INT.bedroom.day
JIMMY BREEZE, a handsome, skinny, twenty five year old lies flat on his bed wearing only a pair of white boxer shorts.
Jimmy reaches over to a bedside cabinet.  He picks up a notebook and a pen.  He opens the book to a clean page and carefully writes:
"The Funeral of Jimmy Breeze - Special Guests"
He chews his pen for a moment as he looks at a photograph of LORNA which sits on the bedside cabinet.
Eventually he writes:
"Lorna - Perform reading (to be selected)"
He puts the pen and notebook back on the cabinet.
Jimmy reaches under his pillow and pulls out a bottle of pills.
He holds the bottle up to the light and stares at the label before studying the contents.  
Jimmy reaches out to the cabinet once again.  He opens a drawer and pulls out a medical reference book.  He flicks through the pages until he finds the page he needs.
A look of disappointment - he throws the pills onto the floor.
He climbs from his bed and flicks through his huge record collection which takes up all the wall space in the room.
He takes a record and places it on the turntable, on the first note he presses RECORD on the cassette deck.
He picks up a blank cassette.  Slowly, in his neatest handwriting, he writes:
"Songs of Sadness For A Funky Funeral"
Underneath he writes:
Brass Buttons - Gram Parsons
Jimmy lies back on his bed.  He covers his face with the tatty record sleeve.  He sniffs it.
JIMMY (V.O.)
Beautiful.  Just beautiful.  Anyone can sing.  That's easy.  A few doh rae me's and you find yourself on the telly being put down by some ponce who wouldn't know`emotion if it crawled up his bed in the middle of the night and bit his cock off.
He takes the sleeve off his face.  A tear in his eye.
JIMMY (V.O.)
But this.  This.  This is special.  It's just so...The world is full of good singers.  They're everywhere.  Bowie, Bono, Diamond, Sedaka, Mannilow, Pavarotti.  Even my mum was a good singer.  All good.  But you want more.  Well I want more.  It's the emotion that makes the difference.  When you know the person singing means what they're singing about.  You can feel their pain and you know they can feel your pain.  That's the difference.  It's not about holding a high note for half an hour and warbling like a nightingale on ecstacy.
Jimmy sits up.
JIMMY
Like any of them give a fuck.  Like any of them know how this feels.
Jimmy walks over to the window.  Outside is wet.  Grey and wet.
JIMMY
It's entertainment versus emotion.  I'm not a hard hearted bastard.  Far from it.  I just like my emotions raw and my feelings genuine.
He turns around and watches the record spinning around on the turntable.
JIMMY
When a singers voice cracks or wavers because the emotion of the song has got to them.  That's what does it for me.  It's the little imperfections.
A loud KNOCK at the door disturbs Jimmy.  Before he can move, the door has opened.
IAN BREEZE stands in the doorway.  Dressed in a black suit, white shirt and black tie.  A few years older than Jimmy, although smartly dressed, he looks much rougher and is nowhere near as good looking.
IAN
Phone.
Before leaving the room, Jimmy presses STOP on the cassette deck.
INT.HALLWAY.DAY
Jimmy looks thoroughly pissed off as he listens on the phone.
JIMMY
No, no I'll be fine.
What have I told you about eating chicken?  You get all sorts from those little fuckers.  They live in shit.
Jimmy  takes a deep breath.
JIMMY
Just get yourself in bed.  Look after yourself.  Ok?
Jimmy puts the phone down.
Ian has been hovering in the background.
IAN
Everything ok?
JIMMY
Great.  Lorna's been eating poisoned chicken and now she's got the shits.
IAN
Did you give her my love?
Jimmy doesn't answer.  He plods up the stairs.
INT. BEDROOM. DAY
Jimmy slams the door behind him.  He rewinds the cassette and plays "Brass Buttons" again.
He's about to throw himself onto his bed when Ian enters - his head bowed slightly.
IAN
They're here.
Jimmy nods.  
Ian turns and leaves, leaving the door open behind him.
Jimmy slams the door again.  He leans against it and contemplates what's coming.
JIMMY (V.O.)
People say it doesn't matter.  They haven't got a clue.  They're all caught up in the everyday shit.  Never take the time to listen to the crackles and hisses.  That's what I do.  My mates do my head in with all their empty mp3, mp4 shite.  It's nothing.  It doesn't even exist.  She always told me I was wasting my time up here.  Listening to "that crap".  I told her I was expanding my mind.  She used to go on about living in the real world.  Well look where that ends up.  
Jimmy opens a wardrobe door and pulls out a creased white shirt.
JIMMY (V.O.)
Nah.  None of this shit matters.  It's an illusion.  None of this really happens.
Jimmy lifts up his mattress and pulls out a pair of black trousers.
JIMMY (V.O.)
It's that 'Circle of Life' shit isn't it?  She thinks she's going to heaven.  Maybe she is.
He opens a drawer and pulls out a pair of socks.  He sniffs them.  They'll do.
JIMMY (V.O.)
But what the fuck do I know about life and death?  I've never left this town.  Who do I think I am?  That's what she said.  That's what everyone says.
Jimmy pulls on a pair of scuffed black shoes.
JIMMY (V.O.)
And you know what?  They're right.  Who the fuck does Jimmy Breeze think he is?
EXT. FRONT DOOR. DAY
The UNDERTAKERS lift the coffin into the hearse.
Jimmy watches as Ian stubs a cigarette out with his heel.
As Ian treads the fag end Ian notices Jimmy's shoes are falling apart.  He looks Jimmy up and down - disgusted with his lack of style.
Ian straightens his jacket and fiddles with his cuff links.  Jimmy looks down at his shoes.
An UNDERTAKER swears as he stands in a dog turd.  The others struggle to contain their laughter.
The most serious looking Undertaker approaches Jimmy.
UNDERTAKER
Any flowers?
Ian and Jimmy lower their heads as they shake them.
LOUD BASS SOUNDS form a CAR STEREO get louder as a red BMW pulls up behind the hearse.  SIMON BREEZE climbs from the car.  Thirty five years old, immaculate in classic Paul Smith suit.  On his feet a pair of shiny red boots.
Simon slams the car door and points at the Undertakers.
SIMON
Are you just gonna' stand there?  I'm paying a fortune for this.
Simon clicks his key and the car boot opens.
He pulls out a huge wreath.
In red roses it says "MUM".
The Undertakers begin unloading a mountain of flowers.
Simon, hands in pockets, watches.  He looks the hearse up and down
SIMON
I'd hate your job. Must be shite, driving a car like that and having to go dead slow all the time.
EXT. CHURCH. DAY
The Undertakers unload the coffin from the hearse.  They load it onto a trolley.
Jimmy, Ian and Simon step forward and push the trolley into the church.
Jimmy pushes from the back; Ian and Simon take a side each.
INT. CHURCH. DAY
Jimmy stares down at the coffin as he pushes.  Ian and Simon chat casually as they stroll down the aisle.
Jimmy looks around at the almost empty church.
SIMON
I won't be staying long.  I said I'd be back in work after dinner.
IAN
No problem.  I need to get to the Queen's Head anyway.  
Ian looks back at Jimmy.
IAN
What about you bollocks?  What you got planned?
JIMMY
Dunno'.
Jimmy, Simon and Ian take their seats at the front of the church.
A mobile phone rings.
Simon and Ian fumble in their pockets.
The PRIEST raises an eyebrow as he waits to begin the service.
Ian answers his phone.
IAN
Hello?  Nah, shouldn't take too long.  I told him to keep it short.  Yeah, yeah I'll be there.
EXT. GRAVESIDE. DAY
The priest offers a piece of earth to Jimmy, he takes a piece and throws it onto the coffin.
Ian and Simon refuse the offer with a shake of their heads.  Both check their watches.
INT. PUB. DAY
Jimmy, Simon and Ian are the only customers in the pub.  A place virtually untouched by the 21st century.  
They sit around a copper topped table.
Ian finishes his pint.  He pauses before he stands up.
SIMON
Where do you think you're going?
IAN
Queen's Head.
SIMON
Have another one.
IAN
Nah, I need to...
SIMON
For Mum.
Ian sits down again.
SIMON
Get 'em in then.
IAN
For fuck's sake.
Jimmy stands up.
SIMON
Where are you going?
JIMMY
The jukebox.  Ok?
SIMON
Oh fuck.  Don't put any of that old shit you like on.  I'm depressed enough already.
JIMMY
Don't listen then.  Stick your fucking ipod on.
Jimmy is quietly pleases with himself as he strides over to the jukebox.
He flicks through the CD's.  A mischievous grin on his face as he selects...
THE BEST PARTY ALBUM IN THE WORLD EVER!!
He scans the tracks. 
Eventually selecting...
THE BIRDIE SONG.
Jimmy ambles back to the bar, grinning to himself.
Ian puts a tray of pints and nuts on the table as THE BIRDIE SONG begins.
IAN
You sick bastard.
SIMON
What the fuck is wrong with you?  Why can't you just be normal.  You've always been a funny fucker.
Ian throws a bag of peanuts at Jimmy.
Jimmy catches them.
IAN
What is it with you?
SIMON
He's always been the same.  Always had to be different.  Can't just do things like normal people.  Like everyone else.
Jimmy opens his nuts and analyses one very carefully.
IAN
You're twenty five.  You're not a kid anymore.  You've got no friends.  You never go out.
SIMON
You never watch telly.  You listen to music for Grandad's.
IAN
You've never used a cd player let alone a fucking mp3 player.
JIMMY
This was Mum's favourite song.  It captures her youthful spirit and joy de vivre.  And it was the only dance she could do.
SIMON
Doesn't make it right though.  
IAN
It's supposed to be a funeral.
JIMMY
It's been a bad, bad day.
IAN
What?
JIMMY
Nothing.
Jimmy puts a peanut into his mouth.
JIMMY
The Incas of Peru used peanuts as sacrificial offerings and entombed them with their mummies to aid them in the spirit life.
Ian and Simon give up.
IAN
You haven't forgotten have you?
SIMON
What?
Ian
The car.  You said I could use it later.
SIMON
Did I?
IAN
Yeah.
SIMON
Don't remember.  Tell you what though.  Beat me at pool and you can take it.
Simon throws his keys onto the table.
IAN
I haven't got time for this.
SIMON
One frame.  Jimmy.  You're ref.
Jimmy shrugs his shoulders and flicks a peanut into his mouth.
INT. PUB-POOL TABLE. DAY
Jimmy stands at the bottom of the table, hands behind his back.
