© 2009 by Claude & Gino Caputi
EXT. NEVADA - HIGHWAY - EVENING
A SIGN reading 'WINEMUCCA, 98 MILES' is the only object on a quiet desert road. It rattles and sways as an 18 WHEELER SEMI-TRUCK roars past it.
TITLE CARD: RAMBLERS
A jaunty, folksy trucking tune plays from the truck's cab as it works its way up and down a winding mountain road.
EXT. GEAR JAMMER TRUCK STOP - EVENING
The 18-Wheeler turns into an enormous truck stop with a proportionately large NEON SIGN advertising the 'THE GEARJAMMER'. The 18 Wheeler parks between OTHER SEMIS and warms down.
The engine stops and a scruffy, hard-bitten 1st TRUCKER (30-ish) climbs out from the cab, locking his door before his foot touches the asphalt.
INT. GEAR JAMMER TRUCK STOP - EVENING
The 'Gear Jammer' is a truck stop of the curio-emporium variety, not only specializing in big eats but TAXIDERMY, GUNS AND AMMO, T-SHIRTS WITH HICK WITTICISMS as well as PAINTINGS OF OUR LORD AND RONALD REAGAN.
1ST TRUCKER enters the large restaurant area and waits impatiently to be seated. There are only a few PATRONS dining tonight.
SHAREE, a waitress, 35, approaches with a MENU.
1st Trucker nods at her. She walks him to a booth and hands him the menu.
The whole pot.
The special tonight is country steak with mushrooms and onions and that comes with salad bar and potatoes. Or we have fish and chips that comes with salad bar only.
Sharee waits for a response but the 1st Trucker only scowls at the menu.
I'll be right back with your coffee.
She leaves. 1st Trucker puts down the menu, then looks up to the taxidermy section where he sees ABSINTHE, 23, leaning on a glass case, half heartedly gazing at the stuffed birds.
Absinthe, an attractive, heavily made-up, black-haired 'goth chick', attired in a black navel-baring shirt, leather mini-skirt, fish-net stockings and heels, sports various RINGS on her face and body as well as TATTOOS that seem to cover every bit of exposed skin.
She meets 1st Trucker's stare and, to his surprise, flashes him a seductive smile.
1st Trucker smiles then shyly looks out the window.
Where are you going?
Startled, 1st Trucker answers before locating her whereabouts.
Absinthe kneeling behind him in the neighboring booth, leans forward and whispers into his ear.
Would you like some company?
1st Trucker cranes his neck around and peers at her, trying to guess her angle.
I'm in a hurry, honey.
Get your food to go then. I'll be outside.
EXT. GEAR JAMMER TRUCK STOP - NIGHT
1ST TRUCKER walks toward his truck carrying a STYROFOAM 'TO GO' CONTAINER and a JUMBO PLASTIC COFFEE THERMOS. He looks around for Absinthe, who's nowhere around.