The Cider House Rules Page #7
LARCH:
You were! You *are*! It was fantastic.
ANGELA:
It was just the ether, Wilbur...
Homer wheels a tray with glasses of water between the beds.
A DISTRAUGHT PREGNANT WOMAN stops him by her bed.
HOMER:
Are you okay? Can I get you anything?
DISTRAUGHT WOMAN
No one but me ever put a hand on me,
to feel that baby. Don't you want to
touch it or put your ear down to it?
HOMER:
Okay.
Homer touches the woman's belly.
DISTRAUGHT WOMAN
Put your ear there. Go on.
Homer cautiously lays his ear against her belly.
DISTRAUGHT WOMAN
You shouldn't have a baby if there's
no one who wants to put his face
right there!
She holds Homer's head against her belly; she presses his
face into her. She shuts her eyes. Homer's eyes stare widely.
Dr. Larch stops in the doorway; he watches with concern.
DISTRAUGHT WOMAN
Stay right there. Right where you
are. Stay right here. Right here.
EXT. ST. CLOUD'S - TRAIN STATION - DAY
Homer at the train station, staring down the empty tracks.
Buster is hanging around with him, kicking a rock.
BUSTER:
Do you ever think about leaving this
place to go find them?
Homer makes no response. As the train approaches, Homer and
Buster go sit on a loading cart. They see the distraught
woman (no longer pregnant) from Homer's experience of a few
nights ago; she is leaving St. Cloud's without her baby,
waiting for the approaching train. Her face is a mask. The
DISAPPROVING STATIONMASTER gives her a hard look.
BUSTER:
I mean your parents.
HOMER:
I know who you mean. I think about
leaving here, but not to find *them*.
BUSTER:
Why not?
HOMER:
Whoever they were, they didn't *do*
any of the things parents are supposed
to do. Dr. Larch did those things,
and Nurse Edna, and Nurse Angela.
BUSTER:
Yeah. But sometimes I wish I could
meet mine, anyway.
HOMER:
What for, Buster? What would you do
if you met them?
BUSTER:
Uh... I'd like to show them that I
can cook, a little.
HOMER:
You cook very well!
BUSTER:
And that I can drive a truck!
HOMER:
(laughing)
Better than I can!
BUSTER:
Sometimes I want to meet them so I
can kill them. Just sometimes.
Buster is ashamed; he knows he's said the wrong thing.
BUSTER:
Homer, you know I would never kill
anyone--you know I wouldn't.
HOMER:
I know.
The slowly moving train has stopped. There are SOLDIERS
leaning out the windows. Buster turns to see Mary Agnes
walking past the train--she's doing her best to look grown-
up, sophisticated. One of the soldiers reaches out and gently
tugs on her hair. Mary Agnes is enraged; she spits at the
soldier.
BUSTER:
I think Mary Agnes could kill someone.
HOMER:
I doubt it. She's just an...
Mary Agnes spits at *all* the soldiers.
HOMER:
...emotional girl.
The soldiers roll up the windows as Mary Agnes improvises
some verbal abuse.
BUSTER:
What's she so emotional about?
HOMER:
(shrugs)
I don't know. She got left here,
like the rest of us, didn't she?
Camera closes on Homer.
The orphans are watching King Kong, the part when the giant
ape first captures the screaming Fay Wray. Intercut Kong
with the orphans' rapt faces. Homer sits near the front,
mesmerized by the film. Dr. Larch and Angela sit by the
projector; Larch is reading a letter. Fuzzy points to the
screen.
FUZZY:
(coughing)
He thinks she's his *mother*!
King Kong is undressing Fay Wray in the cave.
COPPERFIELD:
He doesn't think she's his mother,
Fuzzy.
FUZZY:
He does so! He *loves* her!
CARLA:
How could she be his *mother*?
Larch shakes the letter in front of Angela.
LARCH:
(a harsh whisper)
They want to replace me! The Board
of Trustees wants to *replace* me!
ANGELA:
(whispering back)
They just want you to hire some new
help.
LARCH:
Some new *things* would be useful. I
don't need any "new help."
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