FADE IN:

 

EXT. WOODS - DAY (MISTY)

 

In an open space in the wooded area, where the sun breaks through a cumulus cloud, seeming to have just finished raining, shines a golden ray on the area.

 

Brightening the dense trees in the background and lengthy grass in the foreground.

 

This creates an amazing beautiful saturation that would make a great postcard.

 

Sliding above the luscious wet grass, a small forming enigmatic mist floats by going in all directions.

 

Then, the SOUND of music plays out underneath the small mist. The music plays in slow speed, a strange effect.

 

A closer inspection reveals it to be a broken 80s style Walkman lying in the wet grass. It is warped on one side with a cracked display on the front.

 

The dying batteries have caused the Walkman to play the music, DEEP PURPLE by Nino Tempo and April Stevens, in slow speed.

 

It creates a disturbing feeling when the lyrics, "...through the mist of a memory, you wander back to me..." plays out through the warped spongy headphones lying a couple inches away from the Walkman, strapped onto a head...

 

...a head belonging to an unconscious TIM RAVEL, late 20s.

 

A large gash runs down the side of his forehead with dried blood clogging the wound and clumping his wavy dark hair.

 

The dried blood has run down the side of his face covering up his slightly bruised eye and five o'clock shadow.

 

His eyes flutter open as the music slows down to a stop caused by the batteries finally running out of juice.

 

His vision overlooks a blue cloudy sky with puffy white clouds separating away.

 

Hovering over him, the large trees covering the rays of the sun. The mist creates a hazy ominous look.

 

Tim staggers to his feet, clenching his teeth and holding his back to a pain he feels. Then he touches his head wound and reacts to it.

 

He looks at his palm, the dried blood has soaked into his wet hand.

 

Tim looks around, confused about the wooded location. He looks down at the ground and picks up the Walkman.

 

He presses the PLAY button. The Walkman makes a CLICK causing the cassette tape reels to rotate in a very SLOW speed with whatever juice is left in the batteries.

 

A muffled SOUND vibrates at one end of the broken headphones. Tim puts the working end up to his ear. He hears:

 

"...here in my Deep Purple dreams..." in the slowest speed causing the singer to sound deep with bass.

 

Then...the sound of tires on pavement breaks through the atmosphere from just a few yards away. From a small clutter of trees.

 

Tim drops the Walkman and looks over to the sound. He makes his way over to the clutter of trees to the sound.

 

His leg movements scatter the mist away from him and disappear into some grass crevices.

 

The tire on pavement gets louder as he approaches the trees.

 

Tim walks through the trees and into...

 

EXT. ROADWAY - DAY

 

Tim walks past the trees and finds himself standing in front of a semi busy roadway.

 

He looks over his shoulder to notice the luscious green grass and the dense woods behind him.

 

His facial expression shows that he's confused.

 

He turns back and spots a small roadway DINER just across from the street.

 

As soon as the last car passes him by, Tim makes his way across the roadway and into the parking lot of...

 

EXT. MISSY'S DINER - DAY

 

Missy's Diner is a well-built restaurant, made of lumber with a Western-style themed.

 

Something that came out of the late 1800s.

 

Tim walks himself over to the entrance.

 

Behind Tim, the wooded area peaks in a most beautiful landscape.

 

Some vehicles pass by to and fro on the roadway making the scene come to life.

 

INT. MISSY'S DINER - DAY

 

Tim enters the diner filled with a few dozen PATRONS going about their business.

Some laugh at the other's joke and some just eat.

 

A few of the patrons dressed in lumberjack style clothes sit at the bar stools; individually eating.

 

Tim walks over to one of the stools and sits himself down next to one of these lumberjacks.

 

The large LUMBERJACK notices Tim sit down next to him, but continues on with drinking his coffee.

 

MISSY, a slender woman in her mid 40s who has seen a lot of sun in her days; has wrinkled and bronzed her flesh some. She walks over to Tim with a pen and pad.

 

                MISSY

        And what may I get for you?

 

Missy notices the gash and dried blood on Tim's head.

 

                MISSY

        Are you okay, mister?

 

The Large Lumberjack turns to see what Missy spotted on Tim.

 

His eyes widen up.

 

                LARGE LUMBERJACK

        Looks like you need a doctor.

 

                TIME RAVEL

        Perdón?

 

                LARGE LUMBERJACK

        Excuse me?

 

                MISSY

        You have a cut on your

        forehead, son.

 

Tim reaches to touch his forehead. He reacts to the pain like before.

 

                TIM RAVEL

        Puedo usar su baño?

 

Missy is taken back, confused. The Large Lumberjack does the same.

 

                MISSY

        Anyone here speak Spanish?

        We need a translator.

 

CARLA BOWMAN, a young woman in her late 20s with fluffy 80s style hair and clothes turns to Missy and Tim. She reacts to Tim's bloody face.

 

                CARLA BOWMAN

        I do, Missy.

 

                MISSY

        Get over here, Carla.

 

Carla walks over to the bar.

 

                CARLA BOWMAN

        What seems to be the problem?

 

                MISSY

        This man just entered and

        doesn't speak a lick of

        English. We need your help,

        if possible.

 

                CARLA BOWMAN

        Sure.

 

                TIM RAVEL

        Pero los entiendo. No me

        entienden a mi?

 

Carla looks in awe at Tim. Missy and the Large Lumberjack turn to Carla for answers.

 

Carla turns to Tim and attempts her best Spanish. It's good enough, just broken.

 

                CARLA BOWMAN

        Señor, necesita doctor?

 

Tim expresses a confused look.

 

                TIM RAVEL

        Que?

 

                CARLA BOWMAN

        Tiene cortado su cerebro.

 

                TIM RAVEL

        No le entiendo, señora. Yo

        no más quiero ayuda.

 

Missy turns to Carla.

 

                MISSY

        Well?

 

                CARLA BOWMAN

        He says he doesn't

        understand me and needs

        help.

 

                TIM RAVEL

        Porque me están hablando en

        español? Si los entiendo.

 

                CARLA BOWMAN

        He says why I'm talking to

        him in Spanish that he

        understand you.

 

Missy turns to Tim.

 

                MISSY

        You understand what I'm

        saying?

 

                Tim Ravel

        Si!

 

                MISSY

        I'm guessing he said, "yes?"

 

Carla nods in agreement. Tim turns to her and Missy.

 

                TIM RAVEL

        Pues que traen ustedes? Que

        no me escuchan?

 

                CARLA BOWMAN

        No sabe el español, señor?

 

                TIM RAVEL

        Que? Hablan me en ingles,

        por favor. Yo no se hablar

        español.

 

                CARLA BOWMAN

        He says to talk to him in

        English that he doesn't know

        how to speak Spanish.