1-1 Horizontal panel across page, spanning left to right. Jeremy is being slammed face first against his locker. An arc of spittle flies from his mouth as he winces. The bullies are attacking, as usual.
1. TEXT BOX: ANOTHER DAY ANOTHER DOLLAR.
1-2 Bully #1, a skater punk in chains named Isaac, saggy jeans and ‘wife-beater’ has his right hand wrapped around Jeremy’s face, pinning him up against the locker. His face looms in close and menacing to Jeremy. His two cohorts watch in bored amusement in the background. Jeremy can’t make eye contact.
2. ISAAC: PAY THE TOLL BITCH.
1-3 Jeremy’s face, close-up behind the bony fingers of his attacker, trying to speak. His lips are squeezed into a comic pucker between Isaac’s fingers as he blubbers.
3. JEREMY: MUH WUHLUHZIN MUH PUHKIT
2-1 The hand pulls away and Jeremy’s falls, his face dropping off-panel.
1. ISAAC: (off-panel) WHAT’S THAT, GERBIL? THE FUCK DID YOU SAY?
2. BULLY #2: (off-panel) HE WANTS HIS MOMMY!
2-2 Jeremy, rumpled in a heap on the ground, leaning against the lockers, rubs his face gingerly. His darkened eyes are downcast. He’s roughed-up and humiliated but not bleeding.
3. JEREMY: I SAID MY WALLET’S IN MY POCKET.
2-3 Isaac crouching over Jeremy, the lion over its prey, holding up Jeremy’s wallet and pulling out a single dollar bill.
4. ISAAC: YOINK!
5. JEREMY: YOU…TOOK JUST A DOLLAR?
2-4 Isaac, jeering and towering over Jeremy, with his two minions behind him, leering like baboons.
6. ISAAC: TOLL’S ONLY A DOLLAR.
2-5 Isaac starts to walk away, calling back over his shoulder.
7. ISAAC: BESIDES, I DON’T NEED YOUR MONEY.
8. ISAAC: MY PARENTS ARE LOADED.
3-1 Long shot, from about fifty yards, of the three bullies walking away, toward left of panel and another cluster of brown cinder block buildings at El Empresa High School. We’re looking through the eyes of Coyote Don, who has found Jeremy’s school and now found Jeremy, too.
3-2 Coyote Don, his face long and drawn out into a sad recognition, an angry smoldering in his eyes.
1. COYOTE: HMMH.
3-3 Jeremy, still sitting crumpled on the ground, his nose running, looks up without raising his head.
2. JEREMY: ASSHOLE.
3-4 Isaac’s ears catch that last word. Nobody can have the last word but him. Nobody. He jerks back slightly, as though lassoed by the word.
3. ISAAC: WHAT’S THAT?
3-5 The three bullies run in unison back toward Jeremy, motion lines shrieking past them as their jaws clench ferociously. Isaac is closest to camera, barking rabidly.
4. ISAAC: YOU’RE A DEAD MAN GERBIL.
3-6 A dog pile ensues as the three thugs descend on Jeremy and start to beat the shit out of him. All we see of Jeremy is a couple assorted limbs flailing.
5. BULLY #2: SAY IT AGAIN, TWAT! SAY IT AGAIN!
4-1 The pounding is interrupted: Bully #2 is jerked violently backward, legs up in the air, lassoed. The rope is taut but the lassoer is off-panel. Isaac is still viciously pummeling Jeremy but Bully #3 has staggered upright at the surprise appearance of a cowboy with a lasso.
1. BULLY #3: WHAT THE SHIT?
4-2 Coyote Don stands, shoulders hunched, dangerously close to the pack. Behind him rolling on his side is Bully #3, bound tightly by the cinched lasso. Coyote is snarling, hands at his hips, ready to pounce.
2. COYOTE: I’D BACK OFF REAL QUICK—THAT KID’S GOT QUITE A TEMPER.
3. COYOTE: I DON’T THINK YOU WANNA BE HERE WHEN HE LOSES IT.
4-3 Bully #3 steps forward defiantly. He’s not two paces from Coyote. Behind him (right side of panel), Isaac straddles Jeremy, still pinning him, fist raised and ready to strike Jeremy’s face—even though his head is turned now, watching the scene unfold, his mouth open in confusion.
