Screenplay: 9-month She-ra

[an imaginary happening]

Ext. Museum Parking Lot -- Night

ROB, early-20s, walks to his car in the rain. He wears a long trench coat and dark glasses. When he reaches his car, he opens the passenger door and from inside his coat, retrieves a heavy object, covered in a black pillowcase. He places the object onto the seat, shuts the door, and slips around to the driver's seat. Then he fires up the engine, drives out of the museum parking lot, and heads out onto a country road.

After a quarter of a mile, Rob sheds the sunglasses, picks up his cell phone and punches in a call. 

Rob

(into the phone)

It's Rob. I got. And she's a beauty.

Rob listens and nods briefly.

ROB

Okay. I'm on my way. I'll be there in twenty minutes.

The call ends and Rob pulls off the pillowcase. He strokes a two foot iridescent fossil and smiles.

Then his eyes shift up to the rear view mirror. There is a single headlight several yards back. For cautionary measures, Rob pushes on the acceleration and watches the gap widen between him and the headlight. Then he glances back at the large ammonite and strokes it again.

At an intersection, Rob turns onto the town's four-lane main street where he accelerates to 50 mph, until a mini-van pulls into his lane, forcing him to brake. 

ROB

Come on.

He jerks into the other lane and accelerates back up to 50 mph. Then he glances back and sees the single headlight also swerving around the min-van. 

Soon another van appears, this one with decals of a family: a man, a woman, five little stick figures, and a dog all plastered on the back window. Rob swerves around this van too. Single headlight follows. Rob peers into rear view mirror and studies the light before accelerating up to 55 mph.

But as he approaches a traffic light, which has just turned green, two mini-vans block both lanes.

ROB

(frustrated)

What is this? Mini-van purgatory?

He makes a hasty left turn and drives through a run-down warehouse section of town. He keeps watch on his rear view mirror, and the single headlight follows.

Rob accelerates, and weaves through the tight streets, but the single headlight remains behind him. Then suddenly Rob hits a dead end. Quickly he glances around at options. He throws the pillowcase back over the ammonite, opens the glove box, and pulls out a plastic container. He grabs the ammonite and jumps out of his car.

ROB

(false cockiness)

I've been saving this for a punk like you.

He opens the box and tosses sharp thick nails out across the asphalt. Right then the bike pulls into view; the driver is dressed in black with a fullface dark helmet. Rob drops the box and takes off running down a small alley. After a few good strides, he hears pounding steps behind him. He cocks his head back but sees nothing. His breathing intensifies, yet he runs faster.

FEMALE VOICE (O.S)

(firm)

Release the ammonite.

ROB

(laughs and relaxes his shoulders)

You're a chick.

FEMALE VOICE (O.S.)

(matter-of-factly)

Drop the ammonite and you don't get hurt.

ROB

(slightly cautions)

Are you a cop?

FEMALE VOICE (O.S.)

No. And you had your warning.

Her helmet whizzes toward him, and knocks Rob down.

ROB

That hurt.

Stunned, Rob jumps up, shakes off the pain, and takes off running again. But out of no where, a garbage can lid soars through the night, and crashes into his knees, causing him to topple to the ground. Quickly he scrambles up.

ROB

Okay, that hurt more.

In pain, Rob hastily pulls himself up. He takes off again, this time moving into a frantic run down the narrow alley. But reaches a dead end. He whips around to see the shadow of a calm woman approaching him. 

SHELBY PAGE, 30s, wearing tight black clothing. Her face shines in the moonlight as she brushes her auburn brown hair away from her face. Rob's mouth drops.

ROB

You're hot.

Shelby spins around and power kicks Rob straight into a pile of garbage.

ROB

(disbelief)

Ouch.

Shelby

(stern)

The ammonite, please.

Shelby steps closer.

ROB

(sheepish grin)

I think there's been some type of misunderstanding.

His body scoots backward, slowly trying to make an escape. But Shelby's black boots smashes him back onto the ground.

ROB

You're...you're breaking my ribs.

SHELBY

(terse)

The ammonite.

Rob unveils the fossil, and while struggling against the crush of her weight he lifts the ammonite up. She leans down close to him to retrieve it. With his body hunched forward, he stares straight up into her protruding stomach.

ROB

(disbelief)

Hey...uh,superwoman - are you...pregnant?