Silver Bullet Page #15

EXT. THE WOODS, WITH THE WEREWOLF

We see it blundering along, holding its face; blood bubbles

through its fingers.

WEREWOLF (snarling voice)

Bastard Marty! Bastard Marty! Kill you!

Reeeal slow!

EXT. COSLAW DRIVEWAY, WITH MARTY

He powers up it, and along the path to the back. Perhaps he

has enough speed to cut the engine and coast.

INT. MARTY'S BEDROOM

His bed is by the window. His hands appear on the

windowsill, and MARTY pulls himself in. He falls over onto

his bed and lies there, spent and exhausted and trembling.

EXT. THE COSLAW HOUSE, VERY EARLY MORNING

SOUND:
RINGING TELEPHONE (FILTER)

INT. THE COSLAW LIVING ROOM, WITH MARTY

He's sitting in the "house" wheelchair in the living room,

holding the phone tensely to his ear as the RINGING SOUND

goes on.

A CLICK as the phone is picked up.

UNCLE AL (muzzy voice)

'Lo? Go away.

MARTY:

It's a werewolf! I saw it! Last night-

INT. UNCLE AL'S BEDROOM

Not a really spiffy place- the decor is Early American

Alcoholic. There's a mostly unclad lady asleep on one side

of the bed. UNCLE AL is sitting on the other in his

skivvies, phone to his ear. There are a lot of bottles and

heaped ashtrays around, and UNCLE AL has a big old hangover.

UNCLE AL:

You dreamed it, Marty.

MARTY (voice)

No! I went out late last night- and-

UNCLE AL:

There are no such things as werewolves.

Please, dear boy, have some pity.

He hangs up and falls back into bed.

GIRL (muzzy voice)

Whowuzzit?

UNCLE AL:

Obscene phone caller. Go back to sleep.

EXT. THE BACK PORCH, WITH MARTY

He's sitting on the Silver Bullet, just looking at the yard.

JANE comes out.

JANE:

Marty? You okay? You've just been sitting

here all morning.

MARTY:

Where's Mom?

JANE:

Went shopping. Why?

MARTY:

Jane, I have to talk to you.

JANE (mistrustfully)

About what?

MARTY looks at her earnestly.

MARTY:

I need you to help me. Uncle Al won't

believe me, and if you won't help me, I...

I...

MARTY has to stop. He's almost crying.

JANE (concerned)

Marty, what is it?

EXT. MAIN STREET, MEDIUM LONG, WITH JANE

JANE is pushing a supermarket shopping cart with a lot of

beer and soda bottles in it. On the side is a sign reading

MEDCU BOTTLE AND CAN DRIVE- plus an outline drawing of the

Medcu unit.

JANE (voice-over)

He told me something that was clearly

unbelievable... and yet, somehow I

believed most of it. And I understood

one thing with total clarity: Marty

himself believed it all.

She turns into a yard and pulls her cart up the walk to the

door. She mounts the steps and rings the bell.

EXT. THE PORCH, WITH JANE, A CLOSER SHOT

A sheer curtain at one side of the door is pulled aside and

a fearful face- that of MRS. THAYER- looks out. Then we hear

bolts being pulled and locks- at least three of them- being

unlocked. The lady is taking no chances.

MRS. THAYER

Jane?

JANE (politely)

I'm collecting returnable bottles and

cans for the Medcu Drive, Missus Thayer-

I just wondered if you had any.

Her husband comes up the hall.

MR. THAYER

Who is it?

MRS. THAYER

Jane Coslaw.

EXT. JANE

What we see mostly are her eyes- bright, inquiring.

JANE:

Hi, Mr. Thayer.

INT. LON THAYER, ECU

What we see mostly are his brown eyes.

MR. THAYER

Hello, Jane.

EXT. THE PORCH, WITH JANE AND MRS. THAYER

MRS. THAYER

Bring your cart around to the back, Jane-

we'll look in the garage.

JANE:

Thank you.

She starts down the steps and we

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. JANE, ON MAIN STREET DAY

Amazing how deserted Tarker's Mills looks. JANE is pushing

her cart. Even more bottles in it now.

