Silver Bullet Page #7

SOUNDS of SNARLS, GROWLS, GRUNTS.

INT. TAMMY AND MRS. STURMFULLER

They are hugging each other, terrified, by the window.

EXT. THE STURMFULLER PLACE, MEDIUM-LONG DAY

The police cars are now here. There's also a meat wagon. As

we watch, a number of cops- JOE HALLER and PETE SYLVESTER

are among them- approach the wagon. Many are carrying canvas

bags.

EXT. THE STURMFULLER YARD, FEATURING PETE SYLVESTER

He drops the blood stained bag he's carrying, runs to the

bushes, and noisily blows his groceries.

EXT. TARKER'S MILLS MONTAGE #3 DUSK

a.) On Oak Street, MRS. THAYER is hurrying toward home,

obviously spooked. She keeps looking behind herself and

nearly flies up the steps to her house. Then there is the

endless business of fumbling with her keys. Finally she

lurches inside and slams the door.

b.) On Main Street, at the Holy Family rectory, FATHER

O'BANION is closing the shutters...and locking them.

c.) On a residential street, a kid is playing with some

plastic trucks outside of a picket fence. Except for him,

the street is deserted. His mother comes out and hauls him

in.

d.) ANDY FAIRTON, in the sporting-goods store, checks an

automatic pistol and then holsters it on his hip. He has a

pugnacious, unpleasant look.

e.) BILLY McCLAREN turns the sign on the door of his barber

shop from OPEN to CLOSED, looks out warily at the street (to

make sure there are no psycho killers out there for trims, I

guess), then leaves and locks the door behind him. THE

CAMERA FOLLOWS him down a couple of store fronts to Owen's,

where he also goes in.

f.) The paper rack in front of Peltzer's Drug/ The

"Press-Herald" headline is a sixteen-pointer: MANIAC CLAIMS

SECOND VICTIM.

EXT. MARTY AND BRADY KINCAID MAGIC HOUR

They're flying kites on the common. Some distance in the

b.g. is the bandstand. MARTY is of course flying his kite as

he sits in the Silver Bullet. The boys are having a blast.

THE CAMERA SLOWLY MOVES AWAY from the boys, centers on

Owen's Pub across the street, and ZOOMS IN.

In the window is a poster. It reads: $10,000 REWARD FOR

INFORMATION LEADING TO THE CAPTURE OF THE MAN (OR ANIMAL)

WHO KILLED STELLA RANDOLPH AND MILTON STURMFULLER. And, at

the bottom:
TARKER'S MILLS CITIZENS' COMMITTEE.

Along comes ANDY FAIRTON. He goes into the pub.

INT. OWEN'S PUB

At a f.g. table:
VIRGIL CUTTS, BOBBY ROBERTSON, ELMER

ZINNEMAN, and his brother PORTER ZINNEMAN. Behind them, at

the bar, we see PETE SYLVESTER having a beer with BILLY

McCLAREN. As we look around the bar, we will also see FATHER

LESTER LOWE, sitting at an unobtrusive corner table, nursing

a beer and listening closely to the conversation.

ELMER (to VIRGIL)

Don't tell me an animal can't rip a man

up the way Milt Sturmfuller was ripped up!

VIRGIL:

But the woman's bed was ripped right down

the middle, Elmer- it's take a chainsaw to

do something like that!

PORTER:

Damn straight!

ELMER:

Shut up, Porter. (To VIRGIL) What about the

tracks?

ANDY FAIRTON has joined the group. He sits down uninvited.

VIRGIL:

That could be something to throw off the

cops. And it ain't animals that try to

confues the law; it's people do that.

ANDY FAIRTON:

Law around here don't need much confusing.

PETE looks around at this. Being the deputy constable and

ineffectual by nature, he's pretty sensitive.

ANDY (deep disgust)

Joe Haller couldn't find his own ass if

someone rammed it full of radium and gave

him a Geiger counter.

