EXT. ROAD - DAY

               DAVEY approaches the man, lying on his side in the middle of
               the road.  He carefully kneels down and inspects the man's
               dirty face.  His eyes and mouth are closed.  Davey puts his
               ear close to the man's mouth and listens for a breath.  He
               hears something and pulls away.  

                                   DAVEY
                         Hey.

               The man remains unconscious.  Davey lightly shakes him. 
               Still nothing.  He rolls the man onto his back, which exposes
               a missing right arm.  Davey recoils, startled and then
               disgusted.  After taking a moment to recover, he reluctantly
               touches and squeezes the empty arm of the jacket.  

               Davey stands up and surveys the area.  No cars in sight.  He
               crosses his arms and stares disturbingly at the victim,
               apparently stricken with a moral conflict.

               Davey sighs, takes the man by the feet, and drags him to the
               side of the road.  Wipes his hands on his jeans and heads to
               his car.  As he grabs the driver side door handle, a blaring
               honk jolts him.  Davey looks up to see a car stop about ten
               yards behind his.  

               CARL steps out and waves as he approaches Davey.  Carl stops
               about even with the bumper of Davey's car.  

                                   CARL
                         Hey partner.

                                   DAVEY
                         Hello.

               Carl furrows his brow, concerned.

                                   CARL
                         Somethin' the matter?

                                   DAVEY
                         Uh, yeah, well.  I found this guy
                         in the middle of the road.

                                   CARL
                         Alive?

                                   DAVEY
                         Yeah, musta been hit by a car or
                         something.

               Carl approaches the man.  Davey meets him at the body.  They
               stare down at it together.  Carl steps on the empty jacket
               arm, then eyes Davey with suspicion.

                                   CARL
                         What happened to his arm?

                                   DAVEY
                         Uh, it was gone when I got here. 

               Carl nods.

                                   CARL
                         I see.

               Awkward silence.

                                   CARL (CONT'D)
                         Were you just gonna leave him here?

                                   DAVEY
                         No, no.  I mean, I was gonna give
                         him a ride to the hospital, but I
                         couldn't get him in the truck by
                         myself.

               Carl grins.

                                   CARL
                         Shit, looks like I was right on
                         time.

               EXT. ROAD - DAY

               Davey carries the man by the legs, while Carl supports him
               under the shoulders, as they carry the man around to the back
               of the truck.

               EXT. ROAD - DAY

               Davey stands in the bed of his truck and pulls the man
               inside, with help from Carl.

               EXT. ROAD - DAY

               Davey hops down and shuts the tailgate.

                                   DAVEY
                         That was a chore and a half.

                                   CARL
                         You want a water for the road?  I
                         got some in the car.

                                   DAVEY
                         Sure, thanks.

                                   CARL
                         Hold on, I'll go grab one.

               Carl retreats.  Davey directs his attention to the new
               passenger.  The man stirs.  Davey's eyes bulge.  The man
               slowly sits up and groans with drowsy pain.  Davey watches
               him closely, anxious and fearful.  

                                   DAVEY
                         Are you okay?

               The man drops his jaw, moans, and makes deranged eye contact
               with Davey, who is frozen with anticipation.