97 INTERIOR: THE SHED DOORWAY, LOOKING OUT NIGHT.
JOANNA comes to the doorway and stands, eyes slowly widening with horror.
98 INTERIOR: THE SUPPLY SHED, FROM JOANNA'S POINT OF VIEW NIGHT.
There's blood everywhere on the industrial-sized boxes of cereal and powdered milk, the bags of rice and flour and sugar, the large plastic bottles labeled COLA, ORANGE DRINK, and FRUIT PUNCH.
There's blood SIZZLING on the side of the lantern, blood on the wall calendar, and BLOODY
GLOVEPRINTS on the bare boards and beams (this is a pretty utilitarian place). There's blood on the goods BILLY piled onto the toboggan, too. We can see this stuff because the tarp is gone.
99 INTERIOR: RESUME JOANNA, IN THE SHED DOORWAY.
Looks at:
100 INTERIOR: A CORNER OF THE SUPPLY SHED, FROM JOANNA'S POINT OF VIEW.
Here's the tarp. It's been used to cover BILLY'S body, but his feet stick out.
THE CAMERA PANS across the back of the shed. Here, in the other corner, CAT WITHERS is crouched in a fetal position, her knees drawn up to her chest and the fingers of one hand crammed into her mouth. She looks up at JOANNA THE CAMERA with wide, dazed eyes.
101 INTERIOR: RESUME JOANNA, IN THE SHED DOORWAY.
JOANNA
Cat . . . what happened?
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102 INTERIOR: RESUME CAT, CROUCHED IN THE CORNER.
CAT
I covered him up. He wouldn't want people to see him the way he is now, so I covered him up.
(pause) I covered him up because I loved him.
103 INTERIOR: RESUME JOANNA, IN THE SHED DOORWAY. Utter horror.
104 INTERIOR: RESUME CAT, CROUCHED IN THE CORNER.
CAT
I think it was the cane with the wolf's head that made me do it. I wouldn't touch it, if I were you.
(looks around)
So much blood. I loved him, and now look. I went and I killed him.
Slowly, she puts her fingers back into her mouth.
105 INTERIOR: RESUME JOANNA, IN THE SHED DOORWAY.
JOANNA Oh, Cat. Oh, my God.
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She turns and blunders away into the dark, headed back in the direction of the town hall.
106 INTERIOR: RESUME CAT, CROUCHED IN THE CORNER.
She's huddled, looking around with big eyes. Then she begins to sing in a lilting little-girl's voice.
The words are muffled by her fingers, but we can make them out: CAT
(sings)
'I'm a little teapot, short and stout. . . . Here is my handle, here is my spout. You can pick me up and pour me out. . . . I'm a little teapot, short and stout.'
107 EXTERIOR: JOANNA NIGHT.
She's struggling back toward the town hall. The hood of the parka has 184 STEPHEN KING
been flipped back by the wind once more, but this time she makes no effort to pull it back up.
She stops, seeing:
108 EXTERIOR: THE TOWN HALL PARKING LOT, FROM JOANNA'S POINT OF VIEW NIGHT.
Two figures are fighting their way through the snow toward a rank of snowmobiles near the side of the building.
109 EXTERIOR: RESUME JOANNA NIGHT.
JOANNA
Hey! Help! Help!
110 EXTERIOR: RESUME PARKING LOT NIGHT.
The two figures keep on moving. They haven't heard JOANNA over the HOWL OF THE WIND.
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111 EXTERIOR: RESUME JOANNA NIGHT.
She changes course, heading for the parking lot instead of the kitchen door, and tries to run. She throws one terrified glance back over her shoulder at the open door of the supply shed.
112 EXTERIOR: THE PARKING LOT, WITH URSULA AND LUCIEN. They reach one of the snowmobiles. LUCIEN gets on the front.
URSULA
(shouts to be heard) Don't you dump me in a snowbank, Lucien Fournier!
LUCIEN
No, ma'am.
URSULA studies him for a moment, as if to make sure he is telling the truth, then gets on the snowmobile. LUCIEN turns the key. The headlight and the rudimentary dashboard lights come on.
He pushes the starter. The ENGINE CRANKS but does not immediately start.
URSULA What's wrong?
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LUCIEN Nothing, she's just bein' grumpy.
He yanks the choke and prepares to start again.
JOANNA (faint voice) Hey! Help! HELP!
URSULA puts her hand over LUCIEN's before he can punch the starter, and now they both hear.
They turn toward:
