Witness Page #16
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- 1985
- 112 min
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BOOK:
Quaint? Can't imagine why.
She smiles.
BOOK (CONT.)
Where's the nearest telephone?
RACHEL:
Telephone? The Gunthers across
the valley. They're Mennonite.
They have cars and refrigerators
and telephones in the houses even.
BOOK:
No. I'd want a public phone.
Rachel's face clouds.
RACHEL:
Well...the store at Saltzburg....
(then briskly)
But you won't be going to
Saltzburg for a while.
BOOK:
I'm going this morning.
RACHEL:
But Stoltzfus said...
BOOK:
(cutting in)
I know what he said.
RACHEL:
You can go with Eli He's
taking Samuel to school. But
you'll have to hurry.
Rachel turns to leave when Book calls her back.
93C CONTINUED:
(3)93C
BOOK:
Rachel.
She turns to look at him. It's the first time he's
used her name.
BOOK:
(continuing)
Thanks.
She smiles and leaves.
93D EXT. FARMHOUSE - DAY
93D
Eli calls impatiently from the buggy. Samuel sits
beside him.
ELI:
Hurry up now, John Book!
INT. KITCHEN - DAY
Rachel washing dishes turns on hearing Book enter. She
laughs out loud at the sight of him in his Amish gear,
and rightly so - the pants are highwater, the hat low-
rise, the jacket ill-fitting. Book looks self-
conscious, even a little sheepish.
Outside another SHOUT from Eli.
RACHEL:
You'd better go.
Book looks embarrassed.
BOOK:
My... eh... gun?
The smile fades from Rachel's face as she reaches up
into a cupboard. She passes the gun in its holster to
Book. He fastens it about him. The contradiction of
an "Armed Amishman" increases the awkwardness between
them. Book turns his back to her and checks the
weapon. He turns back to her smiling in an odd way.
BOOK:
The... bullets?
RACHEL:
Oh. The bullets.
She takes them out of a disused coffee jar, passes them
to Book.
BOOK:
(attempting a joke)
Not much good without them.
93F INT. BUGGY - COUNTRY ROAD - DAY
93F
Samuel sits between Eli and Book. Both men stare
straight ahead. Eli looks particularly stern. It's
pretty clear he doesn't like this Englishman wearing
the clothes of his faith.
93G EXT. AMISH ONE-TEACHER-SCHOOL - DAY
93G
With a wave Samuel runs into the schoolyard to join
his friends. A teacher begins ringing a bell.
93H INT. STORE, - SALTZBURG
93H
Book on the telephone waiting for his call to be
answered. He looks about him - several Amish and
Dithers mingle in the shop. Book-has gotten a coke
from a machine, seems a bit self-conscious shout it
sips at it surreptitiously.... A voice comes on the
line; it's that of Book's partner.
CARTER:
Yeah?
A silence.
BOOK:
It's me.
CARTER:
Johnny! Where the hell have you been?
BOOK:
Never mind. I'm coming in to take
care of business. How hot am I?
CARTER:
(low, urgent)
Too hot. Don't do it. Don't come in.
BOOK:
I'm coming.
93H CONTINUED:
93H
CARTER:
Listen, Johnny, don't do anything
stupid. You couldn't get within a
mile of Schaeffer right now. So
stay put... Stay in touch - I'll
let you know when maybe it makes
sense.
A beat as Book considers that.
CARTER:
(continuing; edgily)
You hear me?
BOOK:
(finally)
I hear you. I'll stay in touch.
CARTER:
That's more like it.
(and)
Where are you at, anyway?
Book allows himself a small smile, regarding his Amish
image reflected in the window of the store.
BOOK:
Where I'm at is maybe 1890.
CARTER:
(uncomprehending)
Say again?
BOOK:
Make that 1790
He hangs up. A beat, then he stares toward the door Q
the store.
93-I INT. BARN - DAY
93-I
Book works on his car. The battery has gone flat and
he's trying to charge it up by running wires to a
battery mounted under the front seat of the Lapp buggy.
Eli stands at the barn door staring at him, again the
disapproving look.
ELI:
If you are well enough to do that
thing, you can do work for me.
93-I CONTINUED:
93-I
Book is genuinely apologetic.
BOOK:
Sure, I'm sorry. Hope you don't
mind me plugging in to your battery
Mine's
dead.... How can I help? What can
I do?
ELI:
Maybe milking.
BOOK:
(eyes Eli)
Milking?
ELI:
Cows. You know, cows?
BOOK:
I've seen pictures.
ELI:
Good, you start tomorrow.
93J INT. BOOK'S ROOM - LAPP FARM - NIGHT
93J
Where Book lies asleep. A beat, then Eli comes in
carrying a lamp. He pauses a moment to peer at the
sleeping figure with undisguised anticipation. Then he
gives him a jarring thump:
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