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JUD stops. LOUIS looks glad of the rest; he's sweating and there
are wide dark patches under his arms where the Gerrypak's straps
are.
LOUIS:
Who owns the woods up ahead? Paper
companies?
JUD:
Nope. The Micmac Indians. What's up
ahead is all that's left of their
tribal lands.
ELLIE (giggling)
Micmac, Ricmac, Kickmac, Sickmac.
JUD (smiles)
Ayuh, it's a funny word, ain't it?
You tired of totin' that yowwen yet, doc?
LOUIS:
Not yet...how much further is it?
JUD:
Aw, you'll be okay. Less than a mile.
He starts off again, fresh as a daisy. ELLIE scampers after him.
LOUIS rolls his eyes at his wife and RACHEL rolls hers back. Then
they press on.
EXT. THE ARCH READING PET SEMATARY
EXT. JUD AND THE CREEDS, ON THE PATH
JUD (stopping)
This is the place, honey.
ELLIE is of course second. Se tries to read the words on the arch
but can't. She whips around to look at her mother.
ELLIE:
What's it say, mommy?
A strange expression has come over RACHEL'S face--she doesn't like
this. Not a bit.
RACHEL:
It says Pet Cemetery, hon. It's
misspelled, but...that's what it
says.
She runs for the arch. RACHEL starts; looks more uneasy than ever.
RACHEL:
Ellen--!
EXT. ELLIE
She's almost under the arch. She looks back, questioning.
EXT. RACHEL, LOUIS, JUD
RACHEL (a bit lame)
Be careful.
EXT. ELLIE
She goes racing into the Pet Sematary.
EXT. RACHEL, LOUIS, JUD
JUD lights a cigarette with a wooden match, using his thumbnail.
JUD:
I told you it was a bad road,
Louis--it's killed a lot of pets
and made a lot of kids unhappy.
But at least something good come
of it. This place.
ELLIE (excited voice)
Mom! Dad! Y'oughtta see it!
EXT. ELLIE, AT THE EDGE OF THE SEMATARY
She surveys the rude markers with puzzled delight, then runs
toward the center, pausing to investigate some of the markers as
she goes. We clearly see the symmetrical pattern of rings.
EXT. RACHEL, LOUIS, JUD
They are walking slowly toward that rude archway. LOUIS is
extremely interested in all this, but it's becoming clearer and
clearer that RACHEL is troubled. They stop and look in.
RACHEL:
How can you call it a good thing?
A graveyard for pets killed in the
road! Built and maintained by broken-
hearted children!
JUD:
Well, but Missus Creed! It ain't
quite that way, deah!
LOUIS:
I think it's rather extraordinary.
RACHEL:
Extraordinarily morbid, maybe.
She's growing more and more upset. JUD looks at her curiously.
JUD:
Well...they have to learn about death
somehow, now don't they, Missus Creed?
The little ones?
RACHEL (coldly)
Why?
JUD:
Well...well, because--
ELLIE (voice)
Mommy! Daddy! Look at me!
EXT. ELLIE, ON THE DEADFALL
She has begun to climb it, and this looks like an extremely
dangerous proposition. ELLIE, however, is having the time of her
life. A branch breaks under one of her feet and she switches
nimbly to the next one up.
EXT. THE GROWNUPS, AT THE ARCH
JUD (alarmed)
No, honey! You don't want to go
climbing on that! Come on down!
He hurries in.
EXT. ELIIE, ON THE DEADFALL
She looks back at JUD.
ELLIE:
It's okay, Mr. Crandall--
EXT. ELLIE'S FOOT, CU
The branch she's on breaks with a dry CRRRACK. Her foot drops down
suddenly.
EXT. ELLIE AND JUD
She totters backward, pinwheeling her arms, and JUD catches her as
she falls. Not much of a catch because she wasn't too far up.
LOUIS joins JUD and ELLIE. GAGE jounces along on his back.
LOUIS:
Have you got a death-wish, Ellen?