IAN
What the fuck are you doing now?
JIMMY
The Len Ganley stance.
SIMON
Freak.
Ian takes his first shot.  Pots two balls.
SIMON
Jammy cunt.
IAN
Class.  And we don't use that word in here.
Ian takes his next shot.  Pots another.
SIMON
Foul!  He hit my ball first.
Jimmy shakes his head.
SIMON
Clear as fuck.  He hit my ball first! 
Jimmy shrugs his shoulders and walks away.
The game continues as Jimmy sits down.  He notices Simon's jacket on the floor.  As he picks it up Simon's wallet falls out.  
Jimmy has a quick peek inside.  A wad of notes and a collection of plastic cards.
He looks over to the pool table - Ian and Simon still arguing.  
Jimmy slips a couple of cards out and slips them into his pocket.
He flicks through the wad of cash - debating the risk....
He finds a scrap of paper.  Pulls it out.
A list of pin numbers.
JIMMY (UNDER HIS BREATH)
Thick cunt.
Jimmy sits back and watches the game.
Ian is left on the black.
IAN
And this one for the BMW.
No mistake.
As the ball drops into the pocket he lifts the cue above his head.
Simon takes his car keys from the table.
He stuff them down his trousers.
SIMON
Come and get 'em big boy.
Without hesitating, Ian reaches his hand down the front of Simon's trousers.
SIMON
You dirty arse-stabbing bastard.
IAN
You love it.
Simon and Ian walk back towards Jimmy.  
They pick up their jackets.
SIMON
Later bollocks.
Int. different pub. Day
Jimmy sitting on a stool at the bar.  A full pint in front of him.  
Jimmy scans the row of optics.
His eye is caught by a bottle of tequila. 
The barman, LITTLE JOE, is immersed in The Mirror crossword.
JiMMY
A tequila please.
Little Joe looks up from his crossword.
LITTLE JOE
Tequila.
JIMMY
Yeah.  Tequila.
LITTLE JOE
Had it before?
JIMMY
No.
Little Joe folds up his paper and puts his pen behind his ear.
LITTLE JOE
So you're not aware of the proper etiquette then?
JIMMY
What?
LITTLE JOE
How to drink it.
JIMMY
No. I'm not. 
Jimmy takes a sip of his pint.
LITTLE JOE
I've not always been a landlord y'know.  Was in the Merchant Navy for years.  Spent a lot of time in Mexico.  A place called Veracruz.  The nights we had there.  A place called Plaza Lerdo.  Great days.  Spent nine days in a bar there once during the carnival.  Drinking tequila all day, every day.  I nearly went blind.
JIMMY
I'll have a vodka instead.
LiTTLE JOE
Vodka.  That reminds me of the time I was in Vladikavkaz.
Jimmy has another dip of his pint.
LITTLE JOE
The thing with tequila is to do it properly.  With a little sangrita.  Lemon and salt.
Little Joe looks around the bar.
LITTLE JOE
But we don't have any salt.  Or Sangrita.
Little Joe picks up Jimmy's bag of nuts.
LITTLE JOE
Stick your finger in there.
Jimmy dabs a finger into the bag.
LITTLE JOE
Now suck.
Jimmy sucks his finger.
Little Joe hands him the tequila.
LITTLE JOE
In one.
Jimmy downs it.
LITTLE JOE
Where the fuck are those lemons?
Jimmy winces at the taste.
Little Joe searches the bar.
LITTLE JOE
Fuck it.
He finds a jar of cherries.
LITTLE JOE
Suck on a couple of these.
LITTLE JOE
Well?  What do you think?
Jimmy spits the cherries out.
EXT. ESTATE. DAY
Jimmy staggering slightly as he walks along the road towards his house.
He pauses as he notices the red BMW parked outside.
Jimmy fumbles in his pocket before pulling out his front door key.
He opens the door and trips as he enters the house.
INT.HALLWAY.DAY
Jimmy looks up the stairs.
He hears voices...
IAN
Hurry up Lorna I'm bursting for a piss.
Ian pops his head over the landing.
IAN
What are you doing here?
Jimmy doesn't answer.  He walks up the stairs.
LORNA emerges from the bathroom dressed only in a towel.
IAN
She came to see you.
Jimmy brushes past her and barges into his bedroom.
He slams the door behind him.
INT.BEDROOM.DAY
Jimmy leans against the door for a moment.  He moves away as if shaping to punch the wall.  He thinks better of it.
He sits on his bed with his hands for a moment before reaching out to the PLAY button on his stereo.
BRASS BUTTONS plays.
Jimmy puts his head in his hands again.
A gentle knock on the door before it slowly opens.
Lorna enters, still in a towel.
LORNA
Let me explain.
JIMMY
Fuck it.  It doesn't matter.
LORNA
I'm sorry.
Lorna leaves the room, gently closing the door behind her.
Jimmy holds his head in his hands again.
He looks around the room.  He seems quite cool.
He picks up his notebook and puts a line through Lorna's name.
Jimmy suddenly springs up.  He opens his drawers throwing the contents onto the floor.
He stops for a second when he finds his passport.
Without paying too much attention he stuffs handfuls of clothes into a holdall.
Jimmy grabs his passport, picks up his holdall.
He scans the room looking for anything else he might need.
He scans the cassettes on his shelf, picking out two.
BEST OF GRAM BY JIMMY BREEZE and JIMMY'S FAVE GRAM TOONS.
INT.HALLWAY.DAY
Jimmy grabs a set of car keys from a hook next to the front door.
He notices Ian's jacket hanging up on the bottom of the stairs.  He has a quick look upstairs before rifling through the pockets.
He pulls out a wallet stuffed with notes.
Jimmy checks upstairs again before stuffing the wallet into his own pocket
He leaves the door open behind him as he makes his way into the street.
EXT. HOUSE. DAY
Jimmy looks around nervously before opening the door of the BMW.  He throws his bag onto the passenger list.
INT.BMW.DAY
Jimmy adjusts the rear view mirror.
He inserts the key into the ignition.
The car jerks forward as soon as he turns it.
Jimmy composes himself before fiddling with the gear stick.
He starts up again.
Jimmy checks the mirrors before putting the car into gear and bunny-hopping along the road.
EXT. PUB. DAY
Jimmy in the BMW parked outside a run down, rough looking pub.
INT.BMW.DAY
Jimmy stares at himself in the rear view mirror.  He frowns as he tries to look hard.
JIMMY
Don't fuck with me.
He changes his expression.
JIMMY
Don't fuck with me.
EXT.PUB.DAY
Jimmy trying to do a "hard" walk as he enters the pub.
EXT.PUB.DAY
Jimmy leaving the pub with a handful of notes and climbing into a taxi.
INT.TAXI.DAY
Jimmy flicking through his wad of notes.
Driver
Going anywhere nice?
JIMMY
The airport.
DRIVER
Yeah.  After you've been the airport.
JIMMY
Oh yeah.  Sorry.  The States.
DRIVER (LAUGHING)
You reckon they'll let you in?
JIMMY
Yeah.
DRIVER
You got a place to stay out there?
JIMMY
Er, no.  Not yet.  Was gonna' hitch around.
DRIVER
Don't tell the cunts that.  They'll think you're gonna' blow them up.  Tell them you've got a hotel booked or something.
The taxi pulls up outside the departure lounge.
Jimmy hands over the fare.
DRIVER
Cheers.  How long are you going for?
Jimmy thrusts another thirty quid into his hand.
JIMMY
Forever.
INT. AIRPORT. NIGHT.
Jimmy looks knackered.  He wearily approaches the enquiries desk.
CHECK-IN WOMAN
I'm sorry Mr Breeze.  Still no news.  As soon as a flight does become available we will inform you.
INT.AIRPORT.NIGHT
Jimmy fast asleep.  Sprawled over a number of seats.
TANNOY
Will Mr James Breeze please report to the British Airways information desk.
Jimmy wakes up as the message is repeated.
He grabs his bag which he has been using as a pillow and runs along the concourse.
INT.BUS.DAY
Jimmy asleep on the bus, his head resting against the window.  A hand on his shoulder wakes Jimmy.
He looks up.
The DRIVER looks down at him.
DRIVER
You should have been off three hundred miles ago.  Now go, before I call the Police.
EXT.ROADSIDE.DAY
Jimmy watches as the bus disappears along the road.
He looks up and down the road - deciding which way to go.
He can see a few buildings in the near distance.  Jimmy picks up his bags and heads towards them.
EXT.MOTEL.DAY
A run-down, dirty, dingey looking place.
The neon sign reads: "   EL"
Jimmy hesitates before entering.
INT.MOTEL.DAY
BOB, a fat man in his forties with a bushy beard stands behind the desk.  His back soaked with sweat as he stares out of the window.
Jimmy coughs to attract his attention.
No response.
He coughs again.
Still no response.
Jimmy bangs a bell on the desk.
Still no response.
Bob turns around.
He's surprised to see Jimmy staring at him.
JIMMY
A room for tonight?
Bob looks Jimmy up and down before eventually handing him a key.
JIMMY
Thanks.
Bob points along the corridor before turning over a piece of card that reads: ENJOY YOUR STAY
Jimmy smiles, but Bob turns back to the window without responding.
INT.MOTEL ROOM.DAY
Jimmy throws his bag onto the bed.
He looks around the room.
Slowly realising what a dump the place is.
He looks at the walls.  They're covered in stains and marks.  Including some that look like blood.
He looks down at the bed.  It sags in the middle.
Jimmy pulls back the blanket.  The sheet is full of suspicious looking damp patches.
Jimmy's face turns green.
He notices a sink in the corner.  He picks up a piece of mouldy looking soap.  A cockroach scuttles out from beneath it.
Jimmy drops the soap, picks up his bag and storms out of the room, slamming the door as he leaves.
INT.MOTEL RECEPTION. DAY
Sweat pouring down Bob's back as Jimmy marches towards the reception desk.
Jimmy throws the keys down on the desk.  They bounce and land on the floor.
Bob turns around to face Jimmy.
JIMMY
You dirty, sweaty, robbing bastard.  Charging people to sleep in that shithole?
Bob just stares at Jimmy, expressionless.
He watches Jimmy's lips, waiting for them to stop moving.
Slowly, Bob reaches into a drawer.
A look of panic on Jimmy's face.
Bob pulls out a piece of card from the drawer.
He shows it to Jimmy.
It reads: "HAVE A NICE DAY"
Jimmy can't help but break into a smile, he is about to apologise when Bob picks up a pen and scribbles on the card.
