INT. TOM'S TRUCK - DAY
Hunter in sunglasses drives a remote stretch of two-lane highway through desert salt flat, mountains in the far distance. Silence but for the HUM OF TIRES ON ROAD. Far ahead we see the structure of what looks like an abandoned gas station. Hunter turns on the RADIO TO STATICKY BANDA MUSIC. He TURNS IT OFF.
As soon as the station is recognizable as such, a dilapidated shipwreck on land, we HEAR THE POP-BANG OF A TIRE FLATTENED and the CHUNK CHUNK CHUNK of the dead tire as Hunter rolls to a stop under the shade of the covering over the station bay.
Hunter sits and ponders the situation, stares ahead at the SHIMMERING WATER MIRAGE at the false end of the road ahead. He finally gets owner's manual from glove compartment, opens it.
EXT. TRUCK
Hunter gets out, walks to the rear flat on the driver's side, surveys the damage.
THE UNDERCARRIAGE, SPARE TIRE and Hunter's shoes.After a moment his knees and hands on the pavement, then his face in view, eyes searching for and finding the spare. Face, knees and hands out of view as he stands, walks out of view toward front of truck. We HEAR HOOD OPENED.
THE HOOD, then Hunter up and out from under it, tire jack in hand. He walks out of frame toward the flat.
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