6 STELLA Mother, we’ve got to do something! MRS. HORAN What? STELLA Call the police? Mother, call the police! MRS. HORAN (not about to interfere; hopeless) The child… At this point, the hysteric babble reaches its crescendo; we should be able to pick out phrases in this cacophony as Margaret rants at Carrie to go into her closet and pray for forgiveness; as Carrie’s frightened little voice proclaims that she forgot, that she’s sorry. And then suddenly the screaming stops and it’s quiet – dead quiet. 14 THE WHITE HOUSE As it becomes more distinct, visible. There’s a low WHISTLING sound, and then what appears to be a stone the size of a small pebble lands on the roof. Another, slightly larger one appears a second or two later. And then another, and another, and… 15 TIGHTER TWO SHOT – STELLA AND MRS. HORAN squinting, blinking at the pebbles which are coming down like marbles. 16 THE WHITE HOUSE as it’s pelted with what are now even larger stones – WHISTLING, SCREAMING in the air like miniature bombs. Stones from a perfectly blue summer day. Stones ranging in size from marbles to handballs. One of them hits a downspout, knocking it onto the lawn. CRASHING, CRACKING SOUNDS as these pieces of granite tear into the stucco roofing, leaving holes. The effect is that of a drum being bombarded.
Carrie script
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