He shows it to Jimmy: "HAVE A NICE DAY MUTHAFUCKA"
EXT. MOTEL. DAY
Jimmy sweltering as he walks along the empty street.  He looks as though he is about to collapse.
He spots a diner over the road and heads towards it.
INT. DINER. DAY
Jimmy is almost orgasmic as he enters the diner and feels the cool of the air conditioning.
He stands eyes closed, perfectly still as he feels his temperature drop.
Jimmy looks up at the menu board, but before he can even begin to read he is disturbed by shouting.
A WAITRESS backs out of the kitchen.
She turns around, her name badge says "CODY HARRIS".
CODY is about twenty-five, scowling, but still looks pretty.
CODY
Yeah?  Well fuck you too!
JIMMY
What?
CODY
What a fucker.
JIMMY
Me?
CODY
Yes I'm talking to you.
Jimmy looks around.
JIMMY
Wait a minute...
Cody looks at Jimmy.
CODY
I'm not talking about you.
JIMMY
Oh.
CODY
That piece of shit bitch in there.
JIMMY
Oh right.
Jimmy looks up at the menu board.
JIMMY
Can I get a sandwich?  And a cup of tea?
CODY
You Australian?
JIMMY
No.
CODY
I'm usually good with accents.
JIMMY
Well you're a few thousand miles away.
CODY
Irish?
JIMMY
Closer.
CoDY
English!
JIMMY
How did you guess?  Yeah, I'm English and I'm starving.
CODY
Do you really want tea?
JIMMY
Tea, coffee, whatever.  As long is it's wet.
CODY
It's just that last time I made tea for someone from England I almost strangled the bitch.
JIMMY
I'm really not fussy.  Just a drink and some food.  Please?
Cody heads back into the kitchen.
Jimmy sits down.
He listens to the SCREAMING coming from the kitchen.
Cody emerges with a pot of coffee.
CODY
You're sandwich will be a few minutes.
Cody sits down opposite Jimmy.
CODY
Mind if I sit down?
JIMMY
Please do.
Cody stares at Jimmy intensely for a moment.  Jimmy shifts uncomfortably in his seat.
CODY
Don't take this the wrong way.  But what the fuck are you doing here?
JIMMY
I thought I'd get something to eat.
CODY
Funny.  Why here?  Of all the diners in all the world.  Why this one.
JIMMY
Why not?
CODY
But why here?
JIMMY
Where's here?
Cody laughs.  Then stares again.
CODY
You don't know where you are?
JIMMY
Not a clue.  Somewhere in the States...
CODY
You really don't know?
JIMMY
I've had a long day.  Or two.  I fell asleep on the bus and got thrown off.  Now I'm hungry.  A sandwich would help.
Cody heads back to the kitchen.
Jimmy stares out of the window.
SCREAMING from the kitchen.
A Woman's voice screeches...
ROSIE
You thieving bitch!  Get out of here before I blow your thieving ass off the planet.
Jimmy stands up and tries to see into the kitchen.
Cody backs out.  ROSIE PEPPER, a tiny woman in her fifties follows her.  She has a shotgun pointed at Cody's stomach.
ROSIE
Out!  Out!  Out!
CODY
My jacket.  I need my jacket.  My pills are in the pocket.
ROSIE
I'm gonna' count to ten.  Quickly.  If you're not out you and your boyfriend are gonna' get it.
Cody brushes past Rosie, back into the kitchen.  She returns clutching a denim jacket.
Rosie points the gun at Jimmy
ROSIE
Get out!
Jimmy hurries out of the door.  
Cody follows him.
ROSIE
You show your face around here again and I swear I'll blow it clean off.
Ext. dINER. DAY
Jimmy in a state of shock.  Cody has taken the whole thing in her stride and appears completely unflustered by the incident.  She smiles at Jimmy.
CODY
Guess that's me fired.
Jimmy smiles nervously.
Cody begins walking down the street.  Jimmy watches her for a moment - weighing up his options.
Cody turns back.
CODY
You need a ride someplace.
Jimmy's head is still spinning...he takes a second to answer.
CODY
Well?
JIMMY
With you?
Cody looks back at the diner.
CODY
Well you could go back in there and get my job back for me.
JIMMY
Well...
Cody marches along the street.  Jimmy struggles to keep up with her.
Cody suddenly stops at a battered old pick up.
Jimmy is impressed.
He throws his bag into the back before jumping into the passenger seat.  
Before he can even close the door Cody has the pedal to the floor.
Jimmy reaches out and manages to pull the door shut.
A look of fear appears on his face as the truck reaches full speed.  He stares at Cody - willing her to slow down.
EXT. HIGHWAY. DAY
The pick up speeding along empty roads.
EXT. GAS STATION. DAY
The pick up pulls in at the gas station.  Jimmy looks out at the ramshackle building and antique pumps.
CODY
We've been on red for the past half hour.
Jimmy jumps out.
JIMMY
There's something I've always wanted to do.
He approaches a huge bearded man in dirty overalls.
JIMMY
Fill 'er up.
The man glares at Jimmy before walking past and climbing into a huge truck.
Cody winds the window down.  
She points at the "SELF SERVICE" sign.
INT. PICK-UP. NIGHT
Cody driving while Jimmy sits with his feet on the dashboard.
JIMMY
So?  You gonna' tell me where we are?
CODY
Not telling.
JIMMY
Tell me.
Cody smiles.
CODY
I can keep secrets too.
JIMMY
Fine.  Keep driving.
Cody looks at Jimmy - waiting for a reaction.  Jimmy just stares out of the window.
CODY
I'll tell you where we are when you tell me where you're going.
Jimmy sits up.  He shuffles about.  He looks embarrassed.
JIMMY
I'm heading to...
CODY
Yeah?
JIMMY
Y'know the Joshua Tree National Park?
CODY
Yeah...
JIMMY
Ok?
CODY
Ok.
JIMMY
Right where are we?
Cody laughs.
CODY
You think I'm that easy?  You got me curious now.
Cody looks Jimmy up and down.
CODY
You don't look much like the outdoor type to me.
JIMMY
So?
CODY
So what you gonna' do there?
JIMMY
I got plans.
CODY
Plans?  You not into all that hippy shit are you?
JIMMY
Hippy shit?
CODY
Yeah...they mystical power of the desert.  That hippy shit.
JIMMY
Nah.  I needed a break.  Somewhere to get my head together.
CODY
So?
JIMMY
What now?
CODY
Why there?
JIMMY
Questions, questions.
CODY
Well gimme answers, answers.
JIMMY
Because...it's the place where Gram Parsons died.
CODY
So you're a fucking pilgrim?
Cody giggles.
CODY
You're on a pilgrimage to worship a dead rock star?
Jimmy can't help but blush...
JIMMY
Well...I suppose..Anyway, where are we?
CODY
I would love to answer that question.  But I'm afraid, at this moment in time, I am unable to.
JIMMY
You're lost?
CODY
Not lost.  Just a technical hitch.
JIMMY
You're lost.
CODY
Not exactly.
JIMMY
You're as lost and confused as me.  Sitting there taking the piss and you haven't got a clue where we are.
Cody blushes now...
CODY
I kind of know where we are.  We'll find your Holy Grail tomorrow.
JIMMY
We?
Cody smiles to herself.  Jimmy settles back in his seat and watches the desert fly by.
EXT. MOTEL. NIGHT
The pick-up pulls up in the car park of a clean looking motel.
INT. PICK-UP. NIGHT
Cody switches off the ignition before turning to face Jimmy.
CODY
Just so there's no confusion.  Single rooms.  Ok?
JIMMY
Of course.  What do you take me for?
INT. MOTEL ROOM. NIGHT
Cody on her bed staring at the ceiling.
INT. MOTEL ROOM. NIGHT
Jimmy on his bed staring at the ceiling.
INT. MOTEL ROOM. NIGHT
Cody's face twisted with pain.  She hobbles over to the dressing table and opens up a bottle of pills.  She carefully takes two out and swallows them.
CODY
I'm ok.  I'm gonna' be ok.
INT.MOTEL ROOM. NIGHT
Jimmy pulls his shoes on.
INT. MOTEL ROOM. NIGHT 
Cody clutches her stomach.  She has tears in her eyes.  She takes a tissue and wipes them away.  
Cody looks at herself in the mirror and forces a smile.
INT. MOTEL ROOM. NIGHT
Jimmy pacing around the room.
INT. MOTEL CORRIDOR. NIGHT
Jimmy waits outside Cody's door.  He is about to knock.  He changes his mind.
Jimmy turns and walks away.  After a couple of steps he stops, turns around and returns to the door.
He knocks gently on the door.
JIMMY
It's me.
INT. MOTEL ROOM. NIGHT
Cody sits up on her bed. She hides the pills under a pillow.
She wipes away her tears with a blanket.
Cody opens the door.
She rubs eyes and pretends she's been sleeping.
Jimmy pops his head around the door.
JIMMY
Fancy a pint?
CODY
Sorry?
JIMMY
A beer?  You wanna' come for a beer?
Cody tries to force a smile.
CODY
Yeah.  Yeah that'd be good.  Gimme' five minutes.  See you outside.
EXT. MOTEL. NIGHT
Jimmy sitting on a wall staring up at the stars.
Cody sneaks up behind him.  She grabs his waist and pushes him.
JIMMY
Fucking hell!
CODY
Well?  Where are you taking me?
JIMMY
I was hoping you'd take me to a saloon.
CODY
Saloon?
JIMMY
Yeah.  One with swinging doors and stuff.
Cody laughs.
CODY
I'll see what I can do.
INT. BAR. NIGHT
Cody and Jimmy enter a gloomy, neon lit bar.  Jimmy immediately looks disappointed.
Jimmy signals to a barman for two beers.
They both pull up stools at the bar.
JIMMY
So?
CODY
So?
JIMMY
You come here often?
CODY
Oh yeah, every night.
Jimmy takes a sip from his beer.  He looks around the bar.
JIMMY
Your turn now.  I've told you a bit about me.  
Cody sips her beer.  She looks at the floor.
CODY
There's not much to say about me
She swills her beer around her mouth.
JIMMY
Tell me something.
CODY
No.
Jimmy is unsure how to take the bluntness of the reply.
JIMMY
Fine.  I'm not that interested.
CODY
You're not?
JIMMY
No.
CODY
I won't tell you then.
JIMMY
Good.
Cody takes another swig of beer.
Jimmy takes a swig of his.
