Disintised Society - An Ultra-Violent Post Apocalyptic Action Drama

Disintised Society
Written by Matthew Baxter Miller
Copyright 01/21/2011
Draft 02/07/2011
Genre: Post-Apocolyptic Action Drama


Disintised Society
Scene 1
ActI
Character List
Clyde, Dave, Veronica, Kid, Guy

On Screen: Disintise: (Verb) To destroy; completely remove.

Narrated: Years after the last bomb had fallen; when the rain still burned our skin; most of the world was dead. Survivors were forced out of their homes from the valleys and mountains out into the desert. Mostly only the young and the strong survived. Disintised was society.
Clyde, Dave, and Veronica are all in the scene around a freshly dug grave covered with stones.
Clyde: I guess that’s the last we’ll see of Walter… You two ready?
They all move on-
Dave: I like it here.
Clyde: Alright, we’ll make camp.
Dave and Veronica sleep besides each other. Clyde attends to the fire overnight in a time-lapse. The next morning foraging. -
Clyde: When is Veronica going to make you get a job?
Dave: What?
Clyde: Maybe it would help if I pronounciate. Don’t you understand English?
Dave: Yeah, I just don’t understand your question… I’m getting really sick of you.
Clyde: What are you going to do about it?
Dave: Stuff.
Clyde: What stuff?
Dave: Bad stuff.
Clyde: I’m going to wire you from a tree as a puppet, and strew your intestines through the branches! I’m going to feed your brains to squirrels. It'll be nuts.
Dave: Keep that up and you’ll be eating your teeth for breakfast.
Clyde: I’d like to see that.
Dave: I’ll knock you so hard it separates you’re brain stem. You’ll be a vegetable for life.
Clyde: (pointing his finger) You don’t have what it takes!
Dave: You’re pushing it.
Clyde and Dave walk down a grade lined with trees to the river with containers. Clyde forages for berries while Dave searches for crawdads in the river. They can hear from a mile away a motorcycle approaching so they stay in wait hoping the rider will pass. When it stops nearby; Clyde and Dave leave passing the rider across the grade on a parallel trail.
Guy: (mumbling) Fucking Kids better not touch my bike.
Clyde and Dave approach the bike opposite the tree line. Clyde takes out his wallet and removes a folded piece of wire; proceeding to easily pick the saddle box locks.
Dave: I’m going to head back.
Clyde: Alright.
Dave walks out into the desert.
Clyde: These are more valuable than gold.
Clyde finds most of a carton of cigarettes which he stuffs in his backpack after removing a case. Clyde also finds a gun which he places in his waist. Clyde unscrews the gas cap, then tosses it; walking back paces. Clyde packs a case of cigararets, and opens them; lighting, puffing cigarretts - tossing several in aim; landing eventually in the motorcycle’s gas tank. The bike blazes. Clyde runs to catch up with Dave.
Veronica is sitting by the camp fire.
Veronica: Did you bring back anything?
Clyde: Some berries
Dave: A few crawdads.
Clyde: and cigarettes!
Clyde tosses Veronica a pack.
They ate lunch and moved on.-
They sight something in the distance.
Clyde: It’s a missile.
Dave: What would it be doing out here so far from anything?
Clyde: Obviously it wasn’t working right.
Clyde walks up the apex of the protruding missile. He sits down and passes apples out from his backpack.
Dave: Aren't you concerned that might be leaking radiation?
Clyde: No, I like to live life dangerously; besides, we're exposed to it all the time. We're not going to live forever, not like this anyways. (Pointing into the distance) I really think things are going to start getting a lot better. I hear they've been planting hemp plants places like in Chernobyl around here back in the valleys to absorb heavy metals, and that people have seen huge machines filtering radiation out of the soil. I'm sure people have been working on it and making progress.
Dave: Like who?
Clyde: The government?
Dave: What?
Clyde: I'm not sure, but someone's probably working on it.
Veronica: I don’t believe it! You're always talking about this shit - fucking telling everyone we meet, and its all unfounded! Perhaps someday... long from now the world will be for others as we remember it...
Arriving from a distance someone appears.-
Kid: Hey! I noticed you're smoking cigarettes. Can I have one?
Clyde: No.
Kid: C’mon! I need one! If I don't get a cigarette I’m going to kill myself!
Veronica: No one cares!
Kid: C'mon! C'mon! I'll think you're really cool!
Veronica: ...Damn it! Alright, just because I'm trying to get rid of you; if I give you the rest of this pack will you walk away?
Kid: Sure...
Kid walks closer, and Veronica tosses him her nearly empty pack.
Kid: I’ve been following you for a while. It’s good to know who you’re dealing with before you make contact. I want to walk with you. You could use someone like me. I'm really resourceful; I know the area, and how to deal with people and stuff.
Clyde: No, we’re fine on our own.
Kid: Alright… Well, later...
The kid walks off into the distance.-
The view goes to the biker’s camp in mid-night; he is passed out with out with half a bottle of liquor besides him. The kid sneaks up, but fails to steal the bottle. He's caught by the ill tempered biker who beats him.
Kid: (urgently concerned) Stop! Stop! Stop please! I know where the kids are who messed up your bike! I'll take you where they are!
Guy points his finger -
Guy: You’re gon'n'a take me there first thing in the morning!
The guy ties the kid up; but after he falls asleep the kid struggles himself free. The kid walks over to the biker and picks up the liquor - to douse and ignite him ablaze with a stick from the fire; which he continues to beat him with.
At camp in the morning light - Clyde packs his pockets with cigarettes.
Clyde: I care about as much for you as I do footwear, or chump change. Maybe if I find half a candy bar or something on the ground I'll bring it back for you.
Dave: Really… Well I’ll miss you too Clyde... We're heading to the next crossroads; and while we're there maybe we'll leave a stone... maybe. We'll probably just join a cloud and move on.
Clyde walks towards the fire aside Veronica. Clyde takes off his coat, and hangs it from Veronica’s shoulder; she drops it to the ground.
Clyde: It’s been cold outside… I'm taking off for a while. You know I have to go and do this… I’ve always really loved you.
Veronica: Yeah… well, I hate you Clyde.
Clyde: ...Well, whatever we have we can settle it later.
Clyde walks off towards the mountains.
Veronica and Dave are standing besides each other at the ridge where they were camped. Veronica is wearing the leather coat she received from Clyde.
Dave: Now it’s just you me and the sunshine. This is the way things were always suppose to be.



