Silver Bullet Page #21

EXT. THE SIDE OF THE HOUSE, ECU

We see a clawed, hairy hand reach into the frame and close

around a thick wire.

WEREWOLF (voice)

Reeeal slow...

It yanks.

INT. THE LIVING ROOM, WIDE

The lights go out.

JANE SHRIEKS.

MARTY:

It's here! It's outside!

INT. UNCLE AL

UNCLE AL:

Jane, it's just a power fai-

He's starting toward her. At that moment most of the wall-

not just the window it was looking through before but the

whole wall- crashes inward as the WEREWOLF bulls its way

through, roaring.

UNCLE AL whirls, raising the pistol automatically to fire-

but the cylinder is rolled out and all the chambers are

empty. He has time to register surprise before the WEREWOLF

smashes him aside.

INT. UNCLE AL, A NEW ANGLE

He goes flying backward. The pistol goes one way, the silver

bullet another.

INT. THE GUN

It spins into a living-room corner.

INT. THE SILVER BULLET, SLOW MOTION

We see it rise in the air, turning over and over. It comes

down, hits the floor, and rolls.

INT. THE HALLWAY FLOOR, WITH THE BULLET, SLOW MOTION

In the extreme f.g. is a heating vent. The bullet is rolling

toward it.

INT. MARTY AND JANE

MARTY:

Get the gun!

He uses his hands to propel the ungainly Silver Bullet into

the hall.

INT. THE BULLET (THE REAL BULLET) AND MARTY, SLOW MOTION

The silver bullet rolls slowly toward the heating vent. In

the b.g. we see a frantic MARTY in his wheelchair.

He heaves himself out of it and falls full-length, grabbing.

His fingers touch the bullet, but that's all. It falls in

the heating vent.

INT. THE WEREWOLF, CU

It's roaring, furious, its one eye flaring.

INT. THE LIVING ROOM, WIDE

UNCLE AL lies senseless against one wall, the front of his

shirt bloody. JANE runs into the corner and grabs the

pistol.

The WEREWOLF picks up the easy chair and throws it through

the hole it made coming in. It picks up an end table and

hurls it through the TV. Then it sees JANE and starts toward

her.

INT. JANE, COWERING IN THE CORNER

INT. THE WEREWOLF, CU

Comes toward her.

INT. JANE IN THE CORNER

She makes as if to run one way.

INT. JANE AND THE WEREWOLF

It's only a couple of feet from her now, but again, it is

toying with her- it's making this reeeal slow.

INT. THE FIREPLACE TOOLS, CU

A bloodstained hand grabs a poker.

INT. THE WEREWOLF AND JANE

As it tenses down to leap at her, UNCLE AL leaps at it and

strikes it across the back. It turns, ROARING.

UNCLE AL hits it between the legs.

It BELLOWS and grabs the poker. It bends it and tosses it

aside. The glaring, savage expression on its face says that

now it will bend UNCLE AL and toss him aside.

INT. JANE

She breaks out of the corner and runs across the room toward

the door. Most of the way there she trips and falls.

INT. THE WEREWOLF, CU

Its head whips around.

INT. MARTY, IN THE HALL

He's lying full-length. He's got the heater vent's grille

off. One arm is down inside.

MARTY (scream)

Janey! The gun! THE GUN!

INT. JANE

She tosses it awkwardly.

INT. THE GUN, SLOW MOTION

It slides down the hall floor to MARTY like some strange,

awkward shuffleboard disc, its cylinder still open.

INT. THE WEREWOLF

WEREWOLF (snarls)

Maa-aaa-rty...

It begins walking slowly across the living room, smashing

things out of its way.

INT. MARTY, IN THE HALL

The gun slides into his hand. Now he reaches into the

heating duct again...

INT. IN THE HEATING DUCT, ECU

There's an elbow bend just below MARTY'S twisting, grasping

fingers- the silver bullet lies here. It's less than half an

inch out of reach.