Both trying too hard not to look interested.
Eventually Cody speaks.
CODY
You got jet lag?
JIMMY
Don't think so.
CODY
So why you not sleeping?
JIMMY
Just some stuff on my mind.  I shouldn't have disturbed you.
CODY
It's fine.  I don't sleep much these days anyway.
An awkward silence as Jimmy contemplates whether to push her further on this.  He decides against it.
He slams his bottle down on the bar and signals for two more.
JIMMY
You wanna' know why I'm here?
CODY
No.
JIMMY
I'll tell you if you tell me something about you.
Cody pauses.
CODY
I don't care.  I gave you the chance.  Not interested.
JIMMY
Not interested?  So why offer me a lift?  I could be a serial killer.
Cody looks him up and down.
CODY
You're not.
JIMMY
No.  But I could be.
CODY
Nah.  You're not interesting enough.
Jimmy appears genuinely hurt by this comment.  He looks awkward.  Cody senses his hurt and tries to make it up.
CODY
I don't know why I'm here.  I don't know why I picked you up and I don't know where I'm going.  Just got itchy feet and wanna' scratch them.  That answer your questions?
Jimmy is taken aback by this.
JIMMY
What about your family?
CODY
What about them?
JIMMY
Your mum and dad?
CODY
Assholes.  When I walked out I vowed never to speak to them till the day I died.
JIMMY
You keep your promises?
CODY
Always.
Cody looks away as she tried to avoid Jimmy's gaze.
CODY
I've told you more than you need to know.  What about you mystery man?  Turning up in the middle of nowhere like that.
Jimmy takes a drink.  He pauses in an attempt for dramatic impact.  
JIMMY
I'm here to die.
Jimmy takes a swig of beer.  He stares at his feet as he waits for a reaction.
CODY
Here to die?
Jimmy takes another swig of his beer.
CODY
Oh god.  I never...
Jimmy looks around the bar.
JIMMY
It's ok.  I'm fine about it.  What is death anyway?  It's just nothing.
CODY
Wow.  I don't know what to say.  This must be fate.
JIMMY
Fate?
The barman, MIKE, a skinny guy in his late forties with a pony tail and bushy moustache interrupts.
Mike
Excuse me for asking, but what kind of accent is that?
Jimmy looks up.
JIMMY
Australian.
MIKE
Really?
CODY
No.  He's British.  But funny.
MIKE
You should've said.  I love England.  I lived there for a while.
JIMMY
Oh yeah.
MIKE
Yeah.  Had a wild time, London, Brighton.  A great time.
CODY
He's not feeling to talkative.
Mike backs away.
MIKE
Sorry guys.  Didn't want to disturb you or anything.
Jimmy finishes his beer and places it carefully on the bar.
JIMMY
Sorry.  Two more of those, and one for yourself.
Mike opens three more beers and hands them around.
MIKE
Mike.  Mike Levy.
JIMMY
I'm Jimmy.  This is Cody.
Cody raises a glass.
MIKE
So Jimmy.  What brings you out here?
Jimmy sips his beer.  He looks at Cody before answering.
Mike
Sorry.  Didn't mean to pry.
JIMMY
No Mike.  Don't worry.  No problem.  I'll tell you.
Jimmy takes a long, slow swig of his beer.  He looks around the bar, tries to act cool.
JIMMY
I'm heading out to the Joshua Tree National Park.
Mike
Really?  Good luck to you.  Can't stand the desert myself.  All those lizards, snakes.  Are you into all that nature crap?
JIMMY
Oh yeah.  Camping, hiking, mountain biking.  Love it.
Cody
Yeah, he's a regular action hero.
Jimmy and Cody exchange glances.
JIMMY
You into music Mike?
Mike nods enthusiastically.
MIKE
Oh yeah.  Love music.
JIMMY
You ever heard of Gram Parsons?
MIKE
Gram Parsons?
JIMMY
Yeah.
MIKE
Heard of him?  Oh yeah.  My Uncle toured with him.
JIMMY
What?
MIKE
Back in 71 I think.
Jimmy laughs.
JIMMY
You taking the piss?
MIKE
No.  He toured with all the bands at that time.  I've got some photos back at my place.
Cody suspects Mike is bullshitting, she rolls her eyeballs.  Jimmy frowns at her.
JIMMY
Photo's of Gram?
MIKE
He kept scrapbooks for years.
JIMMY
Did you meet him?
MIKE
No.  Not me.  
Mike has a sip of beer.  He looks at Cody.  She looks away.  Mike looks at Jimmy.
MIKE
I finish in an hour.  You could come over.  I could dig out the scrapbooks.
JIMMY
Yeah.  That'd be cool.
Cody frowns again.
MIKE
You guys drink Tequila
Cody shakes her head.
JIMMY
Yeah.  Love the stuff.
MIKE
Me too.  You wanna join me?
JIMMY
Why not?
INT. CHEVROLET. NIGHT
Jimmy in the passenger seat.  Cody in the back.  Mike driving.  The car veers all over the road.
Mike sticks a cassette in.
The Eagles.
JIMMY
The fucking Eagles?  I thought you had taste.  The fucking Eagles.  Bunch of rip off merchants and chancers.  Fucking Eagles.
Mike is amused by Jimmy's reaction.
CODY
How far now?
MIKE
Just a few minutes.
JIMMY
You said that half an hour ago.  Fucking Eagles.  Not an ounce of passion or meaning in their music.  Empty music for empty people.
EXT. HOUSE. NIGHT
The Chevrolet pulls up outside a rundown old shack.
INT. HOUSE. NIGHT
Jimmy and Cody's jaws drop as they take in the mess that is Mike's house.
Newspapers, magazines, milk cartons and beer bottles are littered around the room.
MIKE
Grab a seat.  I'll get some beers.  Excuse the mess.  Cleaner's not been around for a while.
Jimmy and Cody exchange glances as they look for somewhere semi-clean to sit.
They settle next to each other on a two seater sofa after moving pizza boxes onto the floor.
Mike returns with the beers.
MIKE
You guys wanna' watch a movie?
JIMMY
What about the photos?
Mike laughs.
Cody looks worried.
MIKE
There ain't no photos man!  I was shitting you!
Mike crawls around the room.  He pulls videos from underneath chairs, from beneath papers.  He eventually finds the one he's looking for.
He inserts it into the video player.
MIKE
Just a little something to get us in the mood.  Warm us up a little.
Jimmy begins to look worried.
MIKE
Some people find this a bit strong.  Once you come to terms with the fact that man can't compete with a donkey - it's awesome.
Mike smiles at Cody and Jimmy.
Cody fidgets in her seat.  Trying to attract Jimmy's attention.
JIMMY
No offence or anything Mike.  But do you think you could turn that off?
Milke smiles the sleaziest smile.  He stares at Cody.
MIKE
I like your style.  You wanna' get straight to it?
CODY
What?
MIKE
You are a cute one.  Butter wouldn't melt.  But I know what would.  You just don't look the type.
Cody stands up, getting aggresive...
CODY
Type?  What type?
Mike unbuckles his belt.
MIKE
The type who's into this shit.
He steps out of his jeans.  He stares at Jimmy.
JIMMY
What the fuck?
Mike now wearing only a thong.
MIKE
You're a funny guy.
Mike steps out of his thong.
JIMMY
Oh no.  No, no, no, no!  What the fuck are you doing.
MIKE
We not gonna give it to this bitch?
Cody fronts up to Mike...right into his space.

CODY
Listen...
JIMMY
No, no.  You got it wrong.  We don't do this.
CODY
We don't even sleep together.  And if I'm not fucking him.  I am so not fucking you.  So get your pants on.  Now.
Mike backs off.  Scrambling around for his thong.
MIKE
So you didn't come here for sex.
Mike pulls his thong on.
JIMMY
I came to see your photos.
Mike looks at Cody again.  Then at Jimmy.  Jimmy moves closer to Cody.  They can almost see the funny side.
MIKE
Listen guys.  Seeing as how I've got this far...you wouldn't mind if I just like beat off would you?
CoDY
Do what you like pervert but I ain't watching you.  Where's your remote.
Cody and Jimmy settle on the sofa and begin flicking through the tv channels.
Mike lies down behind the sofa.
MIKE
Come on guys.  Talk dirty to me.
JIMMY
I'm not looking.
MIKE
That's cool just talk to me.
Jimmy starts to giggle...
JIMMY
Big knockers.  Big bums.  Huge tits.  Big wobbly tits....
Jimmy giggles uncontrollably...
JIMMY
Sorry...I can't do this.
MIKE
Course you can.  Just think dirty thoughts.
CoDY
Don't.  It's disgusting and sick.  You are one perverted bastard.
MIKE
That's it!
CODY
Oh you fucking sicko I hope your cock drops off.
MIKE
Oh yes.
CODY
You warped fuck.  You disgusting fucking warped sicko fuck.
Mike lets out a sigh...
MIKE
That's it?
JIMMY
Finished?
MIKE
Just about.  Give me a minute.    You guys wanna' stay the night?
JIMMY
I don't think so.  We need to get back to the motel.
MIKE
I'll give you a lift.  Just let me clean up.
CODY
That's awfully good of you.

EXT. STREET. DAWN
Jimmy and Cody walking back towards the motel as the sun rises behind them.
Cody begins to giggle.
JIMMY
What?
CODY
I must be outta' my mind.
JIMMY
Yep.
CODY
I don't even know you.
JIMMY
Believe me.  You know all there is to know.  I'm all surface.
CODY
When he started jerking off I was waiting for him to jump over the sofa with a chainsaw.
JIMMY
I'm not normally that stupid.
Cody laughs.
CODY
I am.
They walks a few steps in silence.
JIMMY
Do you think he was planning on killing us?
CODY
I thought we were goners.
JIMMY
We're still here though.
CODY
Probably took pity on the pair of us.  
EXT. MOTEL. DAY
Jimmy and Cody leaving the motel.
INT. PICK-UP. DAY
Cody puts the truck into gear and slowly drives away from the motel.
JIMMY
Sorry.
CODY
What for?
JIMMY
Last night.  You must think I'm a right prick.
Cody laughs.
CODY
Well...
An awkward silence as Cody and Jimmy both compose sentences in their heads but change their minds about sharing them.  Eventually Cody speaks...
CODY
You serious?  About dying?
Jimmy turns to face her.
JIMMY
Deadly.
CODY
Wow.
JIMMY
It's the one thing in life I can do.  I've planned it for years.  I know exactly how I want it.