 

Clyde walks across an empty plain for several days. He stops to eat an apple from his pack under the shade one of few scarce trees. Moving on Clyde treks to and climbs over and between steep shale rock hills.
In the distance there’s the sound of a loud crash, and motorcycle revs. Clyde walks to a vantage point to watch the scene unfold. Two bikers converge on the driver's side door and pull a half conscous man out proceeding to beat him with bat and chain. A woman gets out of the passenger side screaming.
Woman: Stop! Stop! That’s my husband!
The biker binds the man's wrists to his ankles with jumbo quick ties while the other rider grabs the woman. The biker flips open his knife and cut's the man's shirt open down from the collar. The woman struggles free, but is quickly shot down.
Biker: Hurry up! Run the chains across!
The second rider lays the chains out to his bike; while the other biker hooks the man's intestines. Revving his engine the rider speeds his motorcycle pulling the man's guts out until they snap. His bindings are cut leaving him in a pool of blood atop his broken entrails.
The bikers speed off in the same direction that Clyde continues to travel; parallel to the highway.
Continuing Clyde walks another couple of days through the hills stopping for a moment at the next crossroads on the outskirts of town; where is a shack which is the biker gang's hang-out. They're running a generator, playing music, drinking beer, liquor, and shooting up. Clyde fades back into the hills and continues where he's going.-
Clyde gets to town - passing through empty cityscape; devistated by mass-radiation. Trekking through side streets and alleys.-

Clyde: (narrating) Home seemed not to be what I once remembered it, or thought it would be on my return. Bikers ran the town at their will, chilling to refuel at gas stations when they weren't terrorizing people on the highway or hording resources. The afflictions of the radiation; the result of their dependence on towns drives them completely insane.

Clyde climbs on top a building down the street and watches past the corner of the block at a gas station; starving, knowing that there is food inside.
Clyde: (narrating) All I wanted was an easy meal.
Waiting for the station to empty; a short time passes.

Biker1: Hey, you see that guy? (Pointing)
Biker2: Yeah, I didn't think much of him.
They go back to small talk with each other.
Clyde: (narrating) It started to rain so I had to take cover.
Clyde walks to the building's edge, then hops down and slips on the wet dumpster top and makes a lot of noise.
Biker1: Hey, you hear that?
Biker2: Yeah, lets check it out.

The two riders get on their bikes. Clyde runs down the street - persued through an alley he jumps a wire fence; as the bikers are right behind him.

Biker1: Hey kid! We just want to talk to you!
As Clyde attempts to escape inside a building Biker1 grabs Clyde's pant leg, but Clyde kicks free and climbs inside.

