Pet Sematary Page #5
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- 1989
- 103 min
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ELLIE (a little awed)
Yes, sir.
They start to walk slowly back toward the arch.
It's clear she's impatient and out-of-sorts with the whole thing.
RACHEL (calls)
Louis, can we go? I'm tired!
EXT. LOUIS, ELLIE, JUD
ELLIE:
Mommy! This is a place where dead
animals talk! Mr. Crandall said so!
But RACHEL is not amused. She doesn't like any of this.
RACHEL (soft)
Did he.
LOUIS:
My wife is not crazy about cemeteries
of any kind. As you may have noticed.
JUD:
Me neither. But I believe in knowing
your enemy.
LOUIS looks at him, startled, then decides this is a joke. He
laughs. JUD smiles, a trifle thinly.
The men rejoin RACHEL and ELLIE.
LOUIS (voice)
Did we take too long?
RACHEL (curt)
Well, if supper's burned, I'm not
the one going out for pizza.
They move away.
EXT. THE DEADFALL, FROM THE ARCH
The face we saw at the beginning of the movie wasn't there when
the visitors were there...but it's sure there now, leering at us.
INT. THE KITCHEN TRASH CAN NIGHT
There are two greasy boxes poking out with NAPOLI PIZZA stamped on
them. Guess dinner was burned.
THE CAMERA PULLS BACK and we se LOUIS sitting at the kitchen
table. The table is covered with newspapers. On it, LOUIS is
putting together a complicated model boat, using glue and
tweezers. He's wearing glasses.
ELLIE comes in, wearing a nightgown. She watches him for awhile.
LOUIS (not looking around)
Hi, babe.
ELLIE:
Daddy, that Pet Sematary is there
because of the road, isn't it?
LOUIS looks around at her, surprised.
ELLIE:
That's what I think. I heard
Missy Dandridge tell Mom when
Church was fixed he wouldn't
cross the road so much.
LOUIS:
Well, it's always better to take
precautions--but I'm sure Church
will be all right, honey...
INT. JUST OUTSIDE THE KITCHEN DOOR
RACHEL is coming along with some dirty dishes. She hears voices
and stops, listening, her face troubled and afraid.
ELLIE (voice)
No he won't! Not in the end! He won't
be all right in the end no matter how
you fix 'im!
Ellis has started to cry.
ELLIE:
In the end he's gonna croak, isn't he?
LOUIS:
Lovey...Church might be still alive when
you're in a high school...and that's a
very long time.
ELLIE:
It doesn't seem long to me. It seems
short. I think the whole thing about
pets dying s-s-sucks!
Poor kid's bawling her eyes out now. LOUIS folds her into his arms
and she hugs him tightly, wanting his comfort.
LOUIS:
If it was up to me I'd let Church live
to be a hundred...but I don't make up
the rules.
ELLIE (muffled)
Well who does? God, I suppose. But he's
not God's cat! He's my cat! Let God get
His own, if He wants one! Not mine! Not
mine! Not--
She breaks down completely, sobbing, and LOUIS rocks her back and
forth.
INT. THE HALLWAY OUTSIDE THE KITCHEN, WITH RACHEL
She is crying silently.
INT. ELLIE'S BEDROOM NIGHT
She is a dimly perceived hump in the darkness. An oblong shaft of
light falls on her, illuminating her more clearly. She's asleep
with her teddy encircled by one arm and her thumb corked into her
mouth.
RACHEL looks at her daughter with infinite love and then quietly
closes the door.
INT. LOUIS'S AND RACHEL'S BEDROOM NIGHT
LOUIS is in his pajamas, propped up on pillows on his side of the
bed. There a number of medical books scattered around him and he's
making notes from one as RACHEL comes in.
RACHEL:
She's finally asleep.
LOUIS:
She was a little over-excited,
that's all. Poor kid.
RACHEL:
It was that place. That creepy cemetery
up in the woods. Whatever disease the
kids in this town have got, I don't want
Ellie to catch it.
LOUIS:
Jesus, Rachel, what's got into you?
RACHEL:
Do you think I didn't hear her tonight,
crying as if her heart would break?
Here she is thinking Church is going to
die.
It should be clear to us by now that, despite her words, RACHEL is
much more upset than ELLIE was. LOUIS slowly puts his notebook
aside and caps his pen.
LOUIS:
Rachel...someday Church is going to
die.
RACHEL (whirls on him)
That is hardly the point! Church is
not going to die today, or tomorrow--
Never mind. I can see you don't have
the slightest idea what I'm talking about.
She stalks to the bathroom, which adjoins. LOUIS follows. She goes
in and slams the door. He goes for the knob.
LOUIS:
Rachel--!
LOUIS stares at the door, bewildered and upset.
EXT. ROUTE 9 NIGHT
Here comes a big Orinco truck, droning along, headlights glaring.
INT. LOUIS'S AND RACHEL'S BEDROOM
The headlights of the truck illuminate the room and we see LOUIS
and RACHEL asleep, each as far over to his/her own side as he/she
can get, with a big empty space in the middle.
Lights and TRUCK SOUNDS slowly fade.
INT. GAGE MORNING
Cheerful little clots of scrambled eggs are scattered all the way
across the tray of his high-chair--it looks a little like a map of
the Pacific islands done by a guy who only had a yellow crayon.
Now he scoops up a handful and throws them.
INT. THE KITCHEN TABLE, WITH ELLIE
Splat! Eggs on the serving plate of toast.
ELLIE:
Yee-uck! Gross!
INT. THE KITCHEN, A WIDER SHOT
RACHEL is at the sink, doing dishes (we see the blackboard with
its message near her).
LOUIS comes in, wearing a sport-coat and slacks, ready for his
first day on the job...and ELLIE is in a pretty first day of
school dress.
LOUIS:
He can't help it, babe. Emily Post is
going to be beyond him for a few years.
Here is the cat-carrier with CHURCH inside it. He waows unhappily.
INT. THE KITCHEN TABLE, WITH ELLIE AND GAGE
ELLIE gets down and goes across to the cat-carrier.
ELLIE:
I don't want him to get his nuts
cut, daddy! What if he dies?
INT. RACHEL AND LOUIS, BY THE SINK
LOUIS looks shocked and amused by ELLIE'S colorful choice of
words.
LOUIS:
Good God! Where'd you hear that?
INT. ELLIE
ELLIE:
Missy Dandridge. And she says it's a
operation!
INT. RACHEL AND LOUIS, BY THE SINK
LOUIS tries to kiss RACHEL'S mouth. She turns her head slightly so
he gets her cheek instead. She's still mad. LOUIS'S amusement
dies.
RACHEL:
Honey, Church will be fine.
INT. ELLIE, BY THE CAT CARRIER
ELLIE:
But what if he dies and has to
go to the Pet Sematary?
INT. LOUIS AND RACHEL, BY THE SINK
She gives him a look as if to say: "There! Now do you understand
what you did?"
RACHEL:
Don't be silly. Church is not going
to die.
LOUIS:
According to what Mr. Crandall says, the
road's a lot more dangerous than the
operation. Church will be just the same.
Well--almost the same--and we won't have
to worry about him getting turned into
catburgers by one of those damn Orinco
trucks.
At this RACHEL tightens up still more in that funny way--she's
actually angered by LOUIS'S reference to catburgers--but under the
anger we sense she is deeply shocked, as a prudish woman might be
shocked by a dirty joke. For RACHEL, that's just what death is.
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