Open on the open road, northbound US 101, through the Salinas Valley, brown hills, golden brown. A white two-door Ford Explorer, not clean, dirt over the chrome on the wheels, the side-view mirror taped on. One driver, car piled high. He's moving
NARRATION: (see RUNNING AWAY)
Driver lights spliff, puts hand to the radio knob as he drags and turns the music up. Driver blows the smoke out the sunroof, flicks the roach out as well.
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Open on "Welcome To Santa Cruz" at twilight. Turns up Western, beat up college houses on one side of the street, forest on the other. Turns music down, looking for address.
DRIVER: All right, where the fuck are you you... four-forty... four-forty (breath of discovery) four-forty.
Explorer pulls in on the side lawn next to a pick-up truck also on the sidewalk. Two cars, side-by-side in the double driveway <-- and="" behind="" cars="" door="" driveway="" front="" goes="" i="" in="" inside.="" it="" madness="" nbsp="" no="" on="" pick-up="" pulls="" river="" s="" shitty="" sidewalk.="" the="" there="" to="" two="" unlocked="">
REDHEAD: Hey there partner! How goes it? I'm Dylan.
DRIVER: Dylan. Brian, it's a pleasure. I--
DYLAN: Now that's Dylan with a "y" because see there's another Dylan's living here this year. You know him?
BRIAN: Maybe... I don't think so though--
DYLAN: Okay, well he spells his name like a bitch with an "i-l-l" you'll meet him. Brian you said?
BRIAN: Yeah, with an "i" not a "y" (half laugh)
DYLAN: Right, the new guy. So this is your room right here, front and center.
It's a small room, shoved under the staircase, not quite a cupboard, like a small den with an angle in the ceiling.
BRIAN: Nice...
Door close.
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Open on a hand pushing a door open to a large lecture hall.
