The inside of the bar is a tribute to hick trash everywhere. all bottles and velvet elvises.
No one is there except Carl, the Manager, sitting at a lonely barstool. white text fades in at lower frame left: Putt Putt Cantina – 11:30 pm | |
Carl pours a drink for himself. | |
He raises the glass halfway to his lips and looks at a picture on the counter. | |
Carl is very sad | |
It’s a picture of him, his wife and seven kids, surrounded by shot glasses. | |
(flashback to happier times) the bartender is driving a golf cart, along the dirt paved path on the Par3 golf course with his family. Everyone is laughing in a happy mood. All HA, HA, HA, HE, HE, HE, HUH, HUH, HUH. | |
the cart plods along.
HA, HA, HA, HE, HE, HE, HUH, HUH, HUH. | |
The kids grope and paw each other and their dad as they chortle.
HA, HA, HA, HE, HE, HE, HUH, HUH, HUH. | |
Carl's very strict german WIFE even snickers to herself.
And the kids paw at her too, like monkeys. HA, HA, HA, HE, HE, HE, HUH, HUH, HUH. | |
Carl keeps laughing, while he brings his unjooked seatbelt up into frame.
HA, HA, HA, HE, HE, HE, HUH, HUH, HUH. | |
Carl's wife spots his not-so-stealthy manuever.
Wife Kahrl, yew ar drinkink agayn. Carl drinks. Carl HA, HA, HA. (gulp) HAAA… Carl's wife's eyes pop open at something in the road ahead of them. | |
We see a cow standing in the middle of the road.
Carl What the… | |
Carl spins the wheel, bottle still in his mouth. | |
the car heads towards a tree | |
Wife VAT ZE HELL ARE YOU DOING! | |
the kids scream | |
Carl violently turns the steering wheel in the reverse direction, but it’s too late. | |
The golf cart side-swipes the tree, throwing Carl out of the Cart.
The Cart heads down a slick grassy hill. | |
Carl LILLIAN, GET HOLD OF THE WHEEL! | |
Lillian cannot, she is strapped to her seat by her seat belt.
Every one on the cart AGGHHHHH!!!!!!!! | |
Carl GO LEFT! NO, GO RIGHT! WATCH OUT FOR THE LAND MINE!!! | |
The golf cart hits the land mine. | |
KA BOOOOOOMMM!!!! The explosion sends the cart flying into the air and it bursts into an orange fireball. | |
Carl NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Carl presses his hands to his head, spilling booze down the back of his neck. Camera zooms into the black void of carl's mouth. (end flash back) | |
An empty shot glass slams onto the counter. | |
Carl is still staring at his family's picture. | |
Carl wipes his mouth and looks around, like he’s got something to prepare for. |