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(voice-over)
You feel hopeless. You may even feel that the whole world is against you. But the firm of Macintosh and Redding will stand with you and see that you get your day in court. Don’t make a bad situation worse!
When life hands you a bag of lemons, we can help you make lemonade! Stick it to them before they can stick it to you! If you have been injured in an accident, you may have thousands, even tens of thousands of dollars waiting for you. So don’t wait. Call now. Pick up the phone and dial 1-800-1-STIK-EM. That’s 1 ... 800 ...
ROBBIE comes into the doorway. His arrogance and authority have gone. He looks rumpled, nauseated, and scared to death.
55 INTERIOR: THE LIVING ROOM, FROM ROBBIE’S POINT OF VIEW.
The TV is smashed to hell, smoking . . . but still the TV AD blares on.
TV ANNOUNCER (voice-over)
(continues)
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One-STIK-EM. Get what’s coming to you. Haven’t you been through enough?
We can see the top of LINOGE’S head over the back of the chair. There is a SLURP as he sips tea.
56 INTERIOR: THE LIVING ROOM, A WIDER ANGLE.
We’re mostly over ROBBIE’S shoulder, here, looking at the smashed but still talking TV and the top of LINOGE’S head.
ROBBIE
Who are you?
The TV falls silent. Outside, we hear the WIND OF THE RISING STORM. Slowly, slowly, the SNARLING SILVER WOLF rises above the back of the chair, pointed at ROBBIE like a sinister puppet. Its eyes and muzzle seem to DRIP BLOOD. It wags slowly back and forth like a pendulum.
LINOGE (voice)
Born in sin, come on in.
ROBBIE flinches, opens his mouth, then closes it again. What do you say to a remark like that? But LINOGE isn’t finished.
LINOGE (voice)
You were with a whore in Boston when your mother died in Machias. Ma was in that crappy nursing home they closed down last fall, the one where they found the rats in the pantry, right? She choked to death calling your name. Isn’t that sweet? Other than a good slice of processed yellow cheese, there’s nothing on earth like a mother’s love!
57 INTERIOR: ROBBIE.
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Big reaction here. How would any of us react, if told one of our darkest secrets by a murderous stranger we could not properly see?
LINOGE (voice)
But that’s all right, Robbie.
Another big reaction from ROBBIE--the stranger knows his name!
58 INTERIOR: MARTHA’S CHAIR.
LINOGE peeks around the chair’s left-side wing, almost coyly. His eyes are more or less normal, but he is almost as blood-streaked as the head of his silver bludgeon.
LINOGE
She’s waiting for you in hell. And she’s turned cannibal. When you get there, she’s going to eat you alive. Over and over and over again. Because that’s what hell’s about--repetition. I think in our hearts, most of us know that. CATCH!
He heaves DAVEY’S basketball.
59 INTERIOR: THE LIVING ROOM DOORWAY, WITH ROBBIE.
The ball hits him in the chest, leaving a blood mark. ROBBIE’S had enough. He turns and FLEES, SCREAMING.
60 INTERIOR: MARTHA’S LIVING ROOM, ANGLE ON CHAIR AND TV.
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
Once again, we can just see the top of LINOGE’S head. Then his hand appears, rolled into a fist. It hovers in the air for a moment, then one finger POPS OUT, pointed at the TV. The WEATHER LADY
resumes immediately.
WEATHER LADY (voice-over)
Let’s check the area apt to be most severely affected by the oncoming storm.
LINOGE reaches for another cookie.
61 EXTERIOR: IN FRONT OF MARTHA’S.
ROBBIE bolts down the steps to his car, as fast as his chubby little legs will carry him. His face is a mask of horror and bewilderment.
62 INTERIOR: MARTHA’S LIVING ROOM, FEATURING THE TV.
THE CAMERA MOVES IN SLOWLY on the SHATTERED PICTURE TUBE and SMOKING
INNARDS as the WEATHER LADY talks.