4. BULLY #3: THIS AIN’T ABOUT YOU, GRANDPA. GO BACK TO YOUR BINGO GAME.
5. BULLY #3: UNLESS YOU WANNA PAY, TOO.
5-1 A blur of a leg in a hard, square-toed Pilgrim’s boot, kicking Bully #3 in the face. Bully #3 is rocked by the blow, instantly spitting several teeth.
5-2 Bully #3 puts an arm out to break his fall. He’s mid-fall—well, late-fall—about to hit the ground at an awkward angle. His eyes are rolled up inside his skull. Coyote is in a bent fighting stance, fists upright in front of him, biting his lower lip and squinting at the Bully.
1. COYOTE: WHAT’S THAT, SON? YOU DIDN’T JUST DISRESPECT YOUR ELDER, DID YOU?
5-3 Bully #3 is out for the count, but Isaac starts to get up, his attention now fully on the new threat, Coyote Don. Below him Jeremy is propped on his elbows, one eye already swollen shut, blood tricking from his nose and split lip. From his good eye he watches in amazement.
2. ISAAC: THE FUCK YOU WEARING? DUDE, OLD MAN…
3. ISAAC: YOU JUST EARNED AN ASSLOAD OF TROUBLE.
5-4 Coyote lunges headfirst at the camera, arms outstretched, baring his teeth and looking thoroughly badass.
4. COYOTE: I’M COMFORTABLE WITH THAT.
5-5 Coyote pounces on Isaac like a predator as Isaac tumbles backwards and Coyote claws his face.
5. ISAAC: UNGHH—
6-1 Coyote gets to his feet—he doesn’t like to fight dirty—and he pulls a disoriented Isaac up with him.
1. COYOTE: FIGHT ON YER FEET, PARDNER.
6-2 Coyote plants a fist in Isaac’s gut, causing him to double over, wheezing.
6-3 Isaac has dropped to his knees and off the panel. Coyote Don looks down at him.
2. COYOTE: WHAT’S THE MATTER THERE, DIDN’T YOUR MOMMA TELL YOU HOW TO FIGHT LIKE A MAN?
6-4 Close-up of another boot (oh, that Pilgrim boot!) to the face. Isaac’s head jerks back in a shower of teeth and blood.
3. JEREMY: (off-panel) STOP IT! STOP!
6-5 Panning back a bit, we see Jeremy getting to his feet. He’s a mess, but Isaac and his two minions are a bigger mess. Jeremy has a hand up at Coyote, signaling him to halt as he takes in the carnage. Coyote looks at him perplexed.
4. JEREMY: JEEZ, YOU’RE GOING TO KILL THEM!
5. ISAAC: (broken, tumbling toothless words) YOU’RE DEAD ASSHOLE. I KNOW YOU. YOU’RE DEAD.
6-6 Jeremy’s starts to run from the scene as Coyote turns and watches him go.
6. COYOTE: HEY, WAIT FOR ME, PARDNER!
6-7 Long-shot of Coyote trotting after Jeremy into the parking lot.
7-1 Jeremy through the driver’s side window of his car, turning the ignition and biting his lower lip. Coyote opens the passenger door and starts to climb in.
7-2 Jeremy, his hair mussed and his face a mix of fat lip and black eye and scraped cheek, looks at the man getting into his car with horror and disgust.
1. JEREMY: WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GET OUT!
7-3 Coyote faces him with equal disgust and fastens his seat belt.
2. COYOTE: I WILL NOT.
3. COYOTE: I JUST SAVED YOUR SCRAWNY FLEA-BITTEN HIDE.
4. COYOTE: AND THAT IS NO WAY TO TREAT YOUR ELDERS. YOU’D MAKE ME WALK?
7-4 Through the windshield looking at both Jeremy and Coyote, side by side, for the first time. Jeremy is guilty and embattled. Coyote has a doleful puppy-dog look.
5. JEREMY: I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M DOING THIS.
7-5 The car speeds away into the palm tree-lined streets and hills of El Empresa.
6. JEREMY: YOU COULD’VE KILLED THOSE GUYS BACK THERE.
7. COYOTE: *SNIFF* AND…?
7-6 The little blue Isuzu bounces along a residential street in the hills, where all the houses, though different, look the same: Spanish tile roofs, beige paint, two-car garages with station wagons and SUVs and Lexuses parked in the driveways. Palm trees in dot the neighborhood landscaping. Viewed from this distance, Jeremy and Coyote Don are just shadows inside the car.
