Silver Bullet
- R
- Year:
- 1985
- 95 min
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FADE IN:
EXT. THE FULL MOON, CLOSE NIGHT
It nearly fills the screen, swimming mysteriously in the
warm late summer air.
SOUND:
Crickets.THE CAMERA PANS SLOWLY DOWN TO:
EXT. TRAIN TRACKS IN THE COUNTRY NIGHT - AND MOONLIGHT
CREDITS BEGIN.
A rail-rider comes chugging along the tracks. Aboard is
ARNIE WESTRUM, a big man in a strappy T-shirt and chino
pants. He is drinking beer.
ARNIE (sings)
My beer is Rheingold the dry beer...
Think of Rheingold whenever you buy beer...
He drains the rest of his own bottle of Rheingold and tosses
it to one side. Up ahead we see a switching point.
ARNIE throws the rail-rider into neutral, opens the toolbox
on the back, and brings out a big five-cell flashlight. He
shines it on the switch.
He gets a crowbar from the toolbox, plus a big wrench, a
pair of pliers, a hammer, and a pair of work gloves. He also
gets another bottle of beer and sticks it into his back
pocket.
ARNIE jumps down and approaches the switch.
CREDITS CONTINUE.
EXT. ARNIE, AT THE SWITCHING POINT NIGHT
He drops his tools, pulls on his work gloves, and trains the
light on the switch for a moment. During this:
ARNIE (sings)
It's not bitter, not sweet, it's a real
frosty treat, won't you try, won't you
buy Rheingold beer...
He tries the switch. No go. It's frozen.
ARNIE:
Stuck tighter'n dogshit in a deep freeze!
He takes the bottle of beer from his back pocket and fishes
a churchkey from one of the front ones. He pops the cap and
drinks deeply. He burps. Then he screws the half-empty
bottle of beer into the cinders so it won't fall over. Then
he picks up his crowbar.
CREDITS CONTINUE.
EXT. THE RAIL-RIDER NIGHT
There's a SOUND of bushes shaking. Something comes out -
something huge. It leaps limberly onto the rail-rider. It is
a werewolf with greenish-yellow eyes. Tatters of clothes
still hang from it.
What kind of monster, exactly? It is humanoid as well as
wolfish... and when we learn who it is in its human form, we
should be able to spot the resemblance at once...and kick
ourselves for not knowing earlier.
It crouches there, huge and bushy and fanged and deadly, on
the whole rail-rider.
CREDITS CONCLUDE.
EXT. ARNIE NIGHT
He's working the crowbar into the junction point just as
hard as he can. Swearing at it under his breath. Suddenly,
both the tracks and the switch move.
ARNIE:
Hot damn! Now... a little oil...
He turns back toward the rail-rider.
EXT. ARNIE, ARRIVING AT THE RAIL-RIDER NIGHT
ARNIE:
It's not bitter, not sweet... it's
a big f***in' treat...
A NOISE - bushes rattling; cinders clinking and rattling.
ARNIE looks around.
EXT. THE RAILS AND THE SWITCHING POINT, ARNIE'S POV NIGHT
Nothing there. His bottle of beer stands by the litter of
his tools.
EXT. ARNIE, AT THE RAIL-RIDER NIGHT
He's rooting around in the toolbox, back to the switching
point.
EXT. ARNIE'S BOTTLE OF BEER, CU NIGHT
A hairy hand/paw closes around it - we see huge curved claws
on that hand.
EXT. THE WEREWOLF'S FACE, CU NIGHT
Glaring green-yellow eyes; a savage, beastial face which is
still half human. That's all we see. The rest is in shadow.
It opens its mouth and upends the bottle of beer. Foamy
Rheingold begins gurgling down the werewolf's throat.
EXT. ARNIE AT THE RAIL-RIDER NIGHT
He comes up with an old-fashioned oilcan, the kind with the
long spout. He starts back to the switching point, waving
the can.
ARNIE (sings)
My beer is Rheingold the dry beer...
Think of Rheingold whenever you fry beer...
He arrives, looks down... and stops singing. His eyes widen.
EXT. THE CINDERS BY THE TRACK, ARNIE'S POV NIGHT
We can see the hole where ARNIE put his beer, but it is of
course empty. Beside it are two huge prints in the cinders,
half wolf, half human.
EXT. ARNIE NIGHT
He's beginning to be afraid. Beginning to look around to see
what might be out here with him. Beginning to realize he is
in extremely deep sh*t.
SOUND:
A SHATTERING, SNARLING ROARIt rises up on its hind legs, eyes glaring an ugly yellow
green. Its snout wrinkles back, revealing those teeth.
EXT. ARNIE NIGHT
He's craning back to look at the thing, his face a grue of
horror.
ARNIE:
Oh n-
A huge clawed hand/paw comes sweeping down. ARNIE's head is
granted an immediate Reno-style divorce from the rest of his
body.
EXT. THE RAIL-RIDER NIGHT
SOUND of the beast approaching. A hairy arm and taloned hand
reaches into the toolbox bolted to the back and rummages.
The hand is dripping blood.
It comes up with a bottle of Rheingold.
The WEREWOLF begins to sing. It is a bizarre funny-horrible
grunting, the words hellishly recognizable.
WEREWOLF (gutteral; subhuman)
My beer is Rheingold the dry beer...
No bottle opener for this thing; it brings the neck of the
bottle down sharply on the edge of the toolbox. Beer foams
out.
EXT. THE WEREWOLF'S FACE, IN DEEP SHADOW NIGHT
He/It rams the jagged neck of the bottle deep into its mouth
and drinks. Foam drizzles down its pelt. It's grinning.
WEREWOLF (snarling voice)
Think of Rheingold whenever you buy beer...
The bottle is empty. There are CRUNCHING SOUNDS as it begins
to eat the bottle.
Blood begins to run out of its mouth; its face wrinkles in
pain and fury. It spits out broken, bloody jags of glass.
Looks up. It HOWLS.
EXT. TARKER'S MILLS NIGHT - MOONLIGHT
We're looking at Main Street of a small country town - might
be New England, might be mid-South. Might be 1984, might be
1981. This is Tarker's Mills, and in places like this, time
moves more slowly. Cars - not too many - move back and
forth. No one is in a hurry.
We see the Methodist church (and the parsonage next door);
Andy's Sporting Goods; Owen's Pub, with its Narragansett
neon sign. We see a barber shop with a striped pole; we see
the Holy Family Catholic Church and the rectory next door.
We see the Gem Theater, which is showing a revival of Sophia
Loren in "Two Women."
It's Our Town, U.S.A.
JANE (voice-over)
This place is Tarker's Mills, where I
grew up... and this is how it was when I
was fourteen - a place where people cared
about each other as much as they cared
about themselves. This is how my town
looked as, all unknowing, it approached the
rim of the nightmare. The killing had begun.
SOUND:
The HOWL of the WEREWOLF - distant, a bit dreamy.EXT./INT. TARKER'S MILLS MONTAGE NIGHT
a.) VIRGIL CUTTS, owner of Virgil's Texaco, is filling up a
car. We hear the HOWl... and VIRGIL looks up uneasily.
b.) In the barber shop, BILLY McCLAREN, the barber, is just
taking the apron off the Methodist minister, REV. O'BANION.
They both look around.
c.) Folks are coming out of the Gem Theater. They pause at
the sound of that HOWL and look toward the edge of town.
EXT. THE SETTING MOON, CU NIGHT
As JANE speaks, we see the moon sink below the horizon.
JANE (v-o)
The killing had begun, but at first no
one knew it. Arnie Westrum was a chronic
drunk, and what happened seemed like an
accident.
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