Long and Lonesome
4 PANELS – LONG HORIZONTAL PANELS STACKED ON TOP OF EACH OTHER
A long lonesome stretch of highway. Red rocks off to the sides. Empty, desolate, the kind of country Satan himself wouldn’t bother with. In the distance, a lone speck glints in the dying sunlight.
CAPTION: Brice would have stopped at Kingman.
That speck comes into view, it’s a car, red, matching the lone and level sands and the towering ruins of rock that break them up. It kicks up dust behind it.
CAPTION: I’ve never owned my own car. He was good for things like that. I just know that you put gas in it, it goes. Sometimes you have to change the oil. It must run out or go bad or something.
CU of the car, there’s an attractive redhead driving. Her name is JEANNE. She is gorgeous, but has a rushed appearance to her. She puts on lipstick in the rearview.
CAPTION: I’ll have to change the oil once I get there. Change, not replace. It must go bad, not run out.
XCU of the cap being placed back on the lipstick tube. Jeanne’s fingers are not as pristine as we would expect from someone putting on lipstick on the highway. The nails aren’t painted. There’s grease on one hand.
CAPTION: Might just get a new car.
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Jeanne sits in the car, staring at the road. As the panel progresses, it bleeds into another image: A man in an alley, bleeding out.
CAPTION: Probably need new plates by now anyway. Learned a few tricks from Brice.
The alley, a man bleeds out, and Jeanne presses his wounds with his shirt. Panic is in her eyes. He doesn’t understand what’s going on.
CAPTION: Didn’t learn how to black it out. Not feel remorse. Not feel terror at watching someone fade away. The sick where you think you’re going to die to, and you can feel it in your chest, just like you caught your own slugs.
A top down view of the car, we see through the roof to Jeanne, and the trunk, filled with duffel bags of guns and money, all clearly labeled by their own caption boxes. Captions 1 and 2 over the trunk, caption 3 with an arrow to Jeanne.
CAPTION 1: GUNS
CAPTION 2: MONEY
CAPTION 3: THE PLAN
A profile of Jeanne, fiddling through her purse as she drives. A shadow is crossing her face.
CAPTION: Mom doesn’t get anything. Jimmy might get something, if I ever find out where he’s living. The rest is going to me. To something new. I finally get to start over. So many songs, one’s on the radio right now, and they know exactly how I’m feeling.
PANEL 5: Jeanne’s car is drifting over the line on the highway. A shadow has fallen over it where sun shines all around.
CAPTION: 150 empty miles between me and starting over.
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SPLASH PAGE – SINGLE IMAGE
COLLISION! A massive 18-wheeler slams into Jeanne’s car, and the devastation is horrendous. Metal crunches and buckles and gas pools and glass shatters and splinters and flies away. Jeanne lurches forward out of her seat on target to the asphalt.
CAPTION: 150 miles to freedom.