I Walked with a Zombie Page #4
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HOLLAND:
(looking at the food)
It seems very nice, Clement. I'll
take it to Mrs. Holland.
He starts to take the tray. Betsy rising, also reaches for
it.
BETSY:
Can't I take it for you?
HOLLAND:
(taking tray)
No, thank you. Tomorrow's time
enough for you to begin work.
He goes off with the tray. Betsy picks up a coffee cup.
LONG SHOT of tower. Holland enters the tower and closes the
door behind him.
DISSOLVE:
INT. BETSY'S ROOM -- NIGHT
Betsy, dressed in a trim negligee and slippers, is getting
ready for the night. She plumps up the cushion, tests the
softness of the mattress and then, yawning, turns out the
Aladdin kerosene lamp which lights the room. Level rays of
moonlight filter through the rattan blinds into the room.
Betsy crosses the room and peers out through the rattan
strips into the garden.
AS BETSY SEES IT. Lights are on in the living room. This
light, barred and diffused by the strip-blinds, softly
illuminates the garden. The black shadows of trees and
shrubbery loom over the paths. Through these shadows a
woman, dressed in filmy white, walks stiffly, her arms
hanging immobile, close to her slim body. She is blonde and
as far as the light will reveal, she seems beautiful. She
makes the circuit of the garden, pacing slowly along the
paths. Betsy watches her. Then, from the living room, a
man's voice calls out to her.
HOLLAND'S VOICE
Jessica.
The woman at once turns toward the living room, mounts the
porch and enters through a door held open for her.
INT. BETSY'S ROOM -- NIGHT
Betsy turns back into the room. She has crossed over to the
bed and is removing her negligee when the sound of hesitant
notes on the piano attract her attention. In her nightgown
she goes back to the window and peers through the cracks
between the laths.
INT. A CORNER OF THE LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT
From where she stands, Betsy can see the big, square,
rosewood piano. A lamp had been lit beside it and the light
from this lamp falls on the blonde hair and gleaming
shoulders of the woman who had walked in the garden. Her
face cannot be seen. Her fingers move strangely over the
keyboard, now and again striking a hesitant note, but making
no music, only an occasional dissonance.
INT. BETSY'S ROOM -- NIGHT
Betsy, still watching through the slit in the jalousie,
endeavors to get a better view of the living room. She
changes her position and looks out again through the blinds.
INT. ANOTHER CORNER OF THE LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT
As seen from Betsy's NEW ANGLE. Paul Holland is seated in a
low armchair. His eyes are fixed on the woman at the piano.
She continues to strike odd notes on the piano.
INT. BETSY'S ROOM -- NIGHT
Betsy leaves the window, crosses to the bed and lies down.
Then, sighing, she makes herself comfortable on the pillow,
settling herself for sleep. Outside the nightjars whistle
softly, the cicadas twitter and the Hammer tree frogs make
drowsy, somnolent little croaks: it is a tropic lullaby of
bird, batrachian and insect sound. The faint, groping notes
on the piano continue.
DISSOLVE:
EXT. THE FIGURE OF ST. SEBASTIAN -- NIGHT -- (MOONLIGHT)
In the moonlight, the pin-cushioned figure of St. Sebastian
broods over the dark water in the cistern. Above the
constant sound of the water flowing over the saint's
shoulders can be heard the sound of a woman crying,
mournfully and as if from deep-seated sadness.
INT. BETSY'S ROOM -- NIGHT
Betsy is asleep. The sound of the woman's weeping is
persistent in the room. Finally, it has its effect. The
young nurse stirs restlessly, then wakes. She listens, gets
up, then listens again.
EXT. THE TOWER DOOR -- NIGHT -- (MOONLIGHT)
INT. BETSY'S ROOM -- NIGHT
It is obvious to her this piteous keening comes from the
direction of the tower. It is in this direction she had seen
Holland carry the tray of food to her patient. She pulls on
her slippers and negligee and leaves the room.
EXT. THE FIGURE OF ST. SEBASTIAN -- NIGHT
Betsy crosses in front of the fountain and goes to the small
postern door of heavy, iron-bound oaks which leads into the
ruin. The sound of weeping continues. She tries the door.
It opens and she goes in, leaving it open behind her.
INT. THE GROUND FLOOR OF THE TOWER -- NIGHT
Betsy comes hesitantly in and looks around her. She can
still hear the sound of a woman's crying. It seems to come
from above her. A circling flight of shallow stone steps
lead upward into the dark. To one side of them, but almost
hidden from her in the darkness, is another door leading back
into the house. She hesitates a moment and then, slowly,
begins to climb the stairs.
INT. TOWER -- SECOND FLOOR -- NIGHT
Betsy comes up to the level of the second floor. It is in
pitch blackness. High above her is a narrow slit through
which a single shaft of white moonlight drives sharply into
the well-like darkness of the room. Very slowly, almost as
if feeling her way on the stone floor with her slippered
feet, she crosses the room. Then, one hand groping along the
rough, stone wall, she begins to circle the room, searching
for some doorway, or an ascending flight of stairs.
Above her in the massive rafters of the tower, bats stir and
squeak. One bat, dropping from his perch, sweeps past her
with a rushing of air against the taut membranes of his
wings, then flies laboriously up and out through the narrow
slit high in the wall. Betsy stands stock still, frightened.
Then she resumes her groping progress. A rat squeals and
slithers across the floor. Again she stops. Then, more as a
request for guidance than as a cry for help, she calls out
softly.
BETSY:
(calling)
Mrs. Holland! Mrs. Holland!
There is no answer. She gropes forward a few more steps,
then stops again and again calls, a little louder now.
BETSY (CONT'D)
(calling)
Mrs. Holland?
INT. FIRST FLOOR OF THE TOWER -- NIGHT
A white-robed female figure comes out from under the stairs,
walking slowly, her movements drift-like as if walking in
deep sleep. She begins slowly to climb the stairs.
INT. TOWER -- SECOND FLOOR -- NIGHT
Betsy is still groping her way around the circling walls of
the tower. The shaft of moonlight strikes down between her
and the stairs. Through it she sees the drifting, diaphanous
whiteness of the other woman as she comes up from the dark
stairwell.
BETSY:
Mrs. Holland?
There is no answer. The other woman continues to walk toward
her.
BETSY (cont'd)
(embarrassed; trying to
explain)
Mrs. Holland -- I didn't mean to
get you up --
The white woman keeps walking toward her with the same
entrance tread. Betsy takes a step forward to meet her. The
two women come together in such a way that the white-clad
woman stops directly in the shaft of moonlight.
CLOSEUP of Jessica. This is the face of the dead; bloodless,
cold-lidded, eyes open and unseeing, washed white with the
pallor of the moonlight, framed in lank, lifeless tresses of
blonde hair.
BETSY (cont'd)
(a frightened questioning
whisper over the closeup)
Mrs. Holland -- ?
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