What Lies Beneath Page #15

CLAIRE:

He killed her. I'm not crazy. He

killed her and --

NORMAN:

This is the Feur thing?

CLAIRE:

Yes. And he's going to get away with

it.

Norman's momentarily speechless.

NORMAN:

How do you know this?

CLAIRE:

We had a seance.

NORMAN:

Who did?

CLAIRE:

Jody and I. And she was there, Norman,

she was. It scared Jody so bad she

had to leave.

NORMAN:

How did you --

CLAIRE:

Jody brought a Ouija board and we

summoned her.

He regards her for a moment.

NORMAN:

Are you angry at me?

This stops Claire in her tracks.

CLAIRE:

What?

NORMAN:

Maybe you resent how busy I've been.

CLAIRE:

What are you...? No.

NORMAN:

You know what I've got at stake with

this paper. You know that. I can't

help but think that you're doing

this now to hurt me, or to sabotage

me somehow.

CLAIRE:

Sabotage?

NORMAN:

Ever since the accident I've been

worried that you'd been unhappy,

or...

CLAIRE:

The accident...?

NORMAN:

But then you've been so much better...

CLAIRE:

Norman, this isn't about you. This

is something that's happening to me.

It's not to get even... and it's not

some warped bid for attention. Some

strange things are happening in our

house, whether you believe in them

or not...

NORMAN:

Sweetheart --

CLAIRE:

No! Not sweetheart, no. I believe in

what's happening. I don't want to,

but I do. I guess I was foolish enough

to think that would be enough for

you.

She turns on a heel and walks toward her car.

EXT. CAMPUS - NIGHT

Norman catches up to her as a LARGE CROWD is filing out of

the concert hall next door.

NORMAN:

You're overreacting.

She turns on him.

CLAIRE:

Don't tell me how to react!

Norman glances around at the crowded sidewalk.

NORMAN:

Keep your voice down.

CLAIRE:

I will NOT.

Some of the bystanders stop to watch.

CLAIRE:

(still loud)

Maybe you're right. Maybe I'm losing

my mind...

NORMAN:

(looking around)

Claire, please...

Claire leans in and lowers her voice without diminishing her

intensity.

CLAIRE:

...But what if I'm not? What if she

died in terror and betrayal and some

part of her can't move on while that's

unresolved. Can't you just...

Something behind him catches her eye. She trails off.

CLAIRE:

Wow...

Claire walks past him toward the parking lot.

NORMAN:

Claire, please...

There's a dangerous energy to her walk. People step out of

the way.

EXT. PARKING LOT - NIGHT

Claire walks past several cars until she sees the one she's

after. MR. FEUR steps out from behind the open trunk of his

old Buick.

CLAIRE:

(walking up)

You!

He looks up at her.

CLAIRE:

You think you're smart, don't you?

You think you got away clean. Well,

I know you killed her. You drowned

her in the bathtub and got rid of

her somewhere and I'm gonna find

her, you murdering sonofabitch.

Mr. Feur stares, dazed, through the tirade. Norman arrives

at her side.

MR. FEUR

Who?

CLAIRE:

(scoffing)

Give me that sh*t. Your wife.

MR. FEUR

I didn't kill my wife.

NORMAN:

(to Mr. Feur)

I'm sorry...

CLAIRE:

(over Norman)

Then where is she?

He stares at both Spencers for a moment. Then calls past

them.

MR. FEUR

Honey...

Claire and Norman turn. A BLOND WOMAN backs out of the

passenger seat. She turns. IT'S NOT THE FACE CLAIRE HAS SEEN.

Claire looks sucker punched.

INT. DR. DRAYTON'S OFFICE - DAY

Claire sits back in the chair. She looks drained. A soft

rain taps against the windows.

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