"WITNESS"
by
Earl W. Wallace
William Kelley
Pamela Wallace
EXT. LANCASTER COUNTY, PA. COUNTRYSIDE – DAY
TITLE SEQUENCE
The faces of several young children are presented in CLOSEUP,
as they walk TOWARD US across a ploughed field. On the SOUND
TRACK, the haunting SOUNDS OF A GREGORIAN FUNERAL CHANT. The
CAMERA PANS UP to the faces of older brothers and sisters,
then to parents and grandparents. These are not familiar
faces, but faces from another age, strong and open. All are
dressed in the distinctive clothing of the Amish.
EXT. COUNTRY LANE – DAY
Through the last traces of early morning mist another group
of black-clad figures make their way down a lane.
EXT. COUNTRY LANE – DAY
An Amish buggy, black and highwheeled, stark against the
landscape, appears, a spirited chestnut in the traces.
Framed in the glass window of the narrow buggy is the stern
figure of an Amish man in black topcoat and flatbrimmed hat,
his bonneted wife in muted colors, the face of a boy, attired
like his father, peering out.
The horse's breath smokes on the frosty air, the buggy CREAKS
on its springs, and there's the rhythmic CLIP-CLOP OF HOOVES
on the pavement.
ANOTHER LANE
Two Amish buggies reach a crossroads, join a procession of
three others. They disappear as the lane wends through a
leafless thicket of hickory.
VALLEY
A BIG SHOT... now the procession numbers almost a dozen
buggies... it is headed toward a distant farmhouse.
BARNYARD
Where literally dozens of carriages are parked. The horses
have been taken from the traces, removed to the shelter of
the barn.
EXT. LAPP FARMHOUSE – FRONT PORCH
As the black clad mourners begin to move into the house (women
and children presumably first).
INT. LAPP FARMHOUSE
The coffin has the upper half open. We see that the corpse
has been dressed in white linen, a piece of white linen
partially covering the bearded face.
END TITLE SEQUENCE
INT. LAPP FARMHOUSE
Partitions have been removed, making the central rooms of
the farmhouse a spacious hall. The place is packed, a hundred-
fifty or more Amish, all sitting in absolute silence on rows
of wooden benches. A wooden coffin rests on a bench in the
f.g., and near it the close relatives of the deceased occupy
a special Place.
RACHEL LAPP
A young woman of perhaps twenty-seven. Her face is pale and
drawn.
In happier circumstances, although there haven't been too
many of late in Rachel's life, we would see a robust, sensual
woman of full figure, spirit and intelligence.
Eight-year-old SAMUEL LAPP flits next to his mother; he would
appear stunned, possibly not entirely comprehending events.
And the patriarch, ELI LAPP; his stubborn, weathered – yet
not unkind – features grief-stricken.
THE MOURNERS
Their faces...
CLOCK
As it begins to CHIME nine a.m.
FAVORING PREACHER
As he removes his hat. As one, the men in the congregation
remove their hats also.
Then the preacher begins to speak in a formal German dialect:
SUBTITLES OVER.
PREACHER
...a brother has been called home.
God has spoken through the death of
our neighbor, Jacob Lapp...
THE FAMILY
Where Rachel, Samuel and Eli are SITTING - SOUNDS of emotion
and grief not quite suppressed are heard throughout as:
PREACHER
...husband of Rachel, father to
Samuel, son of Eli.
(and)
His chair is empty, his bed is empty,
his voice will be heard no more. He
was needed in our presence, but God
needs such men, too. That one should
be taken so suddenly. Treat sorrow.
Still, we would not wish him back.
Rather we should prepare ourselves
to follow him.
TIGHTENING to the Lapps, and...
EXT. CEMETERY
The mourners have gathered about the grave, standing in
silence as four pallbearers are lowering the coffin into the
pit. The many buggies are aligned in the b.g.
As the pallbearers begin to shovel soil and gravel into the
grave, the Preacher begins to read a hymn in German... a
slow atonal litany which seems to hang forever on the frosty
air.
RACHEL
TIGHTENING to her as the hymn continues...
CUT TO:
INT. LAPP FARMHOUSE
Where the Amish have gathered for the traditional post
funeral, midday meals.
Long tables are laden with customary Amishfare... crocks of
soup, hams, fowl, fried boiled eggs and pickled beets,
preserves and an infinite variety of pies and pastries.
RACHEL
Where she sits among women, accepting their condolences.
DANIEL HOCHSTETLER
A brawny-armed, ruggedly-handsome, raffish looking Amishman.
There is something atypical about his face a slightly sardonic
set of mouth, a bold eye, a prominent set of jaw. Not exactly
what old Jacob Ammann had in mind, maybe, but a well set-up
man nonetheless, and at ease among men. He's among a group
of men including old STOLTZFUS, the local healer, FISHER,
BIEILER and Bieiler's stout young son, Tom.
STOLTZFUS
Lapp was a good farmer. None better.
BEILER
But not the man to buy a horse for
you.
(and)
Hochstetler, wasn't it your father
sold him that horse with a ruptured
testicle?
TOM
(grins)
Told him it was a bee sting made him
limp that way.
HOCHSTETLER
(amused)
That horse had one good ball. That's
all it takes.
The others chuckle. But Hochstetler's attention is still on
Rachel.
RACHEL
As Hochstetler looms on the horizon, plants himself like a
tree in front of her.
At ease as he was with the men, he's a bit awkward at this.
All the women, very much aware of Hochstetler's availability,
tune in as Rachel looks up.