JANE (voice-over)

Uncle Al hadn't believed him, but Uncle Al

was thirty-five that summer and I was

fourteen... at fourteen you can still believe

the unbelievable, although even then that

ability is growing rusty, is preparing to

squeal to a stop.

She is passing the Holy Family rectory. LESTER LOWE is out

front, digging in his flower garden. He is shirtless, back

to JANE and to us; his black shirt with the turned-around

collar hangs informally on a bush.

JANE (calls)

Hi, Father Lowe!

LOWE (without turning)

Top of the morning to you, Jane Coslaw!

JANE:

I'm going to bring in a monster load

of bottles in an hour or so!

LOWE (still digging)

That's great, Jane... I'll be waiting.

EXT. JANE, FARTHER DOWN MAIN STREET

She stops at Robertson's Luncheonette, leaves her cart

outside, and goes in. THE CAMERA FLOATS TO THE WINDOW; we

see JANE explaining about the bottle campaign to BOBBY while

a few men seated at the counter listen.

INT. JANE, ECU

Wide eyes, mostly.

INT. BOBBY ROBERTSON, ECU

Mostly eyes.

INT. ROBERTSON'S, FEATURING JANE

As she turns away, her eyes sweep the men at the counter.

INT. THE MEN, JANE'S POV

Some of them- PELTZER, VIRGIL CUTTS- are familiar. Others

are not. THE CAMERA PANS THEIR FACES CLOSELY, FEATURING

THEIR EYES.

EXT. OUTSIDE ROBERTSON'S, WITH JANE

She grabs the handle of the cart again and proceeds down

Main Street. She goes into the barber shop.

JANE (v-o)

Marty had seen where the tracer had

struck home, he said, and I went out

that day doing more than just looking

for returnable cans and bottles- I was

looking for a man- or woman- with only

one eye.

INT. THE BARBER SHOP DAY

As JANE enters, BILLY McCLAREN is giving one man a trim.

Another man is tipped back with his face wrapped in a towel.

Two or three other townies are waiting on tonsorial

beautification, reading magazines. None, of course, has only

one eye. JANE checks them all out carefully.

BILLY:

I know what you're after, Jane, and you're

out of luck. Little Toby Whittislaw was in

yesterday, and I gave 'em all to him.

JANE:

Oh... okay.

But her eyes have fixed on the towel over the face of the

man in the other barber chair. She walks over to him.

INT. JANE AND THE TOWELED MAN, CLOSER ON

JANE:

That you, Mr. Fairton?

ANDY FAIRTON (muffled)

No- it's Ronald McDonald. I came in for

a shave and a burger.

The men laugh. JANE smiles politely. And pulls the hot towel

away from his eyes. His two eyes.

JANE (sweetly)

Got any bottles, Mr. Fairton?

ANDY:

No!

JANE (just as sweet)

Oh... okay.

She puts the towel back and THE CAMERA FOLLOWS as she

returns to the door.

JANE:

'Bye, Mr. McClaren.

BILLY (amused)

'Bye, Jane.

ANDY (muffled)

Jesus!

JANE goes out.

EXT. JANE, AT THE RECTORY

She pushes the shopping cart up to the gate, opens it, and

goes up the walk to the foot of LOWE'S porch steps. She

leaves it there and climbs to the porch.

EXT. JANE, ON THE PORCH

The screen door is shut, the inner wooden door open.

INT. THE RECTORY HALLWAY, JANE'S POV

Dark and empty. SOUNDS in the kitchen. EATING SOUNDS, maybe-

or maybe we can't tell.

EXT. JANE, ON THE PORCH

She knocks on the screen door.

JANE:

Father Lowe! I'm ready to turn in my

bottles and cans!

INT. THE KITCHEN

LOWE is standing by the refrigerator door. He's holding a

raw leg of lamb and tearing at it with his teeth. Lamb blood

smears his face and runs down his arms. He is as human as

you or me (in a manner of speaking, as UNCLE AL would say),

but when JANE speaks, his head snaps up and his eye flares-

his one eye. The other is covered by a patch.

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