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EXT. LOUIS
LOUIS:
Come on, Church! Chow down!
EXT. CHURCH
He crosses to the stoop and begins eating the food.
LOUIS (to himself)
Christ. I don't believe this.
He picks CHURCH up. CHURCH miaows again--he wants the food.
LOUIS (wincing)
God, you stink, Church.
CHURCH is looking at the food, trying to get out of LOUIS'S arms.
LOUIS:
In a second.
He tilts the cat's head back so he can get a look at CHURCH'S
neck.
EXT. CHURCH'S NECK, CU (LOUIS'S POV)
There's some sort of mark here--a clear remnantof the crash. A
line of white fur, or perhaps a dark red scar where no fur at all
grows.
EXT. LOUIS AND CHURCH, ON THE STOOP
LOUIS sees something else as he lets the cat's neck go. He tweezes
something out of CHURCH'S whiskers.
EXT. LOUIS'S HAND, ECU
It's a shred of green plastic.
LOUIS:
Chewed his way out. Jesus Baldheaded
Christ, he ch--
CHURCH suddenly claws at his face.
LOUIS:
Ow!
He claps his hand to his face. CHURCH leaps for the food. LOUIS
slowly takes his hand away. There are claw marks on his cheek,
welling blood. He looks at the cat.
EXT. JUD CRANDALL'S GARDEN, WITH JUD
The garden is a plot of about half an acre. JUD comes trundling
slowly along a row, pushing a wheelbarrow. There are several
pumpkins in it. JUD is wearing old khaki gardening pants and a
Ramones sweatshirt. He's wearing his headphones and we can hear
the Romantics doing "What I Like About You." JUD is singing along
and bopping a little--as much as his arthritis will allow, if you
can dig it.
He sees a real big pumpkin, stops, and bends over to get it.
He takes out his pocket-knife and slits the pumpkin-vine. He gets
the pumpkin in his arms and stands up. He turns...and LOUIS is
right there (kind of a cheap jump, but always fun), looking
totally stunned.
JUD, startled, drops the pumpkin. LOUIS reaches out and slides the
phones off JUD'S ears.
LOUIS:
What did we do?
LOUIS is sitting at the kitchen table. JUD is at the fridge. JUD
comes back with a couple of long-necked bottles of beer and opens
them.
JUD:
I most generally don't start before
noon, but this looks like an exception.
LOUIS:
What did we do, Jud?
JUD:
Why, saved a little girl from being
unhappy...that's all. Drink up, Louis!
LOUIS drinks about half the beer.
LOUIS:
I tried to tell myself I buried him
alive. You know--Edgar Allan Poe meets
Felix the Cat. But...
JUD:
Wouldn't wash?
LOUIS:
No. I'm a doctor. I know death when I
see it, and Church was dead. He smells
horrible and he uses his claws, but
he's alive...and I feel like I'm going
crazy. It was that place, wasn't it?
JUD:
Ayuh. It was the rag-man told me about
the place--Stanley Bouchard. Us kids
just called him Stanny B. He was half
Micmac himself.
LOUIS drains his beer.
LOUIS:
Can I have another one?
JUD:
I guess it wouldn't hurt.
He gets up and goes to the fridge.
INT. JUD, AT THE FRIDGE
JUD:
The Micmacs used to bury their dead
up there long before the whites came.
He returns to the table with the beer.
JUD:
They buried their dead and for a long
time their dead stayed buried. Then
something happened. Half the tribe died
in a season. The rest moved on. They
said a Wendigo had soured the ground.
LOUIS:
Wendigo?
JUD:
Spirit of the north country. Not a good
spirit. Wendigos are great liars and
tricksters, according to the stories.
And if one touches you...
JUD pauses, perhaps a flustered, and gathers his thoughts.
JUD:
Maybe it really was a Wendigo--
I ain't the one to say it wasn't--
or maybe it was just some disease.
Whatever the reason, those that were
left moved on. But they left that
place...the way it is now.
JUD shrugs, and drinks.
EXT. JUD AS A BOY, CU/SEPIA TONE DAY
The time here is about 1910. JUD is wearing short pants. He's
crying, not in any big-deal histrionic way, but as if he means to
keep doing it for a long time. I mean he looks really sad.
JUD (voice)
I loved my dog a lot, Louis. When Spot
died, I thought I was gonna die.
JUD is sitting on the front stoop. It's the same house JUD lives
in now, but the porch hasn't been added yet, and the road is dirt
rather than tar.
Along this road comes a horse-drawn wagon--STANNY B.'S wagon. The
wagon's full of junk, rags, bottles...stuff to sell and swap.
Strung across the top are bells, and we can hear their CHIMING
SOUND...but faint, like bells heard in a dream.
STANNY B. is old and drunk. Dust spumes up behind the wagon as he
draws up to the CRANDALL house and stops. He gets down, almost
falls, takes a bottle out of his back pocket, drinks, and
approaches JUD. We can see him speaking.
INT. JUD'S KITCHEN, WITH JUD AND LOUIS
LOUIS:
You and this old Indian rag-man--
JUD:
Stanny B. did for me what I did for
you last night, Louis. Only I wasn't
alone when Spot came back.
EXT. THE CRANDALL BACK YARD/SEPIA TONE DAY
JUD'S MOTHER is back to THE CAMERA, hanging sheets on the line.
The sheets billow. And suddenly, pushing out from behind them,
quite near her, is a small mongrel dog. SPOT. He's covered with
graveyard dirt. His eyes are red and rolling. He splashes the
sheets with the muck of his passage.
JUD (voice)
My mother was with me.
She sees who it is--what it is--and backs away, screaming,
horrified.
EXT. SPOT, CLOSER/SEPIA
JUD (voice)
He'd got caught in bobwire that infected.
You could still see the marks on him.
And so we can, around his neck and along the side of his head.
These marks are the counterpart of the marks we've already seen on
CHURCH.
SOUND of JUD'S MOM SCREAMING. Like the bells, these are screams
heard in a dream.
EXT. THE BACK STOOP OF THE CRANDALL HOUSE/SEPIA
The BOY JUD comes running out, dressed in a night-shirt.
EXT. JUD'S MOM/SEPIA (JUD'S POV)
She's cringing against the fence at the rear of the yard. SPOT
stands in front of her, swaying from side to side, as if doped.
JUD'S MOM (dim; far)
Get your dog, Jud! He stinks of the
ground you buried him in! Come here
and get your dog!
She is in utter terror.
EXT. THE BOY JUD/SEPIA
Horrified...ashamed.
EXT. JUD'S MOM/SEPIA
JUD'S MOM (terror)
INT. JUD AND LOUIS, IN JUD'S KITCHEN
LOUIS:
How did your mother take it, Jud?
How did she take it when your dog
came back from the dead?
JUD'S face is a complication. He's lying to LOUIS, certainly--but
is he also lying to himself? Yes, I think so.
JUD:
Well, she was a little upset at first,
and that's why I thought you ought to
hold your peace when you talked to
your people last night...you did, didn't
you, Louis?
LOUIS:
Yes.
JUD:
Why, then, things should be fine.
LOUIS:
A little upset is all she was? Because
I'll tell you, Jud, my brains feel a
little like a nuclear reactor on the
edge of a meltdown.
JUD:
She got used to the idea. Spot lived
another four years. He died peacefully
in the night that second time, and I
buried him in the Pet Sematary...where
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