Biker1: Fucking Kid! (Flipping open his knife; holding it up) You ever wonder how your skins attached!?!
Biker2: Hey dude, lets go. This rain is burning my skin.
Clyde walks infront several windows watching the bikers ride off and leave; looking out from an almost pitch black room. Clyde sighs a sigh of relief and almost for a moment doesn’t realize the danger around him.
There are skins stretched on racks, faces without forms to be sewn a fitted for mutants. Behind from the shadows appears a figure sneaking up with a knife to cut Clyde's throat; but alerted from a creak in the floor Clyde spins around, pulls out his gun and shoots him.
Mutant: (lying, gasping - grasping in the air) All I've wanted was to become more human... Oh God, why have you forsaken'd me!?!
Two more shots flash and light up the room (which is the only time you get a real good glimpse of inside the tannery). Clyde slides out the side door and runs down the street trying to cover himself from the rain. He takes quick cover until the sky clears, then keeps trekking. He gets to the house where he grew up, and walks and through an unlocked door.
Everything sits mostly untouched. Clyde walks through a dining room set for a man long since dead. Clyde goes through the cabinets, but there’s isn't much. Clyde eats a meal; but mostly leaves heavy cans.
Clyde walks around, and picks up a few things around the house. Out in the back yard Clyde picks up a shovel then walks to a tree, then out paces and begins digging. Clyde unearths a box, cleans it off - looks inside then shoves it in his pack.
Clyde leaves town through a roundabout path.



 

With the mountains behind him Clyde walks towards the morning's rising sun. He can't overlook the opportunity to steal fresh vegetables from a field. Clyde grabs a few things before he has to run; confronted but not pursued by a man in a hazardous materials suit wielding a rake - who stands shaking his fist in disapproval.
Clyde intersects two other travelers.-
Traveler1: We were traveling North East in a cloud towards Pendleton; 20 or 30 people but it got too big, so we split. We're headed towards Helena anyways. We thought we could gain an advantage trekking infront of everyone else.
Traveler2: Do you know where there's food or clean water around?
Clyde: No.
Traveler2: No?... You look like you're doing well. We've been breaking our brains every day to day trying to gather the resources to survive trying to figure out what to do once we get to Helena; if they'll even let us in - or if we'd be better off in Fossil. What do you think?
Clyde: (shrugs) I don’t know...
Traveler2: Where are you coming from and where are you going? What’s going on back there the way we saw you came?
Clyde: I'm headed to meet some friends. Its still a few days walk. You don’t want to go back the way I just came.
Traveler2: Why? What’s there?`
Clyde: Some bad stuff. I've been running all around in the nuclear zone. A motorcycle gang has taken over my home town, mutants skin people for wear, underground dwellers ascend to the surface with hazardous material suits to farm their crops.
Traveler2: I dont believe you...You weren't in the nuclear zone. You've got nothing but bad information. You're a liar, and a faker!
Clyde: I'm telling you the truth man.
Traveler2: Whatever... We need to keep moving. (Looking over) Are you ready?
Traveler1: Yeah.
The travelers and Clyde depart in separate directions. Clyde walks several more days until he arrives at the crossroads; after where he left his friends. Clyde comes upon a field of painted stones. Clyde looks around for his symbol, then lifts a stone - turns it over to read it; then tosses it.
Clyde walks to the door of a nearby shanty; knocks quickly then just walks in. Dave, the Kid from earlier, and some other guy are just chillin'.
Dave: Hey.
Clyde: Hey... I knew you wouldn't make it far without me. Where’s Veronica?
Dave: She's out back.
Clyde walks through, then out the back door. Veronica is sitting; still wearing Clyde's jacket looking out at the horizon.
Clyde: Hey.
Veronica: Hey... I was starting to think that we'd finally lost you.
Clyde: You know that nothing could ever keep me from you; besides I'm the greatest!
Veronica: (sarcastically) Yeah Clyde... You're the greatest.
Clyde: So how have things been?
Veronica: Better since you've been gone.
Clyde: I've brought some things back; (Opens his pack) pictures of people we used to know, old letters; some personal affects. This is a time capsule I watched my uncle burry. He filled it full of drugs when he was wacked out worried about cops. I've brought this back to share with you.
Veronica: Yeah?
Clyde: So what’s been going on? You and Dave have been crashing here?
Veronica: Yeah, but there’s not enough for me here. I need more stimulation than just sitting around all the time. Now that you're back; I guess we can keep moving on.
Clyde: Alright. Well, you about ready?
Veronica: Yeah. I'm going to go get Dave, and gather my stuff.
Veronica walks inside; Dave walks out a moment later.
Dave: So what have you been up to?
Clyde: Trekking through the nuclear zone. I've come back with a cache of things you've probably never seen before.
Dave: Like what?
Clyde: (showing Dave) Assorted pills, acid, weed. Veronica and I are going to trip tonight.
Dave: Do you have some for me?
Clyde: No. I'm only sharing with Veronica.
Dave: Oh... So, how are you going to give Veronica that hit of acid? You going to slip it in her drink?
Clyde: No. I'm going to feed it to her like a pet. I'm going to stick it on her tongue, and tell her to keep it in her mouth and suck on it.
Dave: Really... You'd better wipe that fucking smile off your face!
Clyde: That’s not the only thing I'm going to be wiping off my face.
Dave: What!?! What the fuck are you going to wipe off your face Clyde!?!
Clyde:... Veronica.
Dave:...
A fight ensues.
Veronica: Stop! Stop!
Veronica runs out and pulls Dave back.
Dave: You should have heard the offensive things he said about you!
Veronica: That doesn't mean you should attack Clyde. If I'm offended then I can deal with it myself!
Clyde brushes off. Clyde, Veronica, and Dave walk off into the desert.
Veronica: So, you going to tell me what he said?
Dave: No, It's too vulgar.
Clyde: (pointing at Dave continuing to walk) I'm going to get you to repeat what I said; a million times - in your mind.
Clyde, Veronica and Dave walk off into the Horizon.