ELLIE:
Well, I thought it was safe--
JUD:
Best never to go climbing on old blowdowns
like this, Ellie--sometimes they bite.
ELLIE:
Bite?
JUD:
Ayuh.
EXT. RACHEL, STANDING AT THE ARCH
Her discomfort makes one thing very clear--she doesn't want to
come in.
RACHEL (calls)
Is she all right, Louis?
EXT. LOUIS, JUD, ELLIE
LOUIS (calls back)
Fine! Come and see!
EXT. RACHEL, STANDING AT THE ARCH
RACHEL (calling)
I think I'll sit this one out, doc.
EXT. LOUIS, JUD, ELLIE--BY THE DEADFALL
ELLIE:
I want to look around, daddy--
may I?
LOUIS:
For a little while.
JUD looks toward:
EXT. RACHEL AT THE ARCH (ELLEN IN F.G.)
RACHEL has retreated a bit. She sits on the pine needle carpet of
the path, opens her purse, and draws out cigarettes.
EXT. LOUIS AND JUD
JUD looks at LOUIS as if to say "What's all this about?" LOUIS
looks away.
ELLIE (voice)
Dad! Daddy! Look! A goldfishie!
EXT. ELLIE
She runs from one tombstone to the next, cheerful as maybe only a
kid could be in such a place. She looks at BIFFER'S tombstone; at
SMUCKY'S.
They are walking slowly toward her. LOUIS is looking at the
tombstones.
LOUIS:
I can hardly read these.
JUD:
Ayuh--they get older as you go
toward the middle. (Points) Pete
LaVasseur's dog is buried there...
(points) the Stoppard boys' racing
pigeon that Missus Cowley's cat
got...and I think that's the cat
himself right there, although it's
been so many years I can't tell for
sure.
(calling)
Missy Ellen! Come over here just a
minute!
EXT. ELLEN
She runs amid the tombstones--they have worked their way near to
the center and there are quite a few of them--and joins the
adults.
JUD:
I see you're quite a reader for such
a little girl. Can you read that?
He points again, and Ellen goes over for a look-see.
EXT. ELLEN, AT THE GRAVE MARKER
It is a small slate marker slanted to one side. ELLEN reads the
words laboriously, tracing them with her finger.
ELLEN:
"Spot a good fellow we love you boy."
(Pause) "Owned by Judson...Judson..."
Gee, I can't read the rest.
EXT. JUD AND LOUIS
JUD:
Last name's Crandall, little missy.
LOUIS looks at him sharply as ELLIE rejoins them.
JUD:
That's where I buried my dog Spot
when he died of old age in 19 and
14. Dug it good and deep. By the
time I finished, I had blisters all
over my hands and a hell of a crick
in my back. Soil's stony up here.
ELLIE looks awed. LOUIS looks a little awed, too.
JUD sweeps a hand around, indicating the whole sematary, but is
still looking at ELLEN.
JUD:
Do you know what this place is,
Ellie? Oh, I know you know it's a
boneyard, but a bone ain't nothing
and even a whole pile of 'em don't
amount to much. Do you know what a
graveyard really is?
ELLIE:
Well...I guess not.
JUD:
It's a place where the dead speak,
Missy.
He sees her startled, uneasy expression and laughs. He ruffles her
hair reassuringly.
JUD:
No--not right out loud. Their stones
speak...or their markers. Even if the
marker ain't nothing but a tin can
someone wrote on with a Magic Marker,
it speaks. Ain't that so, Louis?
LOUIS:
I think it is so, Ellie.
ELLIE:
What if you can't read what's
written on there anymore?
JUD:
Well, it still says some animal got
laid down here after, don't it?
ELLIE:
Yes--
LOUIS:
And that someone cared enough about
that animal to mark the spot.
ELLIE:
To remember.
JUD (smiles)
Yes. To remember. This ain't a scary
place, Ellie. It's a place of rest
and speaking. Can you remember that?
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