HOCHSTETLER
I was sorry to hear about Jacob. Let
us hope he walks close with God.
RACHEL
I'm sure he does, Daniel.
FIELDS, LAPP FARM – DAY
It is some time after the funeral and the Lapp family is
hard at work breaking ground for the spring ploughing. The
death of Jacob has increased the work load on all three –
Samuel maneuvers a four-mule team while Rachel and old Eli
work nearby, further breaking up the earth. Rachel looks up
from the back-breaking labor as several figures approach –
it's Daniel Hochstetler and two of his brothers. Without a
word they fall in beside Eli and Rachel and take up various
tasks associated with the work in hand.
Daniel works close beside Rachel.
EXT. COUNTRY ROADS, LANCASTER COUNTY – DAY
A few BRIEF SHOTS of a lone buggy containing the Lapp family
take us from the 18th century into the 20th century the
reassuring RATTLE OF THE CARRIAGE WHEELS on quiet backroad,
to the ROAR OF TRAFFIC as the buggy waits patiently for a
chance to cross a busy interstate highway.
EXT. HIGHWAY, LANCASTER COUNTY – DAY
A huge tractor trailer rig hovers over the frail buggy as it
trots down the interstate. The camera cranes up to reveal a
procession of vehicles behind the truck for a chance to
overtake it.
EXT. PLATFORM, LANCASTER STATION – DAY
Daniel Hochstetler moves through the crowd on the plat-form,
Rachel turns surprised, as he approaches, a faint color coming
to her cheek.
RACHEL
Daniel?
HOCHSTETLER
I... I was at the feed store. And I
saw your horse, so...
There is an embarrassment between them broken by the arrival
of the train.
HOCHSTETLER
You will come back soon?
Samuel can barely contain his excitement as he drags at his
mother's hand.
SAMUEL
Quickly, Mother Quickly!
Rachel embraces Eli.
ELI
You be careful out among them English.
She turns to Hochstetler.
RACHEL
I need time, Daniel.
EXT. CARPARK, LANCASTER STATION – DAY
Daniel Hochstetler leaps into the driving seat of his open
wagon and with a flick of the reins and a whoop sets his
horse off at a fast trot.
EXT. TRAIN – DAY
The ENGINE gives a WARNING BLAST before creeping slowly
forward.
INT. TRAIN (MOVING)
As Samuel spots something out of the window that causes him
to light up.
SAMUEL
Look, Mama...!
HIS POV THROUGH WINDOW
A road runs parallel to the train track, and Hochstetler in
his wagon urges his horse almost to the gallop as he attempts
to keep pace with the train.
BACK TO SCENE
As Rachel smiles.
RACHEL
I see, darling.
And Samuel cranes to look back, waving, for as long as he
can.
EXT. LANCASTER COUNTRYSIDE – DAY
The train moves across a broad panorama of fields, dotted
with dolls'-house-sized farms and the tiny figures of Amish
farmers working their horse-drawn equipment.
SERIES OF CUTS
As the train continues its eastward journey... Samuel stares
raptly out of the window at the changing patterns of the
countryside. He points in wonder at a brightly colored hot
air balloon as it drifts slowly over timbered hills... he
looks unsure as the pattern of field and wood gives way to
suburbs, bustling shopping centers, restaurants, car lots
and fast food outlets.
EXT. PHILADELPHIA SLUMS
As the train travels past dilapidated row houses, streets
choked with cars and the gutters with filth.
INT. TRAIN (MOVING)
Now Samuel is staring out the window with some confusion,
almost apprehension:
SAMUEL
Is this where we're going?
RACHEL
Of course not. We're going to
Baltimore. It's much nicer in
Baltimore.
And Rachel draws her son closer, turning her back on the
window.
INT. 30TH ST. STATION, PHILADELPHIA – DAY
Rachel is in a line at one of the counters. The plain dress
of the two Amish – particularly Samuel's black coat and hat
– are drawing curious stares.
SAMUEL
He's uncomfortably aware of the shy looks and giggles of a
little girl about his own age, standing in line with her
parents at the next counter. He edges away from his mother...
ANGLE
As Samuel comes upon a figure garbed in a long black frock
coat and flat-brimmed hat... the man's back is turned, could,
from appearances, be an Amishman.
Samuel stares... A beat, the man turns to face Samuel and we
discover that he is a Hasidic Jew.
SAMUEL
As he reacts.
BACK TO TICKET COUNTER
As Rachel's turn arrives. The TICKET SELLER glances up and
she shows him her ticket.
RACHEL
We have a ticket to Baltimore. Where
is that train, please?
TICKET SELLER
Delayed three hours. You'll hear an
announcement when it's time to board.
He starts to go without his hat, but Rachel collars him and
puts it on his head.
ANGLE IN MEN'S ROOM
As Samuel enters.
It's a long row of sinks, urinals, and stalls... Samuel stops
before one of the urinals – a long, trough-like affair with
water drizzling down the rear porcelain panel.
It's set a little high for Samuel, and it is making GLUGGING
FLUSHING NOISES that are, at least, intimidating. Samuel
stares for a moment, then turns, looks toward the stalls,
stoops to see which are empty.
HIS POV – TOILETS
Beneath the row of doors we can see no feet visible. Samuel
is alone in the restroom.
BACK TO SCENE
As Samuel proceeds along the row of door, finally selects a
stall near the end. He enters. As he does so, a heavily
bearded youth in a dirty sweatshirt enters. With some urgency,
he removes small notebook from his pocket and places it behind
a paper towel dispenser. Suddenly he glances up.