 

Illuminated by camp fire; Veronica and Clyde appear trailed by Dave at the Falconeer's camp from through the darkness just before dawn. The Falconeer is infront of his fire next to his bird hopping around on the ground; while he sharpens his knife sitting besides his bow.

Veronica: Hey!
Falconeer: Hey.
Veronica: Are you a traveler too?
Falconeer: No, I stay around here.
Veronica: Then you would know all the happening places?
Falconeer: Not much good happens out here. Mostly all I've seen is lawlessness, death, and destruction.
Veronica: I really like your bird. He's so Majestic. Would it be safe to pet him?
Falconeer: His name is Hector, and I wouldn't - he's ferocous.
Clyde: What's your name?
Falconeer: People call me The Falcon Master - I'm a bounty hunter.

At light Veronica, Clyde and Dave converse around the fire. The Falconeer stands out in the distance. He releases his bird. Sighted; there is a rabbit running through brush covered desert-scape. The rabbit dashes in attempts of evasion, but is caught by the expert hunter (the falcon) who brings the catch back to his master. The Falcon Master hangs and skins the rabbit to prepare his meal.

Veronica: That's Disgusting.
Clyde: All the ventures that creature were persueing are now meaningless. That once cute rabbit has had it's insides torn out.
The falcon watches squaking with pride boasting of it's catch.
Veronica: Watching this is going to make me sick.
Clyde: I always thought a little blood and guts were a perfect way to start a morning.
The Falconeer finishes with the body and walks over to the group. He tosses the meat to Veronica.
Falconeer: Are you good for cooking?
Veronica cooks. Everyone converses durring their meal.-
Veronica: Tell me about the man you've been chasing.
Falconeer: He's a murderer. When I find him I'm going to kill him. I was tracking him almost a week when I had him in my sights situated below me alone in the depths of a canyon. I was ready to make the kill but I lost my footing almost to fall and gave up my position. There was a gunfight and he was able to get away retreating through a series of mineshafts. He gained hours on me since I had to travel around steep ridges, and through difficult landscapes.
Veronica: That's exciting. In such a dangerous word I'm glad I have a man around who can protect me.

Walking -
Clyde: You're no big deal Dave.
Dave: Ask Veronica and she would tell you something different.
Clyde: I don't believe it. You're constantly consistantly underwhelming. I'm going to reduce you to a bloody mess - little more than a bloody bundle of broken nerves.
Dave: If you keep talking like that I'm going to bust your jaw and thrash your face.
Clyde: I'm going to burry you in four or five separate graves. No one will ever find all your parts.
Falconeer: Do they always go at it like this?
Veronica: Constantly, unfortunately.

They sit to rest after many hours of walking.-
Veronica: You trust Hector to follow you?
Falconeer: Hector lives for himself - though he chooses to stay with me.
Veronica: You must be a really benevient master.
Falconeer: Yeah, we both live pretty comfortably working together. I really rarely ever have any reason to go back to the citadel because because Hector and I are self suffient.
Clyde: You must know the area well to live off the land.
Falconeer: I'm from around here. This all used to be farmland around a striving community. Now the old city has been reduced to foundations. The people who stayed and live there have become awefully afflicted. Mutated; their melted skin is ultra-sensitive to sunlight which is why they dwell in darkness underground. Mostly only at night they arise and roam the countryside.
Clyde: That sounds terrifying.
Falconeer: Albiet their physical deformaties they are the people I remember being my friends and neighbors.

After resting everyone continues to travel. They reach a crossroads.-
Falconeer: This is where we separate. I'm heading my own way.
Clyde: Good luck. Maybe someday we'll meet again.

The Falconeer parts from the group who walk their own direction.





