The Crazies Page #6
A BLACK CHEVY SUBURBAN WITH TINTED WINDOWS idling at the
corner by the bank. Not a car that belongs to Ogden Marsh.
David approaches, hand drifting instinctively toward his gun.
It tears off down the road. Fantastic acceleration. David
stares for a moment, baffled. As he dashes back to his
cruiser to give pursuit, a panicked WOMAN jogs across the
street from the pizza shop.
WOMAN:
Sheriff, we heard something from
the funeral home little while ago.
DAVID:
What'd you hear?
WOMAN:
Screamin'.
28.
A frozen moment. David turns his gaze to the funeral home up
the street. Grabs his CB handset from the cruiser. Brings
it to his mouth and clicks the button. Dead.
DAVID:
Lizzie, run down the station, tell
Russell what you just told me, tell
him I need him asap.
She takes off running as David heads up the street to the
funeral home, unholstering his weapon for the second time in
three days.
EXT. FINLEY FUNERAL HOME - DAY
Closed for business. David tries the front door. Locked.
He goes around the back.
INT. REAR ENTRANCE, FUNERAL HOME - DAY
Where the bodies are brought in. David enters, nervous, gun
drawn. He stops and faces
Sterile. Eerily silent. A few gurneys and unopened boxes of
odorless body bags and cotton shrouds in the hall.
DAVID:
Charlie?
No reply. David comes slowly along, white-knuckled grip on
his gun. The hall is lined on both sides with closed doors.
David comes to a door, turns the knob, opens it to reveal
THE EMBALMING ROOM
Stainless steel embalming tables. Sinks. Sluices. Rinse
hoses dangling from the ceiling. No bodies. No Finley.
David continues down the hall.
Comes through a door into the front of the shop. The FUNERAL
HOME. Pink-hued walls. Liver-colored carpet. David pushes
open another door.
darkly polished. On display. David steps in, scans the
room. All the caskets are open except
THAT ONE.
He crosses to it. With a silent two-count throws open the
lid and takes aim at
29.
Empty casket. David closes it. To his immediate left A
CURTAINED ALCOVE
runs the length of the wall. Coming past it to the door,
David suddenly steps back and levels his gun.
SOMEONE IS HIDING
behind that curtain. The tips of his shoes poking out
underneath.
DAVID:
Charlie?
No reply. But there’s definitely a man in black shoes
standing there. David steps closer. Takes hold of the
curtain. Whisks it open to reveal A
ROW OF MANNEQUINS IN FUNERAL SUITS AND SHOES
David almost puts a bullet in one. Curses under his breath.
Suddenly hears something. Very faint. Coming from behind
him. Down the white-tiled hall he just exited...
Is someone WEEPING?
David c*cks the hammer of his gun. Follows that FAINT
MUFFLED WEEPING down the hall to a closed door.
Opens it.
THE MORGUE:
No sign of Finley. Just sheet-covered CORPSES on autopsy
tables. The weeping HAS STOPPED.
David enters. Autopsy scales hang beside the bodies.
Closets and refrigerated shelves along the walls. David
yanks open a closet door, gun trained, expecting to find
Finley. Nothing but medical supplies.
A faint WHIMPER turns his head. He stares at the FIVE
COVERED BODIES.
DAVID:
Charlie, if that's you, say
something!
No reply. Gun in hand, he steps closer to the bodies. Peels
back the covers one by one:
30.
RORY HAMILL'S CHALK WHITE CORPSE.
THE DECOMPOSING PILOT.
DEARDRA FARNUM'S CHARRED CORPSE.
HER SON'S.
David stares at the LAST COVERED BODY. We can see the
outline of a face. The sheet expands and contracts at the
nostrils. Slightly. As if from breath.
DAVID:
Charlie?
No answer. Gun levelled, David takes the edge of the sheet,
whisks it back to find
THE TOWN PASTOR:
Weeping through sutured eyelids. The sutures on one eye have
loosened, a ghastly eye peers out through the slit. His
nostrils and lips are sewn shut, arms and legs bound to the
table with gauze.
DAVID:
Jim - ?!
The Pastor goes into violent CONVULSIONS. David grabs a pair
of surgical scissors from a tray and, pinning the writhing
body with one hand, cuts the sutures sealing the mouth.
The Pastor's lips come apart like a deep fleshy wound, his
convulsions subsiding only because death is imminent. In his
last tortured breath:
TOWN PASTOR:
Behind... you...
What? David turns.
WHIRRRR!! - THE BLADE OF A BONE SAW coming right at his face.
Finley swinging it at arm's length with psychotic calm.
David goes down and Finley pounces, driving the blade at his
throat. David catches Finley's wrists, barely keeping the
saw at bay, forces the spinning blade against the leg of the
autopsy table. SPARKS FLY as it cuts into the steel.
Finley counters. Finding his knees, he brings the saw above
his head for a final plunge. But David catches him with a
thrusting kick to the gut. Sends Finley crashing into the
storage cabinets.
31.
As he jumps up for more - BANG! - David shoots him. Finley
falls in a heap. But in death he has launched perhaps his
most lethal attack, dropping the SAW.
Locked in the 'on' position, it COMES SKIP-BOUNCING ACROSS
THE FLOOR AT DAVID, propelled by the spinning blade. David
scrambles backwards on his haunches, but can't outrun it.
Just as it's about to hit him in the face
A BOOT:
stomps on the saw's cord, leashing it like a wild dog. The
deadly instrument hops and skips around at the end of its
tether, inches from David's face. Until
Russell, owner of the boot, yanks the plug from the wall. He
comes over, helps David to his feet. And only then sees the
Pastor's sad fate.
RUSSELL:
Christ almighty.
A DEAD EYE staring back at them through the sutured slit.
Emergency town meeting. Worried TOWNSFOLK abound. David and
Judy trying to manage everyone's fear and anger.
CONCERNED MOTHER
What are we supposed to drink while
the water’s turned off?
DAVID:
The A & P has plenty of bottled.
Bruce’s agreed to sell it at cost
till we work out another source.
Thanks again, Bruce.
The A & P Manager nods.
BANKER:
And it just so happens while all
this is going on none of the phones
are working?
DAVID:
I know, Nathan. Russell’s on his
way to Wichita right now, see if we
can get some answers.
FARMER:
Where the hell's Mayor Hobbs?
32.
HIGH SCHOOL KID:
Hightailin' it to Kentucky.
DAVID:
(shock and disgust)
What - ?
HIGH SCHOOL KID:
Saw him on the way out of town.
Fat bastard practically ran me
over.
The kid’s mom swats him for talking like that. David and
Judy exchanging a look about Hobbs. De facto town leaders.
ANOTHER FARMER:
So whoever drank it's gonna go the
way of Rory and Bill? I drank it.
My wife drank it. My kids.
JUDY:
We don't know that it's going to
affect everybody the same,
everybody’s body reacts a little
diff -
EERIE LAUGHTER cuts her off. A woman in the back. Horn-
rimmed glasses. Ten-dollar wig. Going red in the face she's
laughing so hard. It's creepy, she can't stop. Everybody
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