Carrie Page #4

Why is this so important to you?

Because I think

that we would have a good time.

And because I think

that what you read in class was cool.

I looked up that book

in the library myself.

That's the guy who brought

the temple down. Samson, right?

Yes.

Yes, okay, I'll go.

I have to be back by 10:30.

Sure, okay. Um...

I'll pick you up here at 7:00?

Okay.

(CHUCKLING)

TINA:
Crazy, right?

Tommy Ross and Carrie White.

(CHUCKLES)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Where have you been?

I was worried sick. Come on. Come inside.

- I'm sorry I'm late, Mama.

- Just get inside.

Your supper's cold.

I'm going to have to heat it up.

I didn't know...

You're immodest.

I didn't know where you were.

I didn't know.

No, Mama. I took a bus to Main Street

and I bought cloth for a dress.

You are not to go anywhere

but to school and back. You know that.

Mama, before you say anything else,

I've been asked to prom.

(CLATTERING)

Mama, I've been asked to prom.

Oh, God, why?

It's next Saturday and

he's a very nice boy.

And he'll come and meet you before

and he promised to have me home by 10:30.

- No, no, no.

- I already accepted.

I know this scares you.

It scares me, too.

The other kids,

they think I'm weird.

But I don't want to be.

I have to try to be a whole person.

Before it's too late.

He'll hurt you.

No, Mama.

No, Mama, there are bad people,

but not Tommy.

He's good.

You'll like him. He's a very nice boy.

Boys, boys. After the blood,

comes the boys sniffing,

slobbering like dogs.

Stop it, Mama.

He's going to paw at you until he finds

where that blood smell comes from.

He's going to take you, Carrie,

in his car out to the wilderness,

out where it's cold

and the roadhouses are and the whiskey.

Stop being so crazy.

You tell that boy you're not going.

No.

We'll move from here.

We're never going to stop moving.

You're going to go to your closet

and you're going to pray.

You're going to get in there

and you're going to pray for forgiveness.

No, never again, Mama!

(SCREAMS)

(CREAKING)

(WHIMPERS)

(CREAKING)

Mama, stand up.

(WHIMPERING)

Mama, stand up!

(SCREAMING)

Mama, I'm going.

- Witch.

- I'm not a witch, Mama.

There are no witches.

The devil's got her now.

Like he did before.

It's not the devil, Mama.

There are other people out there like me

who can do what I can do.

You poor child.

Don't you know he's working through you?

Mama, it's inherited.

It was passed down from Grandma

and it skipped you.

You know that. Maybe it came from Daddy.

He gave me a cancer.

I thought you were cancer.

(SCREAMS)

- That's awful. Don't say that.

- She's lost to me.

Pray all you want, Mama, but I'm going.

(MARGARET PRAYING INDISTINCTLY)

And nothing's going to stop me.

(SCREAMS)

(SOBBING)

And I don't want to talk about it anymore.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)

What are we doing?

What does this have to do

with Carrie White?

Baby, you said

you wanted us to do something about her.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(SNORTING)

(LAUGHING)

It's a piggy!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Here, piggy, piggy.

KENNY:
Here, piggy, piggy.

JACKIE:
It smells like sh*t in here.

Chris, pick one. Pick one

that looks like her.

Pig's blood for a pig.

(CHUCKLES)

(BOYS IMITATING PIGS GRUNTING)

CHRIS:
That one.

BILLY:
Go on.

One quick swing, all right?

I got this.

Don't worry, little piggy,

Uncle Jack is going

to bash your head right in.

You're not going to feel one...

BILLY:
Shut up! Do it already. Jesus.

(PIG SNORTING)

(WHIMPERS)

(PANTING)

I can't.

God, you guys are such goddamn pussies.

BILLY:
Shut up!

I'm sorry, Billy.

(GRUNTS)

(PIG SQUEALS)

(WHISTLES)

Come on, you got this.

All right, it's just one quick slice and...

JACKIE:
Oh, my God.

(GROANS)

(PANTS)

(JACKIE LAUGHS) Good job, baby.

(ALL LAUGHING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Sue. Hey, are you okay?

(RETCHING)

(GAGS)

(VOMITS)

(PANTS)

(HUMMING)

There we go.

(CONTINUES HUMMING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(HUMMING)

(WHISPERING) Billy. Hurry up.

(CREAKING)

Oh, my God.

When the time comes,

I'll let you pull the rope, okay?

Oh, I plan on it.

(GASPS)

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SIGHS)

TINA:
Did you guys see Sue today?

She looked awful.

I know Chris isn't coming.

NICKI:
She's suspended.

Do you think she'll crash?

You never know with Chris, right?

So, I think I'm going to

have the after-party.

No.

- What do you think?

- Down?

BOTH:
No.

BOTH:
Yeah.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Whoo!

(LAUGHING)

(EXHALES)

Will you pin it on me, Mama?

Red.

I might have known it would be red.

It's pink.

I can see your dirty pillows.

Everyone will.

Breasts, Mama.

Breasts. You have them

and every woman has them.

Take off that dress, Carrie.

No.

Take it off and we'll burn it together

and pray for forgiveness.

Mama, it's modest.

Call that boy and tell

him you're not going.

You just tell him you're sick.

I don't want you to get hurt.

Or you could just be happy for me.

Mama, stop hurting yourself.

You know it's not going to make me stay.

(HORN HONKING)

He's not coming. It's a trick.

Same as always.

He's going to come.

They're going to laugh at you.

They're all going to laugh at you.

Mama, stop it.

I'm nervous enough as it is.

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

Thank you, sir.

You see, Mama?

You see, it's all going to be okay.

Oh, repent. It's not too late.

Mama, don't ruin this for me.

I'll be home early.

I'm going to have to

tell that boy the truth

that your father took me

and you were born of sin.

- You'll say nothing, Mama.

- And from that sin...

MARGARET:
From that sin

was born another.

The worst sin.

"A man or a woman who is a witch

among you is to be put to death. "

"You are to stone them. "

(GRUNTS)

I'm warning you, Mama.

The devil's hand.

Please don't do this.

There will be a judgment, Carrie.

As Jezebel fell from the tower, you too...

(MUFFLED YELLING)

(GROANING)

(GRUNTS)

Mama, you're not going to say

another word until I'm gone.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

(DOGS BARKING)

(GRUNTING)

(BANGING ON DOOR)

(GRUNTS)

Mommy, I'm sorry.

I love you.

I'll be home early.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

(GASPS)

(MUFFLED YELLING)

(MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(DOOR CREAKS)

Hi.

Hi.

Do I look okay?

You look beautiful.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Tommy, can we wait a minute?

Yeah, sure,

we can wait as long as you want.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Are you scared?

They're not that bad.

Besides, I need you in there.

Dancing by myself all night,

I'd look awful silly.

(CHUCKLES)

Here, let me fix this.

I think this is supposed

to go on your wrist.

There.

Are you ready?

(MUSIC PLAYING)

God, you look handsome, Ross.

Dawson!

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Don't worry. If they kill each

other, I'll dance with you.

Carrie, this is my best buddy,

George Dawson.

And this is his girlfriend, Erika.

She goes to Dover.

ERIKA:
Hi.

Come on, I'll show you the table.

I love your dress. Where did you get it?

I made it. (CHUCKLES)

No kidding. Really?

- Yeah.

- That's amazing.

(ALL CHEERING)

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