Two other men have entered the men's room; one is a large
BLACK MAN in a three-piece suit under an expensive, overcoat.
His PARTNER is a Caucasian in designer jeans, half boots and
a short leather jacket.
They advance on the young man with unmistakable menace.
The young man whirls in terror; his two assailants lunge for
him... a savage, wordless struggle ensues in the close
confines of the lavatory.
ANGLE IN SAMUEL'S STALL
As the struggling men bounce off the door of his stall... he
can see their feet under the edge of the door.
BACK TO FIGHT
As the struggle builds to a climax... ends with the young
man stiffening with a grunt, his face draining of color.
The two attackers step away, the blade in the black man's
hand bloodstained. His partner stares at what they've
accomplished with a stunned expression:
PARTNER
Jesus...
The young man's hand comes away from his belly covered with
blood.
He stares at it, staggers toward the sinks. Finally his
bloodied hand reaches to smear at his face in the mirror.
Then he collapses to the floor.
The black man motions for his partner to watch the door,
then quickly reaches up and removes the notebook from behind
the dispenser.
ANGLE IN SAMUEL'S STALL
As he edges open the stall door a crack. Over his shoulder
we can see the black man, his BACK TO US, rifling the
backpack. But beyond him, in the mirror on the far wall, we
catch sight of the black man's face.
SAMUEL
As he stares out the narrow crack. A beat, then he closes
the stall door.
ANGLE IN STALL
Samuel tries to make the latch work, but it's warped and
won't fall closed.
BLACK MAN
As he checks the notebook before placing it in his pocket.
His partner is covering the door, an automatic in his hand.
The black man makes for the exit, then on second thought,
glances at the row of stalls.
HIS POV – STALLS
All quiet, but...
BACK TO SCENE
The black man whips out a .38 caliber revolver, and, starting
at the near end, starts pushing open the stall doors.
ANGLE IN SAM'S STALL
As the black man approaches, Samuel working desperately on
the latch. At the last minute he finally wedges it in.
BLACK MAN
He elbows Samuel's stall... the door won't open.
ANGLE IN SAM'S STALL
Fighting back panic, Samuel has retreated as far as he can.
BLACK MAN
As he gives the door a kick. It holds. He swears under his
breath.
ANGLE IN SAM'S STALL
In desperation, Samuel does the only thing he can think of...
he slips under the partition into the neighboring stall the
black man just checked out. But he loses his hat in the
process. His hand snakes back INTO FRAME to snatch it just
as the black man gives the door a ferocious kick that
splinters the lock and nearly takes it off its hinges. He's
framed there, the big muzzle of the .38 revolver looking
down our throats.
ANGLE
As his partner snaps from the doorway:
PARTNER
Will you come on, for Christ's sakes!
A beat, then the black man holsters his weapon, turns to
follow the partner out.
BACK TO SAMUEL
As we hear the SOUND OF THE TWO MEN EXITING the lavatory. A
long beat, then Samuel opens the stall door a crack.
HIS POW THROUGH DOOR
Samuel's own face reflected in the blood-smeared mirror...
then PANNING DOWN to the still figure of the young man lying
in the crimson pool of his own blood on the floor.
BENCH WAITING ROOM – LOW ANGLE – NIGHT
Samuel sits close to his mother, his face pale, his eyes
staring.
Rachel holds his hand tightly in hers as the torsos of various
police and officials pass through foreground, occasionally
obscuring the lonely couple. There is considerable ECHOING
NOISE as commands and requests mingle with the CRACKLE OF
TWO-WAY RADIOS.
CUT TO:
DOOR – MEN'S' ROOM
The diffused shape of faces behind the frosted glass of the
Men's room door, which is pushed open to reveal, JOHN BOOK,
who comes striding through to be momentarily lost in the
crowd of police, reporters and others. He is about 40, with
a rangy, athletic body. Behind him comes CARTER, Book's black
partner – about five years younger than Book. Book is wearing
a suit, Carter is much more casually – almost disreputably –
dressed.
CUT TO:
BENCH
Little Samuel watching Book, back to crowd of police, as
Book questions an old black CUSTODIAN.
BOOK
You found the body?
CUSTODIAN
Uh uh. Not me, daddy, I just reported
it. It was the kid.
BOOK
What kid?
CUSTODIAN
How'n hell do I know what kid? The
kid in the funny black threads.
TIGHT SHOT – SAMUEL
Worry-eyed, still staring straight ahead. Then his eyes move
suddenly to his left.
BOOK'S LEGS – SAMUEL'S POV
Coming in at full stride, then stopping.
SAMUEL
He doesn't raise his eyes... just looks at the legs. And,
slowly, the legs begin to bend at the knees. We see Book's
belt buckle, then his big pistol in its holster, then his
face. He stares at Samuel for a moment, then...
ANGLE – BOOK
As his face breaks into a big grin, and...
BOOK
Hi, kid.
RACHEL
Immediately alarmed, intervening.
RACHEL
What do you want of my son?
THE SCENE
As Book takes out his wallet, displays his shield.
BOOK
I'm a police officer. I'm going to
have to talk to the boy. What's his
name?
RACHEL
Samuel. Samuel Lapp.
(then, quickly)
But what happened here is none of
his affair. My sister is expecting
me... our train is leaving soon.
BOOK
There'll be another train.
