Silver Bullet Page #5

MARTY:

Stop it, Brady.

EXT. BRADY, UP IN THE TREE

He throws the snake.

EXT. JANE

She dodges the snake with a little scream. She's beginning

to cry, but she flips BRADY the bird just the same.

EXT. BRADY, IN THE TREE

BRADY:

Ooooh, naughty!

EXT. MARTY

He moves toward JANE - there is something queerly unnatural

in this movement, and in a moment we'll understand, but for

the time being we must be puzzled.

MARTY:

Jane, I'm sorry. It was just a joke. We

didn't mean-

He's reached her. JANE is sobbing now, hysterical.

JANE:

Oh, no! You never mean to! I hate you,

you booger!

She runs away.

EXT. THE TREE, WITH BRADY

He swings down and comes over to MARTY.

BRADY (with satisfaction)

Really got her goat that time.

EXT. MARTY

He's in a wheelchair, looking glumly after JANE.

MARTY:

Oh, shut up, Brady. You're warped.

EXT. NEAR THE BANDSTAND, FEATURING JANE DAY

She's walking slowly along, still crying a little. Now she

steps behind some bushes, looks around, hikes up the skirt

of her jumper, and wriggles out of the wrecked panty hose.

STELLA RANDOLPH (voice)

Wait! Don't go!

Startled, JANE looks around, instinctively yanking her dress

down. No one in sight.

MAN (voice; rough)

Just leave me alone!

Now she looks toward:

EXT. THE BANDSTAND, JANE'S POV

A man who looks like he might be a traveling salesman who

has just stepped whole and breathing from a dirty joke about

the farmer's daughter comes striding down from the

bandstand.

STELLA RANDOLPH, a plump but sweetly pretty girl, comes to

the stairs but does not descend them. She is also crying -

but these are real tears, folks. STELLA is a human Niagara

Falls.

STELLA (calls)

Please! You have to help me!

EXT. THE GAY DECEIVER

DECEIVER (keeps walking)

It's your oven, but it ain't my bun

you're baking in there. Sorry, babe.

B.g. SOUNDS:
More applause.

EXT. JANE

We can hear STELLA sobbing as JANE walks slowly toward the

bandstand with her panty hose still balled up in one hand.

JANE looks suddenly aware that she's not the only one in

this sad world who has troubles. She reaches the foot of the

stairs going up to the bandstand and tosses the hose

absently in a litter can.

JANE mounts the steps timidly.

JANE:

Stella? Is that you?

EXT. ON THE BANDSTAND

STELLA has retreated to one of the benches, where she is

bawling into a handful of Kleenex. Pudgy and twenty-two, she

is both funny and terribly sad. She looks around at the

sound of JANE's voice.

STELLA (alarmed)

Who - ?

JANE (approaching closer)

It's Jane, Stella. Jane Coslaw.

STELLA sees it is, and turns away from her, still weeping.

JANE stands, uncertain what to do next. After a moment she

approaches closer and touches STELLA'S turned back timidly.

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