EXT. SKATEBOARD PARK - DAY
Danny kills the roll and lets his sled fly off. He slides to a halt. Catherine rushes over to him.
CATHERINE
Danny!
DANNY
I’m fine. Fine!
He stands. Shakes off everyone’s help.
POWELL
Nussed, again.
Danny forces a smile and a nod then turns to Chill.
DANNY
‘Bro -- you own the Tricktionary.
CHILL
C’mon, dude, that Kick Flip you did was diamonds.
DANNY
But your Vert was ill.
CHILL
Ripped it from you. Playa Domingo. Sorry you’re not still gaming. Be fun to go up.
DANNY
Be a real chase.
Chill quietly beams, bumps knuckles with Danny and rolls off with his crew. Catherine watches. Mario strolls up with Danny’s board.
MARIO
You’re way better than he is.
DANNY
Not anymore.
He takes his skateboard and heads for the car -- walking.
In the background, Randall leads the Hare Krishnas out of the park, just like The Pied Piper of Hamlin, all chanting and singing. Skye watches, bemused.
EXT. DESERT HIGHWAY/WE-COME INN - NIGHT
The SUV roars down the road. The Hare Krishnas are inside, singing. Randall sings with them.
They reach the motel. The SUV stops and Randall hops out, followed by the Hare Krishnas, all singing and chanting. He leads them to Unit One and opens the door.
RANDALL
Your converts await.
The Hare Krishnas jaunt inside. He closes the door.
The singing and chanting keep going. SKITTERING noises come from within. The singing and chanting slow down. Then comes the WHISPERY CHUCKLE. The singing and chanting stop.
Randall sighs, relieved.
SCREAMS burst from within the room, followed by the sounds of CRASHING FURNITURE and someone POUNDING on the walls.
Randall backs away. Waits.
Two BLOOD-COVERED DEVOTEES yank the door open! One is instantly caught; the other bolts outside! She crashes to the ground. A tentacle whips out and drags her back in by her ponytail, SCREAMING. The door slams shut.
Randall waits. The screams end. Unit One is silent. Then comes the WHISPERY CHUCKLE.
Randall nods. Looks at the moon. It’s full and high in the sky.
He slides into the pool. It is clean enough to be filled with water. He stands in the center of the lowest part and extends his arms. The stars are brilliant.
The pool begins to glow. Randall slips into a trance as he slowly looks skyward. The glow in the pool throbs. A light whispers through him and into the sky. A quick burst. The glow stops throbbing. Subsides. He collapses, exhausted.
The OLD MAN IS BACK! Drawn and weary.
The WHISPERY CHUCKLE comes from Unit One.
OLD MAN
Tomorrow. Get more. Tomorrow.
He rises, weakly. Slowly climbs out of the pool. Looks around at the endless desert.
Not a light can be seen.
He sighs and returns to the office.
INT. CATHERINE’S ROOM - NIGHT
That of a neat film student. Danny, Catherine, Skye and Mario watch the skateboarders on her desktop computer.
CATHERINE
Four hours of footage! My project’s just twenty minutes! I’ll never cut this down.
DANNY
Most of it’s crap; I’ll help you dig out the weeds.
(off Catherine’s look)
No class, Monday.
CATHERINE
I thought you had a project due.
DANNY
All taken care of.
SKYE
I say none it’s top-gun. Typical bullshit shredder moves in a world of control.
CATHERINE
What d’you mean?
SKYE
You need a true pipe, not something designed to keep the head-bangs down. Like this place my dad took me, in Death Valley.
MARIO
You got a dad?
She flips him off.
SKYE
It’s an abandoned motel. It’s got a killer pool for sessions. And great rocks for background.
CATHERINE
Yeah, right, I need MORE footage of skateboard freaks doing tricks.
DANNY
Cath...
CATHERINE
Shredder freaks.
He nods. She kiss-kisses him.
MARIO
Be an interesting angle. Contrast the purity of skateboarding in the great wilderness versus society’s need to control it in the cities.
SKYE
With The Art Man doin’ his thing in the purest of nothin’. Even Mario can show off, there.
