The last script I posted was pretty well-received, so here’s the first part of another one I’m working on, this one...well, I guess it’s not really an “origin story” for Nux and Slit, but it tells the story of how Nux became a driver. Or it will, anyway, I haven’t reached that point yet. XD Anyway, please let me know what you think! This one is titled “Self-Promotion.”
Opens at the altar of V8. A War Boy in his twenties (VIC) is making his obeisance. Two Boys in their early teens, NUX and SLIT, wait for him, Nux carrying two large jugs of water or guzzoline and Slit carrying some lances. They follow him out once he’s picked up his steering wheel.
Nux: Hey, hey Vic!
Vic: Hm? What?
Slit watches the entirety of the following conversation with a bored/disgruntled face.
Nux: Was wondering if you’d talked to any’ve of the Imperators yet. About getting me my own car, you know?
Vic sighs. They’ve had this conversation many times before.
Vic: I put your name forward, sure, but I doubt anything’ll come of it for a while yet. I told you not to get your hopes up. There just aren’t any cars free.
Nux is totally crestfallen.
Nux: I just thought…There were those road warriors got taken up three days ago…
Vic: Ugh, no. You don’t want to drive any of that shite, they were barely even good for spare parts. Look –
He turns and puts a hand on Nux’s shoulder, looking him in the eye.
Vic: We both know you’ve got what it takes, and that ain’t gonna change. If another car opens up you know I’ll make sure yours is one’ve the first names in the pot. But it’s doin’ no one any good for you to keep worrying at it. It’s not helpin’ you get into a driver’s seat any faster, and it’s definitely not doin’ anything for my patience.
Nux looks sheepish.
Nux: Sorry, I just…
Vic: I know.
He claps Nux on the shoulder. Conversation over, if the younger boys know what’s good for them. All three of them rush over to Vic’s car (Volkswagen beetle, wink wonk), waiting on its platform to be winched out onto the desert floor below. Vic situates himself in the driver’s seat while Nux tosses the jugs into the back (okay, maybe he ties them down or something, idk) then goes to help Slit rack up the lancers or whatever it is they do to keep them in place before use.
Slit: Why do you want to be a driver so bad, anyway?
Nux: Why don’t you want to be one??
The car is lifted, then lowered. Immortan Joe gives his speech. Nux and Slit listen attentively, but the details aren’t too important to us. Just need to establish that relations between the Citadel and Gastown aren’t quite as congenial as they will be in the movie.
Maybe put in a montage of the cars and war rig? I am doomed to draw cars forever.