Larry E. Jones

 

The Scene: December 1994. It is a dark and stormy night in northern Patagonia. The sun has just set. It is winter, and cold. Cold as hell in fact. Our cast finds themselves on a grassy patch in a desolate spot on an isolated cattle ranch in rural Patagonia. There are no roads, only tracks, hard to find tracks, cut through the desert brush. It is sunset, and it is getting cold... and harder and harder to identify the tracks... Gary E. Bones: (Looking off into the sunset.) It's getting cold. And it's sunset. It's going to be hard to find the tracks if we don't go soon.... I think we should leave. Tim General: (Looks at the ground.) Yes. Adolfo Consuelli: (Smiling Brightly.) It's my country!!! I can do anything here!!! GEB: (scoffs and makes a grunting noise.) TG: Yes. Our three weary travelers climb into the car. GEB: Can you see the track? It's getting dark.... and cold too. AC: It's my country!!!! I can do anything here!!! TG: (quietly) I can't see it. GEB: Maybe I should get out of the car and find the track for you.... TG: Yes. AC: It's my country!!!! I can do anything here!!! GEB: (rolls his eyes and shakes his head) TG: (looks out over the dashboard trying to find the track) The car starts, and begins to move in some random direction. It picks up speed. GEB: (pointing off to the right.) Isn't the track over there? Maybe I should get out and... TG: Yes. AC: (turning quickly to the right.) It's my country!!!! I can do anything here!!! CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNCCCHHHHHHHHH The car comes to rest on a large boulder, the front wheels suspended in the air. GEB: (&*%%^*&**%$%%***((( TG: (&*%%^*&**%$%%***(((!!!!!!! AC: (&*%%^*&**%$%%***(((**&%#%%@@(((!!!!!! The three climb from the car slowly. Step back. And look carefully. TG: No. GEB: (&*%%^*&**%$%%***(((!!!!!!! AC: Oops.
The Scene: Three years later in the same location. December 1997. Bright sunlight fills the scene, the grass is green and lush. Birds sing, the water rushes over the rocks. Our three main characters are joined by Nathaniel DiMarcos a gallant and congenial local. The foursome drives into the clearing in two cars and decar. AC: This is my country!!! I can do anything here!!! GEB: (lights a cigarette, walks around.) Where is that damned rock? NDM: (lights a cigarette.) Que haces el americano tan stupido? AC: (shrugs.) Es un idiota de primer clase. TG hurries to the stream. GEB: Is that it? It can't be, it's too small.... AC: I think that's it.... NDM lights another cigarette. AC mounts the rock as photos are taken.
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The Scene: March 2000. Two years later and two miles to the west. Bright sunlight fills the scene, the grass is green and lush. Birds sing, the water rushes over the rocks. AC, GEB and NDM in a car on a dirt track filled with large bushes. AC: This is my country!!! I can do anything here!!! GEB: (lights a cigarette.) These bushes are high. NDM: (lights a cigarette.) Que dice el idiota? CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNCCCHHHHHHHHH The car comes to rest on a large bush, the front wheels suspended in the air. GEB: (&*%%^*&**%$%%***(((...... The lighting fades away to darkness......