CODY
Not really that difficult is it?  We all do it.
JIMMY
But I want to do it in style.
CODY
(SARCASTIC)
Cool.
Jimmy gets embarrassed for a moment as he thinks of how to defend himself.
JIMMY
Listen.  It is cool.  The Joshua Tree Inn.  Gallons of Tequila, dozens of sleeping pills.  Dramatic but painless.  They'll find me in a rocking chair with a stetson over my face.
CODY
A coward's death?
Jimmy didn't expect that...
CODY
And your family?  Mother?  Girlfriend?  Friends?
JIMMY
Got none.  Just two brothers.  And I hate them.
CODY
So why the big show?
JIMMY
It's all about me. 
CODY
And what about me?
JIMMY
What about you?
CODY
Am I gonna be involved in this?  You expect me to be there?
JIMMY
I suppose that's up to you.
INT. STORE. DAY
Jimmy places two bottles of tequila into a basket.  Cody carries another basket.
CODY
Two bottles?
JIMMY
Yeah.
CODY
You're gonna' drink yourself to death on two bottles of tequila?  
JIMMY
(Embarrassed)
Yeah.
CODY
You haven't thought this through properly have you?
Cody puts a few more bottles in.
JIMMY
How hard can it be?  Drink a bottle.  Handful of pills.  Drink another  bottle.  More pills.  Bye bye Jimmy Breeze.
Cody walks away from Jimmy.  Jimmy shuffles through the shop picking up items, reading the labels and putting them down again.
Cody appears behind him.  She places a hand on his shoulder.
CODY
You know what we should do?
JIMMY
What?
CODY
Hold the place up.
Jimmy laughs.
CODY
It'll be fun.
JIMMY
You're serious?
CODY
(Whispering)
Come on.  It'll be fun, fun, fun.
JIMMY
No way.  No, no, no.
CODY
Let's do something exciting.  Like Bonnie and Clyde.
JIMMY
You ever seen Bonnie and Clyde?
Cody punches Jimmy's shoulder.
CODY
Come on.
JIMMY
I don't want excitement.  I don't want to get shot and I don't want to go to jail.  I just want to keep things simple.
Cody loads the basket with absolutely anything she can get her hands on.  Tinned soup, washing powder, magazines, it all goes in. 
Cody runs towards the exit.
Jimmy freezes for a second.  He runs towards the checkout.  He reaches into his pocket and throws a couple of hundred dollars onto the counter.
JIMMY
Keep the change!
EXT. STORE. DAY
Cody laughing as a red-faced and flustered Jimmy emerges from the store.
CODY
You're too cute to die.
JIMMY
What are you trying to do to me?
CODY
Come on.  Live a little.
INT. PICK-UP.DAY
Jimmy begins to see the funny side of the store incident.  He doesn't laugh, but a smile grows on his face as he looks through the pile of goods Cody took from the store.
He picks up a couple of toothbrushes.
CODY
What?  I need to brush.
He looks through the basket.  He picks up three bars of soap.
CODY
I don't have a change of clothes.  I need to wash.
JIMMY
You could wear mine.
CODY
Your rags?  No way.
Cody reaches out and grabs Jimmy's T-Shirt.  She pulls him towards her.
Jimmy looks into Cody's eyes.  She returns the gaze.  They hold it for a moment.
Cody gently fingers his T-Shirt.
A HORN sounds behind them.  
Cody loosens her grip.  Jimmy looks around.
Cody gives a finger to the DRIVER behind.
CODY
Asshole.
Cody slams the car into gear before wheel-spinning out onto the main road.
EXT. STORE. DAY
Jimmy leans into the open window of the pick-up.
Cody has her hands firmly gripped on the steering wheel.
CODY
No.  No way.  No fucking way.
JIMMY
Why not?  What's your problem?
CODY
I am not coming in there and watching you make a total ass out of yourself.
JIMMY
I'm only buying a hat.
CODY
Well only buy a hat by yourself.
JIMMY
But I need your advice.  You can tell me how it looks.
CODY
Advice?  You want advice?  Buy a stetson and you're gonna' look like a fag.
Jimmy straightens up.
JIMMY
You think so?
CODY
You don't think dressing up as a cowboy is one of the gayest things a man can do?
JIMMY
Who gives a fuck?  I'm gonna' die anyway.
Jimmy storms off towards the store.  Cody looks hurt as she watches him.
Jimmy stops halfway.  He turns around and strides back towards the pick-up.  He leans in through the window.
JIMMY
Are stetsons expensive?
EXT.STORE.DAY
Jimmy strides out of the store in a huge stetson; he does his best John Wayne impression as he reaches the pick-up.
INT.PICK-UP.day
Cody has her feet up on the dashboard as she sits back; eyes closed, listening to Gram Parsons.
Jimmy's face appears in the passenger window.
JIMMY
Howdy ma'am.
Cody slowly opens her eyes.  She stares at Jimmy for a moment.
CODY
Well.  Don't you look...
JIMMY
Like a fag?
CODY
Almost kinda' cool.
JIMMY
Almost kinda' cool?  That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.  Jimmy Breeze - Almost Kinda Cool.
Cody sits up.
CODY
Actually - it looks surprisingly good.
JIMMY
Really?
CODY
Really.
JIMMY
Thanks.
CODY
Just one thing.
JIMMY
Yeah?
CoDY
Take it off before you get in.  People will think I'm a fag hag.
Jimmy takes off the stetson and jumps into the pick-up.
JIMMY
Let's ride!
INT.PICK-UP.DAY
Cody driving.  Jimmy with his stetson tilted over his face as he studies a map on his knee.
CODY
Put that thing away.  I know where the fuck I'm going.
JIMMY
Just looking.
CODY
Well it's bugging the shit outta me.  Put it away.
Jimmy folds the map up.
JIMMY
If it means that much.
CODY
I didn't say it was a big deal.
Jimmy winds down his window and hangs the map out.
It blows from his grip.
JIMMY
Gone.  Happy?
Cody looks in the rear view mirror.
CODY
Shit.
Jimmy turns around.
A POLICE CAR, lights flashing, is closing in on them.
Cody puts her foot down.
JIMMY
Don't be a dick.
Jimmy grabs the wheel.
Cody and Jimmy tussle.  The pick-up veers across the road until eventually Jimmy wins.
The pick-up comes to a halt at the side of the road.
The Police Car pulls up behind them.
CODY
We're fucked.
Jimmy and Cody watch in the wing mirror as the COP strolls slowly towards them.
COP
Would you folks please step out of the vehicle?
Cody and Jimmy exchange nervous glances before climbing out.
EXT.DESERT.DAY
The Cop looks out into the wide-open spaces.  He makes a grand sweeping gesture with his arm.
COP
Look at this.  Look at all this.  Beautiful country don't you think?  Don't you?
JIMMY
Yes sir.  Beautiful country.
COP
Y'know.  Sometimes I look at all this and it's just so...just so beautiful I want to cry.  Y'know why it makes me want to cry?
JIMMY
Because it's so beautiful?
COP
Because my Australian friend.  Because of people like you.  Thoughtless, ignorant, arrogant, know nothing city folks like you.  You drive through tossing your cigarette butts and pizza boxes wherever you like.  You thought nobody would see you.  Well son, I did see you.  I see everything.
JIMMY
Oh no.  You don't understand.
COP
No sir.  I'm afraid I don't.  I don't know what makes people like you tick.
JIMMY
It was a map.  I was trying to fold it when a gust of wind blew it.
The Cop removes his shades.  He holds the arm of the glasses to his mouth.
He takes an age before he finally speaks.
COP
Where was you headed?
CODY
Joshua Tree National Park Sir.
COP
Joshua Tree huh?  Been before?
JIMMY
No Sir.
COP
Reckon you'll have a good time.
The Cop puts his shades back on.
COP
Nice hat son.  Enjoy your vacation.
Jimmy and Cody watch as he strolls back to the car.  The Cop waves as he drives past.
CODY
Fuck that was close.

INT.PICK-UP.DAY
Cody starts the engine and drives away.  Jimmy notices sweat on her brow and soaking through her t-shirt.
JIMMY
What do you mean close?  We hadn't done anything.
CODY
You hadn't.
Jimmy watches as Cody wipes the sweat with the back of her hand.
CODY
I don't exactly own this vehicle.
JIMMY
So?
CODY
So.  It's not mine.  The person who owns it doesn't know I've got it.
JIMMY
Yeah...
CODY
It's that bitches.  She owes me so I'm just taking payment.
Jimmy is unsure how to react.  Inside he's panicing.  He tries to keep a veneer of cool...
JIMMY
I've been driving around the States in a stolen pick-up?  Cool.
Cody fiddles with the air-con as the sweat continues pouring from her.
CODY
Yeah.  Real cool.
INT.PICK-UP-DAY
Cody opens the door and throws up on the floor of a car park.
The sound of the retching wakes Jimmy.
JIMMY
Shit.  You ok?  What's happening?
Cody wipes her mouth and takes some deep breaths.
CODY
I'm fine.  Just tired.  It's just the stress and stuff.  I just need to rest.
JIMMY
Where are we?
CODY
Yucca Valley.  I thought we'd get a motel for the night and head to the Joshua Tree in the morning.
EXT.motel CAR-PARK.DAY
Jimmy carries his holdall towards the motel.  Cody leans against the pick-up.
JIMMY
You coming or what?
Cody winces as she raises an arm.  She takes a few deep breaths before slowly following Jimmy across the car-park.
INT.MOTEL.DAY
Jimmy holds the door for Cody.  She slumps in a chair in the reception.  Knackered and out of breath.
JIMMY
Single rooms?
Cody nods.
JIMMY
You sure you're ok?
CODY
Just tired.  I'll be partying later.
INT.MOTEL ROOM.DAY
Cody rummages in her pockets.  She brings out a container of assorted pills.
She takes a couple and washes them down with a glass of water.
She sits on the bed, kicks of her shoes and closes her eyes.
INT.MOTEL ROOM.DAY
Jimmy asleep on the bed.  His stetson covering his face.
INT.BAR.NIGHT
Jimmy and Cody enter a gloomy neon-lit bar.
A look of disappointment appears on Jimmy's face.
Cody notices...
CODY
Well?  What did you expect?
Jimmy looks around - reminded of home...
JIMMY
I don't know.  Romance.  Excitement. Barflies.  Cowboys.  People.
They sit on stools at the empty bar.
CODY
You and me kid.

JIMMY
Yeah.  You and me.
