Page 31 - CRASH LANDING SCREENPLAY

WOLFGANG steps into the garage. More boxes. Gardening tools.
A Lawnmower. A black Norton Commando.
On the seat is a box. In it, a Belstaff jacket, Motorcycle
Boots, Gauntlets, Silk Scarf and a Crash Helmet.
WOLFGANG puts on the Crash Helmet.
He sits on the bike, it’s a stretch to reach the handlebars.
Then his attention turns to a full size racing bicycle leant against the wall.
He pumps up the tyres. Lowers the saddle.
EXT. MARKET LAVINGTON - DAY
Church bells ring.
Although the bike’s too big
for him, WOLFGANG pedals through
the village.
He passes a flock of locals
dressed in their Sunday best on
their way to Church.
An OLD JOGGER plods along the road. GORGEOUS
EXT. SCARP - DAY
WOLFGANG huffs and puffs up the steep lane.
At the top he stops to get his breath back.
Stretching out before him the sparse wilderness of SALISBURY PLAIN, 150 square miles of RESTRICTED MOD LAND.
EXT. RIDGEWAY - DAY
WOLFGANG cycles along the single lane dirt track.
Stops at a barrier. A wind torn RED FLAG flaps noisily in the wind.
A weather beaten sign warns - MOD PROPERTY. DANGER KEEP OUT.
LIVE AMMUNITION. UNEXPLODED BOMBS.
He ducks under the barrier and rides into the RESTRICTED
ZONE.
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