PETE SYLVESTER (comes over)

Could be I know a fella who's still PO'd

over getting fined two hundred bucks for

that little fender bender out on the Ridge

Road last year.

ANDY:

Could be I know a fat old fella who ought to

take care of his mouth before someone comes

along and turns it inside out. I pay Joe

Haller's salary to keep the people in this

town safe, and he ain't doing it.

INT. BILLY McCLAREN, AT THE BAR

He's looking toward the table where the Fairton group sits.

BILLY (mildly)

Last town report said you was in arrears

your taxes, Andy. Guess you must have paid

up, huh?

INT. THE FAIRTON TABLE

ANDY:

What are you, trying to be smart?

OWEN KNOPFLER comes over.

OWEN:

You guys turn down the thermostat or I'm

gonna turn you all out. Now who's drinking?

ANDY (sulks)

Bring me a Schlitz.

EXT. A TREE, WITH BRADY'S SMILE-KITE STUCK IN IT DUSK

SOUND of panting.

MARTY comes into the frame, pulling himself up by the arms.

His arms are very strong, although his legs trail limply

behind him (like the tail of a kite). He sits on a branch,

untangles the kite and the string, and looks down.

MARTY (calls)

Here it comes!

EXT. THE FOOT OF THE TREE, WITH BRADY

BRADY:

Drop it!

As the kite flutters down, JANE comes biking up.

JANE:

Marty Coslaw, you get down out of

that tree!

EXT. MARTY, IN THE TREE

He descends, then hangs from the lowest branch.

MARTY:

Push the Bullet over, Jane, okay?

EXT. MARTY AND JANE

JANE (makes no immediate move to do so)

Supper was an hour ago, Dumbo.

MARTY (hanging)

Oh, Jeez! I forgot! Is she mad?

JANE:

They both are. At me, for not getting you

sooner. I ought to let you fall.

But she pushes the chair over and MARTY drops into it. He

pushes the starter and the Silver Bullet fires up.

EXT. BRADY, FLYING HIS KITE ON THE COMMON DUSK

MARTY (voice)

Hey, Brady! You coming?

BRADY (looking into the sky)

In a while!

BRADY could give a sh*t if MARTY'S in trouble. He just waves

vaguely. He's into the kite-flying experience, as the folks

in Marin County might say.

EXT. MARTY AND JANE

He's looking toward the common, frowning and uncertain.

JANE:

Come on, Marty.

She starts biking away. MARTY starts after her, pauses, and

looks at:

EXT. BRADY, ON THE COMMON DUSK

CAMERA PANS SLOWLY UP to the yellow smile-kite in the

bluish-purple sky.

INT. OWEN'S PUB LATE DUSK

The former patrons are still here, with the exceptions of

LOWE, BILLY McCLAREN, and BOBBY ROBERTSON. Many others have

appeared; this is Happy Hour. Among them we see MR.

ASPINALL, the principal, and PELTZER, the druggist. A

barmaid, NORMA, circulates with drinks and beers.

Speaking of beer, ANDY FAIRTON has gotten through a fair

amount of Schlitz. It hasn't mellowed him, however; he's

more belligerent than ever.

ANDY (holding forth)

This whole investigation has been as

efficient as a Polish fire drill! It-

PETE (bravely)

I've heard enough out of you, Andy. If

you don't shut your mouth, I'm going to

shut it for you.

INT. THE DOOR OF OWEN'S PLACE

It opens and a man in a business suit- HERB KINCAID- comes

in. He is carrying a briefcase and he looks worried.

INT. THE GROUP AT THE FAIRTON TABLE

ANDY (astounded)

What did you say?

INT. THE BAR, WITH OWEN KNOPFLER

OWEN:

Jesus wept.

He reaches under the bar and comes out with a baseball bat.

Burned into the side of the bat, so it reads vertically

toward the handle, is the word "peacemaker." OWEN hurries

around the bar with it.

INT. THE FAIRTON GROUP

PETE is standing in front of ANDY, fists balled up, fat face

trembling with determination.

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