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Story Notes:
This was written for some writing fellowship programs, hence the script format. Thought I'd share it with the world since I doubt I'll make it into any of the programs (they only choose, like, eight people). I used some lines from some of my past fics (what those script readers don't know what hurt them *wink*), so if you recognize something and can't place it - don't worry, I've only plagiarized myself.

I've broken it up into more easy-to-manage pieces.

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FADE IN:

EXT. CITY STREET - MORNING - DAY 1

A bus pulls up to the corner. DWIGHT steps off the bus,
staring at a piece of paper in his hand. He looks at the
camera and scowls.

DWIGHT
I woke up this morning and my car
was missing.

Dwight holds up the piece of paper and the camera zooms in
on it. It is a set of directions.

DWIGHT (CONT'D)
And this piece of paper was in the
driveway.

Dwight reads the piece of paper again then looks around the
street. He is looking for something, obviously confused.

DWIGHT (CONT'D)
All it says is "look up." What is
that supposed to mean? I don't -

He stops speaking, gobsmacked. The camera turns to see what
Dwight is looking at.



EXT. CAR DEALERSHIP - CONTINUOUS - D1

Dwight's prized TRANSAM is suspended above the dealership on
a high display platform.



EXT. CITY STREET - CONTINUOUS - D1

Dwight is silent for a moment, then becomes obviously
enraged. He violently crumples up the paper in his hand.

DWIGHT
Damn it, Jim!

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