The Crazies Page #2

JUDY:

You asked me once when we first got

together if I thought less of you

for staying here after high school

and following in your dad’s

footsteps. I want you to know

something. People like you, the

ones that stay, are the reason why

people like me come back.

David meets her gaze, heartened by that, and then places his

hand gently, tellingly, on her midsection.

DAVID:

You should be sleeping.

EXT. HIGHWAY 50 - DAY

David’s cruiser travels through the lonesome countryside.

EXT. HAMILL HOUSE - DAY

Turns in the drive of a rundown farmhouse on the outskirts of

town. Poorest family in Ogden Marsh. Parking, getting out,

David meets eyes with two boys feeding pigs behind the barn.

JAKE and CURT HAMILL. Rory's teenage sons. Tough kids, but

they've both been crying. Before David can say anything they

turn coldly away.

5.

He goes up the front steps to the house. Takes off his hat,

knocks. The door opens to reveal Rory's widow. PEGGY

HAMILL. Awkward is an understatement. David is the last

person she expected to see on her doorstep this morning.

DAVID:

Peggy, I...

(sudden loss for words)

I knew what I was gonna say before

I got here...

(then)

I'm real sorry, Peg. I liked Rory,

I liked him a lot.

Whatever resentment she might have harbored is defused by

David's simple decency. Looking him in the face, she just

crumbles. It's heartbreaking.

PEGGY HAMILL:

(in heaving sobs)

What was he doin'? What was he

doin'?

David holds her, the only thing keeping her upright. And we

see them from a distance, together in their anguish, the town

sheriff and the wife he made a widow.

EXT. TOWN CENTER, OGDEN MARSH, KANSAS - DAY

A lone street light flashes yellow on Main Street. It will

do that all day. An A & P, a post office, a bank. No

frills. No artifice. Like the people that live here.

David's cruiser pulls up outside C. R. Finley Funeral Home

which doubles as the town morgue.

INT. FINLEY FUNERAL HOME - DAY

MORTICIAN CHARLES FINLEY and the TOWN PASTOR are discussing

funeral arrangements in the dimly-lit foyer. David enters

and they go silent, unintentionally.

DAVID:

Pastor, Charlie...

TOWN PASTOR:

(to Finley in parting)

I'll talk to the family, see if

that schedule suits them.

The Pastor pats David's arm as he exits, a gesture of

solidarity. David comes over to Finley. An odd man whose

bony features reflect the grim solitude of his trade.

6.

DAVID:

Medical examiner still here?

FINLEY:

Was a minute ago.

DAVID:

Charlie, whatever the costs are for

the funeral, bill comes to me, all

right?

Finley nods okay. David heads for the back.

INT. BACK ROOM, TOWN MORGUE - DAY

TIP OF A PEN writes: "Aorta ruptured - fatal wound:

gunshot..."

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