MARIO
Hey, ch-oh-duh!
He swats her. She laughs.
DANNY
Why not? Drive up, early. Come back that night. Use Sunday to go through what you got.
MARIO
Ninety-five, from what I saw.
CATHERINE
(to Danny)
If you promise not to push it.
DANNY
-- I’ll crank it down to fifty.
She eyes him, wary.
EXT. DESERT HIGHWAY - DAY
Danny's convertible zooms along, Danny and Catherine in the front, Skye and Mario in the back seat, a huge cooler between them. MUSIC like Yanni’s “Aria” BLARES. Catherine tapes as they drive and drive and through the never-ending desert. The MUSIC ENDS.
RADIO DJ (V.O.)
Okay, here’s a fun little item off the news wires. Seems a group of Hare Krishna devotees have run away from home.
MARIO
Bro’, you still do satellite?
Danny just grins.
RADIO DJ (V.O.)
They went out chanting in Puesta del Sol Park, yesterday. Didn’t get back in time for their evening yoga, or some such thing. Their mission made a police report, this morning.
MARIO
That’s where we were, yesterday.
RADIO DJ (V.O.)
Seems Krishna boys and girls aren’t supposed to go wandering without the okay of mission control.
A tricked out pickup truck zooms up behind them -- and we see Chill and Powell inside.
MARIO
What the -- who told them?
SKYE
Me. More the merrier.
(to Chill)
Hey, bro’! Bein’ our shadow?
Powell pops a beer at Danny's car. It spews. Danny howls!
CHILL
Can’t let good pipe go to waste!
POWELL
Hey, Art Man! Up for a real session?
CATHERINE
Did you bring an E-R?!
CHILL
It’s in the back!
The pickup speeds up. Three ice chests are in the back of the truck, strapped in.
DANNY
Those guys’re trippy.
MARIO
Let ‘em go. They’ll never find the place on their own.
Skye stands, waves and WHISTLES. The pickup slows and lets them catch up to it.
SKYE
Better stick. It’s hard to find!
POWELL
You want us to follow you? How gnarly is that?
DANNY
(motions to Skye)
She’s the navigator.
Chill shrugs -- but slips behind them to drive on, in tandem.
‘Bro -- you own the Tricktionary.
CHILL
C’mon, dude, that Kick Flip you did was diamonds.
DANNY
But your Vert was ill.
CHILL
Ripped it from you. Playa Domingo. Sorry you’re not still gaming. Be fun to go up.
DANNY
Be a real chase.
Chill quietly beams, bumps knuckles with Danny and rolls off with his crew. Catherine watches. Mario strolls up with Danny’s board.
MARIO
You’re way better than he is.
DANNY
Not anymore.
He takes his skateboard and heads for the car -- walking.
In the background, Randall leads the Hare Krishnas out of the park, just like The Pied Piper of Hamlin, all chanting and singing. Skye watches, bemused.
EXT. DESERT HIGHWAY/WE-COME INN - NIGHT
The SUV roars down the road. The Hare Krishnas are inside, singing. Randall sings with them.
They reach the motel. The SUV stops and Randall hops out, followed by the Hare Krishnas, all singing and chanting. He leads them to Unit One and opens the door.
RANDALL
Your converts await.
The Hare Krishnas jaunt inside. He closes the door.
The singing and chanting keep going. SKITTERING noises come from within. The singing and chanting slow down. Then comes the WHISPERY CHUCKLE. The singing and chanting stop.
Randall sighs, relieved.
SCREAMS burst from within the room, followed by the sounds of CRASHING FURNITURE and someone POUNDING on the walls.
Randall backs away. Waits.
Two BLOOD-COVERED DEVOTEES yank the door open! One is instantly caught; the other bolts outside! She crashes to the ground. A tentacle whips out and drags her back in by her ponytail, SCREAMING. The door slams shut.
Randall waits. The screams end. Unit One is silent. Then comes the WHISPERY CHUCKLE.
Randall nods. Looks at the moon. It’s full and high in the sky.
