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Breakfast Time (Short Script – Working Title)

EXT. SCENIC DIRT ROAD - DAY

               MIKE runs along a dirt back-road, soaked in blood, stripped
               to his boxers, in a blind panic. Not a structure or a human
               being is in sight. Nothing but fields and scenic landscape as
               far as the eye can see. He comes to a cross-roads and briefly
               pauses, turning to look down each lane before choosing to go
               right, and continuing his run.

               EXT. ROAD - DAY

               A car driven by FRANCIS pulls up to the same crossroads.
               Francis stops momentarily, before engaging the turn signal
               and veering off to the right. Continuing his drive.

               EXT. ROAD - DAY

               Mike spies two men working in a field off in the distance. 

                                   MIKE
                         Oh, God. Thank you. Thank God!

               Mike approaches the two men.

                                   MIKE (CONT'D)
                         Holy shit, I'm so glad to see you
                         guys. You have to help me. This
                         fucking lunatic kid-napped me and
                         six other people. He killed all of
                         them and tried to drown me in a
                         feed troth full of their blood. I
                         got away after he passed out from
                         huffing gas, but I think he's after
                         me. You have to do something!

               The two men only stare blankly.

                                   MIKE (CONT'D)
                         Please tell me one of you speaks
                         English.

                                   GUY 1
                         Undskylde mig?

                                   MIKE
                         What the fuck? What...

               Guy 1 starts shaking his head violently. He motions toward
               Mike, then to his friend, who also begins shaking his head.

                                   GUY 1
                         Ingen!

                                   MIKE
                         What are you-

                                   GUY 1
                         Ingen! INGEN!

                                   MIKE
                         I don't speak Danish!

               Both of the men start picking up rocks and throwing them at
               Mike.

                                   MIKE (CONT'D)
                         Quit it!

               They don't quit it.

                                   MIKE (CONT'D)
                         Fuck you guys!

               Mike turns and runs off once more.

                                   MIKE (CONT'D)
                         FUCK!

               EXT. ROAD - DAY

               Francis pulls up in front of the two field workers and rolls
               down his window.

                                   FRANCIS
                         Hey, fellas. Have either of you,
                         perchance, seen a naked man,
                         running around out here, barefoot,
                         covered in blood, screaming....?

               Both men stare at Francis for a beat before they
               simultaneously raise their arms and point in the direction
               Mike ran.

               EXT. ROAD - DAY

               Mike still runs. He hears a car approaching from the distance
               behind him.

                                   MIKE
                         No. No, no, no.... NO!!

               Mike hastens his sprint, tearing down the road like a bat out
               of hell, but all in vain.
               Moments pass before Francis pulls next to him and slows his
               vehicle to jogging speed, he pulls to Mike's right and rolls
               down his window.

                                   FRANCIS
                         Morning, Randolph!

                                   MIKE
                         Fuck off! Stop calling me that!

                                   FRANCIS
                         Stop being called that.

                                   MIKE
                         That's...fuck you!

                                   FRANCIS
                         Come on, man, this is pointless.
                         You can't outrun a Subaru. Not even
                         a gazelle could outrun a Subaru.

                                   MIKE
                         That's not even a Subaru.

                                   FRANCIS
                         Maybe not now it isn't.

                                   MIKE
                         Just leave me alone. I won't tell
                         anyone, I promise. Haven't you done
                         enough to me already?

                                   FRANCIS
                         Done enough?! What have I done?!

                                   MIKE
                         You kidnapped me with six other
                         people and then tried to drown me
                         in a feed troth full of their
                         blood!

                                   FRANCIS
                         ...Maybe that was touch extreme.

               Mike just laughs and shakes his head.

                                   FRANCIS (CONT'D)
                         What do you want from me, bro? I
                         was fucking zany on fumes, it
                         seemed like an important experiment
                         to perform.

                                   MIKE
                         Important for who?

                                   FRANCIS
                         Everyone?

                                   MIKE
                         Now I probably have an STD from all
                         the blood in my lungs.

                                   FRANCIS
                         Actually one of them did have HIV,
                         they told me.

                                   MIKE
                         Seriously?!

                                   FRANCIS
                         Just kidding! I don't know if any
                         of them had HIV, but I wore gloves
                         for a reason.

                                   MIKE
                         God, you're an ass-hole.

                                   FRANCIS
                         Hey now, name calling isn't going
                         to win you a ticket aboard the not
                         drowning-in-AIDS-blood express, my
                         friend. 

               Mike keeps his eyes forward, running straight ahead.

                                   FRANCIS (CONT'D)
                         Where are you even trying to go?

               Mike points forward.

