to his house and finds LuAnne seated on the porch reading her book.  A frown settles on the Sheriff's face as he gets out of the car.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                What the hell're ya doin'?

LuAnne doesn't look up from her book.

                                                                 LUANNE
                                I'm readin' a book, what does it look like I'm doin?
                                Course, how'd y'all know since ya never read one.

The Sheriff grabs the book out of her hands and throws it.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                Goddamn ya, girl!  An' I s'pose you ain't made no
                                supper, neither, huh?  Even though I tol' ya too.

LuAnne points inside with her thumb.

                                                                 LUANNE
                                There's somethin' on the kitchen table for ya, but it
                                ain't supper.

The Sheriff drops the hard edge and tries being honest.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                Why ain't you cookin' my meals like I ast ya, LuAnne?
                                I said it nice.  I jus' don't un'erstand ya no more.

                                                                 LUANNE
                                                           (flatly)
                                I ain't your wife.  She left ya.  I will too, soon as I'm
                                allowed.

He quickly gets angry again.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                You ain't goin' nowheres!  Gettin' jobs, lippin' off!
                                What's next?

                                                                 LUANNE
                                Why don' y'all go on in an' see what's on the table.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                What?

                                                                 LUANNE
                                Go look for yourself.

LuAnne goes down the porch steps and picks up her book.  The Sheriff goes inside.  LuAnne sits back down on the porch swing.

The Sheriff steps out the door holding the headlight, his face a study in total panic.  He looks quickly around and keeps the headlight down out of sight.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                Where'd ya find this?

                                                                 LUANNE
                                Out t' Salt Crick.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                                           (seriously)
                                And so what is it ya think ya know now?

                                                                 LUANNE
                                I know that when I ast ya in the car comin' back from
                                Amarillo whether you an' the other good ol' boys killed
                                any Japs or Jews or Nigras ya tol' me the truth.  Ya didn't.
                                Ya killed the white feller on the motorcycle.

The Sheriff steps up to LuAnne with a deadly serious expression.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                Let's jus' get one thang good an' straight -- I didn't kill
                                nobody!  I weren't even there.

                                                                 LUANNE
                                Where was ya?

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                I was at the Panhandle Saloon and there was a whole
                                bunch a boys there that saw me.

                                                                 LUANNE
                                                           (confused)
                                But I don' un'erstand.  Why the feller on the motorcycle?
                                I bet at least half the folks in town agreed with ever' word
                                he said?  It don' make no sense.

The Sheriff pauses for a long moment, staring off across the burning flatlands.  He squints as though he sees something way off in the distance -- like maybe a guy on a motorcycle wearing a black leather jacket, goggles and gloves riding west on Route 66.  Finally, the Sheriff shakes his head and sighs.  There's nothing on Route 66 but a heat haze.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                That was the day that Mr. Bruford got the telegram
                                sayin' Jimmy'd been killed in France.  That he got hit
                                by a nazi shell an' his body was so chewed up they
                                couldn't even send it home.

                                                                 LUANNE
                                I 'member that.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                                           (nods)
                                That was the same day that feller come into town.
                                So, he was talkin' 'bout killin' Japs and Jews and
                                Nigras an' ever'body got all excited, ready t' go out
                                an' kill someone right that second, from what I hear.
                                'Course there ain't many Jews or Nigras in these parts
                                and the Jap relocation center was nearly a hundred
                                miles away.  Well, then that feller goes on t' say that
                                Hitler was right an' ever'body should be listenin' to
                                him instead of fightin' him.  Well . . . Talk about losin'
                                your audience, Mr. Buford jus' upped an' shot the
                                poor, dumb bastard.  Then ever'body else with a gun
                                shot him, too, jus' t' make Mr. Buford feel better, I
                                guess.  That feller was purty chewed up when I got
                                there.

                                                                 LUANNE
                                An' what did ya do about it, Daddy?

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                                           (plaintively)
                                I didn't do nothin'.  What was I s'posed t' do?  Arrest
                                ever'body in town?

                                                                 LUANNE
                                How 'bout jus' Mr. Buford?

