Pet Sematary Page #6

JUD:

You need a glass?

LOUIS:

Not at all.

JUD:

Good for you.

LOUIS drinks half the can at a draught.

LOUIS:

God, that's fine.

JUD:

Ain't it just? The man who invented

beer, Louis, that man was having a

prime day for himself.

LOUIS:

What were you listening to?

JUD:

Allman Brothers.

LOUIS:

What?

JUD:

The Eat A Peach album. God, they were

good before drugs and bad luck caught

up with them. Listen to this, Louis.

He passes the headphones over. LOUIS puts them on. JUD presses the

Walkman's PLAY button.

SOUND:
Ramblin' Man blasts us out of our seats.

LOUIS winces and rakes the spidery earphones off his head.

JUD:

I'm sorry. Wait.

He turns it down.

JUD:

Try that.

LOUIS puts the earphones back on and listens for a few moments.

It's the instrumental break. Gregg and Duane Allman dueling hot

Fenders. LOUIS takes the earphones off.

LOUIS:

Nice.

JUD:

I like rock and roll. No...I guess

that's too mild. I love it. Since

my ears started to die out on me,

it's the only music I can really hear.

And since my wife died...I dunno, some-

times a little rock and roll fills up

night. Not always, but sometimes. (Pause)

One more time--welcome to Ludlow. Hope

your time here will be a happy one.

LOUIS (great sincerity)

Thank you, Mr. Crandall.

He drinks again--they both do. There's a moment of companionable

silence here, broken by the SOUND of a big truck. They look

toward:

EXT/INT. THE ROAD (THROUGH THE PORCH SCREEN)

One of those big tanker trucks goes rumbling by--now there are

little amber running lights on top of it. It's going fast, too--

sweeps by in a blast of air.

INT. THE PORCH, WITH LOUIS AND JUD

LOUIS (wincing)

Jesus!

JUD (lights a cigarette)

That's one mean road, all right--you

remember that path your wife commented on?

LOUIS:

The one that goes into the woods--sure.

JUD:

That road--and those Orinco trucks--

are the two main reasons it's there.

LOUIS:

What's at the end of it?

JUD (smiles)

Another day--after you get settled in a

bit. Meantime, doc---

Here JUD raises his glass in a toast.

JUD (continues)

Here's to your bones.

LOUIS clinks his glass against JUD'S.

LOUIS:

And yours.

They drink.

EXT. ROUTE 9 NIGHT

LOUIS crosses from the CRANDALL side to his own, and the CAMERA

FOLLOWS as he walks slowly up the driveway and past the wagon. He

pauses for a moment, looking thoughtfully--hopefully--at his new

house. Then something--the CRY of an OWL, perhaps--draws his

attention the other way...toward the path.

He walks to its head and stands looking out at it--it glimmers in

a wide cut swath that's a bit ghostly in the dark.

A SHAPE suddenly lurches out of the high grass at him, and LOUIS

recoils with a startled, muffled cry.

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