(turns to Samuel)
The man who was killed tonight was a
policeman, Sam. It's my job to find
out who did it. I want you to tell
me everything you saw when you went
in there.
SAMUEL
(stammers)
I saw him.
BOOK
Who'd you see?
Sam looks at his mother.
BOOK
Who'd you see, Sam? The man on the
floor?
SAMUEL
No... I saw the man who killed him.
Book stares at him in surprise, speaks over his shoulder to
Carter.
BOOK
Anybody know about this?
CARTER
I didn't even know about it.
BOOK
(back to Sam)
Okay, Sam. Can you tell me what he
looked like?
SAMUEL
(groping, touching
his clothes and
pointing at Carter)
He was... like him.
BOOK
(nods)
Black... I understand. What else,Sam?
A beat, then Sam crosses quickly to Carter, Book's rather
slightly built partner:
SAMUEL
Not Zwartich, like him –
Book frowns, puzzled:
BOOK
Try that one again, Sam –
Samuel gives his mother a helpless look; exasperated, Rachel
intervenes with Book. She glances at Carter:
RACHEL
May I talk to you?
ANGLE
As Rachel takes Book aside, and in a low voice:
RACHEL
Zwartich. It's the way we say...
dwarf.
(glances at Carter)
Not like him... very big.
Book nods, starts to turn back to Sam. Just then a commotion
off screen catches his attention.
BOOK'S POV – ONCOMING COPS
It's Capt. TERRY DONAHUE, Chief of Homicide, striding past
the crowd of journalists and TV crews... brushing off
reporters' questions and snapping orders to the aides he's
got in tow:
BACK TO SCENE
AS DONAHUE COMES ON BOOK:
DONAHUE
(to aides)
Close it all down... I want a man on
every exit... I want the lab in here
now!
(to Book)
And I want to talk to you, Captain.
ANGLE
As Book steps aside with Donahue... In the b.g. Rachel moves
protectively to Samuel's side.
BOOK
All right, talk.
DONAHUE
This is homicide – not Internal
Affairs! So why are you behaving
like you own this case?
BOOK
We were running Zenovitch... That's
all I can tell you. But I want it,
Terry.
(then)
I've got a call into Schaeffer.
RACHEL / SAMUEL
They can't help but watch the confrontation between Donahue
and Book... although they're keeping the volume down, it's
obviously intense and angry:
SAMUEL
(alarmed)
Momma... are they angry with us.
RACHEL
(reassuring, but hardly
in her own mind)
No... No. It is just the English
way.
Donahue has lost the confrontation; he gives Book a smile:
DONAHUE
You ought to think about coming back
to Homicide, Johnny... Stick with
Internal Affairs and you're not gonna
have any friends left.
BOOK
(smiles right back)
I'll buy a dog.
EXT. 30TH ST. STATION – NIGHT
Book emerges from the terminal, looks about him, then crosses
to a big Mercury Sedan which is parked nearby. Two men sit
in the front seat. Book crosses to the driver's side and
opens the door.
BOOK
Go get a cup of coffee, Stan.
The driver, a uniformed policeman, glances at the man beside
him who nods in agreement. He gets out and Book gets in behind
the wheel.
INT. SEDAN
Book sits next to SCHAEFFER, a surprisingly kindly looking
man of about fifty. Schaeffer is a Deputy Chief.
SCHAEFFER
How reliable is this kid?
BOOK
Oh, he's good.
SCHAEFFER
Amish.
BOOK
Yeah.
SCHAEFFER
What have you got?
BOOK
Zenovitch was about to deliver a
list of names tonight – street
chemists... the guys processing this
P2P into speed.
SCHAEFFER
So one of them got to him.
BOOK
Maybe.
SCHAEFFER
You know who?
BOOK
Maybe.
SCHAEFFER
You're still convinced there's a
link to the department?
BOOK
If there isn't I've just wasted the
last six months.
SCHAEFFER
That's the problem. We need results.
The press is driving us crazy over
this P2P thing. Calling us the 'speed
capitol of the country'. You know
the sort of thing. It's getting
political. The Commissioner's getting
very uneasy.
BOOK
The Amish boy saw him, Paul. I'll
make it, but Set Donahue and the
Homicide Department off my back or
they'll blow the whole thing.
SCHAEFFER
When word gets out that Zenovitch
was a cop, all hell will break lose.
You've got 24 hours. That's all I
can give you. 24 hours on your own.
After that the case and the witness
go back to the Homicide Department.
SCHAEFFER
(shakes his head)
Tell you what... why don't you and
that blonde – what's-her-name – come
over for dinner Sunday. How 'bout
that.
BOOK
What's-her-name moved to Buffalo.
SCHAEFFER
(sighs)
Well, anyway, don't get crazy.
(dismisses him)
I'll do something for Zenovich's
wife.
INT. BOOK'S CAR (MOVING) PHILADELPHIA – NIGHT
Book drives around 13th Street, a ravaged corridor between
neon lit restaurants, bars, porno shops and darkened
storefronts.
Carter sits beside him, Rachel and her son in the back seat
looking out at the assorted array of desperate characters
huddled in doorways or wandering aimlessly about. On the
POLICE RADIO a description of the cop killing is BROADCAST
EVERY FEW MINUTES.
CARTER
I got there late, John.
BOOK
Let's just find Coalmine.
(beat)
Listen, Zenovich made a mistake. You
didn't let anybody down. It happens
–
CARTER
(grimly)
It won't happen again.
RACHEL
Where are you taking us?
BOOK
We're looking for a suspect. We've
reason to believe he's still in the
area.