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                His boy'd jus' got killed.  'Sides, he runs the whole
                                damn town, LuAnne.  Ain't nobody gonna testify
                                agin him.  What's the point?

                                                                 LUANNE
                                The point is a man got murdered.  An' jus' 'cause
                                ever'body did it don't make it right.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                                           (frankly)
                                I seen wronger thangs in my days, tha's for sure.
                                That feller was jus' askin' for it.

                                                                 LUANNE
                                That's not the point.  Nothin' ya can say should
                                cause ya t' git killed.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                                           (factually)
                                They still shoot traitors, don't they?

                                                                 LUANNE
                                Yeah, but they get trials first.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                                           (sarcastic)
                                An' when was it y'all went t' law school?  Seems
                                t' me ya jus' barely graduated high school.

                                                                 LUANNE
                                Ya don' need t' go t' law school t' know what's right.
                                An' y'all thank 'cause ya say ya weren't there that
                                your innocent?

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                                           (intensely)
                                I wasn't there and I am innocent.

                                                                 LUANNE
                                If ya know that ever'one in town's broken the law
                                an' ya ain't done nothin' 'bout it, then your jus' as
                                guilty as all the rest of 'em.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                An' jus' what'dya thank your gonna do now, LuAnne?
                                Y'all could get a lotta folks in this town in trouble.

LuAnne grabs her purse, puts her book under her arm and goes down the steps.

                                                                 LUANNE
                                I ain't gonna do nothin'.  But I sure ain't gonna
                                listen t' y'all tell me what's right no more.  Ya
                                wouldn't know what was right if it came up an' bit
                                ya on your fat butt.

LuAnne goes past her Father.  Suddenly he grabs her arms.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                Oh, yeah, Miss Know-it-all!  My not doin' nothin's
                                no different than you not doin' nothin, an' don'
                                thank it is!

LuAnne pulls her arm back and walks away.  The Sheriff is left standing in the street holding the headlight.  He glances down at the damning evidence, looks as though he'd like to throw it, but doesn't.  He quickly goes inside and slams the door.

LuAnne walks up the street with a troubled expression on her face.

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE:

EXT. SHAMROCK/MAIN STREET - DAY

Our guys roar up the main street of Shamrock on their motorcycles.  As they pass the drugstore all the old guys sitting on the porch nearly fall off their chairs.  They all look at each other with the guiltiest expressions imaginable.  Mr. Buford grabs one of the guy's arms.

                                                                 MR. BUFORD
                                Go find the Sheriff.  Quick!

The guy runs off.  Everybody on the porch rises to their feet and watches.

One by one the cycles drive past the Fina gas station, pull up in front of the Drop Inn Cafe and park.  Virgil, a stick match in his teeth, leads the way in.

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                What'dya say we give this joint a workout?

INT. DROP INN CAFE - DAY

The guys all seat themselves in a line at the counter.  Ruth steps up to serve them with a stupefied expression.

                                                                 RUTH
                                You fellers sure ain't from around here.

                                                                 BUD
                                                           (doing John Wayne)
                                That's a fact, Ma'am.  We'd all like some coffee,
                                if you please.  Strong and black like my friend
                                here.

Bud points his thumb at Dewey.  Ruth laughs.

                                                                 RUTH
                                I don' thank Shamrock's never seen nothin' like
                                you boys.

                                                                 BUD
                                                           (still imitating the Duke)
                                You can bet your bottom dollar on that.

Jason, at the far end of the counter, hears a click behind him.  He glances over his shoulder and sees LuAnne sitting in a booth by herself with her book.  She has just opened her purse and taken out a pack of Luckies.  Jason's eyes light up and a grin appears on his face.  He taps Bud on the shoulder.  Bud turns, sees LuAnne and he too grins.  He taps Dewey who taps Virgil.  Virgil's eyes light up as he recognizes LuAnne.

LuAnne takes a cigarette out of the pack, places it between her lips, then searches for a light.  Virgil walks over to LuAnne.  He takes the match from his teeth, lights it with his thumbnail and holds it out to LuAnne's cigarette.  LuAnne looks up at Virgil and the moment of recognition is electrically charged.  They both grin.  LuAnne puts her hand over Virgil's as he lights her smoke.

