3.1CONTINUED:1TRACK a rivulet as it runs, filling up a depression in thesand. And then, running to fill another in a series ofdepressions. They make a pattern we recognize as
--MAN'S FOOTPRINTSThese tracks may already be days old as they fill withrain water. Then, the sound of light, padded FOOTFALLS. A LION ENTERS FRAME. Lean, hungry and dangerous, the bigcat has been tracking this man. He lets out a low,disappointed GROWL. The rain has foiled his dinnerplans
-- for now.2EXT. HIGHWAY ON-RAMP (UTAH) - DAY2 A bullet-ridden sign reads: "U.S. 84 North." The Postmanleads Bill down a barren 4-lane. Weeds poke up throughthe asphalt. The rusting hulk of a car rests in the median, covered in a tangle of purple wisteria. ThePostman plucks a flower. He sticks it into a buttonholeand continues.BILL BRAYS woefully. In answer:THE POSTMANI don't know. And if you ask meagain, I'm going to slug you.They near a sign: "Thank You For Visiting Utah." ThePostman waves, shouts to the sign as he passes it.THE POSTMANIt's been fun, hasn't it, kids?(to the sign)You're welcome!3EXT. 4-LANE (IDAHO) - BILLBOARD - DAY3Bill tugs up weeds as The Postman is climbing up a ladderon a highway that razor cuts the plains to the horizon. Above, The Postman sands atop a billboard catwalk. Hereferences a tattered road atlas, scans the horizonthrough binoculars with one broken lens. He pauses at aUnion 76 ball just visible above the tree line.