Manhunt

M A N H U N T written by Brendan Broderick and Rob Kerchner Property of: CONCORDE/NEW HORIZONS 11600 San Vicente Blvd. Los Angeles, CA 90049 (310)820-6733 Third Draft 11/29/93 EXT COASTAL ROAD - NIGHT OPEN on a highway road in a remote coastal town.We see CAR HEADLIGHTS approach, and we see it's a CONVERTIBLE with the top down, an old 60's sportscar, beat-up but cool. The driver is JIM TRUDELL; he winds his way down the road. He's in good shape, and carries the look of a man who has seen and done much in his 32 years. The road is desolate, except for a lone ROADHOUSE BAR up in the distance.Jim sees it and heads toward it - CUT TO EXT ROADHOUSE BAR - NIGHT As Jim approaches it we see the lot littered with bikers and Harleys - regulars. Jim slows down and pulls up into the driveway - We see two large men, LURCH and WEENER, stagger out the front door.They are very drunk and looking for trouble. Jim gets out of his car, and coolly surveys the rowdy bar. Lurch stops and looks ahead - he sees Jim approach the front door.He slaps Weener on the arm - LURCH How much you give me to fuck with this guy? WEENER How about nothin'? LURCH You're on. Jim approaches the front door.Lurch greets him gregariously - LURCH A hearty good evening to ya. There's a $50 dollar cover charge tonight. Jim nods, realizing they're drunk.He heads toward the front door, but Lurch stands in front of him, blocking his access. Jim smiles weakly at the idiot, simply wanting to get by. JIM Funny.