They wait for service...
JIMMY
What are you having?
CODY
Same as you.
JIMMY
Barman.  Two bourbons.  On the rocks.
Jimmy surveys the bar and watches the BARMAN as he pours the drinks.
Cody stares at Jimmy.
CODY
You really gonna' do it?
It takes Jimmy a moment before he realise what she is talking about...
JIMMY
Oh yeah.  Of course.
CODY
When do I get a reason?
JIMMY
A reason? Do I need a reason?
CODY
A reason to die?  I'd say so.
JIMMY
Well.  If you really want to know.
CODY
Yeah.  I would want to know.  Tell me.
JIMMY
Ok.  Ok.  I'm deeply unhappy with the hand fate has dealt me.
Cody smells bullshit...
Jimmy
So I'm cocking a snoop at  fate and giving destiny a kick in the bollocks.
CODY
You're doing what?
JIMMY
That's why.  That's why I'm doing it.
Cody downs her drink and signals for a couple more...
CODY
Well fucking good for you.  But think about it.
Jimmy sips his drink...
CODY
What if?  What if this is exactly what fate had in for you from the start?  And now, now you're just part of fate's big fucking masterplan.  What if it is has always been your destiny to come out here and die.  Hardly a big kick in the balls for fate is it?
Jimmy stares into his drink.
Cody's tone gets angrier...
CODY
Let's just say that God, the Gods, Allah, Vishnu, Zeus, whoever - whoever decided to give  you such a miserable life and an oh so fucking glamorous death.  Well how the fuck are you to know that you coming out here to die wasn't pre-determined?
JIMMY
Stop.  Stop.  You're making my head it.
CODY
But think about it.  By allowing you to think you're in control, you are being manipulated into going along with your destiny.
Jimmy signals to the barman for more drinks.
JIMMY
A bottle of this stuff please.
Jimmy finishes his drink and turns to face Cody.
JIMMY
Fine.  Let's say that I listen to you.  I change my mind.  Go back home.  How do I know that you aren't part of my destiny?  What if you were put here to keep me alive and ensure my continued miserable existence?
Cody doesn't answer.  She stares at Jimmy.  A look of anger on her face.
Cody signals to the barman.
CODY
A glass of water please.
She turns back to Jimmy.  Her tone has changed...
CODY
What about me?  What about my destiny?  What if...what if...and it's a fucking big if.  What if you were my ideal man.  My soul mate.  Whose destiny is stronger?
JIMMY
Nah.  Impossible.  If, and as you say, it is a fucking big if.  But if I were your ideal man, then that would involve my fate too.
Cody voice begins to strain with a mixture of anger and emotion...
CODY
What if my destiny is to fall in love and end up a broken hearted widow?  Maybe that's why I eloped with you.
Jimmy laughs.
JIMMY
Eloped?  We've eloped?  I thought eloping was for people in love.
Cody smiles.
CODY
Yeah.  So did I.
JIMMY
Well?  Are you?
CODY
Why?  Are you?
A very awkward pause as they both contemplate where the conversation is going...
JIMMY
I've never been in love.
CODY
Aaw.
JIMMY
I like it that way.  It allows me to wallow in self-pity.
CODY
So you're not interested in me then?
Jimmy pours himself another drink.
JIMMY
Well.  Maybe.  But not if I thought I had a chance.
CODY
And you think you've got a chance?
JIMMY
You picked me up.  You're still here.  So I'd say so.
CODY
So you'd want me if I wasn't here.  But because I am you don't?
Jimmy smiles.
JIMMY
Maybe.
CODY
What if I said you had no chance?
JIMMY
I'd be happy.  Happy that I'd have another reason to be miserable.
Cody shakes her head.
CODY
Man.  You are so complicated!
JIMMY
Thanks.  That's probably one of the nicest things anyone has said to me.  Almost kinda' cool and complicated.  And Debbie Cappock telling me I was hung like a donkey.
CODY
You are impossible.
JIMMY
I'm not.  Donkey like.  More like a pigeon.  But it was her first time...
CODY
Spare the details please!
JIMMY
I don't mind though.  The pigeon thing.  Gives me another reason to be...
CODY
Miserable?  Look.  I'm kinda' confused by this whole thing.  Can we get this straight?
Cody looks around the bar.
CODY
I'm sitting in a bar with some guy from England.  Discussing fate with a man who wants to die in the same bed as Gram Parsons.  This guy also claims to be hung like a pigeon and happy about it. Man.  Fate has just been too cruel to me.
INT.BAR.NIGHT
Much later.  Jimmy and Cody still perched precariously on bar stools.  Jimmy has almost finished the bottle.  Cody still sips her glass of water.
Jimmy sways and almost falls off the stool.
JIMMY
Can I sing for you?
CODY
That's probably not a good idea.
JIMMY
Please.  It'd mean a lot to me.  I've never sung in public before.
Cody looks around the bar.  It's totally empty.
Jimmy pours the remnants of the bottle into his glass - which he then pours down his neck.
JIMMY
You won't be surprised.  This song is by Gram Parsons.
Jimmy coughs.
He begins to sing.  Although hardly tuneful, his whisper of a voice doesn't sound too bad.
JIMMY
It was a thousand-dollar wedding, supposed to be held the other day, and with all the invitations sent, the young bride went away.  When the groom saw people passing notes, not unusual he might say.  But where's the flowers for my baby?  I'd even like to see her mean ol' mama'.  And why ain't there a funeral if you're gonna act that way?
I hate to tell you how he acted when the news arrived.  He took some friends out drinking and it's lucky they survived.  Well he told them everything there was to tell there along the way.
Cody wipes away a tear - unseen by Jimmy.
JIMMY
(cont)
And he felt so bad when he saw the traces of old lies still on their faces.  So why don't someone hear just spike his drink?  Why don't you do him in some old way?  Supposed to be a funeral, it's been a bad, bad day.  The Reverend Doctor William Grace was talking to the crowd.  All about the sweet child's holy face and the saints who sung out loud.  And he swore the fiercest beasts could all be put to sleep the same silly way.  And where are the flowers for the girl?  She only knew she loved the world.  And why ain't there one lonely horn and one sad note to play.  Supposed to be a funeral, it's been a bad, bad day.  Oh, supposed to be a funeral, it's been a bad, bad day.
Jimmy picks up his empty glass and tries to get a drink from it.
CODY
Wow.
JIMMY
Don't laugh.  Just don't laugh.
CODY
Laugh?  Why would I laugh?  That was...beautiful.
Jimmy looks at her...
JIMMY
Really?
CODY
Really.
JIMMY
Thanks.
CODY
It was like that was coming from your soul.
JIMMY
Yeah.  That's empathy.  Empathising with other people.  Empathy, empathy, empathise.  Did you know you can cleanse your soul by feeling the pain of others?  Empathy, just like sympathy but without the symp.  Symp.  Pimp.  See the connection?  Sympathy, simpering, whimpering.  Symp, pimp, wimp, limp.  Empathy.  Em.  Em.  Em.  That's me backwards.  That's where empathy comes from.  Did you know that?  Do you empathise with me?  Do you?
Jimmy's eyes close.  He opens them again.
JIMMY
Do you?
They close again.
INT.MOTEL ROOM.DAY
Jimmy asleep.  Naked.  In the arms of Cody.  Jimmy's eyes slowly open.
JIMMY
Oh God.
CODY
Good morning.
Jimmy looks up at Cody.
JIMMY
Oh God.
CODY
How are we this morning?
Jimmy looks around the room.
JIMMY
What happened?  We didn't?  Did we?
Cody smiles and strokes his hair.
CODY
You don't remember?
JIMMY
Er, no.  Not really.
CODY
You were so cute.
JIMMY
Cute?
CODY
Especially when you were singing.
JIMMY
Singing?
CODY
You really don't remember?
Jimmy sits up.
JIMMY
You taking the piss?
CODY
You sang to me.  At the bar.  You were out of your head.  
JIMMY
Oh...
CODY
Then we got back here.  I tried to put you to bed...You said you needed a cuddle.
JIMMY
And did you?
CODY
Well...I kinda' needed a hug too.
Jimmy looks around the room.  Embarrassed.  His eyes rest on a bottle of tablets on the bedside cabinet.
JIMMY
Sleeping tablets?
CODY
No.
JIMMY
What are they?
CODY
You don't ask a woman questions like that.
Jimmy gets more embarrassed...
JIMMY
You seen my boxer shorts?
Cody points at the door handle.
JIMMY
Close your eyes.
CODY
Why?
JIMMY
Some things are personal.
Cody closes her eyes.
CODY
And some things are best kept that way.
Jimmy dashes across the room and pulls on his boxer shorts.
CODY
I hope you're gonna' be wearing clean underwear on the last day of your life.
EXT.DESERT.DAY
The pick-up speeding along the empty road.
EXT.JOSHUA TREE PARK. DAY
The pick-up pulls up at the side of the road.
INT.PICK-UP-DAY
Jimmy stares out of the window.
CODY
Well.  You're here.  You getting out?
JIMMY
I can't.
CODY
Come on.
JIMMY
No.  I can't.
CODY
This is it.  This is what it was all about.  You're here.
JIMMY
I can't.  What if it's not what I thought?  What if it's just another disappointment?
CODY
Well that's another reason to kill yourself isn't it?  You can't lose.  If it's what you hope then you die happy.  If not then you got another reason to die.
JIMMY
Death's nothing to be laughed at.
Jimmy climbs out of the car.  He ambles away, but turns back after a couple of steps.
JIMMY
Just out of interest.  Any wolves out here?
Cody laughs.
CODY
No.  No wolves.
Cody's expression becomes more serious.
CODY
No wolves.  But plenty of coyotes.  You should watch for the coyotes.
Jimmy looks around nervously.
JIMMY
And snakes? What about snakes?
CODY
Oh year.  Crawling with rattlers.  Oh and the yella' bellied sand creeper.  You heard of them?
JIMMY
No...
CODY
Not many have. But one drop of poison and you'll shrivel like a prune.
Jimmy's eyes scan the ground.
CODY
Come on then.  I'll show you the way.
Ext.jOSHUA TREE PARK. day
Cody in front.  Jimmy follows nervously behind.
CODY
It's around here somewhere.  If you hadn't thrown that map away...
Jimmy is too hot to argue.  He trudges sweatily along.
Cody stops.  She points to a rock a few hundred yards away.
CODY
There you go.  Faith.  You gotta' have faith.
Jimmy looks ahead.