 

Narrator: We were travelers for a long time - wanderers in the desert.

Theme song:
Walking -
Clyde: Could you turn off that radio? They've been playing the same song all morning.
Dave: What are you talking about? When was the last time you heard a radio Clyde? You should get some sleep. You've been up for almost a week.
Clyde: It's because you're snoring drives me crazy. One would think that someone with such a big nose would be able to breath easier.
Dave: You need to get a grip. You've been a lot lamer than usual lately.
Clyde: Not as lame as your face!
Dave: Yeah, because you're face gets you a lot of places.
Clyde: (sarcastically) It usually gets me beat up.
Dave: Yeah, your mouth does too.
Clyde: You know; what I'm really getting tired of - are idle death threats.
Dave: What's that suppose to mean?
Clyde: It means I might start acting on them.
Dave: Alright go ahead; you can take the first swing - then see what happens.
Veronica: Clyde, why can’t you get it through your head that you'll never have me because I'm beautiful, and you walk around in ripped clothing. You're nothing but a dog to me Clyde - a dog.
Clyde: You know you're not any better than me. If you weren't so fine - you wouldn't even be in my league.
Veronica: Yeah? That’s a laugh.

They walk a ways-
Veronica: I'm tired. I want to rest here.
Clyde: Alright, We'll go out and forage.

While Foraging -
Clyde: I don't get why we're going all this ways just to drop Veronica off at her father's friend's.
Dave: We’ve come this far with her; besides – that’s what she wants.
Clyde: What do you expect to do once we get there? You expect to chill there?
Dave: I don’t know - We haven't really talked about it.
Clyde: I doubt he'll let you stick around - then it'll be him sleeping with Veronica; regardless that he’s much older.
Dave: How can you say these disrespectful things?
Clyde: You know it's true. I don’t know how you put up with her. You really should appreciate me much more.
Dave: What should I appreciate about a snake like you? You have a total lack of moral fiber.
Clyde: Because without me you would never feel the need to outdo yourself.
Dave: Why would I want to do that?
Clyde: Exactly.
Clyde: You should get some integrity.
Dave: Yeah, you're one to talk about integrity.
Clyde: I have more integrity than the Spine of God - and they went on to become Monster Magnet!
Dave: I'm tired of your nonsense.
Clyde: There's guys over there flagging us down - lets go talk to them.

Clyde and Dave meet two other nomads.
Nomad1: Hey dudes - you looking for trade?
Clyde: Sure. We're real low on food and water; you have any?
Nomad1: I have some in this pack. My friend has some in his. You want to take a look?
Clyde: Yeah.
The nomad tosses Clyde the half full pack; Clyde opens it and looks in.
Clyde: So this is pretty fresh?
Traveler: We stocked up just a couple hours ago from a trader aside the road.
Clyde: This road?
Nomad1: Yeah.
Clyde: Would you take a gram for the pack?
The nomads look at each other in agreement.
Nomad1: Sure.
Clyde: Could you carry this Dave? (tosses Dave the backpack) We're leaving.
Nomad1: Pleasure doing business.
They walk away-
Clyde:(to Dave) It’s amazing the value of a gram of one substance compared to ten pounds or so of fresh food and some water.

Clyde and Dave arrive back to camp.
Veronica: Are we going to pitch camp here?
Clyde: No, lets keep walking. I hear there is a trader just a couple hours from here.

Everyone continues to walk. They come across a scene visible a ways away across the plain.
Guy: I don't know what you're talking about!
Father: I saw you two walk out into the desert three days ago and she’s gone!
Guy: You didn't see me with her; you're mistaken.
Mother: All we want is our daughter back! Where is she!?!
Father: I know who you are! You've been over at our house. Why are you playing dumb with me!?! What have you got to hide!?!
Mother: You took our daughter out into the desert and you killed her just like the other one - didn't you!?!
Guy: You have me mistaken for someone else. I really have to go.
Father: We knew you were bad news! The only place you're only going is straight to Hell (stabs guy) for what you've done.
The guy lyes down bleeding from a mortal wound.
Guy: Does it bring you satisfaction to watch me die?
Mother: No. You make me sick.
The family leaves the man dying. Clyde, Veronica and Dave walk up.
Dave: You going to be ok?
Guy: I'm dying... I guess that’s alright - I'm a really bad man.
The Villain dies and everyone continues to the traders.

