Misery Page #6
- R
- Year:
- 1990
- 107 min
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PAUL lies still. He looks around the room and listens for sounds.
All he hears are the SOUNDS OF A WINTER NIGHT in the mountains.
After a few beats, he takes a deep breath and then begins his
greatest effort of all: to force his body out of bed, to make it
move.
He's still weak from what he's endured, but that's not the main
thing:
it's the pain. Any attempt at movement and his legs scream.He sags back, lies there still a moment. Slowly he tries to
maneuver his body off the bed. He rolls over onto his stomach,
then tries to lower himself onto the floor by moving down head
first. His good arm hits the floor, and he is able to hold himself
up but, realizing there is no way to get out of bed without
causing tremendous pain, he girds himself and flings himself out
of bed and comes crashing to the floor.
The pain is excruciating. After he regains his composure, he
slowly crawls toward the door.
He reaches up and tries the handle. It is, in fact, locked. He
awkwardly tries to slam up against the door, but it is much too
painful and to no avail. He crawls back over to the bed, realizes
there's no way to climb back in, then grabs the blanket from the
bed, wraps it around himself, and closes his eyes.
DISSOLVE TO:
BUSTER'S OFFICE. DAY.
He sits alone at his desk on the telephone, staring at the Rocky
Mountain Gazette spread in front of him.
CUT TO:
THE NEWSPAPER'S FRONT PAGE.
In a prominent spot on the top is what is most likely a book-
jacket photo of Paul. Above the picture is the following: "HAVE
YOU SEEN PAUL SHELDON?"
BUSTER is on the phone with Marcia Sindell.
BUSTER:
No, Ms. Sindell, there's no point in
coming up here now. Everything that
can be done is... Yes, we're working
closely with the state police, and
the FBI has been informed. Right...
Right... As soon as we know anything
we'll let you know. No, it's no
bother. Call anytime. Bye, Ms. Sindell.
VIRGINIA enters, carrying some files.
VIRGINIA:
Here's the list of all Sheldon's
credit charges. Nothing after the
Silver Creek.
(With a glance at his
dour face, she
indicates the photo)
Any calls?
BUSTER:
Just from his agent.
CUT TO:
BUSTER. His eyes flick up to her. An almost imperceptible shake of
the head.
HOLD FOR A MOMENT, then --
FACES. They are distorted, and they come into view but briefly,
then change into the next distorted face. All kinds -- there is no
order to them -- young, Oriental, female, male, pretty, sad,
black, not so pretty, happy, white, old -- what we HEAR is this:
"...You've changed my life..."
"...I'm your number one fan..."
"...I'm a really big fan of yours..."
"...I'm your biggest fan..."
"...Don't ever stop writing those Misery books..."
"...I've read all your books, but the Miserys... well..."
"...I'm your numbe rone fan..."
"...You've given me such pleasure..."
"...I feel like you're writing just for me..."
AND NOW, IT GETS KICKED UP IN SPEED AND ALL GOES FASTER, MANY
TIMES OVERLAPPING.
"...I love you...I'm your number one fan...I'm your biggest
fan...We love you...number one...love you...biggest...love
you...number one...number one... you poor dear thing..."
This last was said by Annie, out of focus, and for a moment, she
stays that way --
CUT TO:
THE ROOM, AS IT SNAPS BACK INTO FOCUS -- ANNIE is standing by the
bed. It is dusk.
She wears a dark blue dress and a hat with a sprig of flowers. Her
eyes are bright and vivacious -- the fact is, this is the
prettiest ANNIE WILKES has ever looked.
ANNIE:
What are you doing on the floor?
(crossing to the bed)
It's my fault. If I'd had a
proper hospital bed, this never
would have happened. Here, let me
help you back in.
(She lifts him back
into the bed, which
causes considerable
pain)
I know this hurts, but it'll only
take a few seconds. There you go.
Comfy?
PAUL:
(in pain)
Perfect.
ANNIE:
You're such a kidder. I have a big
surprise for you. But first there's
something you must do.
PAUL:
I don't suppose I could have a
little snack while I wait for the
surprise?
ANNIE:
I'll get you everything you want,
but you must listen first. Sometimes
my thinking is a little muddy, I
accept that. It's why I couldn't
remember all those things they were
asking me on the witness stand in
Denver.
Now she turns, goes to the doorway, keeping on talking. She is
never out of sight.
ANNIE:
But this time I thought clearly. I
asked God about you and God said "I
delivered him unto you so that you
may show him the way."
PAUL:
Show me the way?
ANNIE:
Yes.
She exits and re-enters wheeling something toward his bed. It's a
charcoal barbecue, the kind you use in summer for cooking
hamburgers. She holds several items in her arms: a box of Diamond
Blue Tip wooden matches, a can of lighter fluid. And most
noticeably, Paul's manuscript.
CUT TO:
ANNIE AND PAUL. He watches, mute, as she takes off the grill, puts
the manuscript into the barbecue itself where the charcoal goes,
spritzes it with lighter fluid. The grill is close enough to the
bed for him to reach out and drop a match.
PAUL:
When I mentioned a snack, I was
thinking more along the lines of a
cheese and crackers kind of thing.
CUT TO:
ANNIE, looking at him.
ANNIE:
Paul, this is no time for jokes. You
must rid the world of this filth.
She hands him the box of kitchen matches.
PAUL:
You want me to burn my book?
ANNIE:
(she nods)
Yes.
PAUL:
You want me to burn my book?
ANNIE:
I know this may be difficult for
you, but it's for the best.
PAUL:
This isn't difficult, my agent's
made dozens of copies. There's gonna
be an auction on this, and every
publishing house in New York is
reading it now. So if you want me to
burn it, fine. You're not ridding the
world of anything.
CUT TO:
ANNIE, watching him.
ANNIE:
(quietly)
Then light the match, Paul.
PAUL:
No big deal.
ANNIE:
So you've indicated. Do it.
CUT TO:
THE MATCHES. PAUL'S HANDS are starting to tremble now. He can't do
it.
ANNIE:
I know this is the only copy, Paul.
When you were twenty-four you wrote
your first book and you didn't make
a copy, because you didn't think
anybody would take it seriously.
But they did. And ever since you've
never made any copies because you're
superstitious -- it's why you always
come back to the Silver Creek Lodge.
You told that story to Merv Griffin
eleven years ago.
PAUL:
You know, Annie, this book never
would have survived without you.
When it gets to new York, there will
be a big auction, and whatever it
brings we can split.
(pause)
God knows you're entitled to it.
ANNIE:
Oh, Paul. This isn't about money.
It's about decency and purity. It's
about God's values.
PAUL:
You're right. You're right. I don't
know what I was thinking. I'll tell
you what. It doesn't have to be
published. Nobody ever has to see it.
I'll just keep it for myself. No one
will ever have to know it exists.
ANNIE:
As long as it does exist, your mind
won't ever be free. I think you
should light the match, Paul.
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