RACHEL
You have no right to keep us here.
BOOK
Yes I do. Your son is a material
witness to a homicide.
RACHEL
You don't understand, we have nothing
to do with your laws!
BOOK
Doesn't surprise me. I meet a lot of
people like that.
RACHEL
It's not a joke.
Book decides to try contrition:
BOOK
You're right. It's not a joke. Listen,
I know a little about the Amish. I
know this has to be an ordeal for
you; and I'm really sorry you an
Samuel got involved.
Samuel shoots a look at Book then mutters something to his
mother in German. She responds in the same language. Book
frowns.
BOOK
What was that?
RACHEL
He wants to know who you are. Your
name. I told him we don't need to
know anything about you.
Book eyes Samuel:
BOOK
Book. John Book
EXT. 13TH ST. STATION – NIGHT
Book's car stops, and from out of the shadows darts a wizened
little MAN. He looks about before crossing to the driver's
side window.
INT. BOOK'S CAR – NIGHT
Book lowers the window.
BOOK
Sammy, where's Coalmine?
The little man stares at the weird-looking couple in the
back seat.
SAMMY
What you got there, the Salvation
Army?
BOOK
Coalmine.
SAMMY
Try "Happy Valley".
EXT. HAPPY VALLEY BAR, SOUTH STREET – NIGHT
Book's car pulls up outside the bar and he and Carter get
out, and move swiftly inside.
INT. HAPPY VALLEY – NIGHT
Sixty black faces stare as the police enter. A hush falls on
the group. Book and Carter spot their man at the bar and
move up either side of him. They've moved carefully to this
point... no mistakes. From the back, the black man they've
approached certainly looks like he could be the man who did
the killing of Zenovitch. And, as Book and Carter make their
move...
EXT. HAPPY VALLEY – NIGHT
As Book and Carter explode through the door of the bar,
violently propelling Coalmine along with them. Now we see
Coalmine is not the killer.
As Book and Carter escort Coalmine out of the bar a police
squad car pulls up, its headlights shining into Book's car.
An alarmed Rachel holds Samuel close as Book forces Coalmine's
face down next to the car window.
BOOK
Put some light on him.
A cop pulls out a flashlight, begins to play the beam over
Coalmine's face.
BOOK
(continuing; to Samuel)
Look at him.
Crazy as Rasputin on speed and booze, Coalmine glares at
Samuel inside the car:
Samuel, white-faced, finally shakes his head in the negative.
Coalmine tries to twist free of Book's grip. Book snaps, and
slams Coalmine's skull into the window edge, finally crushing
his face up against the front window. His face takes on a
grotesque shape against the glass. Carter restrains his
partner and Book cools down. Coalmine is led stumbling away
by the uniformed police. This sudden show of violence has
horrified and angered Rachel, and she glares at Book as he
gets back in the car.
RACHEL
John Book, you listen to me! I will
have no further part in this, nor
will my son! As God stands between
us!
Book sighs, starts the engine and moves off.
EXT. HOTEL – PHILADELPHIA – NIGHT
Book pulls up outside a hotel entrance as a uniformed DOORMAN
moves to open the rear door.
INT. CAR – NIGHT
Rachel and Sam recoil as the Doorman opens the door. He is
puzzled by the sight of the reluctant guests.
DOORMAN
Ma'am?
RACHEL
No! We do not stay in hotels.
Book and Carter exchange a glance.
EXT. / INT. FRONT DOOR, SUBURBAN HOUSE – PHILADELPHIA –
NIGHT
An attractive woman in her early thirties in robe and slippers
stares in disbelief as Rachel and Sam file into the house.
This is ELAINE, Book's sister. She stops Book as he tries to
follow Rachel inside.
ELAINE
How could you do this to me tonight?
I told you I had company
BOOK
Sorry. It's important.
BACK TO RACHEL
As she glances in a doorway.
HER POV – ELAINE'S KITCHEN
It's a shambles, with dirty supper dishes piled sink, the
table littered with empty beer cans.
BACK TO RACHEL
As she hustles Samuel along.
BOOK / ELAINE
Book frowns:
BOOK
Where's Timmy and Buck?
ELAINE
Upstairs, asleep. Where'd you think?
BOOK
You've got a man here and the kids
are upstairs?
ELAINE
That's none of your goddamn business!
So keep your goddamn holier-than-
thou mouth shut!
(and)
Anyway, they like Fred.
BOOK
Oh sure, Fred.
Elaine looks like she's going to blow again, then decides
it's pointless.
ELAINE
Who are these orphans, anyway?
BOOK
They're Amish.
ANGLE IN GUEST ROOM
Samuel is asleep in one twin bed in a tiny, cluttered room.
Rachel, in a plain nightgown, is preparing to climb into the
other one.
Off screen we hear a DOOR CLOSE, presumably Book leaving. A
beat, then Elaine opens the door and looks in.
ELAINE
Everything okay?
RACHEL
Yes, thank you very much.
ELAINE
(a beat)
John said you're Amish.
RACHEL
Yes.
ELAINE
(blankly)
Oh.
She nods and goes.
Rachel crosses to Samuel, sits on the bed. Samuel looks up
at her bleakly.
SAMUEL
I don't want to stay here.
RACHEL
They are English. They don't
understand.
SAMUEL
I wish dawdie was with us.
RACHEL
(swallows)
I know. Sleep now, Liebchen.
She puts her hand on his forehead, closes his eyes. she
frowns, and...