At the traders-
Trader: You kids look like you've been out for a while. Where are you headed?
Clyde: We're turning east soon to past those mountains way off in the distance.
Trader: Then you had better stock up here; there's not another trading post for at least a hundred miles that way. That's nothing but barren land.
Clyde: Are you saying that just to hype up business so we buy all our stuff here?
Trader: No, It's the truth; although I haven't been out for a couple of years. There might still be a trader at the mountain's pass - but it was run by a man much older than I am. Not much information comes from that way.
Everyone continues to browse.
Clyde: So what's your life story?
Trader: Me? I used to be young like you; now I'm just a broken man. Since my injury I've been in constant pain. I've had to watch my resources dwindle - my wife left me. I've had to let my son take over my business - mostly.
Clyde: I think we've found everything we want; new tent, food, sanitizer, a couple coats.
Everything is placed on the counter.
Clyde: I carry around plenty that will take away pain; I have weed and a variety of pills for trade?
Trader: That’s as good as any currency.
Clyde: That’s what I've always thought.
Everyone leaves and walks out into the Desert.




 

Subcaption: A couple of weeks pass...

Dave: What are you doing?
Clyde: I'm looking for treasure.
Dave: What!?!
Clyde: W0t?
Dave: Huh?
Clyde: It's pronounced not quite like w00t - which has a double zero. You have to drop the H and emphasize the zero.
Dave: We're supposed to be looking for food.
Clyde: You're acting like the likely-hood of finding either is any greater... If I was still working at McDonalds then I'd be making bank and eating hamburgers for life - half priced.

Clyde and Dave return to camp.
Veronica: Did you bring back anything?
Dave: No. We didn't find anything.
Veronica: How would you be able to support a family Dave? You can't even provide for me most the time!
Veronica begins to walk away.
Clyde: Hey! (Clyde stands up and begins to walk towards her)
Veronica: Don't follow me Clyde! I need some space.
Veronica walks off.
Clyde sits back down in front of his tent.
Dave: Veronica is totally ungrateful - she takes us both for granted.
Clyde: If you dont stand your ground; Veronica's going to beat you worse than Liza Minnelli beat her ex-husband.
Dave: I think I've got it covered.
Clyde: Yeah, I'm counting on it.
Dave: What's that suppose to mean?
Clyde: I've never been too threatened by you and Veronica together. I've even pushed you two together because it was something to inevitably to get out of the way. It's pretty obvious things between you two are about to fall apart.
Dave: You need to stop meddling. She has no interest in being with you! It's time we settle this. (Pulls up his sleeves)
Clyde: I agree. Lets stick fight to the death!
Dave: Yeah?... We'll stick fight to your death.

Clyde tosses a stick to Dave and he picks it up.
Clyde: Alright. Try not to hit the face or hands.
Clyde and Dave fight each other with sticks out steps from their camp. They battle for a while until Clyde bears down a power strike and Dave tries to block - but it deflects into his forehead.
Clyde: I'm sorry!
Dave becomes enraged and swings baseball strikes against Clyde - backing up blocking. Clyde drops his stick and runs away.
Clyde: That’s not too bad of a wound... you know; there’s usually a lot more blood after stick fights.
Clyde runs retreating in a circle then around back into camp; he sits in Dave's spot.
Clyde: Watch out or I might take your place!
Clyde jumps up and is chased around the fire - then Dave points at him and says:
Dave: God damn it Clyde!!! I swear you're going to get it!
Dave: Yeah, I'm gonna get it!
Dave sits down.-
Dave: Just don't even talk to me...

