OPENING SHOT (across the bow): ON A WARM AFTERNOON IN GALT, CALIFORNIA A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN DRIVES A 20I2 JEEP LIBERTY DOWN THE i5 FREEWAY LISTENING TO “SIRIUS” SATELLITE RADIO. WE HEAR A SONG PLAYING BUT CAN’T MAKE OUT THE WORDS. WE SLOWLY ZOOM IN TO HEAR THE FOLLOWING LYRICS CLEARLY: “Who do you think you are? Bless your soul. You really think you’re in control? I think you’re crazy.”

AS IF SHE’S HAVING A CONVERSATION WITH SOMEONE ELSE IN THE CAR — EVEN THOUGH SHE’S ALONE — SHE SAYS OUT LOUD

BEA: “Let’s test that theory!”

SUDDENLY SHE FLOORS THE GAS PEDDLE AND SPEEDS UP TO A MACK TRUCK IN FRONT OF HER SAYING INTO THE EMPTY CAR: I have this much control and my only problem is finding a way to kill myself without harming anyone else.” NOW OVER THE RADIO’S SPEAKERS — OVERRIDING THE MUSIC — WE HEAR A MAN’S VOICE CALMLY SAY: “Just ramming your car under this truck may not kill you and could hurt or kill the driver.”

BEA: “Good point.”

SHE SPEEDS UP TO A SPOT WHERE THE FREEWAY IS ON TOP OF A PASS-THROUGH WHERE THE DROP IS ABOUT 20 FEET BELOW. SHE IS BUSY CALCULATING THE IMPACT AT THAT HEIGHT IF SHE WERE TO PLOUGH THROUGH THE GUARDRAILS AT AN ANGLE. THE MAN’S VOICE SAYS:

MAN’S VOICE: “It’s not a high enough fall to kill you. Besides, there are workmen below.”

AS SHE ARRIVES AT THE POINT WHERE SHE’D HAVE TO LAUNCH THE JEEP INTO THE GUARDRAILS SHE SEES THE WORKMEN FOR THE FIRST TIME, AND SIGHS.

BEA: “I need height!”

SHE STEPS ON THE GAS AND GETS THE JEEP UP TO 120 MPH, AS SHE BLOWS BY THE OTHER CARS ON THE FREEWAY THE DRIVERS AND PASSENGERS LOOK AT HER AGAST AS THEY ARE DIALING THE CALIFORNIA HIGHWAY PATROL ON THEIR PHONES. YET, NO CHP EVER SHOWS UP. BEA HEADS FOR THE FOOTHILLS NEAR PLACERVILLE, CALIFORNIA.

BEA: “Yes, this will work.”

CUT TO BEA SPEEDING THROUGH A SMALL STATE PARK. THE PARK RANGER FLASHES HIS LIGHTS AT HER TO SLOW DOWN BUT SHE CONTINUES ON WITHOUT CHANGE. IT’S NOW DUSK AND THE LIGHT IS COPPER COLORED AS THE SUN SETS WHEN SHE REACHES AN AREA ABOVE THE SACRAMENTO RIVER WHERE THERE ARE CLIFFS 75 FEET TALL.

BEA: “This is perfect!”

IN HER MIND, SHE WORKS OUT HOW SHE CAN ANGLE THE CAR, PUT IT IN NEUTRAL, FLOOR THE GAS PEDDLE AND THEN BLAST OUT AT AN ANGLE TO SHOOT THE JEEP OVER THE CLIFF. SHE WAITS FOR THE MAN’S VOICE TO CHIME IN AND EXPLAIN ANY DOWNSIDE SHE MAY NOT BE SEEING. NO VOICE APPEARS.

BEA: “Hmmm, no critical comments?”

NOTHING IS HEARD OVER THE RADIO SPEAKERS. BEA DRIVES ON TO A GAS STATION NEXT TO A RESTAURANT SHE RECALLS HAVING BEEN TO — DOWN THE ROAD. AS SHE’S PUMPING THE GAS SHE ASKS IN HER HEAD:

BEA: “What’s your name?

V2K MAN’S VOICE — NO LONGER ON THE CAR RADIO’S SPEAKERS: “Adolfo.”

BEA: “Wow…you’re speaking inside my head but no one around me can hear you…this is some kind of amazing, new telephone technology!

BEA PAYS FOR THE GAS AND DRIVES TO THE RESTAURANT WHICH IS LOCATED IN A TREEHOUSE IN THE FOOTHILLS OF THE SIERRA NEVADA’S TAHOE NATIONAL FOREST.

THERE IS A FOLK ENSAMBLE PLAYING IN A CORNER OF THE ORGANIC RESTAURANT AS BEA IS SEATED IN A BOOTH THAT OVERLOOKS THE FOREST. SHE ORDERS A COFFEE MILK SHAKE MADE OF GELATO FROM ITALY AND A 100 PERCENT GRASS FED HAMBURGER — IT’S BUN IS MADE FROM AN ORGANIC GRAIN MILL WHICH PRODUCES NON-BROMINATED, NON-ENRICHED, HEIRLOOM WHEAT THAT THEY STONE GRIND.

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