The Crazies Page #7
EXT. HIGHWAY 50 - NIGHT
A sheriff department PICKUP speeds down the fog-cloaked
highway toward Wichita.
INT. SHERIFF DEPT. PICKUP - CONTINUOUS
Russell humming along at eighty miles an hour. Checks his
radio. STATIC. Turns it off. Suddenly, FOUR DEAFENING POPS
AS -
EXT. SHERIFF DEPT. PICKUP / HIGHWAY 50 - CONTINUOUS
A SPIKE STRIP lying across the road. The truck fishtails out
of control, wobbling violently on its rims, threatening to
roll...
INT. SHERIFF DEPT. PICKUP - CONTINUOUS
Russell struggles, teeth-clenched, not to let it.
33.
RUSSELL:
Sh*t!
Ruptured treads fly off. The pickup careens off the shoulder
and slams to a stop in an irrigation ditch.
INT./EXT. SHERIFF DEPT. PICKUP/ DITCH - CONTINUOUS
Russell has barely righted himself when he’s pulled from the
truck by a DOZEN SOLDIERS IN BIOHAZARD SUITS. Thrown
against the hood, M-16s in his face, Russell’s astonishment
is almost comical.
RUSSELL:
Whoa.
Meanwhile David and Judy. Tense words in the kitchen.
DAVID:
Maybe you should go stay with your
parents for a while.
JUDY:
Maybe you should go stay with my
parents.
DAVID:
Look, this isn't -
JUDY:
No, David, you're not the only one
with responsibilities here, half
these people are my -
Sees something out the kitchen window. It scares her.
DAVID:
What? What was it?
JUDY:
(isn't sure)
Shadow.
David grabs his gun and goes out.
David stands at the edge of the property, eyeing the back
field. It's eerily still.
DAVID:
Somebody there?!
34.
Silence. Turning, he sees the light is on inside the
GARDEN SHED:
He walks over, pushes open the door with the gun muzzle. As
LAWN TOOLS CLATTER NOISILY to the floor. Scares the hell of
out him. David switches off the light and then hears GLASS
SHATTER inside the house.
JUDY (O.S.)
Who are you?! Who are you?!
DAVID!!
He crosses the yard at a sprint, kicks open the screen door
And sees THREE SOLDIERS IN BIOHAZARD SUITS forcibly escorting
Judy to the front door. David lunges into the fray, gun
outstretched.
DAVID:
What the fu--?! Get off her!!
His heroics are short-lived. Grabbed, spun, put in a
chokehold, he is disarmed and dragged out the door by the
suited intruders. It's over in two seconds flat - chilling,
the ease with which he is subdued.
EXT. DUTTON HOUSE / BUS - NIGHT
They wrestle Judy aboard an idling SCHOOL BUS. David behind
her, still resisting, choked blue in the face.
JUDY:
Where are you taking us?!
Hurtling along under armed guard, David and Judy see shocking
images out the windows. FAMILIES BEING PULLED FROM EVERY
HOUSE IN SIGHT. The entire town being corralled onto buses
like pigs off to slaughter.
EXT. BALL FIELD, OGDEN MARSH HIGH SCHOOL - NIGHT
ALL THE TOWNSPEOPLE stand in lines under the lights.
Stunned. No one saw this coming. Raised ten feet and topped
with razor wire, the fence is patrolled by armed guards in
hazmat suits. A recorded message plays over the field's
tinny P.A. system:
35.
RECORDED FEMALE VOICE
...Please remain calm and do not
interfere with the work of the
examiners. Information will be
provided to you as it becomes
available. Thank you for your
cooperation...
Repeating ad infinitum as BIOSUITED EXAMINERS come down the
lines with digital ear thermometers checking temperatures. A
single BEEP means you're okay. A quick triple BEEP-BEEP-BEEP
means you're not and prompts a swift response, which we see
playing out across the field:
Burly MEDTECHS loading the unlucky person into one of the
many golf carts on the scene - pulling wives away from
husbands, husbands away from wives, children from parents,
parents from children - a coldly scientific process that ends
with the golf carts speeding the outtakes up the hill to the
high school while loved ones scream in vain for their return.
Here are David and Judy, as stunned and disoriented as
everyone else. David confronts a passing examiner, his
outrage reflected back at him in the mirrored faceshield.
DAVID:
What did we get exposed to?! What
was it?!
The examiner walks past without reply. Judy meanwhile
appraises the medical teams, the work being done.
JUDY:
Elevated temperature usually means
infection, but a toxin can do the
same thing... I don't know, the way
Peggy was acting makes me think
it's chemical.
DAVID:
So they round us up with assault
rifles, what's that?
JUDY:
Medical response teams train with
case studies, they know the
symptomology, pharmacological
outcomes -
DAVID:
In plainspeak.
36.
JUDY:
(looks at him)
They're as scared as we are.
Judy steps away to help an ASTHMATIC ELDERLY WOMAN who is
leaning against the fence. Soldiers escort MAYOR HOBBS and
his WIFE onto the field.
MAYOR HOBBS:
Governor Hatfield’s a personal
friend of mine!
Nobody cares. They get dumped in a line near David. Hobbs
draws hostile stares. Word of his hasty exodus has
apparently gotten around.
DAVID:
Hey Tom, how's Kentucky?
MAYOR HOBBS:
Bastards spiked our tires, pulled
us out at gunpoint.
DAVID:
Wow, sounds like your civil rights
might have been violated, you
should look into that.
Hobbs frowns at the sarcasm, taking in the angry stares.
MAYOR HOBBS:
(re:
Kentucky)Is that what everybody's so ticked
off at me for?
DAVID:
You ran. Town needed a leader.
MAYOR HOBBS:
You be the leader.
DAVID:
It's not our town anymore.
David steps to the fence, watches the guards prowling the
perimeter. Otherworldly riflemen with biohazard hoods and
leashed dogs. His gaze finds the old scoreboard behind the
backstop. Lingers on it. Something poignant about it there
behind the barbed wire.
But what he sees past it is chilling. Two figures standing
in the tungsten glow of a flood light, staring at him...
37.
Rory's sons. Delirious with rage and vengeance. THEIR FACES
ARE PARALYZED ON ONE SIDE, RIDDLED WITH SPASMS ON THE OTHER.
Teeth and gums exposed by some obscene tightening of the jaw
muscles.
A LOUD DULCET TONE on the PA system makes David jump. He
looks back and the Hamill boys are gone. Haunted, he scans
the dark woods. And suddenly
A HAND grabs his shoulder. He spins, ready for a fight.
It’s his deputy.
RUSSELL:
Funny thing happened on the way to
Wichita.
Gallows humor. Followed by a deadly serious:
RUSSELL:
Who are these f***ers?
DAVID:
Same ones who don’t know anything
about a dead pilot and aren’t
missing a plane.
David surveys the crowd, sensing beneath the fear and
bewilderment a growing rage. It’s palpable, a chemical shift
in their psychology.
RUSSELL:
This don’t end well.
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