8. JEREMY: AND, YOU CAN’T DO THAT, PSYCHO.
9. JEREMY: YOU’D GO TO JAIL FOR LIFE.
10. JEREMY: BESIDES, THEY HAVE FAMILY, PEOPLE THAT CARE ABOUT THEM. MAYBE.
11. JEREMY: WHAT’S THAT LOOK FOR?
8-1 Through the windshield: Coyote looks at Jeremy while Jeremy keeps his eyes on the road. The reflection of palm trees and Spanish bell-style street lamps (not lit; it’s only late afternoon). Coyote is pontificating.
1. COYOTE: PRISON. NOT JAIL.
2. COYOTE: JAIL’S JUST WHERE YOU COOL YER HEELS YOU ‘TILL YOU GO TO TRIAL. THEY DON’T KEEP YOU IN THE POKEY ‘LESS THEY HAFTA.
3. COYOTE: LET ME ASK YOU SUMP’N.
8-2 Jeremy sets his jaw and his lips purse and tighten in anger, his knuckles go white from gripping the wheel tightly. He focuses on the rearview mirror. Coyote is talking at him off-panel to his right (off the left of panel).
4. COYOTE: WHEN WERE YOU GONNA FIGHT BACK?
5. COYOTE: I JUST KEEP REPLAYING IT, AND I CAN’T FIGGER: WERE YOU JUST PLAYIN’ ‘POSSUM, OR WERE YOU REALLY STANDIN’ THERE SQUEEZIN YOUR BISCUIT WHILE THOSE FELLERS CLEANED YER PLOW?
8-3 Coyote is counting off several possible scenarios on his dirty fingertips as Jeremy (off-panel) drives.
6. COYOTE: WHAT’S THAT LOOK FOR?
7. COYOTE: LISSEN, I KNOW YOU WAS BUSHWHACKED, SON. I JUST CAN’T RECKON WHY’D AN HONEST-INJUN BUCKAROO LIKE YOU’D TURN TAIL AND PUT YER LICKS IN ‘AFORE THE SCRATCH EVEN STARTS.
8. COYOTE: OR PERHAPS YOU KNEW I WAS THERE, AND DREW ME OUT WHILST DEFLECTING THEIR ABUSE.
8-4 Through the windshield again: both men look at each other. Jeremy is making an incredulous “you just made no sense whatsoever and it is embarrassing, and you smell” face, while Coyote Don is making an O-shape with his mouth, whistling low in delight.
9. COYOTE: O-HO! SO THAT’S IT! I KNEW IT!!
10. COYOTE: YOU GOT SAND, KIDAROO, THAT MUCH I CAN TELL YE.
11. COYOTE: WELL I’LL BE A GOAT’S EGG—HE KNEW ALL ALONG I WAS THERE!
8-5 The residential area is starting to peter out as we see the car wind along a curvy road lined with more oak trees and eucalyptus than palm trees.
12. COYOTE: WHERE WE HEADED?
9-1 Horizontal, three-quarters of a one-third-page horizontal panel.. The Suzuki is parked at the edge of a dusty slope at the top left of the page, and Jeremy is walk-sliding down the slope with Coyote Don following a few feet behind. They are at Jeremy’s thinking spot in the undeveloped hills east of El Empresa.
1. JEREMY: JUST A SPOT I LIKE TO GO SOMETIMES TO BE BY MYSELF.
2. JEREMY: ALMOST THERE.
9-2 Vertical, with the previous panel making up the third-page stretch: Coyote Don’s face, as they come down the slope to a short bluff where the hill levels out a bit. Coyote’s mesmerized by the view, and a bit wistful at Jeremy’s willingness to share it with him.
9-3 The remaining two-thirds of the page: hovering above and behind Coyote and Jeremy as they stand on the bluff. Jeremy is clambering up a nice boulder for sitting. The view is great: you can see all the curvy folds of brown hills dotted with palm trees and beige-with-Spanish-tile houses like little vertebrae lining the ridges and cascading in windy avenues down into the valleys. Beyond that, dendritic eight-lane freeways forming a distant neural network. Far beyond that, the Santa Ana mountains are behind them, their softly serrations petering out into the vanishing point on the right side of the page. Like so (but without the giant cistern): http://bit.ly/cevE80.
10-1 Jeremy sits cross-legged on the boulder, looking stoically out at Saddleback Valley below. Coyote Don rubs his chin, squints and looks also.