Veronica arrives.-
Clyde: Did you find anything?
Veronica: No. We're in the middle of nowhere.
Clyde: I tried to give this to you - (hands her a muffin) I kept it stashed.
Veronica: Thanks... (She tears off a piece) Dave, do you want some of this?
Dave: No... I'm going back in our tent.
Dave enters his tent.
Veronica: I think I've been hearing a group of people out in the desert.
Clyde: Yeah, I’ve been hearing people too. Maybe they have supplies or beer that they could trade for our company.
They warm by the fire.-
Clyde: I'm glad I finally have my own tent. I was always afraid of everyone being in the same tent, and getting trapped and dragged or tossed off a cliff or something by strangers.
Veronica: That doesn't mean we won’t trap and drag and throw you off a cliff.
The wind picks up.
Clyde: There's going to be a storm tonight.
Veronica: Yeah, it’s really picking up... That’s why I'm going to go back in my tent.
Clyde: I'm going to stay out here for a while as long as I can.
Veronica enters her tent and then returns.
Veronica: Hey, I don’t know what you've been saying to Dave, but he’s really upset. I'm concerned that he might actually kill you. Could you please take it easy on him? I want to hate you for the things you do, not because Dave hates you.
Clyde: Alright... I'll take it easy...
Dave walks out into camp.
Dave: I'm going to go find more firewood.
Dave walks off.
Clyde: I don’t know what you see in Dave. When will you realize that we should be dating?
Veronica: Nothing will ever happen between us.
Clyde: I am much better than Dave. Dave doesn't even appreciate you. He was just saying just earlier that you don’t appreciate - and all you do is use us.
Veronica: First of all; (slaps Clyde) It’s not like I have a lot of options. I'm a woman; I should expect to be taken care of. I'm too good to be stuck in perpetual poverty. You know how difficult things have been between Dave and I lately. (Almost loses composure) You don’t know how hard it is to have someone like you in my life! Dave was around when I had no one - No one!... If I have to lose you as a friend to keep Dave then that's what I'll do.
Clyde: I never thought things would come to that. I feel like you're ripping my insides out... I was under the impression that we were all good friends, and that everyone was happy with our dynamic...
Veronica: I'm not.
Clyde: If that’s the way things have been - then I don’t know why you waited for me to return to the crossroads. Sometimes I regret ever letting you and Dave join our group. I should have split after Walter died. He was my best friend; a true friend.
Veronica: Walter was all of our best friends. You know... Often I wish it was you who died instead.
Clyde: Huh…
Veronica enters her tent. Clyde sits in front of the fire as the tents sway violently in the wind. Clyde's tent is blown far away as he chases it. Clyde walks several miles in pursuit, but finds it irrecoverable, trashed high up stuck in a tree. Clyde walks back towards camp. Night sets in. Clyde sees a figure approaching.
Clyde: Hey!
Kid: Hey!
Clyde: What are you doing out here? Have you been following us this entire time?
Kid: No. I'm just traveling in a similar direction.
Clyde: We've been hearing people, have you seen or heard anyone?
Kid: No one else. I've stayed pretty silent.
They begin to walk back towards camp.
Clyde: Do you want a cigarette?
Kid: That would actually be really awesome.
Clyde and the kid arrive back at camp. They sit in front of the fire - their shadows projecting against the tent as they smoke.
Veronica: Dave, go see who those people are.
Dave sticks his head out.
Dave: Jeff? What are you doing out there?
Clyde: I found and brought him back. We're going to have to crash with you tonight.
Dave: What happened to your tent?
Clyde: It blew away; trashed high up in a tree with half my stuff.
Dave: There's not enough space.
Clyde: Don't tell me that - its going to rain! All you have to do is carry that tent around; and I've been taking care of everything else.
Kid: Besides; I let you two stay at Walker's place for like a week!
Dave disappears inside his tent.
Clyde: We'll be in there in a little bit...

Later inside the tent as the rain pours.-
Kid: I'm going to cut your face off.
Clyde: No, you're the one who's face is going to get cut off. Maybe I'll make it tedious and use a potato peeler. Your skin might grow back after a month or two if it doesn’t get infected - but you will never be the same.
Kid: I would just cut a line around your face then grab a grip full - pull and rip it off!
Dave: Can you cut out the banter? It's bad enough I have to deal with Clyde all the time. I need to get some sleep.

In the morning Dave walks out to Clyde sitting infront of the fire.
Dave: Where is Jeff?
Clyde: I don’t know. I slept for a couple of hours, but when I awoke he was gone... He stole a pack of cigarettes.
They warm by the fire.
Clyde: I don't know if you're as ready as I am to move on.
Dave: Yeah, soon... Last night Veronica and I had a fight - we've decided we're done...
Clyde: Yeah?
Dave: Yeah. She’s all yours.




 

Narrator: (Clyde) After weeks of faring the badlands we reached the next rumored trading post aside the mountain pass.

Everyone approaches the post; two men are outside.
Clyde: We heard there was a trading post around here.
Man1: This used to be a trading post, but it isn't anymore. We live here now.
Clyde: Can you do business?
Man1: No, and we don't like strangers. You all need to leave. Keep moving on.
Everyone continues to walk.-

Clyde: (to Veronica) I always knew you never had what it takes - and that you would be the first person to defect and break up the group.
They continue to walk -
Clyde: What are you going to do Dave; after we all disband? You going to get one of those high paying corporate jobs in a skyscraper?
Dave: I think I'll go to Reno - I should have some family there. You're not going to follow me around Clyde.
Clyde: I don’t stick around for your company - Dave.
The group comes across an apple tree and eats beneath it. Clyde gathers apples in his pack.
Veronica: Gary lives real near here. When we get there you probably can't come in - if you do then don't touch anything; he's real possessive about his stuff.

Narrator: (Clyde) We walked to the farm house.

Veronica knocks on the door; Clyde and Dave are standing before the steps. Veronica knocks again, then again, and waits... She opens the door and walks inside.
Veronica: Gary?... You here?... Anyone around?
Veronica looks around through the rooms, then flops on the sofa in the living room.-

Clyde: It doesn’t seem like anyone is here... Can we come in?
Veronica: I guess, but when Gary comes back he's not going to be happy to see you.

