INT. STATION WAGON – MORNING

STAN and MURIEL Bagwell, mid forties, average hight and build, sit side by side, driving down a remote stretch of Freeway.  They pass a sign that says NEXT REST STOP 40 MILES – and another that says “NEXT FOOD/GAS/LODGING 45 MILES.”

STAN glances at the signs, and then down at the speedometer.  It rests just a hair over 55.  MURIEL also looks, nods her head, and turns back to watch the road.

We see another sign.  This one reads WARNING: “SPEED CONTROLLED BY AIRCRAFT”.

STAN reads the sign and smirks. He looks ahead, right, and left. The smirk becomes a grin. He presses a little harder on the gas.  MURIEL looks at him, then at the slowly rising arrow on the speedometer.  She frowns and turns away.  STAN glances at her slyly and presses even harder on the gas.

They come up on a second sign reading “WARNING: SPEED CONTROLLED BY AIRCRAFT” and MURIEL points to it, not lowering he hand until they are well past.  STAN stomps on the gas and the station wagon shoots forward.  The road slants upward slightly.

MURIEL crosses her arms in front of her and shakes her head.  STAN grins gleefully and plows ahead.

Over the crest of the hill above, we see a jet appear.  It’s a harrier, and it hovers, just above the road.  STAN glances up at it in wonder, but continues to speed.  MURIEL’s hand covers her heart.

We see it coming directly at us from STAN’s POV.  There is a huge explosion.  When the dust clears, we see nothing but a cloud of dust, and light debris raining onto the road.  On the tail fin of the harrier, as it pivots to head off, we see a logo.  It reads DOT.