The Crazies Page #13

David partly blocks it with the Yellow Pages, but the force

sends him flying backwards out the window.

EXT. DUTTON HOUSE - CONTINUOUS

CRASH! - David flies through and tumbles off the porch roof

onto the lawn below.

EXT. DOWN THE ROAD - CONTINUOUS

Judy, Becca and Russell whip around.

JUDY:

DAVID!!

They run for the house, but they're too far away to help.

EXT. DUTTON HOUSE - CONTINUOUS

David tries to crawl away, but there's no escape. The Hamill

boys emerge from the house, closing in for the kill.

EXT. DOWN THE ROAD - CONTINUOUS

Russell, Judy and Becca running as fast as they can.

JUDY:

DAVID!!

They can't reach him before the Hamill boys do. Knowing

this, Russell drops to one knee with his revolver and fires

TWO QUICK SHOTS from the neighbor's yard - POP! POP!

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Dead-centers a round in each of the Hamill boys' chests. It

slows them but doesn’t stop them completely. Instantly up

and running again, Russell puts another two rounds in each

brother on the move - POP-POP! POP-POP! - dropping them in

their tracks five feet from David.

EXT. DUTTON HOUSE - CONTINUOUS

Judy runs to David's side, near hysterics. Badly shaken

himself, he puts his arm around her. Blood courses down her

cheek from his hand.

JUDY:

David oh my God let me see! LET ME

SEE!

He holds out his hand. Blood pooling in the upturned palm.

JUDY:

Oh Jesus, David...

She flips it over, sees the exit wound.

JUDY:

...it went through?!

He nods yeah, rattled to the core. Becca runs to the

clothesline, grabs a T-shirt. Tears off a strip. Ties the

first loop around David wrist as a tourniquet and wraps the

rest around his palm as a bandage.

BECCA DARLING:

Too tight?

David shakes his head, it’s fine. Quick thinking by Becca.

Judy clasps her hand - thanks. This whole time Russell

stands over the dead brothers in the b.g. Staring down at

them.

And then things get WEIRD:

He reloads and puts three more bullets in the head of each

brother, slowly, deliberately, savoring each shot. With

dawning horror David and Judy watch as he reloads a second

time and continues - BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Judy can't

watch anymore.

JUDY:

STOP!!

Russell fires one last RESOUNDING SHOT and then, after a

pause, walks over and pulls David to his feet, the loyal

deputy again.

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RUSSELL:

(seeing David’s injury)

Still with us?

DAVID:

Yeah. How ‘bout you?

Russell catches David’s look and his meaning. Casts a glance

at the bodies.

RUSSELL:

Just making sure.

David nods okay. Judy and Becca staring in silence at the

two bullet-riddled teenagers on the front lawn.

EXT. ROAD AWAY FROM DUTTON HOUSE - DAY

House in the b.g., the group heads down the road. David and

Judy share a private word about Russell who walks just ahead,

the M-16 on his shoulder.

JUDY:

He’s infected.

DAVID:

You don’t know that.

JUDY:

You saw what he did.

DAVID:

He saved my life, that’s what I

saw.

End of discussion. David lengthens his stride to catch up

with Russell.

EXT. HIGHWAY 50 - DAY

Arrow-straight to its vanishing point. David, Judy, Becca

and Russell come into view. It’s hot and getting hotter.

One of those midsummer days where you feel the heat by 10 am.

David stops abruptly.

DAVID:

Goddammit.

He turns and looks back the way they came, cursing under his

breath.

DAVID:

I left the water at the house.

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JUDY:

How far to the truckstop?

DAVID:

Fifteen miles.

JUDY:

What do we do?

Russell grins at the HOT SUN.

RUSSELL:

We fry.

EXT. HIGHWAY 50 - LATER

Through SHIMMERING HEAT WAVES we see the highway. The

foursome in the distance like a mirage. Then in CLOSEUP.

Damp shirts. Faces beaded with sweat.

Russell takes off his shirt and walks on bare chested.

Strong. Sinewy. Humming some 70’s rock song to himself.

David watches him, trying to gauge his sanity. Deflects

Judy’s look of concern with:

DAVID:

I’d worry about her.

Indicates Becca, who has fallen behind. Judy goes back,

checks on her.

JUDY:

You all right?

BECCA DARLING:

I feel sick.

JUDY:

What kind of sick?

BECCA DARLING:

Dizzy.

Judy takes Becca by the elbow, helping her along. Just then

A GUNSHOT splits the silence. David spins, where did that

come from? And before the group can orient themselves -

ANOTHER GUNSHOT, closer than the first. They dive in the

ditch as

A PICKUP TRUCK:

comes four-wheeling across the field.

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THREE REDNECK PSYCHOS

in blood-soaked hunter vests howling out the windows, firing

rifles. Tied down across the hood is the body of

PVT. BILLY BABCOCK

Naked. Gutted like a deer. David and the others stare

numbly at this latest horror. The pickup tearing through an

old barbed wire fence as it races off across the field.

EXT. HIGHWAY 50 - LATER

More walking. More sweat. Judy, helping Becca as before,

spots a BINGO HALL set back from the highway on a dirt road.

An old COUPE DE VILLE parked in the lot.

JUDY:

David.

He nods, already spotted it. Russell doesn’t seem to realize

they’ve stopped and continues walking.

JUDY:

What about him?

DAVID:

Hey Russ.

Russell doesn’t hear him, keeps walking.

DAVID:

Russell!

Russell never turns, never slows. David watches, worried.

JUDY:

Where he’s going?

DAVID:

(has no idea)

Let’s get the car.

EXT. BINGO HALL - DAY

A white peaked-roof bingo hall sits alone on the prairie like

a church without a steeple. David, Judy and Becca cross the

parking lot. A haunting VOICE echoes inside the building,

stops them dead in their tracks.

MAN'S VOICE

B-14...

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David and Judy trade looks. He c*cks his handgun and they

continue toward the building.

INT. LOBBY, BINGO HALL - DAY

They enter a carpeted lobby. Framed pictures of happy

winners on the wall. And here, a WATER FOUNTAIN. Becca,

thirst-crazed, goes straight for it. Steps on the pedal. It

HISSES and SPUTTERS. No water.

DAVID:

Can’t drink it anyway.

Becca releases the pedal. And now that haunting voice comes

over the PA system:

MAN’S VOICE

I-21...

They all look to the set of double doors.

INT. MAIN ROOM, BINGO HALL - CONTINUOUS

The doors seen from the other side as they open. David, Judy

and Becca stepping through, warily, to scan the dark hall.

MAN’S VOICE ON P.A.

G-47...

Standing in the shadows at the far end, under the big

illuminated Bingo flashboard, an OLD MAN IN A SHRINER’S HAT

is reading the numbers off ping pong balls as they fly up the

chute into his hand from an electric blower-tumbler.

DAVID:

(calls to him)

That your car out front?

No reply, no acknowledgement whatsoever from the old shriner.

He reads another ball.

OLD BINGO SHRINER

(over PA system)

N-32...

They walk up the aisle toward him.

DAVID:

Hey, is that your car out there?

OLD BINGO SHRINER

(over PA system)

O-67...

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