Carrie script

84 MARGARET We’ll burn it together, we’ll pray for forgiveness.

CARRIE No, Momma.

The Black Forest CUCKOO CLOCK sings out downstairs. It’s eight o’clock.

MARGARET He’s not coming.

CARRIE Stop it, Momma. I’m nervous enough.

Margaret reaches up and pinches her cheek hard, leaving a red mark. She looks toward Carrie.

Carrie is pinning the tea roses on herself.

Margaret hooks her right hand into a claw, rips at her cheek, leaving a thin line of blood.

CARRIE Stop hurting yourself, Momma. That’s not going to stop me either.

Margaret strikes herself in the mouth with her fist.

CARRIE Go away, Momma.

MARGARET You know I’m right. He’ll laugh at you. They’ll all laugh at you.

CARRIE No. It’ll be okay.

Bur she’s rattled, and nervously starts moving around a series of objects in the room.

Cosmetics on the bureau, the florist box, the glow-in-the-dark statue. But it’s sheer will at this point. It’s after eight, and there’s no sign of Tommy.

MARGARET It’s not too late. You can stay here with me.

CARRIE No.