1. JEREMY: I THINK I’M GOING CRAZY.
2. COYOTE: YOU THINK SO?
10-2 Jeremy doesn’t acknowledge or look at Coyote. He keeps talking at the vista. Coyote looks at him with a furrowed brow…
3. JEREMY: IT ALL MAKES SENSE. WHY ELSE WOULD I LET A STRANGE HOMELESS GUY INTO MY CAR? A GUY WHO COULD BE AN AXE MURDERER FOR ALL I KNOW,
4. JEREMY: OR A CRAZED ADDICT.
5. JEREMY: OR AN ALIEN SENT HERE FROM ANOTHER PLANET TO ABDUCT ME AND DO ALL KINDS OF TESTS ON ME.
10-3 Mid-shot, Coyote looks haughtily at Jeremy.
6. COYOTE: I’M STANDIN’ RIGHT HERE, BUCAROO.
7. JEREMY: THEN THERE’S THE VOICES I KEEP HEARING…
8. COYOTE: YOU AN’ ME, BOTH. MINE’S SAYIN’ “I’M HUNGRY,” RIGHT NOW.
10-4 Jeremy and Coyote Don look at each other.
9. COYOTE: THE NAME’S COYOTE DON.
10-5 Coyote walks up to the boulder where Jeremy is sitting, tipping the brim of his hat.
10. COYOTE: AT YER SERVICE.
11. COYOTE: AND YOU ARE—?
10-6 Jeremy looks at Coyote and has a hard time hiding his disgust. But he tries.
12. JEREMY: JEREMY LER—
13. JEREMY: JUST JEREMY.
11-1 Coyote Don looks up at Jeremy on the boulder with new appreciation.
1. COYOTE: JEREMIAH JOHNSON. A MOUNTAIN MAN, EH?
11-2 Coyote Don’s imagination is sparked. He wanders away, rubbing his chin and muttering to himself as Jeremy watches from his boulder.
2. COYOTE: LIVER-EATIN’ JOHNSON. CROW KILLER.
3. JEREMY: HEY! WHERE YOU GOING?
11-3 From up close, we see Jeremy’s indecision as he scrunches up his nose and shields his eyes to see which way the crazy old man is wandering off to.
4. JEREMY: (text box) HE’S HARMLESS. PROBABLY JUST NEEDS SOME FOOD.
5. JEREMY: (text box) HE KICKED ISAAC MENDOZA’S ASS, AND HIS TWO GOONS, WHICH IS MORE THAN I CAN SAY FOR YOU.
6. JEREMY: (text box) FOR SHIT’S SAKE, HE’S PROBABLY GOT RABIES.
7. JEREMY: (text box) HE’S PROBABLY STEALING YOUR CAR.
11-4 At this last thought, Jeremy is propelled into action. Eyes wide at the idea of a real threat, he leaps off the boulder and goes trotting after Coyote Don.
8. JEREMY: HEY, WAIT UP!
11-5 He catches up with Coyote at the beginning (the end?) of a trail near a huge white water cistern at the top of the ridge near the parked car. The laurel sumac is just about the largest foliage in the immediate area: behind them to the east rises the Santa Ana mountains and Blunderbuss Canyon. To their right and in front of them, in the west, the ridges, hills and folds of the entire valley might be visible. The trail here isn’t too remote: there’s a condo development not far below the ridge where they stand. But the trail does loop back further into the canyon…
9. COYOTE: WAY THAT YOU WANDER IS THE WAY THAT YOU—
10. COYOTE: —SAY, DID YOU REALLY EAT INDIAN LIVERS?
11-6 Jeremy is now following, watching his footing as he tries to keep up with Coyote Don’s surprisingly long stride.
11. JEREMY: UH, WHAT?
12. COYOTE: IT’S PROB’LY JUST AS WELL YOU DON’T TELL ME. I’M PART NAVAJO MYSELF, AND I DON’T WANT YOU GETTIN’ THE IDEA TO EXPAND YER PALATE.
12-1 Close-up: through his bruised and cut face, we can tell that Jeremy is completely baffled, and completely intrigued. He’s momentarily forgotten his need to stay in control of the situation.
1. JEREMY: WHERE ARE YOU GOING? THE CAR’S BACK THAT WAY…
12-2 Coyote Don keeps marching along the trail, talking. They’re still not very far from the car, but it’s out of sight and already the deepening foliage makes it feel like they’re miles from nowhere. Coyote’s talking puts the wind in his sails. The more he talks, the faster he moves, and the more certain he is.
