Boonville

Scene 3

EXT. MURTHA ROAD. NIGHT.

JESSE and FRANK get out of the truck.

JESSE: What are we going to do?

FRANK: We’re going to find out what that crazy fucker is up to, what do you think?

JESSE: Out in the woods in the middle of the night? What if he knew we were following him?

FRANK: You scared or something?

JESSE: I ain’t scared.

FRANK: Good, let’s go.

FRANK gets a crowbar out of the back seat.

LOW LIGHT on TRAVIS’s truck. We see shadows of FRANK and JESSE approaching. PAN UP as they approach so we can see inside the cab it is empty.

FRANK and JESSE walk around the truck.

JESSE: Where’d he go?

FRANK smashes the driver’s side window with the crowbar.

JESSE: All right, let’s go.

FRANK: What’s your fucking deal? This guy whomps the shit out of you in front of your girl, and all you can think of is running home to mommy.

JESSE: This dude just drives out to the middle of nowhere and disappeared, and you’re not worried? This is fucking crazy, Frank. Let’s get out of here while we can still buy beer.

FRANK looks around.

FRANK: I want to find him.

JESSE: How?

FRANK: Duh, fuckstick. We look for him.

JESSE: You got flashlights?

FRANK: No.

JESSE: Then how do we find him?

FRANK: Open your ears! He’s walking around the woods. If he’s near you, you’re going to hear him. Now you go that way, and I’ll go on this side of the road. Got your cell phone? Text me if you find him.

Continued Thursday.