EXT. DRIVE-IN FAST-FOOD JOINT – PHILADELPHIA – DAWN
Carter exits the cafe carrying burgers, donuts and a couple
of beers. Book wakes from a brief nap as Carter gets into
the car.
Book chews into his burger while Carter takes a doughnut.
Its clear they've worked through the night.
EXT. ELAINE'S HOUSE – DAY
Elaine's house is situated on the corner of a row of terraces,
which stretch into the distance on both sides of the street.
INT. ELAINE'S HOUSE
As Samuel comes out of the guest room in his night-shirt,
turns up the hall and opens the door to the bathroom.
ANGLE
But it's not the bathroom; it's Elaine's bedroom. She and
FRED are tangled in the sheets, furiously making love. Elaine
gasps, Fred manages to grunt.
FRED
Wrong door, kid.
ANOTHER ANGLE
As Samuel quickly shuts the door. A straight-faced beat;
then, barely suppressing a giggle, he hurries on...
ANGLE IN LIVING ROOM
As Rachel appears in the living room entry. Samuel is sitting
on the floor with two boys of about his own age, watching
television.
They're eating cold cereal out of a box.
RACHEL'S POV – TV SCREEN
Some artless Saturday morning cartoon.
BACK TO RACHEL
As she frowns, watching her son and the other two staring
hypnotically. And...
ANGLE IN LIVING ROOM
It's later in the morning now, as Elaine, a bit blearily,
appears in the entryway, stares in groggy disbelief.
HER POV – KIDS
Her oldest boy and Samuel are busily washing the windows
while her youngest is pushing a carpet sweeper. The TV is
off.
BACK TO ELAINE
As she stares.
ANGLE IN KITCHEN
Rachel is standing in the middle of the now immaculate kitchen
finishing a brisk mop of the floor. The coffee is perking.
Elaine appears.
ELAINE
(mutters)
Jesus...
Rachel turns cheerily.
RACHEL
Good morning.
ELAINE
(helplessly)
You didn't have to...
RACHEL
I wanted to. you were kind to take
us in last night.
(and)
Anyway, I needed something to do. I
was so angry with your brother. He's
so... agaanisish!
ELAINE
Aganishish? Yeah, that sounds like
John.
She takes a seat at the table, still shaking her head.
RACHEL
Just a minute. I'll pour you some
coffee.
ELAINE
You're not carrying a bullwhip...
how'd you manage to put my kids to
work?
RACHEL
(smiles)
I made it a contest... the one who
does best gets his cereal back first.
(and)
Children like to help... they only
need to be kept after a little bit.
Rachel means no harm by this, but Elaine's eyes begin to
storm.
ELAINE
Oh, is that so?
(and)
No offense, lady, but I'm not so
sure I like the idea of your coming
in here and turning the place upside
down!
Rachel's smile fades at Elaine's trembling outburst:
RACHEL
Please, I didn't mean...
Abruptly Elaine rises and snatches the mop from Rachel's
hands.
She mops furiously as she Continues:
ELAINE
I know exactly what you meant! Listen,
maybe I'm not a world-class housefrau,
but maybe I don't have time to polish
the goddamn china and keep after the
kids!
(and)
It's none of your business, but I
don't happen to have a man around
here full time. So I sell cosmetics
in a goddamn drugstore and sometimes
I can even pay the rent on time! So
maybe I'm not Mary Poppins, but maybe
I don't need to have it jammed down
my throat like this.
She finishes the floor, hurls the mop aside with a CLATTER:
ELAINE
There is that clean enough for you?
Rachel is speechless, Elaine is on the point of bursting
into tears. At which point Fred appears at the entry in his
undershirt, taking in the sparkling kitchen.
FRED
Jesus, Elaine... Somebody die and
leave you a broom?
Not a politic observation on Fred's part.
ELAINE
(blurts)
Go to hell, Fred!
And, bursting into tears, she flees the kitchen. Fred stares
after her.
FRED
What's bugging her?
Unperturbed, he crosses to the counter and the coffee pot,
letting his eyes take in Rachel's full figure.
INT. ELAINE'S BEDROOM
As Rachel comes in with Elaine's coffee, closes the door
behind her. Elaine is lying across the bed, sobbing.
RACHEL
I brought your coffee.
She takes a seat next to the bed.
RACHEL
I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that
way.
After a moment, Elaine starts to pull herself together:
ELAINE
It's okay.
(and)
Look, I shouldn't have blown my top.
It's like... somehow... I've let
everything get away from me. And you
sort of made me face it.
She takes the cup, sips the coffee. Rachel smiles at a private
thought.
ELAINE
What's so funny?
RACHEL
Fred. The way he looked when you
screamed at him.
ELAINE
(disparing)
God, Fred...
RACHEL
At home you'd never hear a woman
scream at a man that way.
ELAINE
No? Why not?
RACHEL
You just wouldn't. It's not the Amish
way.
(then)
But I think it would have done me
good if I could have screamed at
your brother last night.
ELAINE
Listen, I don't know what's going on
or how you got mixed up with him,
but don't you let that self-righteous
son of a bitch push you around, okay?
Rachel smiles.
RACHEL
Okay.
INT. BOOK'S CAR (MOVING) – DAY
Book glances irritably at Rachel:
BOOK
Now what's the problem?
RACHEL
The problem is I don't happen to
think my son should be spending all
his time with a man who carried a
gun under his coat and goes around
whacking people.
Book gives her a look:
BOOK
Whacking?