JIMMY
You coming with me?
CODY
I don't think so.  This is your time.
JIMMY
You sure.  I don't mind sharing.
CODY
No.  You go.  I'll stay here.  I'll be fine.
Jimmy walks towards the rock.  He casts nervous glances back towards Cody.
Once at the rock Jimmy kneels down to read graffiti tributes to Gram Parsons that have been scribed or carved over the years.
Jimmy pulls out a marker pen.
As the pen touches the rock a LIZARD scurries from underneath the rock and over Jimmy's feet.
Jimmy leaps up and sprints back towards Cody.
JIMMY
Jesus Christ!  A fucking big lizard!
Cody doesn't hear him; she just watches as he comes running towards her.
CODY
What?  What is it?  What happened?
JIMMY
A fucking big lizard.  It came right at me.
Cody laughs.
CODY
Cowboys aren't supposed to be scared of lizards.
JIMMY
I'm just wearing the hat.
Cody puts her arm around Jimmy.
CODY
You're shaking.  You're really scared.
JIMMY
I nearly shat myself.  You didn't see it.  It was huge; it had a big tongue and everything.
CODY
Bet he was more scared that you.
JIMMY
No way.  He was after my blood.  I could see it in his eyes.
Cody laughs as Jimmy's eyes nervously scan the floor.
Cody hugs Jimmy again.
CODY
Now, now.  The nasty lizard has gone away.  You'll be ok.  What does the cowboy want to do now?
Jimmy shrugs Cody's arm off.
JIMMY
Don't take the piss.  Lizards are one piece of DNA away from dinosaurs.
CODY
Does the cowboy want to stay here with the big scary lizards?  Or does he want to go for a nice quiet beer?
INT.BAR.DAY
As Cody and Jimmy enter the bar heads turn.
Cody is more aware of the attention than Jimmy.  She takes a seat while Jimmy orders a couple of beers.
Cody sits with her head down.  Jimmy picks up the beers and takes the over to Cody.
Jimmy sits down and begins speaking.  Cody doesn't listen.  She's too busy lip-reading MAC and EARL; a couple of giant, sweaty, hairy men sitting behind Jimmy...
CODY
Take it off.
JIMMY
What?
CODY
The hat.  Take it off.
Jimmy realises Cody is looking over his shoulder.  He turns around to see what she's looking at...
JIMMY
Anyway, as I was saying  What happened was Gram had always said he wanted to be cremated in the desert.  So when he died, his manager, mate or whatever, stole his body from the airport and did it.
CODY
Yeah.
JIMMY
Great story.
CODY
Yeah.  Take it off.
JIMMY
Why?
Earl places a huge tattooed hand on Jimmy's shoulder.  Jimmy stares at the hand.  He looks up at Earl.
Earl looks back at Mac before speaking.
EARL
You ain't from round here are you boy?
Earl and Mac burst into exaggerated laughter.
Earl grabs Jimmy's stetson and puts it on.
Earl
Hey Mac.  I'm a cowboy!  A big butch cowboy!
The fake laughter continues...
Earl bends down and whispers in Jimmy's ear...
EARL
Do I look butch?
Jimmy shrugs his shoulders.
EARL
You a big butch cowboy then?  You as tough as you look?
JIMMY
Listen mate.
EARL
Listen mate?  What kind of a faggy voice is that?  Are you Australian?
JIMMY
No.  British.
CODY
Do you know who you're speaking to?
EARL
A fag?
CODY
Not just any fag.  You're talking to Jimmy Breeze.  Yeah. The Jimmy Breeze.
Earl shrugs and looks to Mac for a sign...
CodY
You've never heard of Jimmy Breeze?
Earl shrugs again.
CODY
Wow.  You do surprise me.  I thought you guys would know about music.  Jimmy broken-hearted Breeze is a superstar in the UK.  He's over here looking for venues for his tour.
Earl's intrigued...
EARL
What kind of stuff does he do?
CODY
Oh y'know.  The classics.  Haggard, Nelson, Cash.  His own stuff too.
Cody begins to believe her story...
CODY
I just can't believe you guys have never heard of him.  Our PR guys need to get their shit sorted out.
EARL
Hey Mac.  You ever hear of a guy by the name Jimmy Breeze?  Jimmy broken-hearted Breeze?
Mac shrugs.
EARL
Well is he gonna' give us a song then?
CODY
I'm sure he'd live to.  Thing is he needs to rest his voice.  Doctor's orders.
EARL
Just one song.  It won't kill him.
CODY
Well...
JIMMY
I'll need my guitar.  Cody be a honey.  Get my guitar.
Cody looks puzzled for a second - she switches on...
CODY
Yeah.  Sure thing.
Cody hurries towards the door.
EARL
Do A Boy Named Sue.
JIMMY
You're the boss Earl.  
EARL
How many records have you sold then?
JIMMY
I don't count.  Hundreds of thousands probably.  Enough.
EARL
So you can buy me and Mac a drink then.
JIMMY
Sure.  I never carry cash though.  Wait till Cody gets back.
Jimmy stands up.
JIMMY
Will you excuse me?  I get terrible stage fright.  Always have done.  Shit like a cow before I sing.  
Jimmy edges away from the table.
Before Earl can move Jimmy is sprinting out of the door.
EXT.BAR.DAY
Cody is waiting in the pick-up - engine running.  Jimmy jumps in.  Cody puts her foot down...
INT.PICK-UP.DAY
Jimmy out of breath as the pick-up screeches out of the car park.
Eventually Jimmy gets his breath back...
JIMMY
I could have had them.
Cody throws her head back and laughs.

EXT.JOSHUA TREE MOTEL.DAY 
The pick-up pulls up outside the motel.
INT.PICK-UP.DAY
Jimmy leans forward and looks at the sign. His eyes widen...
JIMMY
This is it.  This is it.  For the first time in my life, I'm in control.  I'm gonna' be the one making the decisions.
INT.MOTEL RECEPTION. DAY
A smiling MOTEL GUY behind the reception desk.  Cody stands back and watches as Jimmy deals with him.
MOTEL GUY
You dropped lucky son.  A Japanese honeymoon couple cancelled room seven last night.
JIMMY
Room seven?  Really?  Wow.  That's fantastic.  I don't know what to say.  Thank you.
Jimmy looks across at Cody.
JIMMY
We're actually needing two rooms.  You have another?
MOTEL GUY
Sorry son.  Just the one.
Jimmy looks across at Cody again.  She smiles.
JIMMY
Room seven will be fine.
INT.MOTEL ROOM. NIGHT
Jimmy on the bed swigging from a bottle of tequila.  Cody watches him.
CODY
You even been to Mexico?
JIMMY
No.
CODY
Shame.
JIMMY
You ever been to Lladudno?
CODY
No.
JIMMY
Shame.  You should.  You'd love it.  It's our Las Vegas.
CODY
Get to fuck.  It's a town in North Wales.  Main attraction is the Great Orme.  You think I'm stupid?
JIMMY
No, no.  I was just joking.
CODY
Well don't.  Ok?  I know all about the UK.  I've always wanted to go.
Jimmy offers Cody the bottle.  She takes a swig.
CODY
Ever since I was six.  I'll never do it now.
JIMMY
Well I'll never get to Mexico.

Cody takes another swig.
JIMMY
Y'know what I'd really like?
Cody stares at the Tequila.

JIMMY
What I'd really like.  The way I'd like to spend my last hours on this planet is sitting beneath the stars.
CODY
Are you nuts?
JiMMY
Don't you think it'd be a cool way to go out?  Me, you and the stars.
CODY
We'd be fucking freezing.
JIMMY
It's what I want.
CODY
Well - if it's what you want.
EXT.DESERT.NIGHT
Jimmy leaning on the pick-up.  Cody inside, the window open and Gram Parsons singing quietly in the background.
Jimmy puts the bottle of tequila to his mouth and takes a long swig...
JIMMY
Sounds like bullshit I know.  But I feel him with me.  Like he walks with me.  I like other bands - but they mean fuck all.  The first time I heard Gram, that's the only time I've fallen in love.
Jimmy pauses; he takes another swig from the bottle.  He looks up at the stars before banging on the pick-up window.
JIMMY
Are you listening to me?
Cody winds down the window.
JIMMY
I bought an LP.  Grievous Angel; it cost me fifty pence second hand.  I'd heard of him, knew about The Byrds and stuff.  I took it home and played and the thing was warped to fuck.  The only track that played without jumping was Brass Buttons.
Jimmy takes a long swig - he stares at his shoes.
JIMMY
I was spellbound.  Amazed.  That line: "The sun comes up without her, it just doesn't know she's gone".  I listened to it over and over.  My girlfriend laughed at me.  Said I was pathetic.  From a girl who claimed a Whitney Houston song as "our song". She didn't have a clue.  Not a fucking clue.  You get it don't you?
Jimmy slides down the side of the pick-up and onto the ground.
Cody opens the door and leans against the pick-up.
CODY
Yeah.  I get it.  I think.
JIMMY
Do you think what I'm doing is wrong?
CODY
What do you mean by wrong?
The tequila has had an obvious effect on Jimmy.
JIMMY
Don't start messing with my head.  Do you think it's wrong or nor?
CODY
It's not my choice.
JIMMY
It's not like I'm hurting anybody.
CODY
Aren't you?
JIMMY
Not that I know off.
CODY
Well, if you really want to go through with this.
Jimmy looks up at the stars.  Cody stars at her feet.
Jimmy passes the bottle to Cody.  She refuses with a shake of he head.
The sit in silence for a moment.
JIMMY
What a fucking big place this is.
CODY
The desert?
JIMMY
The desert.  The world.  Space.  It's huge.
CODY
Oh yea.
Jimmy takes yet another swig before staring up at the stars.
JIMMY
Have you ever been able to see any of those things in the sky?  Y'know, the plough, the shed, octopus, those things.
CODY
I've never looked.
JIMMY
I can see a stoat.
CODY
A stoat?
JIMMY
Yeah.  Look up there.
Cody looks as Jimmy points to the sky.
CODY
No.  Can't see a thing.
JIMMY
Look closer.
CODY
I can't see it.
JIMMY
What about the tortoise?  You must be able to see the tortoise.
CODY
A tortoise?
JIMMY
Yeah.  See it?  There's the shell.  And there's the head popping out.
CODY
Maybe it's just me.
Jimmy closes his eyes.
CODY
So what do you think is up there?
JIMMY
In space or heaven?
CODY
Space, heaven, whatever.
