American Werewolf in London, An

FADE IN 1MAN'S FOOTPRINT on the moon. EXT. MOON Camera begins to pull back slowly, straight up - the song "Moon Shadow" by Cat Stevens begins.Once we are high enough to see the entire moon, the main title is superimposed. An American Werewolf in London We continue to retreat from the moon, looking on as it grows farther from us, continuing credits until the full moon is the size it appears to us from earth. 2EXT. CROSSROADS ON THE MOORS - NIGHT Tree branches enter into the frame, the camera pans down and we see a truck approaching.We are at a crossroads in the moors, looking sinister enough to have earned their literary reputation. The truck stops at the crossroads, the DRIVER, mustached and wearing tweeds, boots, and a muffler, climbs down. "Moon Shadow" ends. CUT TO: Loud bang of the back grating on the truck as it slams down.Revealed among the sheep are two rudely-awakened young American boys.They look exhausted.They both carry backpacks, two American kids on a jaunt in Europe.They are both in their late twenties. It is very cold and they clamber out of the truck none too happily.Pushing sheep aside they step out and stretch. JACK GOODMAN AND DAVID KESSLER They've been cramped for hours. TRUCK DRIVER Here, lads, East Proctor and all about are the moors.I go east here. JACK Yes, well thank you very much for the ride, sir.You have lovely sheep. TRUCK DRIVER (as he clambers back up on his truck) Boys, keep off the moors. Stay on the road.Good luck to you. DAVID Thanks again!