Hero Go Home was originally conceived as a screenplay. A few opening pages were written, but it never got very far. And yes, I know this is not formatted correctly, but I’m not sure how to get WordPress to center the dialgoue sides, and don’t have time to worry about it.
FADE IN:
EXT. FREEWAY – DAY
Cars whiz along an interstate highway, the traffic thickening as it approaches a city in the distance.
One car in particular, a Plymouth Laser, zooms along in the left hand lane.
INT. LASER – DAY
The LASER DRIVER, a man in his early 30’s, balding and sandy-haired, pounds on the steering wheel as he drives. A Heavy Metal song screams on the radio.
On the seat beside him is a metal suitcase.
EXT. FREEWAY
The Laser approaches the downtown area. A sign announces “DOWNTOWN OKLAHOMA CITY NEXT 4 EXITS.”
On another section of the freeway, a semi barrels along at high speed, passing cars.
INT. SEMI – DAY
The SEMI DRIVER hums to Country/Western tune as he grabs a couple of No-Doz off the dash and crunches them u[ ike candy, chasing them with a gulp of Jolt.
EXT. FREEWAY
A motorcycle weaves in and out of the traffic at near-warp speed, passing cars left and right.
The semi goes around a slow-moving Caddy on the left as the motorcycle passes it on the right. They both then try to shift into the same lane. The cycle puts on a burst of speed and squirts out in front of the semi.
INT. SEMI
The Semi Driver, taken by surprise, slams on his brakes and wrestles for control of his truck. The brakes scream like a prehistoric beast.
INT. LASER
The Laser Driver continues to pound along to the song. Through the windshield, we see an overpass approaching.
EXT. FREEWAY
The semi, thoroughly out of control, smashes through teh retaining wall of the overpass and sails out into space. It lands with unerring aim , smack dab on top of the Laser. The car is destroyed.
EXT. FREEWAY – DAY – LATER
An ambulance, siren wailing, zooms away from the accident site. Two cops, MACE and HAMMER, stand next to the wreckage of the Laser. Mace is in his mid-forties, Hammer’s a rookie.
HAMMER
Real mess, huh?
MACE
Hell of a way to start a weekend.
HAMMER
What’s that?
Hammer reaches into the wreckage, pulls out the metal suitcase, now burst open. Blue cloth trails from it. He sets the case on the ground, wrestles the lid open.
CLOSE ON – THE CASE
In side the case is what seems to be a garment made of blue spandex. Yellow lightning bolts crisscross teh chest.
MACE (O.S.)
Shit…
BACK TO SCENE
Hammer lifts out the lightning bolt suit, looks at it confusedly.
HAMMER
What is it, Mace?
Mace, disgusted, reaches down, picks up something else from inside the case, a silver wand. He points it at a nearby billboard, an ad for the local electric company.
Lightning leaps from the wand and blasts a hole in the billboard.
Hammer gapes at the sight. Mace lowers the wand and sighs.
MACE
They’re here, kid. They finally made it out here to the boonies.
HAMMER
Who’s here?
Mace sighs and looks up to the skies for guidance, or perhaps for strength. Then he sees something and gestures with the wand.
MACE
Them.
Hammer looks up.
IN THE SKY
A glowing human shape flies of the buildings of downtown, caught in the rays of the setting sun.
MACE
Does not look happy at the sight. We hear HORNS HONKING and the sound of another crash.
MACE
All hell’s gonna break loose now.
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