JIMMY
The usual stuff.  Planets, satellites, astronauts and angels.  God.
CODY
God?  You believe in God.
JIMMY
I suppose I do.  Why?
cody
I just didn't think you were that kind of guy.
JIMMY
Maybe you should try believing.
CODY
What's the point?
Jimmy takes another swig before adopting an overly serious pose.  He staggers as he looks up to the sky.
JIMMY
I hope you know a lot more than you're believing, just so the sun won't hurt you when you cry.
EXT.HIGHWAY.NIGHT
The lights from the pick-up winding along the road.

EXT.MOTEL.NIGHT
The pick-up pulls up in the car park.
INT/EXT.PICK-UP.NIGHT
Jimmy puts on his stetson.  He climbs from the pick-up and checks his reflection in the mirror.
INT.MOTEL ROOM. NIGHT
Jimmy drunk and slurring his words.  By the expression on her face it's obvious Cody is getting annoyed.
Jimmy
What's wrong with you now?  You can go if you want.
Cody just looks away.
JIMMY
Are you still going to watch me die.
CODY
What do you want me to say?
JIMMY
Whatever you think.  Just tell me.
CODY
It's not my decision is it?  I hardly know you.
JIMMY
Are you gonna' be there when I die?
Cody paces the room furiously...
CODY
What if I say no?  What if I sat no, I don't want you to die?  What if I say I don't want you to die because...
JIMMY
Fine.  No problem.  You have your thoughts, I have mine.
Cody stands up.
She walks to the bed and stares down at Jimmy.
CODY
Y'know what?  I am so pissed at you.  So fucking pissed.  When you walked into the diner I thought you were just some cool guy.  I thought all that suicide stuff was to impress me. Being all existentialist and shit. 
Cody turns away from him.
CODY
I never thought you were genuinely fucked up.
She looks down at Jimmy.
CODY
But you're fucked up bad.  The last thing this world needs is another self-absorbed, self-pitying, whining fuck.  So do it.  Go on.  Do it.  Just don't expect me to be there for you moment of glory.  I'm not gonna'a be the one who gives you what you want.
JIMMY
You brought me out here.  I never asked you for anything.  I didn't ask you to come.
Cody grabs her bag and pulls out a box of tablets.  She throws the box at Jimmy.
CODY
Go on.  Go on.  Just do it.  Stop talking about it and just do it.
Cody fights back tears.  The room shakes as she slams the door behind her.
JIMMY
Fuck you.  I'm doing it.  I'm doing it.
Jimmy staggers from the bed; he bends down to pick up the box of tablets.  He clumsily pulls tablets from the box.  Jimmy sits on the bed staring at the tablets.
He takes a handful and washes them down with a swig of tequila.
INT.PICK-UP.NIGHT
Cody with her head on the steering wheel.  Eventually she lifts her head; her eyes are red with tears.  She reaches into her bag and pulls out a bottle of tablets.  Cody opens the bottle and gulps a couple down.
Cody checks her face in the rear view mirror, rubs her eyes and starts up the engine.
CODY
Self-pitying little arsehole.  Who the fuck does he think he is?
INT.MOTEL ROOM. NIGHT
Jimmy on his back; eyes closed mumbling to himself.
INT.PICK-UP.DAY
Cody with her foot flat down; she grips the steering wheel tightly with both hands.
INT. MOTEL ROOM. NIGHT
Jimmy's grip on the tequila loosens; the bottle bounces on the floor.
INT. PICK-UP.NIGHT
Cody brings the pick-up to a halt at the side of the road.  She clambers out; Cody leans against the door.  Cody kneels down and throws up against the side of the pick-up.
INT.MOTEL ROOM.NIGHT
Jimmy out for the count on the bed.
INT.PICK-UP.NIGHT
Cody has cleaned herself up, she leans back in the seat for a moment.
She reaches for the radio; she flicks through numerous stations before giving up.  She pushes a cassette into the player.
Brass Buttons plays.
Cody listens for a minute.  A half smile appears on her face.
CODY
A fucking big lizard.
Cody starts up the engine.
INT.MOTEL ROOM. NIGHT
Jimmy sprawled across the bed.
Headlights suddenly illuminate the room.  The sound of a car door slamming outside.
Footsteps.
The door opens.
CODY'S POV:
Empty tequila bottles on the floor.
Jimmy sprawled across the bed.
The packaging from the tablets on the floor.
CODY
Shit.
Cody runs to the bed.  She grabs Jimmy and tries to shake him.
CoDY
Wake up.  Jimmy!  Wake up!
No reaction.
She shakes him harder.
Still no reaction.
Cody looks around the room for some idea of what to do.
She picks up a tablet packet from the floor.
A smile appears on Cody's face.
Jimmy's face twitches.
Cody pours water over him.
Jimmy's eyes open.  He frowns and squints as he tries to open his eyes.
CODY
Wake up.  Jimmy, wake up.
Cody picks up the Stetson from the side of the bed and puts it on.
JIMMY'S POV:
A blurred figure in a Stetson.
JIMMY
Who is it?
CODY
Me?
JIMMY
Who?
CODY
Cody.
JIMMY
Where am I?
CODY
We're on our way to Mexico.
JIMMY
I don't want to go to Mexico.
Cody pours more water onto his face.
JIMMY
I'm dying.  I'll never make it.
CODY
You're not dying.  But you won't be having any babies for a while.
Jimmy closes his eyes.  Cody pours more water over him.
Jimmy's eyes open.
Cody
You ODed on contraceptive pills.
Jimmy closes his eyes for a moment.
He opens them and smiles.
JIMMY
Birth control.  Death control.  It's all the same.
CODY
Well?  Are you coming to Mexico?
JIMMY
Are you coming to Llandudno?
CodY
Let's see if we make it to Mexico first.
Cody gathers Jimmy's stuff together.
Jimmy tries to stand up.
He falls to the floor giggling.
CODY
Come on.  Stand up.
Jimmy struggles to his feet.
JIMMY
I'm fine.  I'm fine.
CODY
If we're quick we could get there for sunrise.
JIMMY
I can't drive.  I'm not driving.
CODY
No.  I'm driving.
Jimmy loses his balance again.
Cody catches him.  Jimmy smiles then leans into Cody and nuzzles her neck.
Cody hugs him gently before leading him to the door.
EXT.HIGHWAY.NIGHT
The lights from the pick-up on the highway.
INT.PICK-UP.NIGHT
Cody and Jimmy are both exhausted.
CODY
I'm all done.  There's a diner along here.  We'll grab a coffee.
Jimmy is too tired to answer.
INT. DINER.NIGHT
The place is deserted.  Cody and Jimmy take a window seat.
CODY
Get me a coffee.  I need to pee.
Cody walks across the diner to the ladies. Jimmy sits staring out to the darkness.  Jimmy stands up and walks over to the Gents.
Outside the Gents he sees Cody on the pay phone with her back to him.
Jimmy hesitates.
CODY
Mum.  Yeah it's Cody.  No, no I'm fine.  Never mind where I am.  You never cared before.  Anyway, I'm happy now.  That's all I wanted to say.
Cody turns around to see Jimmy heading back to the table.
Cody pauses before following him.
CODY
You ordered the coffees yet?
JIMMY
No, no.  I need to go to the gents first.
INT.TOILET NIGHT
Jimmy stares at the wall as he pees.
He washes his hands and stares into the mirror for an age.
INT.DINER.NIGHT
Cody sipping a coffee as Jimmy returns to the table.
Cody
I got you a pastry too.  Thought you'd be hungry.
Jimmy smiles.  He sips his coffee.
JIMMY
Y'know that story I told you about  Gram Parsons?  Being cremated in the cemetery.
Cody takes a tiny bite from her pastry.
CODY
Yeah.
JIMMY
Would you have done that for me?
CODY
If you had asked me.
JIMMY
Oh...
CODY
Would you do it for me?
JIMMY
If it's what you wanted.
Cody takes a sip of coffee and smiles.
INT.PICK-UP.NIGHT
Jimmy asleep with his head resting on the window.  Cody pulls the pick-up to the side of the road.
Jimmy wakes up.
JIMMY
Where are we?  Why have we stopped?
CODY
I'm tired.  I can't go on.
JIMMY
I'm not driving.
CODY
That's fine.  We'll stay here.
JIMMY
Are you ok?
Cody smiles.
CODY
Jimmy.  Do something for me.
JIMMY
Sure.
CODY
Hold me.
Jimmy puts his arm around Cody.
CODY
Y'know I said I wouldn't see Llandudno?  Well I don't think I'll even make Mexico.
Cody closes her eyes.  Jimmy pulls her closer to him.
Jimmy stares out into the darkness of the desert as Cody falls asleep.
Jimmy pushes a cassette into the  player; he rewinds it until Brass Buttons plays.
CODY
Will you?
Jimmy looks down at her as he gently hugs her.
JIMMY
Of course.
Jimmy falls asleep with Cody in his arms.
INT.PICK-UP. DAWN
Jimmy wakes as the sun rises.
He gently shakes Cody.
No response.
He whispers in her ear.
Jimmy moves his arm; Cody slumps back in her seat.
Jimmy stares at her for a moment.
He watches the sun rise in front of him.
He looks at Cody again.  He leans over and gently kisses her cheek.
EXT. DESERT. DAY
Jimmy climbs into the pick-up.
He walks around it twice. He stops at the driver's side and looks at Cody.
Jimmy jumps into the back of the pick-up.  He rummages through the rubbish that has been collected there.
He finds a cannister of petrol.
Jimmy opens the passenger door and douses the car with petrol.
Jimmy leans into the car, he opens the glove compartment and pulls out a cigarette lighter.
He closes the door and leans against it.  He looks down at his finger poised on the lighter.
He stares at his finger as it twitches.
Jimmy closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and holds it.
He opens his eyes before turning around and opening the passenger door again.
Jimmy sits in the seat, grabs his Stetson from the dashboard and puts it on.
He sits for a moment.
Jimmy leaps from the pick-up.
He throws off the Stetson, unscrews the petrol cap from the pick and stuffs the Stetson into the hole.  He pours petrol over the Stetson and takes a few steps back.
Jimmy walks back to the pick-up; he holds the lighter under the lighter underneath the Stetson.
He flicks it.
The flame leaps up.
The Stetson catches light.
Jimmy watches it burn for a second before turning and running towards the sun.
FREEZE FRAME as the pick-up bursts into flames behind Jimmy running into the desert.
FADE OUT
The end