Affliction Page #5
- R
- Year:
- 1997
- 114 min
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WADE:
(soft)
Nothing.
POP:
You no-good pup!
Rolfe runs from the room screaming, "Mom!"
CUT TO:
EXT. WICKHAM'S - DAY
The town's 24-hour restaurant. A bright new sign reads: "Home
Made Cooking." Wade's grader out front.
CUT TO:
INT. WICKHAM'S - DAY
Wade, eating lunch at the counter, talks with Nick Wickham:
WADE:
It don't look right.
NICK:
What?
WADE:
The sign. It looks like it's spelled
wrong or something.
NICK:
F***. Wade Whitehouse. It's people
like you that keep this f***ing town
from prospering. Whatever somebody
does to improve things around here,
WADE:
I'm not finding fault. It's a good
idea, good for you, good for the
town. Real modern too.
NICK:
This town sucks.
WADE:
Aw, c'mon, I was only saying there's
something wrong with "Home Made
Cooking", that's all. The sign's
fine. What it says is wrong.
Margie Fogg heads over, sits:
MARGIE:
Who needs it? Everybody who comes
here has been coming for years so
what they need a sign for?
Nick goes back to work.
MARGIE:
You okay?
WADE:
Yeah.
MARGIE:
I'm sorry about what I said.
WADE:
Said what?
MARGIE:
About you and Jill and needing a
third person. She went back to
Lillian?
WADE:
Forget it.
MARGIE:
(touches his arm)
I'm sorry.
WADE:
I'm going to start one of those
custody suits. I don't give a f***ing
sh*t. You know?
Wade's eyes well up.
MARGIE:
You don't mean that.
WADE:
Yeah. I mean that.
MARGIE:
(arm around his
shoulders)
No you don't. You're pissed, that's
all. You ought to cool off for a few
days then have a long talk with
Lillian. You know? Work it out with
her, tell her how you feel. Lillian's
not out to get you.
WADE:
The hell she isn't. Lillian's been
trying to nail me to a cross since
the day I met her. I'm gonna hire me
a f***ing lawyer from Concord and
get this thing, this divorce thing,
rearranged. I've been thinking about
it a lot. It's like she owns Jill or
something. Nobody owns nobody,
especially not kids. And I pay her.
NICK:
(calls)
Marg!
WADE:
That goddamned woman. Thinks she can
cart Jill off and leave me alone
like this. I'm more than pissed,
Margie. I'm a whole lot more than
pissed. I been that plenty and I
know the difference. This is
different.
NICK:
Marg! You got orders!
Wade and Margie stand. She wants to kiss him.
MARGIE:
Call me.
WADE:
(genuine)
Tonight. Let's get together.
MARGIE:
Okay.
Wade meets Nick halfway to the door.
NICK:
You talked to Jack?
WADE:
Not since last night. He took a guy
hunting.
NICK:
The f***er shot himself. Ker-bang!
That's what it sounds like. Not on
purpose. I assume accidental.
WADE:
(shocked)
Jack?
NICK:
The other guy.
WADE:
Where... how'd you hear that?
NICK:
CB. Little while ago. One of the
boys on the way in picked up Jack on
the CB calling for state troopers. I
figured you'd know what really
happened. The f***ing guy kill
himself? This Twombley, who the f***
is he, anyhow?
WADE:
No, I... I've been out on the grader
all morning. Twombley's summer people.
Massachusetts. Friend of Gordon's.
It was his idea for Jack to take him
hunting.
(suddenly engaged)
I gotta go.
Margie steps over as Wade exits.
NICK:
He don't care for you.
MARGIE:
Stop being jealous.
CUT TO:
EXT. LARIVIERE CO. - DAY
Elaine looks up from her desk as Wade pulls the grader into
the lot, jumps out, heads for his car. Laviviere stands
outside.
LARIVIERE:
What's the hurry?
WADE:
A hunting accident. Jack and Twombley.
LARIVIERE:
Huh?
