Silver Bullet Page #11

SOUNDS OF CRUNCHING AND SCREAMING.

ROUNDS SHRIEKS. His hand and arm come up like the hand of a

drowning man. Then it's gone. ROUNDS is gone.

EXT. THE SKIRMISH LINE

They stand there, chest deep in mist, a conspicuous hole in

the ranks where EDGAR was.

EXT. BOBBY ROBERTSON, CU

BOBBY (moaning)

I can't move. Christ Jesus, I can't move!

EXT. THE SKIRMISH LINE IN THE RAVINE, A NEW ANGLE

The GROWLING STARTS AGAIN. THE CAMERA PANS SLOWLY UP THE

LINE. The mist swirls, hiding whatever's beneath.

EXT. ASPINALL, CU

ASPINALL (low)

I think we better start backing up, Andy.

Real slow. Real-

The LOW GROWL rises to a snarl. And from below the mist,

snarling and bestial but understandable, mocking ASPINALL'S

voice:

WEREWOLF (voice)

"Real slow! Real slow! Real slow!"

SOUND:
CHOMP!

ASPINALL SHRIEKS and tries to run. He falls into the mist.

There is another CHOMP. When he flounders up, half his face

is gone.

WEREWOLF (voice)

"Real slow! Real slow!"

A hairy arm rises from the mist and yanks ASPINALL down.

EXT. ANDY'S GROUP

They panic and break for it- MAGGIE, BILLY, and ANDY for one

side, BOBBY and OWEN for the other.

EXT. OWEN, WEREWOLF'S POV

THE CAMERA IS RUSHING THROUGH THE GROUND MIST- this is like

being in an airplane that's skimming the top of a cloud.

WEREWOLF (voice; laughing)

"Real slow! Real slow! Real slow!"

EXT. OWEN KNOPFLER

He's hit, as an unlucky swimmer might be hit by a shark. He

whirls around, raising the peacemaker bat.

OWEN:

Come on, then! You want to rock and roll

with me?

EXT. THE GROUND MIST, OWEN'S POV

For a moment there's nothing- and then the werewolf rises

out of it, eyes glaring green, muzzle and pelt slimed with

gore.

WEREWOLF:

"REEEEEL SLOW!"

EXT. MAGGIE AND ANDY

MAGGIE (shrieking)

Look at it! Holy God, Andy, look at that thing!

ANDY (groaning with fear)

I don't want to look at it.

He runs, while MAGGIE stares, mesmerized, at:

EXT. OWEN AND THE WEREWOLF

The WEREWOLF closes in on OWEN, who belts it a good one with

the peacemaker. The WEREWOLF swipes at him. OWEN ducks and

slams it again. The WEREWOLF roars with anger.

OWEN:

Come on, come on! You want to do the bop?

I'll bop you, motherf***er! Come on!

The WEREWOLF dives under the ground mist.

Uncertain, OWEN begins to back up, holding the bat in his

hands. OWEN is jerked down into the mist. He SCREAMS. The

peacemaker rises out of the ground mist and comes down.

Bonk! The WEREWOLF roars in pain. CHOMPING SOUND. OWEN

shrieks.

OWEN (voice)

Come on, you bastard!

The peacemaker rises out of the mist again. The hands

holding it are bloody. Blood runs down the bat. It descends.

Bonk! The WEREWOLF roars again. There is a GURGLING SCREAM

from OWEN... and then a curious SPLINTERING SOUND as the

WEREWOLF sinks its fangs into the bat.

EXT. THE RAVINE

THE CAMERA MOVES ABOVE as the WEREWOLF moves below, escaping

down the draw.

Pause. SOUND, IN THE B.G.- low but slowly getting louder: a

congregation singing "Bringing In the Sheaves" to the

accompaniment of a pipe organ.

WEREWOLF (sing-songy voice)

Bringing in the sheaves... bringing in the

sheaves... we shall come rejoicing... bringing

in the sheaves...

