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I found it kind of amusing that the presentation seemed to be more about JP than Marie.
77 EXT: COLLINSPORT INN - NIGHT 77 CLOSE UP of the police car's flashing red light. PULL BACK to see car stopping in front of Collinsport Inn. A policeman SETH gets out of the car. |
78. INT. LOBBY - INN - NIGHT TODD is putting coins in the cigarette machine. Seth brushes past him, entering. TODD Hi, Seth. Seth nods, walks to the registration desk. CAMERA TRUCKS him to TOW SHOT. The manager, BUD, is behind it. SETH Evenin', Bud. The chief wants a list of your guests the last two nights. Another woman's been attacked out on Beach Road. Todd, passing the desk, frowns. ( SETH ) Yeah (Same kind of attack as Daphne) (Budd's yesterday. ) | TODD | Another one? | | SETH v ( 79. INT. COLLINSPORT INN-DINING ROOM - NIGHT Todd's CAMERA is TIGHT on C CAROLYN (VO) She was strangled? CAMERA PULLS BACK. Todd sits beside her. They are on a banquette against the wall. TODD Yes, but the weird thing is that she was also bitten like Daphne. Finish your drink. I'll take you home. She shakes her head, very upset. She doesn't want anymore. |
I watched the clip again and it seems that Pierson is reading from the KLS movie book.
Inside the house Jeff was busy framing a recently com- pleted portrait of Nancy Hodiak. Everything was done except for attaching a new wire to the back of the frame. Maggie was there watching him work and in a worried state of mind. She said, "We'll never discuss David. I know it. And it's not David we need to talk about. It's their attitude. I'm not doing any good in that house. That's why --" She hesitated, leaving her sentence unfinished. Jeff finished working and gave her all his attention. "That's why what?" She gave him a sober look. "I'm going to give my notice tonight." Jeff moved nearer to her. "I'm going back to Boston." He took her in his arms. "I won't let you do that." She looked up at him. They kissed. She was still in his arms when there was a knock on the door. Jeff released Maggie reluctantly. "Damn! It's Nancy Hodiak. I'll talk you out of it later." Maggie smiled wanly and shook her head. "Don't count on it." |
Jeff opened the door. "Come in, Nancy. I wonder you took a chance coming down that steep embankment on a night like this." She smiled. "I had to. I couldn't wait to see the por- trait. Anyway, I was careful and picked my steps." Jeff smiled. "I suppose I shouldn't have built down here, but it's such a perfect spot otherwise. You know Maggie?" "Of course," Nancy Hodiak said brightly. "Hello Maggie. Awful weather, isn't it?" "It surely is," she agreed. She'd met the wealthy young matron a few times and had found her pleasant. Jeff said, "The portrait is complete, even to a frame and a wire to hang it with." "Wonderful!" Nancy exclaimed happily. Let me see it." Jeff went over and held it up for her. "I hope you like it." "Oh, look at it!" Nancy said with delight. She turned to Maggie. "Isn't it well done?" "I think it's one of the best things Jeff has turned out," she agreed. Nancy told him, "I love it, Jeff. It takes some ego to give your own portrait to your husband for his birthday. But that's the way I am. You better wrap it. I don't want it to get wet." "It won't take a minute," Jeff promised. Nancy turned to Maggie again. "My husband doesn't like me driving alone on these dark stormy nights. But I had to pick this up. I want to surprise him." "Your husband is bound to like it," Maggie assured her. "I hope so," Nancy said, looking around the room and taking everything in. "I like this place. It's so, well, so artistic!" "Jeff has made it comfortable." "More than that," the young matron said. "It has the feeling of being a creative place." "He has good taste," Maggie agreed. Jeff came back to them with the wrapped portrait. "I've wrapped it doubly to be sure the rain doesn't get at it." "Wonderful!" Nancy said. "I'll see you up to the road," Jeff suggested. "No," Nancy protested. "That's not necessary." "I don't mind." She moved to the door with the portrait in her hands. "I won't allow it. Enjoy your company." She gave Maggie a special smile. "I managed getting down and going up is much easier. After all, it's not Mount Everest!" Jeff smiled. "I'm so used to it I don't think anything about it." "I'll manage nicely," the young matron said. "Good- night, Maggie. Nice to see you again." Maggie said goodnight to her and Jeff saw her to the door. When he came back in he told Maggie, "You won't believe this but I heard another roll of thunder just now. When these storms begin they never come to an end!" |
