EXT. Nevada Desert 1980
We open over a red convertible driving haphazardly over treacherous and bumpy terrain at high speed. A deep blue
showgirls headress blows in the wind. The crystals in the feathers glint in the early morning sunlight. We come slightly
closer to the convertible and begin to hear loud music coming from the stereo. The vehicle is engulfed in dust trailing
behind it. It peels out abruptly and deliberately.
INT. Red Convertible
The man driving the car is wearing mirror sunglasses, you cannot see his eyes. The dust around the car settles. He
slowly reaches for the the radio dial. the leather of the car seat shifting is all that we hear aside from the soft but urgent
whimpering of the showgirl. He slowly begins to turn the large silver knob, dialing into a station playing an ominous piece
of classical music. He pulls a gold case from the right breast pocket of his blazer. He opens the case and selects a
cigarette. He lights it. He breathes in heavy and then exhales. As he begins to speak the velvet smoke muffles his voice.
Man 1:
“Sorry about this Mandy.”
He says sarcastically. Mandy begins crying and shrieking uncontrollably. He revs the engine and puts the car in drive
with great force and anger. Before pressing down on the gas he turns the music up. We pan up from Mandy’s midriff.
Her skin is stark white and perfect. Her stomach heaves up and down as she breathes heavily. Her breasts bounce as the
vehicle hits rocks and uneven terrain. We stay there for a few long moments. Just her breasts bouncing and the ominous
classical music and the sound of the engine. We pan back to the driver, the wind blows his hair as he takes a long draw
from the cigarette. We look at Mandy, her face is beautiful. Her eyes large and doe like only look more sad against the deep
royal blue of her eyeshadow. The man looks at her for a few moments, presses down the gas and then reaches out
and extinguishes his cigarette between her breasts.
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