EXT. DESERT - DAYWe fade in on a barren desert, a landscape shaped by gypsum dunes, punctuated by solitary boulders and scattered trees. A sequence of wide shots ends in an undulating, heat distortedcomposition with two distant figures moving in a lineparallel to the horizon. The mirage materializes, and indeed,it is two human beings - BARTEL THE DOWSER and his son,BARTEL JUNIOR. The kid is toting a shovel and BARTEL SR hastwo dowsing rods in his hands. They are looking for water.The slow procession seems timeless and generational.Two dowsing rods, held by old withered hands, intersect overa spot no different then any other. BARTEL stops, takes theshovel and plants it firmly in the ground. The boy comes uppulls the shovel out and starts digging.The title comes up “THE DOWSER”FADE OUTEXT. DESERT - DAY (TEN YEARS LATER)BARTEL JR, now a young man, climbs out of a circular wellpit. His clothes are wet and he is holding a shovel smeared with mud. BARTEL SR, an old man, is resting in the shade of atree. BARTEL JR walks over, shakes him. His father doesn’trespond, the spirit has passed on.FADE OUTEXT. DESERT - DAYBARTEL JR is putting the last stones around the well. Henotices a shadow and turns around. Before him is a broad manin a sheriff’s uniform, TOM SHERRY, an imposing presence ofauthority. SHERRY stares the young man down.TOM SHERRYYou the dowser?BARTEL motions to a burial mound of small boulders a fewyards away.BARTELI’m his son...The sheriff walks over to the grave. There’s a small board, with BARTEL PRITCHARD SR carved in, hanging on a shovel - theimprovised headstone.