INT. THE FRONT SEAT, WITH RAHEL AND GAGE
GAGE is sitting in his car seat, not exactly crying but certainly
yelling to be let out. The seat, dash, and floorboards are
littered with roadmaps, soda cans, Big Mac boxes, and similar
crud. These folks have driven all the way from Chicago to Maine in
this station wagon, and the wagon looks it.
Decided to wake up and see what home
looks like, huh?
She begins to unbuckle the straps and harnesses. GAGE is just
wearing a t-shirt and a diaper. He's fifteen months old.
EXT. THE REAR OF THE WAGON, WITH LOUIS
He opens the doorgate and lifts out a cat carrier. We see a big
tomcat inside--mostly what we're aware of are shining green eyes.
Daddy! Mommy! I see a path!
LOUIS, cat carrier still in hand, turns toward:
EXT. ELLIE IN THE TIRE SWING
She's got it penduluming back and forth in long wide arcs.
EXT. THE VIEW UP TOWARD THE WOODS, ELLIE'S POV
We see the field, and a clearly marked and mown path leading up
its flank and into the dark woods.
THE CAMERA DIPS AND PENDULUMS as ELLIE swings.
EXT. RACHEL AND GAGE (FRONT OF THE CAR)
Not so high, Ellie! You don't know
how strong that rope is.
She puts GAGE down. He totters a bit on his little legs and then
stands there, looking at his sister.
EXT. THE ROPE AND THE BRANCH, CU
The bark has rubbed off the branch--it looks like a bone peeping
through decayed flesh. The rope is old, discolored. And it is
fraying away as we look at it. Soon ELLIE, like Humpty Dumpty, is
going to have a great fall.
EXT. LOUIS (REAR OF THE CAR)
He's set the cat-carrier down and is straightening up.
ELLIE (raptuous voice)
Ellie, you heard your m---
His eyes widen.