START SEED

Written by
Los Silva

Short Sci-fi Sample

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EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY

The SUN hangs high in the sky. Heat lines squiggle from the
steaming road. All is quiet.
SUPER: SEDONA, ARIZONA
The silhouette of a MAN ON A HARLEY crests at the peak of a
hill. A CARGO VAN follows in pursuit.
The HARLEYS ENGINE blasts -- on a WIDER LENS reveal the
giant RED ROCKS of Arizona.
The Rider wears a leather vest. A helmet shields his face.
The van chases after him -- he twists on the throttle and
guns the bike forward.
I/E. CARGO VAN - INTERCUT
2 MEN IN BLACK face forward with stern expressions. Pasty
skin and hairless faces. Sunglasses, black suit & tie.
The passenger turns to the driver, through telepathy he
communicates speed up.
The driver bares down on the accelerator, towards the Riders
rear tire.
EXT. HIGHWAY - INTERCUT
The Rider watches the speedometer dances past 100 MPH. A
YELLOW SWITCH COVER rests near the throttle. He flicks the
switch -- BLACK SMOKE releases from the Harleys rear fender.
I/E. CARGO VAN - INTERCUT
BLACK SMOKE covers the windshield -- van swerves to the
opposite lane. The smoke clears.
The van rides up alongside the Harley. The Passenger rolls
down the window and aims a SPACE GUN at the Rider, finger
itching on the trigger...
The HORN OF A TRUCK blasts -- a speeding MAC TRUCK roars
towards them.
The van swerves back into the other lane, barely missing the
truck. The MIBs start to look really pissed...

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EXT. HIGHWAY - DUSK - MOMENTS LATER
The Harley takes a sharp turn around a bend. The Rider spots
an opening to a dirt road -- cuts hard across both lanes.
The bike leaps into the air -- kicking up dust in its wake.
The Harley lands -- roars down a dirt road, lined with cacti.
I/E. CARGO VAN - INTERCUT
The van high beams illuminate The Rider. The Passenger leans
out the window with his space gun -- fires GREEN LASER BEAMS.
The Harley swerves and dodging the beams.
EXT. DIRT ROAD - INTERCUT
Fixed to the Harleys handlebars rests a SMALL CROSSBOW. He
detaches the CROSSBOW -- shoots ARROWS at the van behind him.
The vans left headlight is shattered by an arrow -- followed
by the right.
Another arrow flies by the head of the Passenger leaning out
the window. He fires back and shoots the crossbow out of The
Riders hand.
I.E. CARGO VAN - INTERCUT
The Passenger reaches for an egg-shaped GRENADE. He presses a
button on the apex and arms it. A red light FLASHES and
BEEPS...a countdown.
EXT. DIRT ROAD - INTERCUT
The Harleys GASLIGHT turns on -- the Rider presses a RED
BUTTON near the throttle -- SMALL SPIKES fly out onto the
dirt road.
The van drives over the spikes -- front tires explode -comes to a SCREECHING stop.
INT. VAN - CONTINUOUS
The grenade rolls under the seats. The Passenger reaches to
retrieve it.

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ANGLE UNDER SEAT: The cold white hand of the MIB feels around
for the grenade. The BEEPING RED LIGHT increases in
frequency.
The Driver looks on without saying a word....calm.
BEEP -- BEEP -- BEEP...
The Passenger grabs the grenade, disarms it just in the nick
of time.
EXT. DIRT ROAD - INTERCUT
The Rider drives on a few hundred yards then skids to a stop.
He removes his helmet. He is CHEVY POLLACA (pronounced like
Chevy Chase) a muscular Native American Man with black hair.
ON VAN
The MIBs step out. The Driver pulls an arrow from a
headlight. He inspects the arrowhead engraved with the symbol
of a HOPI HAND. He touches the tip and it BURNS HIS
FINGER...SIZZLES.
The MIB throws the arrow into the dirt so it sticks.
Chevy places his helmet on the rear of the Harley, drives off
into the night.
The MIBs walk off into the darkness.
END OF SCENE