The Horse Whisperer Page #15
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1998
- 170 min
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He stops. Annie knows where he headed and prays to God he
doesn't continue. He doesn't. A thick silence hangs between
them.
ROBERT:
I really wish I could understand why
you think this is so necessary.
ANNIE:
(frustrated)
Robert, we're losing her. We're losing
her.
(he listens)
I don't care what the doctors say.
The truth is, they don't know anymore
than we do -- less, when it comes to
Grace... This may not sound sensible
or... logical, but nobody's suggesting
anything better. I can't explain it,
Robert. I just have this feeling...
this annoying... bloody feeling that
if... if, somehow, Pilgrim can be
made all right... then so can Grace.
I just know it!
Robert can feel the strength of her will. He can find no way
around it.
ROBERT:
What if she doesn't want to go?
ANNIE:
She will if you think she should.
ROBERT:
And you think it's best if I don't
come.
ANNIE:
(hesitates)
No, that's not what I said. I'm not
a dictator. If you feel you should
come, then come. Just do whatever
you think is right.
At some moment, they realize Grace is standing at the entrance
to the kitchen. They are surprised.
GRACE:
I'm not going! I don't care what she
says!
Annie lowers her head. Robert stares at Grace as she walks
to him.
GRACE:
Daddy?... I don't want to go.
Grace stands next to Robert. He holds her hands. Annie looks
at him, without sympathy. Robert looks back. In his face is
the total acceptance of what must be. As well as the sadness
of it's inevitability. He looks back at his daughter, whose
eyes have never left him.
EXT. JOAN DYER STABLE - DAY
Pilgrim is being loaded into the trailer by four strong stable
men, violently kicking and pulling all the way.
Annie watches with anxiety -- an almost giddy Liz by her
side.
ANNIE:
Maybe we should give him another
sedative.
LIZ:
Problem is, there aren't many
volunteers. He's already had enough
to sink a battleship. You have a
pin, just in case?
ANNIE:
Of course not.
LIZ:
Probably best. You may want to shoot
yourself half way to Ohio.
In the back seat of ANNIE'S SUBURBAN sits Grace -- her back
to the action. Hearing Pilgrim's struggle. Putting her walkman
on her ears and raising the volume... We hear --
GRACE'S MUSIC, ON THE SOUNDTRACK, bringing us to:
EXT. A HIGHWAY, IN PENNSYLVANIA - DAY
Annie's Suburban drives along Route 80, pulling the horse
trailer behind.
INT. SUBURBAN - DAY
Grace, in the back seat, wearing her headphones, listening
to her music (maybe LIZ PHAIR OR HOLLY COLE). Detached. Non-
committal. As trucks pass by, their time slapping the
pavement, she reacts and turns to the other window.
Annie, in sunglasses, shifts her attention between the road
and her rear-view mirror -- checking on Grace.
EXT. HIGHWAY IN - EARLY MORNING
The Suburban drives as the sun begins to set.
EXT. MOTEL IN OHIO - NIGHT
The Suburban and Horse Trailer are parked in the lot.
A small furnished motel room with two twin beds.
Grace sits up in bed watching TV, with no expression. A sitcom
with canned laughter serves as a hypnotic drug.
Annie enters from the bathroom, after showering, drying her
hair. Grace doesn't bother to look up.
ANNIE:
You want to take your bath?
(Grace shakes her
head)
We have to get up early tomorrow.
You may not have enough time to --
GRACE:
Fine -- I'll take my bath.
She begins moving off the bed.
ANNIE:
No, I don't mean you have to. It's
just that we may not have enough --
GRACE:
-- enough time tomorrow. I know.
ANNIE:
Look, if you want to take it in the
morning, that's fine.
GRACE:
(interrupts on "fine")
I don't care.
Annie realizes she may have pushed too hard, but she also
realizes there's no talking to Grace now. So, she achieves
her goal --
ANNIE:
Take it now.
Grace hobbles off the bed, enters the bathroom and shuts the
door.
INT. MOTEL ROOM IN OHIO - NIGHT
The lights are off. Annie lays in bed, wide awake. It is the
middle of the night.
Grace, asleep in the other bed, begins whimpering. She's
having a bad dream. Annie rises -- considering whether or
not to intercede... Finally, Grace begins to cry out... softly
at first, but with increasing intensity until she awakens in
fear... Annie appears right by her side.
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