Storm of the Century by Stephen King Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Stephen King
the walk, is a sign reading WEE FOLKS DAY-CARE CENTER. It’s on a chain, and swinging back and forth in the wind. The sky overhead is grayer than ever. The ocean, visible here in the background, is full of gray chop.
The door opens. MIKE and HATCH come out, pulling down their hats to keep the wind from tearing them off, raising the collars of their jackets. As they approach the car, MIKE stops and looks up at the sky. It’s coming, all right. A big one. MIKE’S anxious face says he knows that. Or thinks he does. No one knows how big this baby is going to be.
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He gets into the car behind the wheel, waving to MOLLY, who stands on the porch with her sweater over her shoulders. HATCH waves, too. She waves back. The four-wheel drive pulls around in a U-turn, headed back to the market.
33 INTERIOR: THE ISLAND SERVICES VEHICLE, WITH MIKE AND HATCH.
HATCH
(quite amused)
The “smaller button,” huh?
MIKE
Everyone’s got one. You gonna tell Melinda?
HATCH
No . . . but Pippa will. Did you notice, through the whole thing, she never lost sight of her bread.
The two men look at each other and grin.
34 EXTERIOR: ATLANTIC STREET--DAY.
Coming up the center of the street, oblivious of the impending storm and rising wind, is a boy of about fourteen--DAVEY HOPEWELL. He’s dressed in a heavy coat and gloves with the fingers cut off. This makes it easier to handle a basketball. He weaves from side to side, dribbling and talking to himself. Doing play-by-play, in fact.
DAVEY
Davey Hopewell in transition ... he avoids the press . . . Stockton tries to steal the ball, but he doesn’t have a chance . . . It’s Davey Hopewell at the top of the key . . . clock running out . . . Davey Hopewell’s the Celtics’ only hope ... he shakes and bakes ... he-- Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
DAVEY HOPEWELL stops. Holds the ball and looks at:
35 EXTERIOR: MARTHA CLARENDON’S HOUSE, FROM DAVEY’S POINT OF VIEW.
The door is open in spite of the cold, and the overturned walker is lying by the porch steps, where LINOGE threw it.
36 EXTERIOR: RESUME DAVEY.
He tucks his basketball under his arm and goes slowly to MARTHA’S gate. He stands there for a moment, then sees something black on the white paint. There are CHAR MARKS where LINOGE
tapped his cane. DAVEY touches one with a couple of bare fingers (cutoff gloves, remember) and then snatches them away.
DAVEY
Owww!
Still hot, those marks. But he loses interest in them as he looks at the overturned walker and the open door--that door shouldn’t be open, not in this weather. He starts up the path; climbs the steps. He bends, moves the walker aside.
WEATHER LADY (voice)
What part does global warming play in such storms? The fact is, we just don’t know . . .
DAVEY
(calls)
Mrs. Clarendon? You all right?
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37 INTERIOR: MARTHA’S LIVING ROOM, WITH LINOGE.
The weather is still playing. The storm graphics have moved closer toward their eventual point of impact. LINOGE sits in MARTHA’S chair, with his bloody cane drawn across his lap. His eyes are closed. His face has that look of meditation.
WEATHER LADY
One thing we do know is that the jet stream has taken on a pattern which is very typical for this time of year, although the upper flow is even stronger than usual, helping to account for the terrific strength of this western storm.
DAVEY (off-screen)
(calls)
Mrs. Clarendon? It’s Davey! Davey Hopewell! Are you all right?
LINOGE opens his eyes. Once again they are BLACK . . . but now the black is shot through with TWISTS OF RED . . . like FIRE. HE GRINS, showing those AWFUL TEETH. We hold on this, then:
FADE OUT. THIS ENDS ACT 1.
Act 2
38 EXTERIOR: THE PORCH OF MARTHA’S HOUSE--DAY.
We are looking out through the open door at DAVEY HOPEWELL, who is
The door opens. MIKE and HATCH come out, pulling down their hats to keep the wind from tearing them off, raising the collars of their jackets. As they approach the car, MIKE stops and looks up at the sky. It’s coming, all right. A big one. MIKE’S anxious face says he knows that. Or thinks he does. No one knows how big this baby is going to be.
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He gets into the car behind the wheel, waving to MOLLY, who stands on the porch with her sweater over her shoulders. HATCH waves, too. She waves back. The four-wheel drive pulls around in a U-turn, headed back to the market.
33 INTERIOR: THE ISLAND SERVICES VEHICLE, WITH MIKE AND HATCH.
HATCH
(quite amused)
The “smaller button,” huh?
MIKE
Everyone’s got one. You gonna tell Melinda?
HATCH
No . . . but Pippa will. Did you notice, through the whole thing, she never lost sight of her bread.
The two men look at each other and grin.
34 EXTERIOR: ATLANTIC STREET--DAY.
Coming up the center of the street, oblivious of the impending storm and rising wind, is a boy of about fourteen--DAVEY HOPEWELL. He’s dressed in a heavy coat and gloves with the fingers cut off. This makes it easier to handle a basketball. He weaves from side to side, dribbling and talking to himself. Doing play-by-play, in fact.
DAVEY
Davey Hopewell in transition ... he avoids the press . . . Stockton tries to steal the ball, but he doesn’t have a chance . . . It’s Davey Hopewell at the top of the key . . . clock running out . . . Davey Hopewell’s the Celtics’ only hope ... he shakes and bakes ... he-- Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
DAVEY HOPEWELL stops. Holds the ball and looks at:
35 EXTERIOR: MARTHA CLARENDON’S HOUSE, FROM DAVEY’S POINT OF VIEW.
The door is open in spite of the cold, and the overturned walker is lying by the porch steps, where LINOGE threw it.
36 EXTERIOR: RESUME DAVEY.
He tucks his basketball under his arm and goes slowly to MARTHA’S gate. He stands there for a moment, then sees something black on the white paint. There are CHAR MARKS where LINOGE
tapped his cane. DAVEY touches one with a couple of bare fingers (cutoff gloves, remember) and then snatches them away.
DAVEY
Owww!
Still hot, those marks. But he loses interest in them as he looks at the overturned walker and the open door--that door shouldn’t be open, not in this weather. He starts up the path; climbs the steps. He bends, moves the walker aside.
WEATHER LADY (voice)
What part does global warming play in such storms? The fact is, we just don’t know . . .
DAVEY
(calls)
Mrs. Clarendon? You all right?
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37 INTERIOR: MARTHA’S LIVING ROOM, WITH LINOGE.
The weather is still playing. The storm graphics have moved closer toward their eventual point of impact. LINOGE sits in MARTHA’S chair, with his bloody cane drawn across his lap. His eyes are closed. His face has that look of meditation.
WEATHER LADY
One thing we do know is that the jet stream has taken on a pattern which is very typical for this time of year, although the upper flow is even stronger than usual, helping to account for the terrific strength of this western storm.
DAVEY (off-screen)
(calls)
Mrs. Clarendon? It’s Davey! Davey Hopewell! Are you all right?
LINOGE opens his eyes. Once again they are BLACK . . . but now the black is shot through with TWISTS OF RED . . . like FIRE. HE GRINS, showing those AWFUL TEETH. We hold on this, then:
FADE OUT. THIS ENDS ACT 1.
Act 2
38 EXTERIOR: THE PORCH OF MARTHA’S HOUSE--DAY.
We are looking out through the open door at DAVEY HOPEWELL, who is
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