He slides into the pool. It is clean enough to be filled with water. He stands in the center of the lowest part and extends his arms. The stars are brilliant.
The pool begins to glow. Randall slips into a trance as he slowly looks skyward. The glow in the pool throbs. A light whispers through him and into the sky. A quick burst. The glow stops throbbing. Subsides. He collapses, exhausted.
The OLD MAN IS BACK! Drawn and weary.
The WHISPERY CHUCKLE comes from Unit One.
OLD MAN
Tomorrow. Get more. Tomorrow.
He rises, weakly. Slowly climbs out of the pool. Looks around at the endless desert.
Not a light can be seen.
He sighs and returns to the office.
INT. CATHERINE’S ROOM - NIGHT
That of a neat film student. Danny, Catherine, Skye and Mario watch the skateboarders on her desktop computer.
CATHERINE
Four hours of footage! My project’s just twenty minutes! I’ll never cut this down.
DANNY
Most of it’s crap; I’ll help you dig out the weeds.
(off Catherine’s look)
No class, Monday.
CATHERINE
I thought you had a project due.
DANNY
All taken care of.
SKYE
I say none it’s top-gun. Typical bullshit shredder moves in a world of control.
CATHERINE
What d’you mean?
SKYE
You need a true pipe, not something designed to keep the head-bangs down. Like this place my dad took me, in Death Valley.
MARIO
You got a dad?
She flips him off.
SKYE
It’s an abandoned motel. It’s got a killer pool for sessions. And great rocks for background.
CATHERINE
Yeah, right, I need MORE footage of skateboard freaks doing tricks.
DANNY
Cath...
CATHERINE
Shredder freaks.
He nods. She kiss-kisses him.
MARIO
Be an interesting angle. Contrast the purity of skateboarding in the great wilderness versus society’s need to control it in the cities.
SKYE
With The Art Man doin’ his thing in the purest of nothin’. Even Mario can show off, there.
MARIO
Hey, ch-oh-duh!
He swats her. She laughs.
DANNY
Why not? Drive up, early. Come back that night. Use Sunday to go through what you got.
MARIO
Ninety-five, from what I saw.
CATHERINE
(to Danny)
If you promise not to push it.
DANNY
-- I’ll crank it down to fifty.
She eyes him, wary.
EXT. DESERT HIGHWAY - DAY
Danny's convertible zooms along, Danny and Catherine in the front, Skye and Mario in the back seat, a huge cooler between them. MUSIC like Yanni’s “Aria” BLARES. Catherine tapes as they drive and drive and through the never-ending desert. The MUSIC ENDS.
RADIO DJ (V.O.)
Okay, here’s a fun little item off the news wires. Seems a group of Hare Krishna devotees have run away from home.
MARIO
Bro’, you still do satellite?
Danny just grins.
RADIO DJ (V.O.)
They went out chanting in Puesta del Sol Park, yesterday. Didn’t get back in time for their evening yoga, or some such thing. Their mission made a police report, this morning.
MARIO
That’s where we were, yesterday.
RADIO DJ (V.O.)
Seems Krishna boys and girls aren’t supposed to go wandering without the okay of mission control.
A tricked out pickup truck zooms up behind them -- and we see Chill and Powell inside.
MARIO
What the -- who told them?
SKYE
Me. More the merrier.
(to Chill)
Hey, bro’! Bein’ our shadow?
Powell pops a beer at Danny's car. It spews. Danny howls!
CHILL
Can’t let good pipe go to waste!
POWELL
Hey, Art Man! Up for a real session?
CATHERINE
Did you bring an E-R?!
CHILL
It’s in the back!
The pickup speeds up. Three ice chests are in the back of the truck, strapped in.
DANNY
Those guys’re trippy.
MARIO
Let ‘em go. They’ll never find the place on their own.
Skye stands, waves and WHISTLES. The pickup slows and lets them catch up to it.
SKYE
Better stick. It’s hard to find!
POWELL
You want us to follow you? How gnarly is that?
DANNY
(motions to Skye)
She’s the navigator.
Chill shrugs -- but slips behind them to drive on, in tandem.
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