WADE:
LARIVIERE:
(urgent)
Twombley, Jesus. We got to get moving:
I got to get up there. How would I
know? C'mon, you drive. We'll take
my truck.
They head for LaRiviere's blue 4x4 Dodge.
CUT TO:
INT./EXT. LARIVIERE'S PICKUP - DAY
Gordon and Wade drive up the same road Jack took Twombley.
Wade fiddles with the CB. No use: static.
LARIVIERE:
F***. Turn it off.
(Wade does)
All you heard was there was some
kinda accident?
WADE:
Twombley's shot. I heard that. Not
Jack. He's okay, I assume.
LARIVIERE:
F***. You don't know how bad or
anything?
WADE:
You mean Twombley?
LARIVIERE:
Yes, Wade, I mean Twombley. Put out
that cigarette. F***. F***. F***.
LaRiviere grunts disapproval as Wade slips the butt out his
window.
WADE:
He more than likely just shot himself
in the foot or something. That's
what usually happens.
LARIVIERE:
I shoulda sent you instead of Jack.
WADE:
I wish you had. I'd rather be deer
hunting instead of freezing my ass
on that f***ing grader.
LARIVIERE:
You ain't the hunter Jack is. And he
can't drive the grader worth sh*t.
WADE:
Like hell.
Ahead, they see flashing lights and cars. A white emergency
vehicle passes, jolting the pickup.
LARIVIERE:
(frightened)
That must've been Twombley. Jesus. I
bet that was Twombley.
WADE:
You want me to follow them to
Littleton?
LARIVIERE:
Let's get to the top and talk to
Jack first. He'll know what happened.
He f***ing better. If this coulda
been avoided, I'll put that kid's
ass in a sling.
CUT TO:
Wade pulls behind three state trooper cars. Jack stands joking
with the TROOPERS, one of whom holds a German shepherd on a
leash. LaRiviere and Wade jump out. Jack, suddenly serious,
turns to LaRiviere:
JACK:
You heard the news.
LARIVIERE:
I hear Twombley got shot.
JACK:
Yeah.
Wade walks over to trooper ASA BROWN, pets the shepherd.
BROWN:
Watch the dog, Wade. Takes a mind
to, he'll tear your f***ing head
off.
LARIVIERE:
(to Jack)
Bad?
BROWN:
Thirty-thirty at close range.
LARIVIERE:
Jesus.
WADE:
Will he make it?
BROWN:
(shakes head)
D.O.A. Blew the bastard wide open.
Had a hole in back you could put
your head into. Pretty big hole in
front too. You could've put your
fist into that one.
LARIVIERE:
(to Jack)
You see it?
JACK:
Nope. Heard it. We wasn't far apart.
I spotted this buck, then I heard
the gun go off and Twombley was gone.
I looked over the little cliff we
was using for a stand and there the
f***er was, deader'n sh*t. Called it
right in.
LARIVIERE:
This is gonna be one f***ing mess to
clean up. Twombley's son-in-law and
daughter are up the weekend. Didn't
you say you'd seen him, Wade?
WADE:
I seen 'em. Near ran me over.
BROWN:
You wanna tell 'em, Gordon? You knew
the old man.
LARIVIERE:
What the f***. My day's already
ruined.
(to Wade)
Give me the keys. You can go back
with Jack. You still got a shitload
of plowing to do.
WADE:
It ain't done, if that's what you
mean.
LARIVIERE:
Something bugging you?
WADE:
Yeah. A few things.
LARIVIERE:
Well, right now we're not too
interested. Finish up what you gotta
do, then you can get bugged on your
own time.
Brown walks off with shepherd.
LARIVIERE:
(to Jack)
Might as well take the rest of the
day off. You look sort of f***ed up.
You've been paid for the day, anyhow,
right?
JACK:
Not exactly. I mean, he never paid
me.
LARIVIERE:
You'll get your money. Don't talk to
any newspapers about this. Twombley's
a big deal down in Massachusetts,
you know. Tell them your lawyer says
you shouldn't comment.
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