INT. THE WEREWOLF, CU

WEREWOLF (foaming)

Maaa-aaa-rty...

INT. JANE, ON THE FLOOR

JANE (sobbing)

Don't you hurt him! Don't you hurt my brother!

She bites one of the WEREWOLF'S hairy ankles as it passes.

INT. JANE AND THE WEREWOLF

It roars with pain and kicks her aside. Then it looks back

into the hall. It is grinning. I believe it is thinking this

is going to be better than a Thanksgiving dinner you don't

have to pay for.

WEREWOLF:

Reeeal slow, Maa-aaarty-

INT. MARTY, CU

He's reaching desperately into the duct and staring at the

approaching WEREWOLF.

INT. IN THE HEATING DUCT, ECU

MARTY'S fingers brush the bullet once... again... seize it.

INT. MARTY, IN THE HALL

He rolls over on his back and sticks the silver bullet

blindly into one chamber of the cylinder and slams the

cylinder closed.

INT. THE WEREWOLF, CU

WEREWOLF:

Bastard Marty!

INT. MARTY

He points the gun and pulls the trigger. There's only a

click. An expression of dismay on his face.

INT. THE WEREWOLF, CU

WEREWOLF:

Kill you...

INT. MARTY

He drags himself so he's half propped against the hall wall.

He pulls the trigger again. Click! Dismay becomes fear.

INT. THE WEREWOLF

It's reached the Silver Bullet. It smashes it aside. The

Bullet hits the wall.

INT. MARTY

Holding the gun in both hands now, he pulls the trigger a

third time. Click!

The WEREWOLF'S shadow falls over him.

INT. WEREWOLF, ECU

WEREWOLF:

Bastard Marty!

It bends down, reaching.

INT. MARTY, ECU

Craning back as if to drive himself into the wall, he pulls

the trigger again.

INT. THE BARREL OF THE .22 MAXI-CLOSE

The bullet flies from the barrel, gleaming silver.

INT. THE WEREWOLF

The silver bullet strikes him in his one remaining eye. He

flies backward, hands clapped to his gushing face... and

crashes into MARTY'S Silver Bullet wheelchair. It sits

there, roaring... and then it begins to change.

INT. THE LIVING ROOM, WITH JANE

She lies there, sobbing.

UNCLE AL (voice)

You okay, Janey?

INT. UNCLE AL AND JANE

UNCLE AL is bloody and staggering but on his feet. He helps

JANE up.

JANE:

I'm all right... but Marty! Ma-

SOUND:
SHATTERING ROAR.

INT. THE WEREWOLF, ECU

Its hands drop from its face. It is now blind in both eyes;

it is half WEREWOLF and half LOWE.

It BELLOWS again, convulses... and dies.

INT. MARTY, ON THE FLOOR

MARTY (calls)

I'm all right. He's dead.

INT. UNCLE AL AND JANE

Here's a creature that is mostly FATHER LOWE collapsed in

the remains of MARTY'S wheelchair; beyond it, MARTY is lying

on the floor. UNCLE AL goes by the corpse. JANE starts by...

and LOWE sits bolt upright for a moment, grasping blindly at

her.

She shrieks and darts aside. LOWE falls back, now really

dead. I think. Until the sequel.

INT. THE HALL, WITH UNCLE AL, JANE, AND MARTY

UNCLE AL puts a comforting arm around JANE, who is sobbing

again- hell, I'd be sobbing after that last one, myself- and

draws her down beside himself and MARTY.

UNCLE AL (to MARTY)

There. I told you there weren't any such

things as werewolves.

They smile at each other with love.

JANE (nervous)

Are you sure it's dead? Or him? Or

whatever it is?

UNCLE AL:

If it isn't now, it will be after I pound

one of your mother's silver candlesticks

through its heart.

JANE (grimaces)

Oh Uncle Al, no!

UNCLE AL (grim)

Oh yes, Janey. When I believe something, I

believe it all the way.

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