                                                                 LUANNE
                                So, Sergeant, we meet again.

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                It's a small world.

                                                                 LUANNE
                                If I recall correctly, las' time we met y'all said it
                                was a big world.

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                Exactly.  Mind if I sit down?

                                                                 LUANNE
                                I don' mind a'tall.

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                                           (sits; grinning)
                                If I'm not mistaken I've got an unpaid raincheck with
                                you.

                                                                 LUANNE
                                                           (grins back)
                                That's right.  Wanna go?

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                                           (shrugs)
                                Sure.  When did you turn eighteen?

                                                                 LUANNE
                                I ain't yet.

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                                           (honestly shocked)
                                What?  How can that be?  Nobody stays seventeen
                                that long.

                                                                 LUANNE
                                Sometimes I thank I'm stuck bein' seventeen forever.

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                                           (shrugs)
                                Worse things could happen.

                                                                 LUANNE
                                                           (points)
                                Hey, it aint me that's makin' an issue outa bein'
                                eighteen.

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                I know.  But you've gotta have some standards in
                                your life, even if they don't mean anything.

Virgil glances at the LuAnne's book.

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                That was good.  You like it?

                                                                 LUANNE
                                                           (impressed)
                                Yeah, I do.  Y'all like readin' books, Sergeant?

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                Virgil.  Yeah, I do.  You ever read any Willa Cather?

                                                                 LUANNE
                                                           (shakes her head)
                                Uh-uh.  I don't know who that is.

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                She wrote "O Pioneers?"
                                                           (LuAnne shakes her head)
                                "One Of Ours?"
                                                           (still blank)
                                Well, she's great.  You ought to try her.

                                                                 LUANNE
                                                           (embarrassed)
                                See, a lotta books don't never git here t' Shamrock.
                                Jus' what's on the rack at the drugstore.


                                                                 VIRGIL
                                I got a real good one out at my bike.  I'll let ya
                                borrow it.

                                                                 LUANNE
                                Really?  I'd appreciate it.

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                You like ridin' on motorcycles?

                                                                 LUANNE
                                                           (shrugs)
                                I never been.

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                Well come on.  I'll give ya a ride and lend ya the
                                book.  Two birds with one stone.

                                                                 LUANNE
                                What about your raincheck?

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                I guess I'll just keep waitin' for that.  Come on.

LuAnne pauses for a minute.  She glances over at the counter and all the guys turn away.  Ruth looks straight back at her and raises her eyebrows.  LuAnne turns back to Virgil.

                                                                 LUANNE
                                Let's go.

EXT. DROP INN CAFE - DAY

Virgil kick starts his Harley, revs the throttle, then beckons LuAnne to get on.  LuAnne's grinning and shaking her head, not at all sure.

                                                                 LUANNE
                                Is that thang safe?

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                                           (smirks)
                                Sure it is.

She shakes her head.

                                                                 LUANNE
                                I don' know.

LuAnne glances across the street to the drugstore where every old fart on the porch is watching her intently, particularly Mr. Buford.

Virgil lets go of the throttle, shrugs and reaches into his saddlebag.

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                That's okay.
                                                           (he pulls out his copy
                                                           of "The Lost Lady" and
                                                           hands it to her)
                                Here.  You can have it.

LuAnne takes the book, looks from it to Virgil, then to the old fellows on the porch.  She quickly climbs on the bike.

                                                                 LUANNE
                                Aw, what the hell.

Virgil grins, guns it, shifts the stick to first and blasts up the street.  LuAnne grabs Virgil's shoulders, tight.

                                                                 LUANNE
                                                           (hollering)
                                How come you read books by women?

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                What's the difference?

                                                                 LUANNE
                                I don' know.

Meanwhile, across the street at the drugstore, the head of every old guy on the porch follow the cycle up the street.  When it's gone they all look at each other in panic.  Mr. Buford is fit to be tied.

