Pet Sematary Page #7

EXT. CHURCH

The cat, sure; who--or what--else? We see his big green eyes in

the dark as he cries his strange feline hello: Waow!

EXT. LOUIS AND CHURCH, AT THE HEAD OF THE PATH

LOUIS:

Church! God, you scared the life

out of me!

CHURCH:

Waow!

LOUIS bends and picks up the cat. As he does, that truck SOUND

comes again and he looks toward:

EXT. THE ROAD, LOUIS'S POV

Another Orinco tanker drones by, fast.

EXT. LOUIS AND CHURCH

LOUIS (to the cat)

I know one thing that will keep you

home, good buddy.

He starts toward the house.

BLACK. And in that blackness, we see a second title card: THE DEAD

SPEAK.

INT. A KITCHEN BLACKBOARD, CU DAY

Written on it is: MONDAY 1.) CHURCH SPAYED 10 A.M. QUENTIN

JOLANDER, D.V.M. And below, in even bigger letters: 2.) ELLIE'S

FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!!

THE CAMERA PANS LEFT, showing us the kitchen. There are still a

few cardboard cartons around, but the place is getting in shape.

We look out the window and see the CREEDS, led by JUD CRANDALL,

climbing the path toward the woods. LOUIS has got GAGE in a

Gerrypak.

EXT. AT THE TOP OF THE HILL, WITH CREEDS AND JUD

They are also at the edge of the woods. JUD stops and lets them

catch up.

JUD:

Take a look behind you.

They turn around, and their faces express their wonder.

LOUIS:

My God!

RACHEL:

It's beautiful!

EXT. THE VIEW

It is indeed beautiful. The CREED house is in the f.g., Route 9

just behind it (with one of the ever-present Orinco trucks droning

along), but behind that is the great sweep of the Penobscot river

valley, dozing under a fall sky of clear blue.

EXT. AT THE TOP OF THE HILL, WITH JUD AND THE CREEDS

JUD:

You folks ready to go on?

LOUIS:

Sure.

ELLIE:

But where are we going, Mr. Crandall?

JUD:

You'll see soon enough, hon.

They go into the woods, still following the path.

EXT. FOREST DAY

These are old woods indeed--huge trunks with dusty sunlight

shafting through them. It looks as though man has never made his

mark here.

THE CAMERA PANS SLOWLY DOWN to them, on the path. Here it is

carpeted with pine needles, but it is just as clearly marked.

JUD stops. LOUIS looks glad of the rest; he's sweating and there

are wide dark patches under his arms where the Gerrypak's straps

are.

LOUIS:

Who owns the woods up ahead? Paper

companies?

JUD:

Nope. The Micmac Indians. What's up

ahead is all that's left of their

tribal lands.

ELLIE (giggling)

Micmac, Ricmac, Kickmac, Sickmac.

JUD (smiles)

Ayuh, it's a funny word, ain't it?

You tired of totin' that yowwen yet, doc?

LOUIS:

Not yet...how much further is it?

JUD:

Aw, you'll be okay. Less than a mile.

He starts off again, fresh as a daisy. ELLIE scampers after him.

LOUIS rolls his eyes at his wife and RACHEL rolls hers back. Then

they press on.

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