WEATHER LADY (voice-over)
The
You feel hopeless. You may even feel that the whole world is against you. But the firm of Macintosh and Redding will stand with you and see that you get your day in court. Don’t make a bad situation worse!
When life hands you a bag of lemons, we can help you make lemonade! Stick it to them before they can stick it to you! If you have been injured in an accident, you may have thousands, even tens of thousands of dollars waiting for you. So don’t wait. Call now. Pick up the phone and dial 1-800-1-STIK-EM. That’s 1 ... 800 ...
ROBBIE comes into the doorway. His arrogance and authority have gone. He looks rumpled, nauseated, and scared to death.
55 INTERIOR: THE LIVING ROOM, FROM ROBBIE’S POINT OF VIEW.
The TV is smashed to hell, smoking . . . but still the TV AD blares on.
TV ANNOUNCER (voice-over)
(continues)
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
One-STIK-EM. Get what’s coming to you. Haven’t you been through enough?
We can see the top of LINOGE’S head over the back of the chair. There is a SLURP as he sips tea.
56 INTERIOR: THE LIVING ROOM, A WIDER ANGLE.
We’re mostly over ROBBIE’S shoulder, here, looking at the smashed but still talking TV and the top of LINOGE’S head.
ROBBIE
Who are you?
The TV falls silent. Outside, we hear the WIND OF THE RISING STORM. Slowly, slowly, the SNARLING SILVER WOLF rises above the back of the chair, pointed at ROBBIE like a sinister puppet. Its eyes and muzzle seem to DRIP BLOOD. It wags slowly back and forth like a pendulum.
LINOGE (voice)
Born in sin, come on in.
ROBBIE flinches, opens his mouth, then closes it again. What do you say to a remark like that? But LINOGE isn’t finished.
LINOGE (voice)
You were with a whore in Boston when your mother died in Machias. Ma was in that crappy nursing home they closed down last fall, the one where they found the rats in the pantry, right? She choked to death calling your name. Isn’t that sweet? Other than a good slice of processed yellow cheese, there’s nothing on earth like a mother’s love!
57 INTERIOR: ROBBIE.
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
Big reaction here. How would any of us react, if told one of our darkest secrets by a murderous stranger we could not properly see?
LINOGE (voice)
But that’s all right, Robbie.
Another big reaction from ROBBIE--the stranger knows his name!
58 INTERIOR: MARTHA’S CHAIR.
LINOGE peeks around the chair’s left-side wing, almost coyly. His eyes are more or less normal, but he is almost as blood-streaked as the head of his silver bludgeon.
LINOGE
She’s waiting for you in hell. And she’s turned cannibal. When you get there, she’s going to eat you alive. Over and over and over again. Because that’s what hell’s about--repetition. I think in our hearts, most of us know that. CATCH!
He heaves DAVEY’S basketball.
59 INTERIOR: THE LIVING ROOM DOORWAY, WITH ROBBIE.
The ball hits him in the chest, leaving a blood mark. ROBBIE’S had enough. He turns and FLEES, SCREAMING.
60 INTERIOR: MARTHA’S LIVING ROOM, ANGLE ON CHAIR AND TV.
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
Once again, we can just see the top of LINOGE’S head. Then his hand appears, rolled into a fist. It hovers in the air for a moment, then one finger POPS OUT, pointed at the TV. The WEATHER LADY
resumes immediately.
WEATHER LADY (voice-over)
Let’s check the area apt to be most severely affected by the oncoming storm.
LINOGE reaches for another cookie.
61 EXTERIOR: IN FRONT OF MARTHA’S.
ROBBIE bolts down the steps to his car, as fast as his chubby little legs will carry him. His face is a mask of horror and bewilderment.
62 INTERIOR: MARTHA’S LIVING ROOM, FEATURING THE TV.
THE CAMERA MOVES IN SLOWLY on the SHATTERED PICTURE TUBE and SMOKING
INNARDS as the WEATHER LADY talks.
WEATHER LADY (voice-over)
The
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