Not Ours to Command

Not Ours To Command

By Freeman Gudbrand

EXT. DUSTY HIGHWAY – NIGHT

A black American muscle car drives along the road at a ridiculously fast speed.

There is nothing around but Cacti and dust.

INT. AMERICAN MUSCLE CAR – CONTINUOUS

XANDER (mid 20’s, American) sits in the driver’s seat, whilst YORKSHIRE (mid 20’s, English) sits in the passenger seat.

XANDER

We totally cooked those fools, Yorkie.

YORKSHIRE
Wat ho, that was a real lark my good friend.

XANDER
Um, yeah.

XANDER looks at Yorkshire as though he is insane and then turns left off the highway into the desert that surrounds.

YORKSHIRE
I say, what is my good friend Xander doing?
XANDER
(calm)

I know what you did to my girl, it’s all over now Yorkie.

YORKSHIRE
(In an urgent manner)
What? What is this nonsense Xander? I haven’t even met your girl.

XANDER
A likely story.

XANDER steers the car sharply off the edge of a cliff to the left of them.
The car plummets down the cliff face and then lets out an unnecessarily large explosion when it reaches the floor.
Debris shatters everywhere, narrowly missing a small tent which is lying on a small flat area.

XANDER (roughly 10, American) peeks out of the tent and the slowly emerges.

YOUNG XANDER

(Shocked)

Hey Yorkie, you might want to look at this.

YORKSHIRE (roughly 10, English) emerges from the tent.

YOUNG YORKSHIRE
(Sleepy)
What is it my friend?

YOUNG XANDER
Is that us in that flaming wreck?

XANDER points at the flaming car.

YOUNG YORKSHIRE
(Innocently)
I have no idea what you’re talking about Xander.

YORKSHIRE turns and grins maniacally at the camera.

YOUNG YORKSHIRE

(Sinisterly)
Honest, for if my name’s not Yorkshire.

A light then flickers on behind the duo’s tent, with the sound of a car starting.

The two turn round to see a car, obscured by the darkness driving towards them at a ridiculously high speed.

The camera cuts to inside the vehicle where the mid 20’s versions of YORKSHIRE and XANDER sit inside.

YORKSHIRE

(Sinisterly)
Wat ho, let us cook these fools Xander.

XANDER

Yeah, camping on our turf, they deserve to feel the wheel.

As XANDER states that the two younger versions are dragged under the wheels of the car.

The car skids to a stop and then YORKSHIRE hangs out the window with a machine pistol shooting the two bodies on the floor.

XANDER sets off in the car so fast YORKSHIRE is still hanging out the window and drops his machine pistol on the floor.

The car then drives through the desert to a road, which takes the duo up a small cliff onto a plateau, where it then sets off through the desert on a straight road at high speed.

The camera cuts to inside the car.

XANDER

We totally cooked those fools, Yorkie.

Smash to black

The word Fin scrolls up

End.