Red Planet Page #3
GAGE:
Hi-Durch!
CHURCH:
Waow!
GAGE bends down and tries to open the cat-carrier's door. No soap.
Either he can't solve the latch or his fingers don't have the
strength. Anyway, he stops trying after a moment.
SOUND:
Growing thunder of an approaching truck - a big one.A big tanker truck--silver body, ORINCO written on the side in
blue letters--blasts by.
The windlash if the passing truck blows GAGE'S hair back from his
forehead. We should be scared here--not by the truck, but by
GAGE'S lack of fear. He's smiling, happy.
GAGE:
Druck!
He starts down the driveway toward the road.
EXT. LOUIS, RACHEL, ELLIE (AT THE SWING)
ELLIE has been disentangled from the swing. She's sitting by the
wreckage at the end of the driveway, weeping hysterically (as much
from tiredness as from pain, I think) as LOUIS and RACHEL examine
her scraped knee. The wound doesn't look too serious.
LOUIS (to RACHEL)
Would you get the first aid kit?
ELLIE (screaming)
Not the stingy stuff! I don't want the
stingy stuff, daddy!
RACHEL suddenly looks around toward:
EXT. THE FRONT OF THE WAGON (RACHEL'S POV)
No one there.
EXT. RACHEL, ELLIE, LOUIS, BY THE SWING
RACHEL:
Gage's gone!
LOUIS:
Jesus, the road!
They get up together.
EXT. GAGE, AT THE EDGE OF THE ROAD
A truck is coming. A great big one.
The grille looks like a tombstone that's learned how to snarl.
EXT. GAGE
He takes a step into the road...and then big, gnarled hands grab
him.
GAGE looks rather surprised at this, but not worried--this kid is
used to being picked up and treated humanely. To GAGE strangers
are as interesting as...well, as interesting as Orinco trucks.
The fellow who has picked GAGE up is a man of about eighty in old
blue jeans, a faded Bruce Springsteen t-shirt. Over this he wears
a faded khaki vest with bright silver buttons. His face is deeply
wrinkled and kindly.
JUD CRANDALL (to GAGE)
No you don't, my friend--not in
that road.
But he softens this with a grin. GAGE grins back at him.
GAGE:
Drucks!
JUD (low)
No sh*t, Sherlock.
JUD carries him up the driveway to the station wagon. Here he's
joined by LOUIS and RACHEL, out of breath and really scared. ELLIE
brings up the rear. She's still sniffling.
RACHEL:
Gage!
JUD (hands him to her)
He was headed for the road, looked
like. I corralled him for you, missus.
RACHEL:
Thank you. Thank you so much.
LOUIS:
Yes--thanks. I'm Louis Creed.
He sticks out his hand and JUD shakes it. LOUIS takes it easy--no
crushing JayCees grip, or anything like that--the old guy looks as
if he might have arthritis.
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