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NORMAN (CONT'D)

All that’s left of you now is mean

and horrible!

He sees her clearly now. True, she is floating above the

ground, and her hair is writhing madly about her, and

plumes of spectral fire are pouring off her body, but

she’s still just a little girl underneath.

AGGIE:

That’s not true!

Norman climbs up a tree root, Aggie’s flames searing his

skin and clothes as he gets close enough to touch her.

NORMAN:

Then stop. This is wrong and you

know it! You’ve spent so long

remembering the bad people that

you’ve forgotten the good ones.

There must have been someone who

loved you and cared for you. You

don’t remember them?

AGGIE:

Leave me alone!

NORMAN:

But you’re not alone! You have to

remember!

AGGIE:

Keep away from me!

Norman reaches the end of the root and jumps. His

outstretched fingers shake madly as they approach Aggie’s

tiny hand, as though the air is fighting against him.

NORMAN:

Remember!

There is a flash of white, and silence.

FADE TO:

141 EXT. NEW FOREST CLEARING - BRIGHT SUNNY DAY 141

Dappled sunlight falls through shimmering leaves and

blossoms. Norman and Aggie are standing in thick grass,

replete with wild flowers, the dead white tree now quite

alive and blossoming behind them.

Aggie is no longer an indistinct specter, but flesh and

blood and as real as Norman. She stares down at her hand

as Norman holds it gently by the end of her finger.

AGGIE:

Aggie. My name was Aggie.

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A brightly-colored butterfly flutters between them. Aggie

starts to remember as she follows its flight.

AGGIE (CONT’D)

I... I remember my mommy brought

me here once. We sat under the

tree and she told me stories. They

all had happy endings.

(brow furrows)

And then those horrible men came

and took me away and I never saw

her again!

She scowls angrily at the butterfly flitting past her

face. It instantly crumples up into ashes. Surprised, she

GASPS and watches the blackened dust fall to the ground.

There’s anger in Aggie, but there is confusion, sadness

and regret there too. She isn’t quite so scary anymore.

NORMAN:

Sometimes when people get scared

they say and do terrible things. I

think you got so scared, that you

forgot who you are. But I don’t

think you’re a witch. Not really.

Aggie looks into his eyes.

AGGIE:

You don’t?

NORMAN:

I think you’re just a little kid

with a really special gift who

only ever wanted people to

understand her.

He smiles softly.

NORMAN (CONT’D)

So we’re not all that different at

all.

AGGIE:

But what about the people who hurt

you? Don’t you ever want to make

them suffer?

Norman thinks this over, and shrugs.

NORMAN:

Well, yeah, but what good would

that do? You think just because

there’s bad people out there that

there’s no good ones either? I

thought the same thing.

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NORMAN (CONT'D)

For a while. But there’s always

someone out there for you.

Somewhere.

Aggie frowns, looking lost.

AGGIE:

I just want my mommy...

NORMAN:

I’m sorry, Aggie. She’s gone.

AGGIE:

That story you were telling. How

does it end?

NORMAN:

I think that’s up to you.

Aggie blinks through tears at the grass beneath her feet.

AGGIE:

Is this where they buried me?

NORMAN:

It’s a pretty good place to sleep.

Then you can be with your mom

again.

Aggie holds Norman’s gaze, then looks down to the ground,

her tiny frame heaving with a last SOB. She sits down on

the grass and curls up, resting her head on her hands.

Norman kneels down next to her as she closes her eyes.

Her breathing grows deeper and more peaceful; her tiny

frame shifting softly under her long hair.

The air around them grows blurry and indistinct. Aggie

softens as though out of focus, and the whole world

becomes a swirling dance of glowing orbs. Norman closes

his eyes as a blizzard of light engulfs him, spiraling up

into the clouds high above his head.

Lightning flashes white far above and thunder RUMBLES

softly through the sky, as if moving away.

143 EXT. TOWN HALL - CONTINUOUS 143

The zombies form a group in the center of the square, all

of them looking up into the clouds. The people around

them stop and stare, awestruck as a breeze buffets their

clothes and the air around them begins to shimmer.

As the modern townsfolk watch on, some of the zombies

take each others’ arms for support. Those with eyelids

close them. One by one their bodies dissolve away,

leaving ethereal figures in their place.

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For a moment they float where they stood, ghostly

apparitions of the people they once were before the

curse. They stare sadly out at their flesh and blood

descendents, and in an instant become just specks of

light that are caught by the breeze and carried out of

sight.

142 EXT. OLD FOREST CLEARING - NIGHT 142

Norman blinks open his eyes, taking a moment to survey

the scene around him.

He sits upon the upturned root of the tree, the earth

around broken and twisted, a testament to what has

happened. He looks up into the sky and gives a sad smile.

NORMAN:

Sleep tight.

He clambers down through the roots back toward the path.

144 EXT. OLD FOREST TRAIL - CONTINUOUS 144

Norman wearily walks through the splintered roots to find

his family. Sandra shouts out when she sees him.

SANDRA BABCOCK:

Norman? Norman!

Sandra runs over to him and scoops him up in her arms,

hugging him tightly.

SANDRA BABCOCK (CONT’D)

My brave little man! I thought I

was going to lose you!

NORMAN:

Mom, you’re embarrassing me.

SANDRA BABCOCK:

That’s my job.

COURTNEY:

Good job, Norman.

Perry takes a deep breath and looks at his son. There is

relief and a hint of admiration in his eyes.

PERRY BABCOCK:

Well done, Son. You did it.

The Judge, stood some way behind them, lets out a GROAN,

and the Babcocks turn to look at him.

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They watch in awe as the Judge begins to turn to dust,

his ragged clothes and decayed body dissolving in the

rain. For barely a moment a shimmering ghostly figure is

left behind, an image of the man that once was. The

spirit blinks sorrowful eyes, then becomes nothing more

than a million glowing fragments dissipating on the

breeze.

146B EXT. NEW TOWN HALL - LATER 146B

The sky has lost its lurid pall, and the clouds are now

lighter and less menacing.

In the Town Square, clusters of townsfolk are trying to

come to terms with the night’s events.

Norman weaves through the crowd away from the Babcock’s

station wagon, searching for Neil. He hears small

snippets of conversation as he goes.

Dwayne waves his notebook under Hooper’s nose.

DEPUTY DWAYNE:

So, uh, are we gonna need

statements?

She slaps it out of his hand.

DEPUTY DWAYNE (CONT’D)

Ow! That was my finger nail.

Slob Guy, Crystal and Mrs Henscher are convincing each

other of their excuses.

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