A short distance away on the fringe of the macabre scene, Jeff and Maggie, holding umbrellas against the heavy rain, were talking to a police officer in raincoat. Jeff was holding the ruined portrait and studying it with obvious distress. "This is unbelievable," Jeff declared. The officer's bony face was sober. "You didn't hear anything that could have been a scream?" "No," Jeff said,staring at the damaged painting in a dazed way and then finally lowering it. "Jeff offered to escort her back to her car but she refused," Maggie volunteered. "That's true," Jeff recalled. "I almost insisted on it, but she didn't seem to want me to go with her." The officer frowned. "You're sure she was alone" She had no one in the car with her?" Jeff and Maggie exchanged glances. "I don't think so," he told the officer, "though I really don't know. Why did you ask?" The officer's eyes were cold. "She might have had some- body in the car with her that she didn't want you to discover. And it could have been that somebody who did this." "I hadn't thought of that," Jeff admitted. "But I doubt if that was her reason. I think she just didn't want me going out in the rain on what she considered a needless errand." "It didn't turn out that way," the officer said grimly. Jeff shifted his umbrella to the other hand. "No, it didn't," he said quietly. "She was my friend as well as my client. I'm badly upset by her murder." "We wouldn't have known about it yet if Jeff hadn't come out to get his car to take me home," Maggie said earnestly. Jeff nodded. "It was then I saw her car still here and knew something was wrong. So I called you people." "It's a bad business," the officer said. "We'll want to talk to you later and get detailed statements." "We'll do anything we can," Jeff said soberly. "What about her husband," Maggie asked. "He'll have to be told. She was giving him the portrait for a birthday present." The officer looked bleak. "We've already sent a message out to him but he can't be reached. He's out of the area tonight. We'll have to locate him." Jeff said, "How did it happen? I mean, how was she murdered?" "She was strangled," the officer said in his dry voice. "How awful!" Maggie gasped. The officer gave her a sharp glance. "But the crazy thing is, it looks like some kind of an animal bit her first." |
69 EXT: JEFF'S STUDIO - NIGHT 69 LONG SHOT It is the following evening. It is raining. From the bluff above we see Jeff's studio. A road runs along the bluff. A STATION WAGON ENTERS THE SHOT. Its headlights are on. It drives until it is parallel to the lighted studio. It stops at a winding path that leads down the rugged descent to the house itself. CAMERA PANS TO CLOSE UP of the driver of the car. NANCY HODIAK is a pretty matron. She looks from the car window down at the house. 70 INT: JEFF'S STUDIO 70 TIGHT SHOT of an oil portrait of Nancy Hodiak. The CAMERA TRUCKS AROUND the portrait and WIDENS TO INCLUDE Jeff adjusting a new wire on the back of the frame. Maggie watches him. MAGGIE We'll never discuss David. I know it. And it's not David we need to talk about -- it's their attitude. I'm not doing any good in that house. That's why -- She stops. Jeff quits working, looks at her. JEFF That's why what? MAGGIE I'm going to give my notice tonight. He starts to come to her. MAGGIE Go back to Boston -- Jeff takes her in his arms. JEFF I won't let you do that. She looks up at him. They kiss. There is a knock at the door. JEFF Damn! It's Nancy Hodiak. I'll talk you out of it later. Maggie smiles, shakes her head. He won't be able to. He opens the door. 71 JEFF 71 Come in, Nancy. It's all ready. MRS. HODIAK Hello, Jeff, Maggie. She goes to the portrait, admiring it. |
Jeff smiles. Starts to wrap it. 72 EXT: JEFF'S STUDIO - NIGHT 72 LONG SHOT LONG LENS from the bluff, as if someone were standing there, looking down at the studio. The door to the cottage opens. Light spills out as Mrs. Hodiak, carrying the wrapped portrait, and Jeff can be seen in the door. There is a flash of light- ning, a CRACK OF THUNDER. We see Jeff close the door. SLOW ZOOM down to Mrs. Hodiak, as she starts up the path to her car. Lightning flashes. The CAMERA HOLDS HER TIGHT, as she climbs. There is the NOISE OF BUSHES BEING PUSHED APART, TWIGS STEPPED ON. She hears this, stops, frowns, looks around. The CAMERA PANS the dense undergrowth. Mrs. Hodiak starts to walk faster. The NOISE SEEMS TO FOLLOW HER. She looks over her shoulder. She is positive that there is someone -- or something -- in the undergrowth. She runs up the twisting path. She drops the picture. 73 PORTRAIT - CLOSE UP 73 as booted foot steps on it ripping through it. 74 NANCY HODIAK - CLOSE UP 74 LONG LENS HOLDS HER TIGHT as she runs toward camera. WHIP PULL BACK to WIDE ANGLE showing that CAMERA IS SHOOTING THROUGH car window which FRAMES her as she runs for the car and into a TIGHT SHOT as she yanks 74 CONTD CONTD 74 open the door and jumps in. lightning and THUNDER CRASH as she frantically locks her side of the car. As she reaches across to lock the other door, it violently swings open, as the CAMERA ZOOMS IN on her terrified, horrified face. She SCREAMS. 75 EXT: BLUFF - NIGHT 75 HIGH ANGLE Police cars are parked around Mrs. Hodiak's station wagon. An ambulance is parked farther away. A covered stretcher is being picked off the ground by two white uniformed ATTENDANTS. They start for the ambulance. Mrs. Hodiak's car doors are open. The rain is pouring down. As Mrs. Hodiak's body is placed in the ambulance CUT TO: 76 PORTRAIT - CLOSE UP 76 It is ripped and muddied. During the following, CAMERA TRUCKS BACK to show Jeff holding the portrait. Maggie is with him. They are holding umbrellas and talking to a POLICEMAN. |