Narrator: (Clyde) We waited weeks for him to return - then we settled and moved in as if the place was our own. Time became irrelevant; as we lived without obligations. Years passed. We ate fruit from the orchard, and worked the land. Life was like a dream. We lived happily as friends.
Narrator: (Clyde) The house looked fine from the outside; the ground floor was nice, the second had a lot of rain damage. The attic was unstable and had fallen through places. We repaired the house. I would sit out on the front porch strumming chords on guitar singing and Veronica would often come out and say:
Veronica: Stop playing that guitar; your singing sounds like crap!
Narrator: (Clyde) We would contend with each other constantly – that’s what made life exciting.
Veronica and Clyde wrap up on the couch choking each other-
Narrator: (Clyde) But Heaven didn't last forever. Lightening struck the house and it burned down along with everything inside. We were cast back out into the world with nothing as we had been before.

Out on the street-
Dave: I don't ever remember this many cars out when we were hiking before.
Veronica: I'm going to hitch a ride with the first car that stops. Don't follow me.
Veronica leans out into the street with her thumb waving. After a couple cars pass; one stops twenty feet in front of them.
Clyde: Veronica! We've come so far together. Doesn't everything mean anything to you?
Veronica: No. I've been honest the entire time. I hate you Clyde. You and Dave were right; I'm selfish - I've just been using you.
The car honks. Veronica turns her head - then looks back.
Clyde: I love you!
Veronica: So?... I never want to see you again Clyde. Leave me alone!
Veronica runs and gets in the guy's car. They Drive off.
Clyde tries to hitch a ride with someone else - but they swerve and force him into a ditch. They honk as they speed off. Clyde and Dave walk down the street-
Clyde: You know; as long as we keep following highways - they usually meet other highways; they rarely meet dead ends.

Veronica is in the car with Guy3-
Guy3: What’s your name?
Veronica: Veronica.
Guy3: Hot...
He continues driving.
Guy3: I usually don't believe in giving a free ride, but you have a really pretty face. Besides; I'm sure you can repay one favor for another - you know what I mean?
Veronica: No.
The guy caresses Veronica's shoulder then moves his hand to feel her breast as he slows the car down.
Veronica deflects the guy's hand, and slaps him in the face.
Veronica: Stop!
The guy slams the car stopped. A brief fist fight ensues.-
Guy3: Get out of my car you crazy bitch!!!
The guy unhooks Veronica's seat belt as he opens the door and kicks her out. Veronica springs up and throws a rock as he speeds away.
Veronica: Fucker!
Veronica sits aside the ditch facing away from the road.

Before long Clyde and Dave approach her.
Clyde: You didn't get far.
Clyde sits next to Veronica. Dave tries to hitch a ride. A delivery truck stops.

Driver: Where you heading?
Clyde: As far as you can take us - hopefully close to civilization.
Driver: Alright. Get in the back. Don't open anything.
Everyone gets in the van.-
Clyde: We might be in here for hours. Who knows where we'll end up.?.
Veronica: Hopefully far away from you. I don’t know if I can stand another second of your company. I just want to kill you Clyde.
Clyde: I've been known to invoke passionate responses.
Dave: All you've been known for is spreading herpes.
Clyde: You mean; you acknowledge I'm a super Casanova.
Veronica: You're less than dirt. I'm tired of all your sexist dialog. I swear before we part I might take a piece out of you.
Clyde: I tried to give you my heart...
Veronica: Who would want that? You can keep it...
A silence passes-
Clyde begins singing and clapping a rhythm against his knees.
Dave: Shut up Clyde! Stop making noise!
Veronica: Am I going to have to have Dave hold you down while I sew your lips shut?
Dave: Maybe we should just get it over with and kill him.
Clyde: Hey! Chillax people... Let me tell you a riviting story - a story about us.
The van continues to travel down a country road.-
Clyde:-Those I feel were the defining highlights of our travels together.
Veronica: I don't remember things that way at all!
Dave: I remember him being a much bigger jerk.
Clyde: That's the story I'm going to tell people.
Clyde takes a muffin out of his pack and begins eating.
Veronica: You should give that to Dave - You've always been really mean to him.
Clyde: No. I've supported you both for far too long.
The van stops. The doors open. Everyone walks out. The driver begins unloading boxes.

Clyde: Thanks for the ride.
They are in the middle of a busy modern city.
Veronica: I never thought I would see a place so similar to home again.
Dave: I can't believe we've been missing out.
Veronica: I'm ditching you two losers.
Veronica walks off. Dave sits at a bus stop. Clyde turns around and reads a sign.
Clyde: (Fill in later) Studios... Wait until they get a load of me!