                                                                 MR. BUFORD
                                Goddamn that girl!  I knew she knew all along,
                                an' now she's gonna tell!

                                                                 OLD FART
                                If them fellers don' already know.  They look like
                                they's that other feller's friends.

That wasn't what Mr. buford wanted to hear.  Just then the black Chevy police car pulls up.  Sheriff
McMillan asks out the window.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                Hey, any a you boys seen LuAnne?

                                                                 MR. BUFORD
                                Didn't Barney find you?

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                Uh-uh.  Why?

They all look at one another, then simultaneously point across the street.  The Sheriff looks where they're pointing and sees the line of motorcycles.  His heart misses a beat and his mouth drops open.  He gets out of the car.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                Who're they?

                                                                 MR. BUFORD
                                                           (snotty)
                                Why don' ya jus' guess!  An' by the by, your LuAnne
                                jus' rode off with one of 'em.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                                           (horrified)
                                She did?  Which way?

Mr. Buford points toward Route 66-and Salt Creek.

                                                                 MR. BUFORD
                                That way.  Out toward Salt Crick!

The Sheriff looks sick to his stomach.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                Oh, shit!

                                                                 MR. BUFORD
                                What does that little girl of yours know?

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                                           (pause)
                                She don' know nothin'.

                                                                 MR. BUFORD
                                Ya shore?  I thank I saw her ridin' her bike out
                                at Salt Crick today.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                                           (defensive)
                                Ya thank ya saw her, or ya saw her?

                                                                 MR. BUFORD
                                I ain't shore.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                Then don't be accusin' her of nothin'!  Y'hear?

                                                                 MR. BUFORD
                                Y'all startin' with me agin?  I mean, Jesus, Alex, what
                                the hell're them motorcycles doin' here?

The Sheriff turns and looks.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                Oh, that.  Well, I don' know.

                                                                 MR. BUFORD
                                Well, why don' ya go do your damn job an' find
                                out?

The Sheriff nods.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                I better go git the deputies, there might be trouble.

                                                                 MR. BUFORD
                                Why don'tcha git the Army and the Navy, too?

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                Why don'tcha mind your own damn bidness!

He gets in the car, pulls a U-turn and quickly drives away.  The men on the porch look at each other, then shrug and sit back down.

                                                                 MR. BUFORD
                                Jesus H. Christ!  What a goddamn day!

EXT. ROUTE 66/TEXAS - DAY

Virgil and LuAnne turn onto Route 66.  Virgil yells loudly over his shoulder.

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                I'm gonna open it up a little, okay?

LuAnne is giddy with excitement.

                                                                 LUANNE
                                Ya mean it goes even faster?

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                                           (grins)
                                Honey, you ain't seen nothin' yet.

Virgil guns it and the Harley takes off. LuAnne hangs onto Virgil's shoulders for dear life.  Soon they're up to 80 mph.  Virgil hollers back.

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                Scared?

                                                                 LUANNE
                                                           (shakes her head)
                                Uh-uh.

                                                                 VIRGIL
                                Then let's go faster.

Virgil floors it.  As the sun drops toward the vast expanse of flat Texas horizon, the Harley tears past in a dusty, roaring blur.

EXT. DROP INN CAFE - DUSK

The police car pulls up in front of the cafe.  The Sheriff and three middle-aged, itchy-looking, uniformed and armed DEPUTIES get out and inspect the line of motorcycles.  They look at each other, then go inside.

INT. DROP INN CAFE - DUSK

None of the guys at the counter notice them at first, they're too busy eating.  But Ruth certainly does and straightens up, sensing trouble.  One by one the guys stop eating and turn around.  Dewey glances at the others, his expression saying, "I told you so."

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                What're you boys doin' here?

                                They all shrug.

                                                                 BUD
                                Eatin' dinner.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                                           (correcting)
                                Dinner's at noon, boy.  This is supper.

                                                                 BUD
                                                           (rolls his eyes)
                                All right, we're eatin' supper.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                An' what're ya figurin' on doin' after supper?