2. COYOTE: YOU SAW THAT BEACON BACK THERE, MOUNTAIN MAN?
3. JEREMY: I—THE WATER CISTERN. YEAH. WHAT ABOUT IT?
12-3 Close-up on Coyote Don, looking at the ground before him as he hikes quickly. He’s starting to sweat.
4. COYOTE: THERE’S SOMETHING AIN’T RIGHT ABOUT THIS PLACE. IT’S VAN KLEEVEN, I’M SURE OF IT. HE’S UP TO SOMETHING. BUT WHY WOULD HE RIG A BEACON UP HERE IN THE HILLS, UNLESS HE WAS PLANNING TO ALERT SOMEONE. IN THE EVENT, SAY, OF SOMEONE GETTING’ THE JUMP ON HIM?
12-4 As Coyote walks off the panel, we are left looking at Jeremy, utterly confounded.
5. JEREMY: I DON’T—
12-5 Coyote keeps talking. We see him now from Jeremy’s POV: from the back, ambling purposefully up the trail and around a bend.
6. COYOTE: I NEED YOUR HELP, JEREMIAH. I CAN’T FACE VAN KLEEVEN ALONE. YOU’RE FROM HERE. YOU KNOW THESE HILLS. YOU KNOW EVERY ARROYO, DRY WASH AND PRICKLY PEAR IN THE REGION. YOU KNOW THE HIDEOUTS, ALL THE SALOONS.
12-6 Coyote stops around the bend, suddenly seeing something new but still talking as his eyes take it in, but before his brain has processed it. Jeremy is not in frame (he’s still catching up). Beads of sweat around Coyote’s temples.
7. COYOTE: HIS EYES ARE EVERYWHERE, WATCHIN. WE MUST BE ALERT. I’LL NOT BE MADE A CAT’S PAW OF AGAIN.
8. COYOTE: WE JUST NEED TO LIE IN WAIT AND SEE HOW THE CAT JUMPS—
9. COYOTE: —WHAT IN TARNATION—?
13-1 Full page. Around the corner, the vista opens up again—they are facing south-southeast-ish, away from Saddleback Valley, and into the foothills of the Santa Ana mountains. Several rolling hills lie before them, but they are bald. Instead of being packed dense with chaparral, they are covered in a golden mohair of dry grass. Several of the hilltops have been platted, graded, and leveled for a new housing development. Just visible on the crest of the nearest hill before them, maybe a hundred yards away (as the crow flies), is a construction site. With a cluster of about 8-10 parked backhoe loaders (see http://bit.ly/aZe0JT). From this crane shot, we can see Coyote Don and Jeremy from above and slightly behind them; they are towards the bottom or bottom left of the page.
1. COYOTE: (off-panel) BY GUM…!
2. COYOTE: (off-panel) INJUNS!
14-1 Coyote Don runs…in the opposite direction (back down the trail toward the car), kicking up a plume of cartoon “vanishing in a hurry” dust.
14-2 Jeremy, one hand over his brow as he squints to see whatever it is Coyote saw, grimacing as he squints.
14-3 Jeremy suddenly looks over his shoulder, a little slow on the uptake and now totally baffled.
1. JEREMY: WAIT. WHAT?
14-4 Jeremy stands there, looking back down there trail where Coyote scampered off to in a hurry.
14-5 Jeremy turns again to squint at the hills and backhoes. Mid-shot of him; we don’t see the hills.
2. JEREMY: HEY, UH, DON, I DON’T THINK THOSE ARE INDIANS…
3. JEREMY: (mumbling to himself) IN FACT I’M PRETTY SURE THOSE ARE BACKHOES.
14-6 Same as above. Jeremy is still watching, squinting.
14-7 Same as above.
14-8 Jeremy, without changing position, looks back over his shoulder up the trail, crinkling up his face as he squints in the late afternoon sunlight.
4. JEREMY: UM. DON?
15-1 Horizontal panel, about of a third of the page: Jeremy’s face turns cloudy. He’s kicking a pebble or drawing a circle in the dust in front of him, uncertain as to what just happened, where Coyote Don went, and what he should do now…
1. JEREMY: GREAT. THAT’S FANTASTIC.
15-2 Same shot as above, but Jeremy looks up startled as a loud, crescendoing sound barrels toward him…
2. SOUND FX: ERRRRRRRRRNH
15-3 Jeremy dodges out of the way as his little blue Isuzu comes flying around the bend, taking the corner and launching at him mid-air.