RACHEL
(firmly)
Yes. And I also want to leave this
city.
BOOK
Believe me, I'm trying to get this
over with as fast as I can. But Samuel
will probably have to come back and
testify.
RACHEL
We do not go into your courts.
BOOK
People who don't go into our courts
when they're told to sometimes go
directly into our jail.
Rachel glares at him and the ride continues on that chilly
note for a beat.
BOOK
Look, I'm genuinely sorry...
RACHEL
(snaps)
No you're not –
(off his look)
You're glad, because now you've got
a witness.
(and)
I heard the other police talking
last night.
(and)
They don't seem to like you very
much.
BOOK
They kid a lot.
RACHEL
(glances at him)
I would not be too sure.
Samuel has been glancing at Book; finally he says something
to his mother in German. Book gives her an inquiring look.
RACHEL
He says you look very tired. I thought
the same thing.
Book says nothing.
RACHEL
But not a good tired.
BOOK
What's a 'good' tired. Tired is tired.
She doesn't bother to explain; Book settles even deeper into
his funk as Samuel glares at him with hostility.
INT. IDENTIFICATION ROOM – POLICE H.Q. – DAY
Samuel sits with Book at a desk, Rachel just behind. They
are looking at a police line-up of known black drug-dealers.
Samuel shakes his head – another negative.
Book winks, slyly reaches into a pocket, produces a yellow
gumball. He surreptitiously shows it to Samuel, gives him an
inquiring look. It's a peace offering.
Samuel grins, nods imperceptibly.
ANOTHER ANGLE
As Book rolls the gumball down the table to Samuel. But just
as Samuel is about to cover it with his hand, Rachel reaches
over and plucks it off the table. She shakes her head at
Samuel.
BOOK
(to Rachel)
Just wanted to see if you were on
your toes.
EXT. CITY PARK – DAY
Book, Sam and Rachel sit on a park bench eating a lunch of
hot dogs heaped with kraut.
Book watches with amusement as Samuel wolfs down his lunch.
Rachel eyes him a beat. then:
RACHEL
Your sister said you don't have a
family?
BOOK
No.
RACHEL
She thinks you should get married
and have children of your own. Instead
of trying to be a father to hers.
Except she thinks you're afraid of
the responsibility.
Book gives her a look:
BOOK
Oh? Anything else?
RACHEL
Oh yes. She thinks you like policing
because you think you're right about
everything. And you're the only one
who can do anything. And that when
you drink a lot of beer you say things
like none of the other police would
know a crook from a... um... bag of
elbows.
Book is staring at her. Rachel nods.
RACHEL
I think that's what she said.
Just then Samuel belches with huge satisfaction, drawing
looks from Book and a couple of passersby. Rachel smiles
proudly.
RACHEL
Good appetite.
CUT TO:
INT. OUTER OFFICE/WAITING ROOM, NARCOTICS DIVISION – DAY
Rachel sits uneasily in the outer office, one or two police
clerks eyeing her curiously. A sign on the desk reads
"Narcotics Division."
Rachel cranes forward trying to peer through a partially
open door.
INT. DETECTIVES ROOM, NARCOTICS DIVISION, POLICE H.Q. – DAY
A group of Narcotics Detectives are interrupted in mid
conversation by the opening of the main office door. They
stare in considerable surprise.
CUT TO:
JOHN BOOK
Standing in the doorway, holding little Samuel by the hand.
BOOK
Afternoon, gentlemen. I'd like you
to meet Samuel Lapp. We'd like a
little help.
INT. SMALL OFFICE, NARCOTICS DIVISION – DAY
A Narcotics Detective enters the room laden with several
volumes of mug shots. He puts them on the desk beside a
similar book which Samuel is intently studying. Sam sits on
the chair cushions in a big swivel rocker.
The Detective, SGT. KAMAN, eyes Book a little suspiciously –
internal affairs officers are not greeted warmly by the
working policemen in any department.
KAMAN
There's a Sgt. Carter on the phone
for you.
Book gets up and moves to the door.
KAMAN
And, Captain, don't want to rush
you, but I'm gonna need these files
back in a half hour. We got a lot of
work to do round here.
The two men leave. Samuel looks about before hopping off his
perch and following the direction taken by Book.
INT. DETECTIVES ROOM, NARCOTICS DIVISION – DAY
Through glass partitions we can see Book on the telephone in
a cubicle of an office.
Samuel has drifted out of the office and is idling amid the
bustle of the squadroom.
He crosses to a glass case which holds a collection of plaques
and framed newspaper accounts which denote instances of
outstanding duty and achievement.
ANGLE THOUGH GLASS CASE
As Samuel moves along, only half interested in what his eyes
are taking in, not really old enough to comprehend anyway.
Until suddenly he freezes.
SAMUEL'S POV – NEWSPAPER ACCOUNT
Enlarged, prominently displayed. The headline reads: "Division
Chief McElroy Honored For Youth Project". Accompanying the
item is a large sidebar mug-shot of McElroy – clearly the
black man who murdered the young cop in the train station
men's room.
BACK TO SAMUEL
He stares, transfixed.
A long beat, then Book, lowering himself to one knee next to
Samuel, ENTERS FRAME.
He's watching Samuel, knowing from the boy's expression that
they've found their man. Samuel slowly raises his hand to
point at the photograph. Book gently takes the boy's small
hand in his, concealing the accusation from watchful eyes.
He smiles gently at the boy.
