From Atlanta to Montana: Larry’s Journey Turns Fatal
EXT. HIGHWAY – NIGHT
Rain pours relentlessly. Thunder cracks across a dark sky. Headlights slice through thick fog as cars cautiously crawl along the slick road.
A black SUV speeds past them.
INT. SUV – CONTINUOUS
LARRY grips the steering wheel tightly. His eyes are tired, but determined. The windshield wipers struggle against the heavy rain.
Water streaks distort his view.
His phone buzzes on the dashboard.
LARRY
(under his breath)
Not now…
The phone keeps vibrating. He glances at it.
“BETHANY CALLING.”
Larry hesitates… then ignores it.
He presses harder on the accelerator.
The engine ROARS.
EXT. HIGHWAY – CONTINUOUS
The SUV speeds through the storm, tires slicing through puddles.
A warning sign flashes past:
“SLIPPERY ROAD – REDUCE SPEED.”
Larry doesn’t slow down.
INT. SUV – CONTINUOUS
Larry wipes his forehead. Stress builds in his eyes.
LARRY
I just need to get there…
Lightning flashes—illuminating the road ahead for a split second.
A sharp curve approaches.
Too fast.
EXT. HIGHWAY CURVE – NIGHT
The SUV enters the curve at high speed.
The tires LOSE GRIP.
The vehicle SKIDS.
INT. SUV – CONTINUOUS
Larry’s eyes widen.
LARRY
Oh no… no, no—
He tries to control the wheel.
The car fishtails violently.
Rain pounds louder. Chaos erupts.
EXT. HIGHWAY – CONTINUOUS
The SUV spins.
Another car HONKS loudly, swerving away.
Larry’s vehicle crashes into the roadside barrier.
METAL CRUNCHES.
Glass SHATTERS.
The SUV flips once… then slams down.
Silence follows—broken only by rain.
INT. SUV – MOMENTS LATER
Airbags deployed.
Smoke slowly rises.
Larry slumps forward, unconscious. Blood trickles from his forehead.
The rain taps softly against the cracked windshield.
His phone, still glowing… continues ringing.
“BETHANY CALLING.”
It stops.
Then a message pops up:
“Where are you? Please call me.”
Larry remains still.
EXT. HIGHWAY – SAME TIME
A passing driver slows down, shocked.
They pull over.
PASSERBY
(yelling)
Hey! Is anyone in there?!
They rush toward the wrecked SUV.
INT. SUV – CONTINUOUS
The door is jammed.
The passerby tries to open it.
PASSERBY
Hold on! I’m calling for help!
They dial emergency services.
PASSERBY
(into phone)
There’s been a bad accident—highway 87! The car flipped… the driver’s unconscious!
EXT. HIGHWAY – MINUTES LATER
Flashing RED and BLUE lights cut through the darkness.
An ambulance arrives.
Paramedics rush out with urgency.
PARAMEDIC 1
Let’s move! He’s losing blood!
They carefully force the door open.
INT. SUV – CONTINUOUS
Paramedics check Larry’s pulse.
PARAMEDIC 2
Weak pulse… but he’s alive.
They stabilize his neck and begin lifting him out.
EXT. HIGHWAY – CONTINUOUS
Rain continues as Larry is placed on a stretcher.
His hand twitches slightly.
A faint sign of life.
PARAMEDIC 1
Stay with me, sir. Stay with me!
They rush him into the ambulance.
Doors slam shut.
Sirens BLARE.
INT. AMBULANCE – MOVING – NIGHT
Larry lies unconscious.
Machines beep steadily.
A paramedic wipes blood from his forehead.
PARAMEDIC 2
What was he thinking… driving this fast in this weather?
PARAMEDIC 1
Some people don’t realize until it’s too late.
Larry’s eyelids flicker.
A faint whisper escapes his lips.
LARRY
(weakly)
Bethany…
The paramedics exchange a look.
PARAMEDIC 1
He’s trying to come back.
EXT. HIGHWAY – NIGHT
The ambulance disappears into the storm.
Rain continues to fall—unforgiving, relentless.
FADE OUT.
