Ext. Car lot, ‘Gus’ Autos’, The sun beats down on a selection of used, American cars. The setting is the early 2000s but the majority of the models are from the late 80s and early 90s, all are rusted and in various states of disrepair, as is the lot itself, with grass growing through cracks in the paving. The sign is missing many of the bulbs that originally lit its perimeter.

A man, GUS, stands in the middle of the lot, staring straight ahead at the road which runs along the front of the forecourt, following with his eyes a brand new white Chevrolet which is pulling out. He is dressed in a style typical of states such as Texas, including a Stetson. After pausing for a while, he slowly shakes his head and moves away.

Int. White Chevrolet, a heavily made-up woman who has modelled herself on an imagined Dolly Parton, CHERYL, smokes a cigarette whilst driving and checking her make up in the rear view mirror. 2 young children, a boy and a girl are in the back seat.

CHERYL [dragging on her cigarette]: Y’all alright back there?

BOY: I want to see Daddy.

GIRL: Where’re we going ma?

CHERYL: You’re da’s going to have to make a lot more money before he sees you again sweety. We’re going to stay with your nice uncle Bill. You remember Uncle Bill don’t you? Used to be in business with your da. Well, we’re going to stay there until your daddy makes enough money to get me out of his life.

Int. Gus’ Autos. Gus sits down at his desk and removes his Stetson. A cleaner, TONY, can be seen moving around the background buffering the floor. GUS pulls a tupperware box out of his top draw and opens it. Inside is a ham sandwich on stale, white bread. He stares contemplatively into the box before grabbing the sandwich and a walkman on his desk and standing up.

GUS [shouting behind him as he puts in the earphones]: Going for a break Tony…

TONY, oblivious, continues to buffer the floor.

Int. the toilets. The doors to the three stalls are closed. TONY enters with the floor bufferer and pushes on the first toilet door which cracks open as the lock snaps.

TONY: Jesus Gus, you scare…. [tailing off]

GUS is stood with his trousers around his ankles, masturbating and eating his sandwich, whilst listening to music through the headphones.

GUS: …

TONY: Not again Gus.

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