                                                                 BUD
                                                           (grins)
                                Have a smoke, maybe another cup of coffee, a
                                piece of pie.  Why?  You sellin' Girl Scout cookies
                                or something?

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                                           (dead serious)
                                Don't get funny with me, boy!  Is there somethin'
                                you're plannin' on doin' here?

                                                                 BUD
                                We were thinkin' about maybe spending the night,
                                that okay?

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                                           (suspicious)
                                Spendin' the night?  Why?

                                                                 BUD
                                'Cause it's getting dark and we're tired. Is that good
                                enough?

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                There's nothin' your lookin' for here?

                                                                 DEWEY
                                What would we be lookin' for?  There ain't nothin'
                                here.

The Sheriff nods.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                So then you boys jus' stopped here for the night
                                and no other reason?

They all shrug and shake their heads.  The Sheriff takes a new tack.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                What ch'all think about Hitler?

The guys all look at each other-this is getting weird.

                                                                 BUD
                                He's dead, what's there to think about?

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                You think he was right?

                                                                 BUD
                                In dyin'?  Absolutely.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                                           (getting angry)
                                No!  In what he said!

                                                                 BUD
                                                           (amazed)
                                Hitler?  What is this, a quiz show?  What do I
                                win if I answer right?

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                                           (angry)
                                Goddamnit anyway, you're makin' me mad!  Now,
                                just answer me, did you like Hitler?

                                                                 BUD
                                Sure.  He was my best buddy.  We grew up in Toledo
                                together.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                                           (fuming)
                                You're a smart-ass, boy!

                                                                 BUD
                                So what?

Getting nowhere, the Sheriff turns his attention to Dewey, then to Ruth.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                Why's this Nigra sittin' at the same counter where
                                I eat?

Dewey's eyes narrow.  Ruth seems very uncomfortable with Dewey sitting there in front of her.

                                                                 RUTH
                                When the war ended, Sheriff, all them signs came
                                down.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                The signs came down, but that don't change nothin'.
                                All right, y'all, time t' git.

                                                                 BUD
                                But we're not done eatin' our lunch.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                Oh yes ya are!  And when ya get on them bikes of
                                your's, keep a-goin' right outta town.  I don't know
                                what you fellers thank you are, but we don't want
                                none of it here in Shamrock!

The guys all look at each other, then stand to go.  They don't look happy about what they're doing.  Stan, however, doesn't move.  The Sheriff points at Stan.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                You, too, boy.

                                                                 STAN
                                                           (shakes his head)
                                I-I-I'm n-n-not d-d-done.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                Boy, what'sa matter with ya?  Ya jus' weevil-brained
                                an' butt-stupid?  I jus' give ya a chance t' up and go,
                                now go!

                                                                 STAN
                                N-n-no.

Stan continues eating.  Dewey, Bud and Jason look impressed.  The Sheriff is livid and confused.  What do they know?

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                                           (to Stan)
                                Git up and git outta here, boy!  Before ya 'cause me t'
                                do somethin' I don' wanna do.

Stan doesn't turn around, his mouth full.

                                                                 STAN
                                F-f-fuck you!

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                                           (explodes)
                                That stutterin' fool's just bought hisself a night in
                                jail, how 'bout the rest of ya?

Two of the deputies step up on either side of Stan.  It's a very tense moment and no one moves.  All fists are clenched.

                                                                 BUD
                                Then what happens tomorrow?

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                                           (shrugs)
                                He'll go talk to the judge.  And if he can get a
                                civil word outta his mouth, maybe the judge'll
                                let him go.

                                                                 BUD
                                And then again, maybe he won't.

They Sheriff looks straight at Bud.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                Ya never know.

                                                                 BUD
                                Oh, I know.  Don't worry about a thing, Stan.

Stan doesn't look worried.  The Sheriff points at Bud.

                                                                 SHERIFF
                                And if y'all see that other friend of yours, the
                                one with my little girl, you tell him git her home
                                and then git while gittin's good.  Y'hear?

Bud indicates the door and he and the guys leave, glaring back at the cops and throwing Stan sympathetic looks.

 

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