It's
dark, Gmech is driving. They're in the country. Her eyes are
fixed on the road. White lines dash toward her repetitively.
She
passes a sign that says "Distance to destination - bloody
forever". She sighs, yawns.
In
the rear view mirror she can see Bruce in the backseat, staring
aimlessly out the side window. He's reading the signs as they
pass too.
Fly
lets off a small fart.
BRUCE:
Was that you Gmech?
GMECH:
No it was Fly.
BRUCE:
Ew gross.
Fly
shuffles in her seat, unaware. Dribbling. Her snoring resumes
as she settles into a new comfy position.
GMECH:
Mmm.
Gmech's
eyelids are growing droopy.
A
car approaches them from the other direction, headlights bright.
They pass.
Gmech
winds the window down for some air. She licks her finger and
runs it along her brow to try and make her eyes feel more alert.
But....
Her
eyes grow droopy again. She's struggling.
Bruce
reads out loud an approaching sign.
BRUCE:
"Drowsy Drivers Die".
Beat.
He has a good old think about this and declares, in his voice-breaking
conclusion.
BRUCE:
Actually I don't think that's strictly true.... passengers can
die t.....
But
before he can finish his sentence - loud warning sounds from
another car suddenly blare madly at them. Blinding light floods
Bruce's face for an instant. Then...
Cut
to black with the sound of an almighty crash. The sound of metal
bouncing across the bitumen.
Super
over black: OR....
The
scene resumes from the fart.
BRUCE:
Was that you Gmech?
GMECH:
No it was Fly.
BRUCE:
Ew gross.
Fly
shuffles in her seat, unaware. Dribbling. Her snoring resumes
as she settles into a new comfy position.
GMECH:
Mmm.
Gmech's
eyelids are growing droopy. She realises and decides to check
if it's safe to pull over the side of the road.
GMECH:
Just gonna pull over for a power nap.
She
indicates, slows down and pulls over. Bruce sighs.
Gmech
sets her watch for a ten minute alarm to go off. She nestles
into her seat, and closes her eyes.
BRUCE:
(to himself) Wish I could drive!
Fly
lets out another fart.
Gmech
winds her window down without opening her eyes.
Bruce
growls. Shaking his head and frowning.
He
waits. But then cops a whiff of the smell.
BRUCE:
Ewwwwww.
End.
Script
Sample: DANCING
GMECH:(to
cam) So you selected dancing ey? (cheeky grin) Righto.
She
saunters over the jukebox, calling to Fly as she goes.
GMECH:
Hey Fly. They want dancing!
Fly's
legs are up on Gmech's desk in her office, she's reading a mag.
FLY:
(chuckles to herself) Course they do.
Gmech
selects a tune on the duke box** if there's a way for the
user to dictate what tune this is that'd be ideal.
Gmech
dims the lights in the garage and positions herself centre stage
like some kind of interpretive dancer at an annual concert.
The
music starts, and off she goes. Dancing her little tush off
in whatever manner she feels.
Fly
bops over and joins her, dancing minimalistically in her uber
cool way.
Cut
to: down the street Bruce can be seen running with all his might
toward the garage on the top of the hill. He's being drawn by
the music in the distance. He slows to a stop, too puffed to
continue, man he's got a long way to go.
Inside
the garage, in the sparse light, with mozzies and other annoying
insects headbutting the light bulb our two girls dance away.
Outside
Bruce is forcing himself with everything he's got to clamber
up the hill closer to the music. But he's out of breath, wheezing
like an asthmatic.
The
girls dance together, enjoying the time they're having.
Bruce
crawls on his hands and knees to the door, he gets there and
looks in, trying to appear as composed as a twelve year old
can when he's on his hands and knees!
BRUCE:
Hey so are we dancing?
The
girls look over... just as the song finishes.
GMECH:
I think we're done.
BRUCE:
Ugh. He collapses.
Gmech
flicks the light switch back on to full again and returns to
the bury herself under the bonnet of a car.
Fly
returns to the office and resumes her feet up position reading
a magazine.
BRUCE:
Not fair.
FLY:
Oh I think it is.
GMECH:
Yep. Fair.
BRUCE
hasn't move. He's still slumped on the ground. Unable to move.
He blinks. Not happy.
End.
