I Walked with a Zombie Page #9
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HOLLAND:
It's always stood there, Miss
Connell. I can remember it in my
grandfather's time and my father's.
I'm afraid it will have to remain.
BETSY:
But for Wes -- it must be a
temptation to him.
HOLLAND:
I've no sympathy with people who
can't resist temptation.
BETSY:
Still, I feel you should remove the
decanter. Wes is not an alcoholic
yet, Mr. Holland. But as a nurse I can
tell you that it won't be long before he is.
HOLLAND:
(coldly)
I'm afraid the decanter will have
to stay where it is. I engaged
you, Miss Connell, to take care of
my wife, not my brother.
They look at each other for a moment, then Betsy turns and
walks off without a word. Holland turns to rejoin Bayard at
the gate.
DISSOLVE:
EXT. TERRACE -- DINING TABLE -- NIGHT
It is a hot, windy night. The bushes in the garden move
violently with the gusts of wind. Even protected as they are
by the great glass hurricane lamps, the candle flames that
light the table are agitated and stir restlessly. Tonight
there are four people at dinner, Holland, Rand, Betsy, in a
simple print dress, and Jessica, in a lovely evening gown
that leaves her shoulders and arms bare. They have finished
the first portion of their meal and Clement is taking off the
soup plates. Somewhere off in the hills there is the
ululating sounds of a great sea conch being blown.
BETSY:
You don't seem very disturbed by
it. I've always thought Voodoo was
something to be scared of: the
drums sounded in the hills and
everybody was frightened.
HOLLAND:
I'm afraid it's not very
frightening. They have their songs
finally, as I understand it, one of
the gods comes down and speaks
through one of the people.
RAND:
For some reason, they always seem
to pick a night like this. This
wind even sets me on edge.
He reaches out with his hand and then looks around the table.
It is obvious something is missing. Both Betsy and Holland
notice his half-gesture. Betsy glances at Holland. He
smiles and nods.
RAND (CONT'D)
Clement.
Clement, busy at the sideboard, looks around toward him.
RAND (cont'd)
You've forgotten the decanter.
HOLLAND:
I think from now on, Wes, we'll try
RAND:
Oh, I see. The lord of the manor
has decided to abolish one of the
tribal customs.
Holland makes no answer. The conches blow wildly in the
hills and a flurry of wind sweeps the garden.
RAND (cont'd)
An economy move, I suppose. Or,
perhaps, Paul, you decided on a
finer moral standard for our happy
little household, now that Miss
Connell is with us.
Holland still keeps his silence, although the muscles in his
jaw twitch.
RAND (cont'd)
What are you trying to do, impress
her?
HOLLAND:
Let's drop it now, Wes. We can
talk about it later if you want.
Rand glowers at him and makes no immediate answer. A great
gust of wind blows across the garden. The candle flames
level out in one direction and then the other.
RAND:
But I want to talk now. Why have
you decided to take the whiskey off
the table? What's behind it? What
brewing this time, Paul?
HOLLAND:
(with a glance at Betsy)
Let's not discuss it, Wes.
The conches sound again in the hills, wildly and yet
monotonously.
RAND:
(with great sarcasm)
Let's not quarrel before the
ladies. Let's be reserved and
gentlemanly.
(jumping to his feet)
You were so gentlemanly when you
drove Jessica insane -- so polite
when you made her into that!
He subsides in his chair, shaken, entirely out of control.
He doesn't look at Holland, nor at Betsy but at Jessica.
They sit there for a moment in complete silence. Then
Holland, obviously holding in his temper, rises and says:
HOLLAND:
Miss Connell, I think it would be
best if I had Clement bring the
rest of your dinner to your room.
He turns and goes into the living room. Betsy also starts to
rise. Rand still stares at Jessica.
DISSOLVE:
INT. BETSY'S BEDROOM -- NIGHT
The room is in darkness. Betsy stands leaning against one of
the jalousies, looking out through the slit between two
panels. Over the scene comes the sad, masculine sorrow of
the Liebestod. It is being played well and forcefully on the
piano in the living room.
From her window Betsy can see Holland playing the piano.
INT. BETSY'S BEDROOM -- NIGHT
Betsy stands watching him. Then suddenly, as if compelled,
she leaves the window, opens the jalousied door and goes
quickly out into the garden.
Holland is still playing. The sound of the door opening is
heard. It startles him and he turns toward the sound. He
sees Betsy and rises to face her as she steps into the room.
BETSY:
I heard you playing.
HOLLAND:
(trying to hide behind
brittleness)
I often do.
BETSY:
(disregarding his remark)
I know what you went through
tonight. I kept thinking of what
you said:
that all good things diedhere, violently.
HOLLAND:
Why did you come in here?
BETSY:
I don't know. I wanted to help
you. And now that I'm here, I don't
know how.
Holland comes close to her and looks down into her eyes.
HOLLAND:
(with unexpected
sincerity)
You have helped me. I want you to
know I'm sorry I brought you here.
When I thought of a nurse, I
thought of someone hard and
impersonal.
BETSY:
(looking past him into the
garden)
I love Fort Holland.
HOLLAND:
What you saw tonight -- two
brothers at each other's throat and
a woman driven mad by her own
husband? Do you love that?
BETSY:
You didn't drive her mad.
HOLLAND:
Didn't I? I don't know. That's
the simple truth of it. I don't
know.
Betsy shakes her head and moves closer to him. Her face,
upturned to his, is filled with pity.
HOLLAND (cont'd)
Before Jessica was taken ill, there
was a scene. An ugly scene. I
told her I wouldn't let her go,
that I'd hold her by force if
necessary.
Betsy puts her hand on his arm, in an instinctive gesture of
sympathy and comfort. Holland looks down at her hand and
then, searchingly, into her face.
HOLLAND (cont'd)
You wouldn't understand that kind
of love. You never knew Jessica as
she was. Beautiful, restless,
willful -- living in a world with
room for nothing but her own image
and her own desires.
Betsy gently draws her hand away. She watches his face, lost
in remembering.
HOLLAND (cont'd)
She promised so much -- warmth and
sweetness...she promised --
In the hills the conches blow wildly, echoing and answering
each other from every direction. For a brief moment, the
noise is so loud Holland could not speak if he wanted to and
then, when he can, and does, his voice has changed entirely.
It is cold. It cuts between him and Betsy like a sword.
HOLLAND (CONT'D)
I think it may be best for all of
us not to discuss this again.
Thank you -- I know you meant to be
kind.
DISSOLVE:
EXT. FOUNTAIN -- NIGHT
Betsy stands looking into the dark cistern. The wind still
blows and the conches are sounding from the hills. But the
noise of the water flowing over the shoulders of St.
Sebastian can be heard above these other sounds. The iron
arrows in his breast glisten.
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