I Walked with a Zombie Page #17

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MED. CLOSE SHOT -- Rand. He walks forward to secure the

returning body. This time, he picks it up in his arms and

starts wading forward.

Rand is walking forward with the body in his arms. The sea

is up to his hips. The outgoing surge tugs at him. He

struggles to regain his footing, misses and is drawn out to

sea.

EXT. SEA -- NIGHT -- (PROCESS)

The stars seem to have fallen to the surface of the sea. We

see lights here and there, only a few feet from the water,

flaring and sparkling.

EXT. SEA -- FLOUNDER FISHERMAN -- NIGHT -- (PROCESS)

MED. LONG SHOT. This is a closer shot of the scene and

identifies the lights. There are torches held in the hands

of black fisherman, up to their knees in water, spearing

flounders by torch light.

EXT. SEA -- NIGHT -- (PROCESS)

CLOSEUP -- flounder fisherman. He is moving slowly through

the shallow water his spear raised. Suddenly, he makes a

darting strike with his spear. With a cry of triumph, he

holds aloft a struggling flounder. He disengages it from the

spear and puts it into the sack slung from his belt.

MED. CLOSE SHOT -- another fisherman. He, too, is moving

stealthily forward, spear poised, torch held low.

Something on the surface of the water near-by attracts his

attention and he lifts up his torch, the periphery of the

light widening as he holds it aloft. The widening light

reveals the dead body of Jessica afloat on the surface of the

water, pallid and dreamlike, her wet, white garments clinging

like cerements. The fisherman looks for a moment at the body

and then calls off to one of the other fishermen.

LONG SHOT -- flounder fishermen, their lights all converging

on a central light.

EXT. BEACH -- NIGHT

MED. CLOSE SHOT. A group of flounder fishermen come out onto

the land. They are carrying the bodies of Jessica and Rand.

They start in the direction of Fort Holland.

EXT. GATES AT FORT HOLLAND -- NIGHT

The fishermen come in bearing their tragic burdens. Rand's

body is carried on the shoulders of four fishermen. Behind

walks Carre-Four and in his gigantic arms is the body of

Jessica; her wet hair and garments dripping from the great

arms of the still-living Zombie. The upheld torches and

spears of the fishermen give a weird, processional feeling to

the group.

EXT. DINING TERRACE -- NIGHT

Holland, Betsy and Mrs. Rand stand watching the fishermen

bringing in the bodies of the dead. Across the garden from

the fountain stands the little group of house servants also

watching. The procession passes the fountain of St.

Sebastian and the CAMERA GOES IN to show the glistening sad

face of the saint.

FADE OUT:

FADE IN:

EXT. STREET CORNER -- OTTOWA -- DAY

The CAMERA, as in the first portion of the script, PANS DOWN

the sign, pausing for a moment at the firm name of the

Parrish & Burden Sugar Company. Then it CONTINUES ITS

DOWNWARD MOVEMENT to disclose a portion of the street itself,

In the falling snow Betsy is standing with her back to the

camera, looking up at the sign.

BETSY'S VOICE

(narration)

It was a sad time at Fort Holland.

Mother Rand was completely broken

by the tragedy. But she's a woman of

courage. She's begun to build up her

life again at St. Sebastian -- It's a

good life and a full one. As for

Paul and me -- it wasn't a simple

problem for either of us.

A CLOSER SHOT of Betsy as she stands waiting. She is dressed

in a fur-collared coat and has a little round fur cap on her

head. She looks very attractive and very happy. The door of

the office opens and Paul Holland comes out, muffling up his

overcoat. Betsy takes a half step to meet him. He takes her

arm with a well-used and familiar gesture.

PAUL:

Sorry to keep you waiting, darling!

I thought I'd never get away.

Invoices and stock lists piling up

all day long. The balmy tropics

were never like this.

BETSY:

(giving his arm a little

squeeze as they start

walking toward the

camera)

I wouldn't have minded waiting. I

never mind waiting for you -- only

we're dining with the Wilkins. I

don't want it said all over Ottowa

that the Hollands are always late.

They pass the camera which HOLDS for a moment on the sign and

the falling snow, then we

FADE OUT:

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