An American Werewolf in London Page #12

ALEX:

Twenty-eight.

DAVID:

I'm twenty-seven.

ALEX:

I know.

DAVID:

Now what do you want to talk about?

ALEX:

Was Jack Goodman your good friend?

DAVID:

(seriously)

My best friend. My very best friend.

ALEX:

(embarrassed)

Shall I read to you?

DAVID:

What? Oh, yes, please.

ALEX:

(opens book)

A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's

Court by Samuel L. Clemens. This is

after the preface but before chapter

one:
A Word of Explanation. You all

right?

DAVID:

(settles back)

Yes, go on.

ALEX:

(clears her throat)

Ahem, A Word of Explanation. It was

in Warwick Castle that I came across

the curious stranger whom I am going

to talk about. He attracted me by

three things:
his candid simplicity,

his marvelous familiarity with ancient

armor, and the restfulness of his

company - for he did all the talking.

We fell together as modest people

will in the tail of the herd...

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. KESSLER HOME - NEW YORK - NIGHT

We are at David's parents' house in New York. His FATHER

sits reading the paper in the living room as his younger

BROTHER and SISTER watch "The Muppet Show" on television. We

can see past the small dining nook where David sits doing

homework and into the kitchen where his MOTHER is washing

the dishes. A peaceful lower, middle class setting. All is

tranquil and secure. There is a loud pounding on the front

door.

FATHER:

I'll get it.

The pounding continues.

FATHER:

All right, all right! Hold your

horses.

(The following happens with shocking speed.) When he opens

the door, four beings open fire with machine guns, blowing

him away. The sudden burst of violence is terrifying and

unrelenting. The four rush into the room and the family

looks at them in fearsome surprise for these men are not

human at all, but loathsome, bestial demons dressed as Storm

Troopers. One kicks in the television and fires into the

kitchen, blasting David's mother. David rises but is forced

back into his chair by one of the things and held there.

DAVID:

Stop!

He watches in horror as his little brother and sister scream

in terror before they are brutally murdered. The monstrous

Storm Troopers then set fire to the rooms. The one holding

David pulls a knife and quickly slits David's throat.

CUT TO:

INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - NIGHT

David bolts upright in bed and looks around, trying

desperately to gain his bearings. He sees that Alex is asleep

in the chair by his bed, Connecticut Yankee folded on her

lap. He makes a deliberate effort to calm himself. He

considers waking her, then decides against it. He turns on

the lamp by his bed and reaches over to take the book from

Alex's lap. David takes the book as gently as possible, but

Alex wakes up anyway.

ALEX:

(yawns, smiles)

Hello. You all right?

DAVID:

I'm sorry I woke you up.

ALEX:

Don't be silly. Can I get you

something?

DAVID:

No, thank you. Just keep me company

for a while.

ALEX:

That's easy enough.

DAVID:

I keep having these really terrible

dreams. They are getting worse and I

can't seem to stop them.

ALEX:

David, your dreams will stop. You'll

leave England and your bad memories;

and then this will all fade away.

DAVID:

Will you come with me?

ALEX:

(taken aback)

What?

DAVID:

(smiling)

I'm serious. You don't know me and I

know nothing about you. We have a

perfect relationship.

ALEX:

Now, David, I said I would keep you

company, but I meant right here and

now.

DAVID:

Will you think about it?

ALEX:

How did we get from your bad dreams

to my taking a holiday with a patient?

DAVID:

(big grin)

Not just a patient -- me.

ALEX:

You're being awfully forward, aren't

you?

DAVID:

Forgive me, I'm trying to cheer myself

up and an affair with a beautiful

nurse seemed like just the thing to

do it.

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