The Haunting Page #3
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1999
- 113 min
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MALCOLM:
I have a bad feeling about what
you're doing.
MARROW:
This is the last chapter. Please,
please give me clearance. It's
for science.
Marrow waits.
MALCOLM:
I'm gonna hate myself for this.
But he nods. Permission granted.
MARROW:
Thank you.
INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE LAB - DAY
They open the door. They walk out. Mary is there. She closes her
eyes, and does a gypsy voice.
MARY:
I see a hostile man... he's (she
describes him). The hostile man
does not believe in Madame Velka.
This relieves the pressure. Malcolm is not listening anymore and
storms off.
MARY:
You know what he's really upset
about?
MARROW:
What?
MARY:
You're going to publish, he's
going to perish... And why did you
hire me for this?
Marrow has a sly smile. They go into his office through another
door in the lab.
INT. MARROW'S OFFICE - DAY
Long, narrow, badly lit, it's filled with filing cabinets, stacks
of unread textbooks still in publisher's plastic, a desk with
computer. As soon as they enter, Mary looks at the phone.
MARY:
It's for you.
And then the phone rings. He doesn't pick it right up, he lets it
ring.
MARROW:
You hear the vibrations in the
wire. There's a magnetic pulse in
the wires, you feel it. I could
test it.
MARY:
Test it.
The phone still rings. Marrow answers.
MARROW:
Yes, this is Doctor Marrow.
MARY:
How'd I know it was for you?
MARROW:
(quickly)
Because it's my phone.
(back to the phone)
Yes... Mrs. Dudley, just leave the
boxes inside, thank you. See you
soon. Thank you.
He hangs up.
Marrow is trying to read the first file as he goes to his desk.
Mary shows him a huge CORKBOARD covered with photos, articles, and
various items.
MARY:
Here's how they're organized.
Groups of five, very different
personalities:
scored all over theKiersey Temperament Sorter just
like you asked for. And they all
score high on the insomnia charts.
MARROW:
Good.
A PHOTO OF NELL falls on the floor. Marrow scoops it up. He holds
the photo of Nell up to Mary, and look at the written notes and
studies the graphs that go with it.
MARROW (cont'd)
This is correct?
MARY:
Her mother died two months ago.
She says she really wants to do
this. I didn't know if it'd be
taking advantage...
Marrow considers the lonely image for a long moment and then looks
at the graph of her test scores.
MARROW:
(meaning the graph,
not the face)
What a beautiful profile. How do
you feel about her? What does
your intuition say?
Mary balks at his teasing.
MARY:
I put my favorites on the top.
Marrow continues to study the files.
MARROW (OC)
Okay... this one's good...
Extrovert Feeler... Okay... This
one I like, too...
We don't pay as much attention now to the cork board as to other
images on the wall. We find clinical-looking shots from Stanley
Milgram's experiments: subjects appearing to scream in response to
electrical shock.
Rows of weeping prisoners in the Stanford prison experiment.
Photos of victims crushed under the stands of a soccer stadium, the
aftermath of a riot. A picture of the Fuhrer before his mesmerized
masses. Mary opens a large envelope. She takes out a photograph
that we can't see.
MARY:
What's this?
(has to get his
attention)
What's this... this picture?
MARROW:
That? That's Hill House.
MARY:
This is where we're going?
MARROW:
Yes. It's perfect, isn't it?
Mary studies the picture, and she can't answer him. In her
glasses, we get the thinnest reflection of the photograph, a
glimpse of dark brick and high chimneys.
INT. NELL'S CAR - DAY
Nell, in a rust-wormed old Buick, glances from the road to
computer-drawn DIRECTIONS TO HILL HOUSE. She HUMS A TUNE, soft,
lonely, like a lullaby but eerie, off-key.
EXT. ROUTE 39 - DAY
The car speeds down the country road, past old stone walls, out
into rolling meadow, its winding route taking it across the western
Berkshires, farther and farther into the glorious hills.
INT. NELL'S CAR - DAY
Countryside speeds by. She passes an antique store in a barn. A
handpainted sign warns MELBY'S APPLE FARM 100 YARDS. Nell grabs
for the window handle, letting in air.
She snorts, smelling, breathing like it was the first time in her
life... sounding like a pig. And it makes her burst out in
embarrassing, animal laughter.
EXT. HILLSDALE - DAY (ESTABLISHING)
The white-steepled church, five stores and gas station of Hillsdale
lie in a forgotten notch in the hills.
Nell is pumping gas at a country station. She is alone at the
pump. As she finishes, she hears a BABY CRYING. She looks up.
She is immediately drawn by the sound.
She moves to a car at another pump. The car is empty. The windows
are rolled up. She peers into the car, through the window, and
sees a toddler in a car seat. The child is crying. Nell looks
around, no one is there. She makes faces at the baby, coos to it.
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