                                   FRANCIS (CONT'D)
                         I had you pegged as a runner from
                         the beginning, but still, your
                         cardio is impressive. Your calves
                         must be killing you.

                                   MIKE
                         The burn is mostly in my glutes.

                                   FRANCIS
                         Yeah, I bet. So, what do you say we
                         put our differences aside and-

                                   MIKE
                         Fuck off!

                                   FRANCIS
                         French Toast!?

                                   MIKE
                         What?

                                   FRANCIS
                         Let's go grab some breakfast.
                         French toast. My treat.

                                   MIKE
                         It's a trick!

                                   FRANCIS
                         Me? Trick you? My good friend
                         Rudolph?

                                   MIKE
                         It's Randolph!

                                   FRANCIS
                         My mistake.

                                   MIKE
                         Give me my clothes back.

                                   FRANCIS
                         You mean my clothes?

                                   MIKE
                         You stole them from me!

                                   FRANCIS
                         I actually threw your pants away
                         because they didn't fit, but this
                         shirt? It's like wearing clouds.

                                   MIKE
                         What about my shoes?

                                   FRANCIS
                         Tossed em'.

                                   MIKE
                         Jesus Christ.

                                   FRANCIS
                         My bad.

               Mike continues jogging, his pace now slowing. He gives
               Francis the silent treatment.

                                   FRANCIS (CONT'D)
                         Dude! French Toast! Who could say
                         'no' to that?

               Mike points at himself. Francis abruptly swerves toward Mike.
               Mike leaps out of the way, almost falling over.

                                   MIKE
                         What the shit?!

               Francis laughs, and does it again, and once more.

                                   MIKE (CONT'D)
                         Cut it out!

                                   FRANCIS
                         Do you think I want to be in this
                         position any more than you do?

                                   MIKE
                         I don't even have skin on my feet
                         anymore!

                                   FRANCIS
                         Then you shouldn't have run away!

                                   MIKE
                         I'm covered in other people's
                         blood. Flies keep landing on me and
                         getting stuck in it and dying. I'm
                         covered in human blood and dead
                         animals. Do you have any idea what
                         that's like?

                                   FRANCIS
                         Sounds like the world's saddest
                         bukkake.

               Mike stumbles and falls, screaming in agony.

                                   FRANCIS (CONT'D)
                         Oh, snap!

               Francis pulls his car over and gets out. He approaches Mike
               and leans over him.

                                   FRANCIS (CONT'D)
                         Are you Ok?

                                   MIKE
                         I pulled a hammy.

                                   FRANCIS
                         Saw that coming. 

               Francis offers his hand to help Mike up. Mike takes it and
               stands, leaning against the car for support.

                                   FRANCIS (CONT'D)
                         Mike, we need to end this silly
                         game between us. Nobody has
                         anything to gain from it. Look, you
                         see that?

               Francis points into the car, gesturing toward a layer of
               towels laid over the passenger side seat.

                                   FRANCIS (CONT'D)
                         I already put towels down for you.
                         There's water, and neosporin, and
                         tylenol, and band-aids for your
                         feet and trail mix. Not to mention
                         a big plate of French Toast with
                         your name written on it, in syrup
                         and powdered sugar.

               Mike stands. He looks at Francis, then into the car, then
               down the road.

                                   FRANCIS (CONT'D)
                         How much longer can you run for?
                         Nobodies going to find you out
                         here. 

                                   MIKE
                         It's a trick...

                                   FRANCIS
                         Whether it is or not, it's a trick
                         you have nothing to lose by falling
                         for. If I wanted to kill you, I'd
                         have just run you over and kicked
                         your body into a ditch. Which I
                         could still do.

               A pounding noise is heard from the trunk of the car. Mike
               looks at it in alarm, Francis doesn't seem to notice.

                                   MIKE
                         Do you have somebody in the trunk?

               Francis holds up two fingers.

                                   FRANCIS
                         Dos.

                                   MIKE
                         Who?

                                   FRANCIS
                         Couple of D-bags I nabbed a ways
                         back down the road.

                                   MIKE
                         Danish?

                                   FRANCIS
                         I'd guess yeah.

                                   MIKE
                         Fuck those guys.

                                   FRANCIS
                         I bet one of them has a pair of
                         shoes that'll fit...

               Mike lets out a brief chuckle. Francis laughs and pats him on
               the back. 

                                   FRANCIS (CONT'D)
                         Hop in, partner! Restaurants won't
                         be serving breakfast for much
                         longer.

               Mike shrugs and walks around to the passenger side door.

                                   FRANCIS (CONT'D)
                         Just make sure you sit on the
                         towels, though. This is a Subaru.
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