The Night of the Hunter Page #10
CLOSE TWO-SHOT -- WILLA AND PREACHER
They sit by the water; drooling willows; almost in travesty
of a romantic scene. WILLA dabbles one hand in the water.
WILLA HARPER:
(very shy)
Did Ben Harper ever tell you what he
done with that money he stole?
HEAD CLOSE-UP -- PREACHER
His head goes slantwise and he smiles oddly.
PREACHER:
My dear child, don't you know?
CLOSE SHOT -- JOHN
He watches intently towards his mother; PEARL holds his hand.
ICEY'S voice o.s.
GROUP SHOT -- WOMEN, JOHN AND PEARL
ICEY SPOON:
She's moonin' about Ben Harper. That
wasn't love, it was just flapdoodle.
(agreeing nods and
murmurs)
Have some fudge, lambs.
(she hands some down
to John and Pearl.
Pearl smears her
mouth with it; John,
watching always
towards his mother,
takes one nibble and
throws the rest away)
When you're married forty years, you
know all that don't amount to a hill
o'beans! I been married to my Walt
that long, and I'll swear in all
that time I'd just lie there thinking
about my canning.
In BACKGROUND WALT looks sheepish.
WILLA'S VOICE
(calling o.s.)
John! John?
All look towards her.
WILLA is standing, beckoning JOHN
MEDIUM TWO-SHOT -- JOHN AND PEARL
They start towards their mother.
GROUP SHOT -- ICEY AND WOMEN -- NEW ANGLE
ICEY SPOON:
A woman's a fool to marry for that.
It's something for a man. The good
Lord never meant for a decent woman
to want that -- not really want it!
It's all just a fake and a pipe-dream.
The others agree with her. She puts a piece of fudge in her
mouth.
CLOSE GROUP SHOT -- PREACHER, WILLA, CHILDREN
...as JOHN and PEARL (with DOLL) come shyly up. WILLA is
seated again. She is radiant.
WILLA HARPER:
John, Mr. Powell has got something
to tell you.
PREACHER:
Well, John, the night before your
father died, he told me what he did
with that money.
CLOSE SHOT -- JOHN
He desperately conceals his reaction; he thinks BEN has
betrayed him.
RESUME GROUP SHOT
PREACHER:
That money's at the bottom of the
river wrapped around a 12-pound
cobblestone.
He now conceals his new reaction.
RESUME GROUP SHOT
WILLA touches PREACHER'S hand, warmly.
WILLA HARPER:
Thank you, Harry.
She looks all around her, glowing, and stands up, hands to
hair.
PEARL HARPER:
John...
JOHN HARPER:
Sshhh...
WILLA HARPER:
I feel clean now! My whole body's
just a quiverin' with cleanness!
She walks away towards ICEY and the WOMEN.
CLOSE SHOT -- PREACHER
PREACHER:
John:
here.JOHN moves to stand in front of him; PEARL, to stand beside
PREACHER, with the DOLL.
CLOSE SHOT -- PREACHER AND CHILDREN
From JOHN'S eye-level; as JOHN steps in front of him and
PEARL beside him.
PREACHER:
Your tie's crooked.
HEAD CLOSE-UP -- JOHN
The hand named LOVE and the hand named HATE come in to
straighten the necktie. JOHN looks down. He looks up and
sees:
GROUP SHOT -- JOHN'S VIEWPOINT
PREACHER, in close-up, hands busy o.s.; PEARL, with doll;
and between them, in BACKGROUND, WILLA. She is now running
fast towards ICEY, who walks towards her with arms
outstretched. Behind them, the group of WOMEN. BIRDIE'S guitar
music begins o.s.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. BIRDIE'S BOAT -- EVENING -- MEDIUM SHOT -- BIRDIE, JOHN
AND SKIFF:
Birdie sits beside his open door, strumming a guitar and
singing. The scene is lamplighted from within. Ben's skiff
is inverted on trestles in FOREGROUND. At start of scene we
see only JOHN's feet; he's under the skiff, examining it.
After three lines of song he comes out from under, and lounges
against the skiff, tracing a tarry seam with his forefinger.
BIRDIE STEPTOE:
(singing)
'Twas down at Cresap's Landing, Along
the River Shore, Birdie Steptoe was
a Pilot in the good old days of yore.
Now he sets in his old wharf-boat...
JOHN HARPER:
(across him)
When'll Dad's skiff be ready?
BIRDIE STEPTOE:
Can't hear ye, boy.
(singing)
...So the big boats heave a sigh,
They blow for Uncle Birdie...
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