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P W Valentine
PAUL@PWVALENTINE.CO.UK
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OVER BLACK
Far away sounds. A brass band play Dixie. A thousand voices
come and go, indiscernible shouting and hollering.
Cutting through it all - a low rumbling thunder.
CUT TO:
BICYCLE WHEELS
Through the blur of spokes, twisted faces of the frenzied
AUDIENCE zip by like a nightmarish zoetrope.
INT. MADISON SQUARE GARDENS VELODROME
TITLE: 1896, Madison Square Gardens, Six Day Race.
Air thick with cigarette smoke and the steam of hot bodies.
The yellow pine track is illuminated by low-hung electric
lights. It surrounds the infield, where the BRASS BAND play,
OFFICIALS keep score, and TRAINERS patch up resting CYCLISTS.
Several cyclists circle the banked track, dog-tired, like
theyve been going for days. A Victorian ROLLERBALL on bikes.
MAJOR (18)
Crouches low over his bars with a stillness and grace that
escapes his rivals -- But his eyes are glazed -- And his head
lolls autonomously -- A heart beat away from exhaustion.
He struggles to hold his line -- swings up the severe slope
of the track -- passes a rider on the bend.
Eyes shift to the manual scoreboard -- His name moves up,
maybe in to eighth -- Not sure -- eyes back on the track.
C R A S H !!!
Three riders morph into a mangled mess of steel and bodies -Majors adrenalin kicks in -- swerves round the wreckage.
He pulls off the track into the central
INFIELD
A chicken run of derelict rider encampments.
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Wheeeeeeiiiiii...
BIRDIE (PRE-LAP)
Wake up.
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