Silver Bullet Page #4

MARTY (voice)

Holy...! Brady, are you sure they're

not poisonous?

BRADY (voice)

Little old blacksnake? Hell, no!

Hands - the rather grimy hands of a boy bent on mischief -

grab the blacksnake.

EXT. MARTY AND BRADY, CU

BRADY holds the snake up. Both boys gaze at it with

respectful wonder.

NOTE:
MARTY is wearing a silver St. Cristopher's medallion,

and will through the whole movie.

MARTY:

Lemme hold him!

BRADY hands it over. As MARTY looks at the snake, BRADY

sees:

EXT. JANE, COMING OUT OF THE TENT DAY

JANE (v-o)

I was almost fifteen that summer. My

brother Marty was eleven. Marty and his

friend Brady Kincaid were the crosses I

had to bear. Brady was actually the worse

of the two, but I was rarely disposed to

see that. Not when my younger brother was

so constantly thrown in my face by my

parents.

LOWE (v-o from the tent)

$32,000 is a lot of money. But when you

think of the lives this unit might save, it

seems very inexpensive indeed.

Applause greets this.

EXT. MARTY AND BRADY

Again we are fairly tight on the boys - we see them from

waist or chest height. BRADY snatches back the snake.

BRADY:

I got an idea.

MARTY:

What?

BRADY looks toward JANE. MARTY follows his gaze. His eyes

widen.

MARTY:

You wouldn't.

BRADY grins. MARTY assesses the grin.

MARTY:

You would.

INT. THE PODIUM, WITH LOWE

LOWE:

An endeavor like this seems to me to be

the very definition of community - all

of us pulling together as one, farmers

and merchants... Protestants and Catholics...

EXT. JANE

She is walking slowly toward the picnic area, and is passing

under a tree. There's more applause from the tent.

BRADY (teasing voice)

Jane... Jane...

She looks up. The blacksnake dangles down toward her, almost

touching her upturned face.

JANE shrieks and bolts. She gets a little way, trips over

her own feet and falls down hard. She's wearing what was a

nice jumper and nylons. Now the jumper is torn and the hose

shredded at the knees.

EXT. THE TREE, WITH BRADY

He's lying over a limb with the snake in his hand, laughing

wildly.

EXT. JANE

She gets up, looks at her clothes, her bloody knees. She's

near tears.

EXT. MARTY, AT ONE SIDE OF THE TREE, FAIRLY TIGHT

The shot's from the chest up. He looks sorry he was a part

of this little stunt, as he ought to be.

MARTY:

It was just a blacksnake, Jane-

EXT. JANE

She looks around at him in a fury of embarrassment and

something very close to hate.

JANE:

Look at my knees! Look at my dress!

I hate you!

EXT. BRADY, UP IN THE TREE

BRADY:

Did wittle Janie make wee-wee in her

teddies?

EXT. MARTY

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