THE WEREWOLF FADES OUT; human voices singing the same hymn

overwhelm it and we

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. HOLY FAMILY CATHOLIC CHURCH, PULPIT POV MORNING

It's an almost exact reprise of #167. Most of the mourners

are crying; MRS. BOWIE playing the organ; MARTY'S chair

parked at the back. We can see UNCLE AL, MARTY, TAMMY, and

MRS. STURMFULLER, exactly as they were at BRADY KINCAID'S

funeral; in fact, this seems to be an instant reply of that

event. One difference: we can't see BRADY'S coffin. It's

below us. The hymn ends.

INT. FATHER LOWE, IN THE PULPIT

LOWE:

Mr. and Mrs. Kincaid have asked that there

be no mass said here this afternoon. They

did ask me to say a word of comfort to you

if I could.

INT. THE CONGREGATION, FEATURING HERB KINCAID

He sits in the first pew. In his grief he looks dead.

HERB:

There is no comfort, Father. Only private

justice.

INT. LOWE, AT THE PULPIT

He's thrown off his stride. Beginning to sweat. He's like an

actor trying to remember his lines.

LOWE:

Uh, if there's any word of comfort I can

give you, it's just this: the face of the

beast always becomes known; the time-

He looks down. His eyes widen in fear.

INT. THE COFFINS, LOWE'S POV

Yes, that's coffins- plural. Where BRADY'S coffin was

formerly, there are now six coffins, smothered with flowers.

INT. LOWE, IN THE PULPIT

He is badly scared now; sweat is dripping off him.

LOWE:

The time... the time of the beast always

passes. There are answers... ways... ways

to... to cope... if we turn to each other...

HERB (bestial voice)

Father-

LOWE looks toward:

INT. FIRST ROW PEW, WITH HERB KINCAID, LOWE'S POV

He's looking down at something in his hands. Now he looks up

and we see his face has become bestial. His eyes are green.

As we look at him, the transformation cotinues. He's turning

into a werewolf.

HERB (snarling)

It tore out his heart.

And sure enough, HERB KINCAID holds BRADY'S dripping heart

up in what were hands but which are now rapidly becoming

paws.

INT. LESTER LOWE, AT THE PULPIT

He staggers back, in terror.

LOWE (shrieks)

No!

INT. THE CONGREGATION, LOWE'S POV

MRS. BOWIE begins bringing in a few more sheaves on the

church organ, and the congregation begins to sing.

CONGREGATION:

Sowing in the morning/sowing seeds of

kindness/sowing in the noontide/and the

dewy eve...

We pan their faces, stopping on JOE HALLER. Now something is

happening to JOE'S face. It is bulging, changing. He looks

up from his hymnal and his eyes glare green. The pupils are

split. He grins, showing big teeth.

They are all changing. Among the things we see are:

PETE SYLVESTER, who is a church deacon, rushing down the

aisle, changing, snarling. He grabs ANDY FAIRTON and the two

of them grapple in the aisle.

A YOUNG WOMAN with a baby in her arms turns back the blanket

covering the baby's face and we see it's a wolfling; already

the YOUNG WOMAN'S own hands are turning into claws.

TAMMY STURMFULLER changing; PELTZER the druggist changing;

the ZINNEMAN BROTHERS changing.

At the organ, MRS. BOWIE is now a werewolf clad in tatters

of a silk bombazine dress; she/it is still wearing a veiled

hat on her head, and she is beating the sh*t out of the

organ keys with her clawed hands. She sounds like Jerry Lee

Lewis after swallowing about a dozen bennies. And now the

tune changes from the remnants of "Bringing In The Sheaves."

It changes into the Rheingold jingle.

CONGREGATION (snarling chorus)

My beer is Rheingold the dry beer...

Think of Rheingold whenever you buy beer...

INT. LOWE

FATHER LOWE goes stumbling backward, dropping his hymnal.

The man is in an extremity of terror.

REV. LOWE

No! No! No!

INT. THE CONGREGATION, LOWE'S POV

Some are tearing their hymnals apart and throwing them at

each other. One guy- BILLY McCLAREN, maybe- wings one of

them through a stained-glass window. Some of the werewolves-

for they are all werewolves now- fight or make love in the

aisles. The rest sway back and forth, grinning ferociously,

singing.

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