This is a scene from a three act screenplay about the development of the interstate highway system and the systematic oppression and discrimination of African Americans on the traveling on the highway.
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INT. CAB OF BIG RIG - DUSKFRANK struggles to find his appointed destination on a map while at the same time looking for a suitable hotel using his copy of the Green book.FRANKDamn these hayseed towns! How am I going to drop off this load before it gets dark?
As he gets ready to pull out into traffic, Frank hears the banshee-like squeal of a siren. A police car has pulled over behind him. His eyes get wide and sweat appears on his brow, but he decides to put on a friendly smile and make it through this run-in with the local police.
EXT. SIDE OF ROAD - NIGHTOFFICERStep out of the truck, boy. Bring your license and bill of lading while your at it.
Despite providing the required documentation, Frank is forced to wait while the police officer roots through his cab and trailer.OFFICEREverything seems to be in order... I can see by looking at you that you don't belong here. Why are you blocking my road with your POS truck?
FRANKI'm sorry, sir. I was just checking my map. I didn't mean to block traffic.OFFICERYou will show me the proper respect by calling me Officer Smith! Now I need you to move this hunk of junk down the road. There aren't any hotels for your kind in our town.
Frank thanks the officer and slowly climbs back into his rig. He waits for the patrol car to make a u-turn and pulls back into traffic. Right away he is passed by a new Chevy that haphazardly pulls of into the parking lot of a comfortable hotel. FRANKDamn. I'm gonna be late and have my pay docked by old man Rathbone.