Spoilers For 216
Well we finally got new sides. I was starting to get worried we weren't going to get any for this episode either. I seriously get withdrawal symptoms when there are no spoilers.
Episode 216 "Roadkill"
Sides for David
Teaser:
Ext. Highway 41-Day-Establishing
A bright red sunset bleeds across a lonely two-lane highway. Winding through vast, empty, rural farmland.
It's quiet. Just the sounds of crickets chirping. Wind whistling through fields. Then in the distance, the rumble of an approaching car...it's dusty, muddy, an early 90's model...but one that's not out of place on the roads today.
Int. Molly's Car-Driving-Day
On the radio--some distinctive classic rock hit from about 15 or 20 years ago.
Close On: A fold-out highway map. We hear a woman's voice...
Molly: (O.S.) We're lost.
Pull back from the map to reveal: David Mcnamara, 28, sitting in the passenger seat of a cluttered car. he folds the map into his lap, sighs, exasperated...
David: No, this is a shortcut.
Angle on- David's wife, Molly Mcnamara, 28, driving the car. Attractive, smart. Dressed in jeans, a tank top.
This is an age-old conflict--and Molly proceeds gently; sensitive of David's threatened masculinity.
Molly: Babe, it's just...we've been on this road over an hour, we haven't seen a single car.
David cuts her off, stubbornly...
David: Molly, I know how to read a friggin' map.
Molly: We passed that gas station a while back. Let's go ask somebody...
David: That was like forty minutes ago--We're not turning around.
Molly: Come on. Isn't this argument a little antiquated? Men can ask directions these days.
David: (frustrated) No, we can't, it's in our genetic code. And I know exactly where we are.
Molly: Oh yeah? Where?
David: Highway 99--cuts right through...
Molly's not buying it. She looks out at the deserted road, the endless empty fields. Then she spots something up ahead: a rusty sign by the side of the road: Highway 41.
Molly: Highway 99, huh?
David looks nervously back at the map in his lap. Then--
David: Okay. So. We're taking the scenic route.
Molly: David. It's our anniversary. And we're spending it stuck in the car.
A beat. David realizes that he was being a jerk. And that he had better make peace, fast.
David: You're right, I'm sorry. Here, let me make it up to you--
David leans over, makes a move of trying to kiss Molly, playful. She pushes him away. Nothing too rancourous...just that typical way that loving couples fight.
Molly: Stop. I'm mad at you.
David: (he tries again) Come on. You love me.
Molly: No, I don't. You're a jerk.
David tries again. Molly turns from the road, taking her eyes off, to push David away again.
Molly: David, I mean it--
Suddenly, David's eyes widen, he yells--
David: Molly!!
Jump scare! As Molly looks up to see--
A creepy--looking farmer, late '50s, muddy clothes, standing in the middle of the road! Molly slams on the brakes!
Tight on Molly. We remain on her startled, horrified expression, as she spins the wheel...the sound of brakes squealing, tires skidding. She's too shocked to scream...
Ext. Highway 41/Down Embankment Off Road-Continuous
Angle on-A thick tree trunk. As the car barrels into frame, down the embankment...slamming into the tree with a sickening crunch!
The windshiled shatters. And as the music dies, we...
Dip to Black.
Int. Molly's Car-Night
Molly. She's lumped over the steering wheel. Unconscious. A spot of blood on her forehead. Her eyes slowly open. She's groggy, disoriented...
Molly turns to the passenger seat. It's empty.
Molly: Dave...?
Sides End.
Episode 216 "Roadkill"
Sides for David
Teaser:
Ext. Highway 41-Day-Establishing
A bright red sunset bleeds across a lonely two-lane highway. Winding through vast, empty, rural farmland.
It's quiet. Just the sounds of crickets chirping. Wind whistling through fields. Then in the distance, the rumble of an approaching car...it's dusty, muddy, an early 90's model...but one that's not out of place on the roads today.
Int. Molly's Car-Driving-Day
On the radio--some distinctive classic rock hit from about 15 or 20 years ago.
Close On: A fold-out highway map. We hear a woman's voice...
Molly: (O.S.) We're lost.
Pull back from the map to reveal: David Mcnamara, 28, sitting in the passenger seat of a cluttered car. he folds the map into his lap, sighs, exasperated...
David: No, this is a shortcut.
Angle on- David's wife, Molly Mcnamara, 28, driving the car. Attractive, smart. Dressed in jeans, a tank top.
This is an age-old conflict--and Molly proceeds gently; sensitive of David's threatened masculinity.
Molly: Babe, it's just...we've been on this road over an hour, we haven't seen a single car.
David cuts her off, stubbornly...
David: Molly, I know how to read a friggin' map.
Molly: We passed that gas station a while back. Let's go ask somebody...
David: That was like forty minutes ago--We're not turning around.
Molly: Come on. Isn't this argument a little antiquated? Men can ask directions these days.
David: (frustrated) No, we can't, it's in our genetic code. And I know exactly where we are.
Molly: Oh yeah? Where?
David: Highway 99--cuts right through...
Molly's not buying it. She looks out at the deserted road, the endless empty fields. Then she spots something up ahead: a rusty sign by the side of the road: Highway 41.
Molly: Highway 99, huh?
David looks nervously back at the map in his lap. Then--
David: Okay. So. We're taking the scenic route.
Molly: David. It's our anniversary. And we're spending it stuck in the car.
A beat. David realizes that he was being a jerk. And that he had better make peace, fast.
David: You're right, I'm sorry. Here, let me make it up to you--
David leans over, makes a move of trying to kiss Molly, playful. She pushes him away. Nothing too rancourous...just that typical way that loving couples fight.
Molly: Stop. I'm mad at you.
David: (he tries again) Come on. You love me.
Molly: No, I don't. You're a jerk.
David tries again. Molly turns from the road, taking her eyes off, to push David away again.
Molly: David, I mean it--
Suddenly, David's eyes widen, he yells--
David: Molly!!
Jump scare! As Molly looks up to see--
A creepy--looking farmer, late '50s, muddy clothes, standing in the middle of the road! Molly slams on the brakes!
Tight on Molly. We remain on her startled, horrified expression, as she spins the wheel...the sound of brakes squealing, tires skidding. She's too shocked to scream...
Ext. Highway 41/Down Embankment Off Road-Continuous
Angle on-A thick tree trunk. As the car barrels into frame, down the embankment...slamming into the tree with a sickening crunch!
The windshiled shatters. And as the music dies, we...
Dip to Black.
Int. Molly's Car-Night
Molly. She's lumped over the steering wheel. Unconscious. A spot of blood on her forehead. Her eyes slowly open. She's groggy, disoriented...
Molly turns to the passenger seat. It's empty.
Molly: Dave...?
Sides End.