3. JEREMY: HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
16-1 If these pages are side-by-side, then the panels here can reflect the same horizontal layout as the previous page. We see the car land and careen off the trail and down the hill as Jeremy rushes back out to the trail to watch it gallop downhill at near-full speed. As it catches air on the way down, we hear the wild howl of a gleeful coyote coming from the driver’s side…
1. COYOTE: (from inside car, not visible) AWOOOOOOOOOO!!
16-2 Jeremy, still stunned and unsure how to react. His eyes are open wide as they’ll go, jaw dropped as low as it’ll drop, his heart bobbing up somewhere inside his throat.
2. JEREMY: WAIT!
16-3 Silhouette profile of Jeremy starting to run down the hill.
3. JEREMY: I JUST REPLACED THE MUFFLER ON THAT, ASSHOLE!
17-1 Coyote Don careening downhill behind the wheel of a small, unstable Isuzu SUV, his eyes ablaze with chaotic glee, hooting and completely in the moment.
17-2 Jeremy is bulleting down as fast as his legs can carry him, trying to catch up.
17-3 Coyote reaches the backhoes and fishtails in the car, sending up a spray of dust and clumps of dust.
17-4 Coyote levels his gaze at the nearest backhoe.
17-5 We see am indeterminate Southwestern-looking Indian (no feathers, no war paint) circa 1870 look up in terror, other Indians behind him beginning to run, scattering for their lives.
17-6 Coyote sets his jaw in determination, steeling himself for the charge.
17-7 Jeremy, charging downhill, starts screaming.
1. JEREMY: STOP! STOP IT!!
17-8 We see Coyote’s foot, clad in the pilgrim’s boot, slamming on the gas pedal.
2. SOUND FX: SLAM
18-1 From Coyote’s POV we see through the windshield a jarring, bouncing view of a crowd of scrambling Indians. The one he has his sights on is running away, dead ahead, looking in complete terror over his back.
18-2 Coyote sticks his head out the window and lets loose a primal howl.
1. COYOTE: AWOO-WOO-WOOOOOOOOOO!!
18-3 The front wheel hits a small hole.
18-4 The car flips magnificently rear-over-hood in clean black silhouette.
18-5 Jeremy stumbles to a halt halfway up the rise, looking up at his car flying.
2. JEREMY: NOOOO! NO NO NO NO NO!
19-1 Looking into the car through the windshield as it lands right side up with a massive thwump, Coyote’s eyes wide open, his mouth a big “O” of one who has just nearly lost control and is relishing it, his arm out the window waving his hat like a rodeo cowboy. Like a Frederic Remington sculpture…
1. SOUND FX: THWUMMMP
19-2 Realizing he’s okay, he sticks his head out the window again and calls to Jeremy. (The Indians are just backhoes here)
2. COYOTE: I’M RIGHT AS RAIN! DON’T WORRY—
3. COYOTE: —I’LL GIT I’M ON THE NEXT PASS!
19-3 With that, he sets his sights on the Indians who are standing there, panting, stooped over catching their breath.
19-4 He throws the gear shifter into drive.
4. COYOTE: IN THE NAME OF GOD,
5. COYOTE: THE UNITED STATES,
19-5 He shoves his heel into the gas pedal.
6. COYOTE: AND THE BEAR FLAG REPUBLIC…
20-1 Coyote looks maniacal as he grips the wheel tight, his arms rigid, holding on for dear life as he gives it all he’s got.
1. COYOTE: …CHARGE!
20-2 The Indian looks up in surprise, face pale.
20-3 The Indian grits his teeth and takes a defensive stance, throwing his shoulder forward, ready to stop the momentum of the charging cowboy.
20-4 Silhouette of the SUV charging full bore at a motionless backhoe.
21-1 Small horizontal inset panel showing a close-up of Jeremy, his heart stopped, standing there staring helplessly.
1. JEREMY: NO…
21-2 Full page (minus the inset, above): birds-eye view of the underside of the Isuzu…twelve feet in the air. The concussion lines of a major collision/explosion dominates the scene below. We can see the front wheels of the Isuzu still spinning. We don’t see Coyote: he’s presumably still inside the car in mid-air.
END OF EPISODE FOUR.