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PERFECT TOMMY (CONT'D)
mighta been Death Dwarves. Better
safe than sorry, right?
Rawhide grabs a shotgun and vest and then runs inside the
bus. The others watch him go.
NEW JERSEY
Where's he going?
Reno makes a drinking motion. New Jersey is embarrassed that
he didn't realize this before asking.
NEW JERSEY
Horrible thing to live with.
RENO
Just bad luck.
PERFECT TOMMY
Not as unlucky as some. At least
the boys in the lab were able to
learn enough from Sam to save him.
The others nod solemnly.
INT. WORLD WATCH ONE - GALLEY - DAY
Rawhide runs into the bus's galley and opens the fridge. He
moves aside a few bottles of Karakoumiss (fermented mare's
milk) and grabs a YELLOW VIAL from a whole rack of them. He
looks at it for a moment sadly, then downs the contents with
a wince of distaste. Then he dashes outside.
INT. CONTROL ROOM - DAY
PROF. HIKITA is hunched over a computer terminal - it
displays a detailed graphic of the earth. A trajectory strait
through the earth's mantle is plotted from New Jersey to
Cambridge, Massachusetts on the screen.
Prof. Hikita re-aligns the catapult array that the Jet Car is
mounted on. We watch through the Control Tower windows as the
Jet Car swings around 90 degrees and adjusts it's forward
angle, still aimed straight at the ground.
PROF. HIKITA
(into microphone)
Course plotted, Buckaroo. All
systems righteous. Good luck.
INT. JET CAR - MOMENTS LATER
21.
Reno, Rawhide, New Jersey, and Perfect Tommy are crammed in
the back of the Jet Car like freshman in a phone booth,
surrounded by lots diagnostic equipment.