Truckstop
When her cook spells out his resignation in sausages, the sharp-tongued owner of a failing roadside diner is forced to keep the fryers running with nothing but broke regulars, rock-bottom hygiene ratings, and a stubborn refusal to let the place die.
EXT. DAVEY’S DINER - MORNING
A glimpse of page three tits flashes as a newspaper blows across the cracked car park of a dated roadside cafe. Above the dirty PVC door a peeling sign reads ‘Daveys Diner - Chips, Pies and Smiles’.
A white van pulls in and parks between two HGVs. KEVIN GIMBLY, early-30’s, chubby in grey overalls, steps out and heads for the door. Just as he reaches for the handle he takes a huge drag from the vape machine in his hand, opens the door and blows in a massive cloud.
INT. DAVEY’S DINER - CONTINUOUS
Mismatched tables and plastic chairs litter the patchy linoleum cafe dining area while filthy windows offer blurred views across the car park to the main road. The walls are ‘off-off-off-white’ and the whole place looks like it smells of chips.
The front door opens and Kevin’s thick cloud pours in before he emerges excitedly through it.
KEVIN
Tonight Matthew, I’m going to be... absolutely starving!