The Horse Whisperer Page #7
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1998
- 170 min
- 1,006 Views
A GOOD LUCK CHARM from India sits among her things. Annie
takes it to pack in the suitcase.
She notices a framed 8X10 of Grace sitting proudly atop
Pilgrim with Judith at her heel. She then notices the edge
of another picture behind this one, in the frame. She pulls
the Pilgrim photo out to reveal: An old 8X10 of Annie hugging
Grace as a toddler. With her back to Camera, Annie remembers:
MEMORY:
INT. GRACE'S ROOM - A DAY REMEMBERED
Annie is playing with toddler Grace. Chasing her around the
room. Picking her and tossing her onto a small, toddler bed.
Blowing into her stomach. Grace is laughing uncontrollably.
END OF MEMORY:
Annie slides the Pilgrim picture back into the frame, then
returns to her task of packing.
INT. GRACE'S HOSPITAL ROOM - NIGHT
Annie enters. No one else is there. She places the suitcase
on a chair and opens it. She takes out the INDIAN LUCKY CHARM
and some horse books, and places them on her bedside table.
She takes care to prop up the Lucky Charm.
She wets a cloth with some water from a pitcher and gently
wipes Grace's sweaty brow... INSERT VISUAL FLASHBACK HERE,
instead of in Country House.
Annie then continues unpacking the suitcase. She opens Grace's
closet and sees a hospital bag filled with Grace's clothes
at the time of the accident. Annie examines them and discovers
they are hers. Annie shoves the clothes into a bag and starts
unpacking.
INT. HOSPITAL CAFETERIA - PRE-DAWN
The clock is ticking on the wall. The cafeteria is empty
except for one tired Intern, drinking coffee on a break.
Robert and Annie are having a cup of coffee. In the silence,
they search for things to say. Until:
ROBERT:
I saw Judith's parents while you
were at the apartment...
(Annie listens)
I wanted to say something...
(beat)
But I... I was so relieved that Grace
was still... that it wasn't our
daughter.
ANNIE:
We're very lucky.
ROBERT:
(nods)
The funeral's on Friday.
He rises and crosses to the self-help coffee dispenser as he
continues...
ROBERT:
Oh, uh, I meant to tell you... Alex
brought that fabric over...
ANNIE:
Okay.
ROBERT:
It's on the table by the phone. I
didn't know what to tell him...
(returns to table,
sits)
...Whether or not we were...
(beat)
...if we still we're thinking of
redoing the couch.
Annie just nods. She senses Robert is looking for some kind
of reassurance, but she can't give it to him. He continues;
ROBERT:
...And uh... Mario called about moving
the wisteria?
ANNIE:
Oh. Right. I'll call him.
Pause. Annie looks at her husband as he stares off to the
side, deep in his thoughts. She can sense he's sinking as he
fidgets with the napkins. She remembers:
MEMORY:
INT. A SMALLER APARTMENT, KITCHEN - A NIGHT REMEMBERED
A younger Annie stands in a bathrobe, noticeably pregnant,
cooking at a stove -- reading instructions from a propped up
cookbook. FRANK SINATRA IS BLASTING as she sings along, in
full voice, without inhibitions;
ANNIE:
"SHE'S LOVES THE THEATRE BUT NEVER
COMES LATE... SHE NEVER BOTHERS WITH
PEOPLE SHE HATES... THAT'S WHY THE
LADY IS A TRAMP!..."
A younger Robert, wearing a suit, arrives home from work.
Seeing her, he smiles affectionately. He puts down his
briefcase and bursts into his own playful Sinatra
impersonation:
ROBERT:
"She loves the free..."
Startled, Annie turns around and smiles:
ROBERT:
(sexily undoing his
tie)
"...FRESH, WIND IN HER HAIR... LIFE
WITHOUT CARE... SHE'S BROKE... BUT
IT'S 'OK'...
ANNIE:
(a la fan)
Sing it to me, Frankie!
ROBERT:
(a la Sinatra cool)
How's my pregnant chick!
She moves to him and they embrace... He wraps his arms around
her. They kiss. Annie laughs.
ANNIE:
You can hardly get your arms around
me. How depressing. You're so early.
ROBERT:
I had to excuse myself from a meeting.
It's ridiculous. I kept thinking
about the baby... you... and, I swear,
I was going to start bawling right
into my briefs.
ANNIE:
(loving it)
Aw... that's so sweet.
ROBERT:
I love you.
ANNIE:
Do you? Do you really?
They turn to each other and kiss.
END OF MEMORY.
INT. HOSPITAL CAFETERIA - PRE-DAWN
Annie and Robert sit silently at the table in an empty
hospital cafeteria, a lifetime later.
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