INT. BOOK'S CAR (MOVING) – PHILADELPHIA – DUSK
Rachel is curled tight in her corner of the front seat holding
Samuel close. Book glances at her:
RACHEL
Why don't you arrest that man? Are
you protecting him because policeman?
BOOK
(snaps)
Listen, I'm the cop that polices the
police. I'm not in the business of
protecting crooked cops.
(eases up)
I'll make an arrest when I know
everybody involved.
Rachel shakes her head.
RACHEL
But why would they murder...
BOOK
Because – somehow – they knew I was
getting close.
(and)
Look, it's narcotics... They make
dope out of chemicals... they sell
it on the street for millions of
dollars. They'll do anything.
(and)
And they can get away with it because
they're cops.
RACHEL
(beat, then)
I'm afraid. I'm afraid for Samuel. I
want to go home.
BOOK
You'll be safe. You don't have to
worry.
She says nothing.
Another beat, then:
BOOK
Look, they're thinking as long as
they keep the killer out of Samuel's
way, we can't make an I.D. There's
no way they can know Samuel saw that
photograph, so he's safe.
He glances at her, but she continues ahead.
BOOK
I mean it. You will be safe.
Suddenly Rachel explodes:
RACHEL
Oh yes! Of Course. Why shouldn't we
feel safe in a city where the police
are so busy killing each other!
CUT TO:
EXT. / INT. SCHAEFFER HOME, PHILADELPHIA SUBURBS – NIGHT
The front door of Schaeffer's upper-middle class home is
opened by his wife MARILYN. She knows Book and is surprised
and delighted to see him. In the background daughter KATHY
is visible. Schaeffer himself appears and Book is welcomed
inside.
INT. SCHAEFFER'S STUDY – NIGHT
Schaeffer passes Book a drink.
Book is excited, animated... the hunter, after a long chase,
closing on his quarry:
BOOK
It was McElroy, Paul.
Schaeffer gives him a sharp look:
BOOK
Last guy I would have figured. But
he's part of it.
SCHAEFFER
I hope you don't have any doubts
about that.
BOOK
If I did, I'd have kept my mouth
shut...
(and)
It fits, Paul... Fifty-five gallons
of P2P confiscated four years ago...
Guess who was in on the collar? Mac.
(excited, explaining
the thing eagerly)
He salts it away somewhere... he
knows the stuff is potent, but the
street chemists haven't figured out
how to process it. But they do now.
(and)
And now the stuff is worth five-grand
a pint and there are a lot of pints
in a fifty-five gallon drum.
SCHAEFFER
(beat)
Who else knows?
BOOK
Just us.
SCHAEFFER
(shakes his head)
Okay, what are you going to need to
clean it up
BOOK
More people... Gotta pick up where
Zenovich left off. People from outside
the department.
SCHAEFFER
(nods)
Maybe the Bureau. Or those bastards
at Treasury. I'll take care of it.
(then)
I hate this shit, Johnny. You cut
their balls off for me. I'm counting
on you.
Schaeffer pours himself another drink.
SCHAEFFER
What's your first move?
BOOK
(expels a breath)
A hot shower... I haven't changed
clothes in two days.
EXT. PARKING LOT – PHILADELPHIA – NIGHT
Book slams the front door of his car, checks it for being
locked, glances at a roiled newspaper in his hand (the sports
section of the Inquirer), starts across the parking lot toward
his apartment, walking as he keeps glancing down at the sports
section. He comes to a sort of crosswalk, stops, reads, starts
to take a step... and looks up.
WHAT HE SEES
McElroy, smiling nicely, starting across toward him from the
other side of the parking lot crosswalk
BACK TO BOOK
Freezing, eyes widening. Utterly surprised and caught.
MCELROY
Still smiling, he brings up his right hand out of a shopping
bag (which he appeared to be carrying) – letting the shopping
bag fall away as he does so – revealing a five-inch barrel
Smith and Wesson .357 blue finish revolver with a silencer.
Without hesitating, coming right on, still smiling, he FIRES
once.
BOOK
Already starting to leap away to one side, he is hit, driven
into a half-turn. He clutches at the wound, as:
MCELROY
Coming right on, FIRING again... the pistol's report a
WHOOSHING, like the opening of a bottle of cheap champagne.
And McElroy still smiling as:
BOOK
Hit... a grazing near-miss this time, but enough to send
Book down hard and grasping.
MCELROY
Lowering the pistol alongside his leg, as two MEN, barely
taking notice of anything, cross with their backs to Book
toward McElroy.
He smiles at them.
BOOK
Down, muttering CURSES.
THE SCENE
As McElroy walks past Book, drops the pistol to the pavement,
keeps on going... and is gone.
BOOK
GROANING in pain, beginning to try to crawl crab-like. And
we HEAR – from the agonized recesses of Book's Dream.
SCHAEFFER (V.O.)
Who else knows?
BOOK (V.O.)
Just us.
As the lights of an oncoming car – going very slowly, on its
way to a parking space – sweep over him and we HEAR it come
to a sudden, squealing stop. Book is already trying to get
to his feet... now succeeds, lurching into a swaying stance,
using an adjacent car for support. OFF SCREEN we HEAR a car
door slam, and footsteps hurrying in our direction,
accompanied by excited voices. Book HEARS, turns to face the
oncomers,
ANGLE
A fat, middle-aged MAN has approached to within some feet of
Book, looks on edgily:
MAN
Hey, buddy, what's the score? Little
too much to drink?
Book stares at him, then looks down at his belly.
BOOK'S WOUND
As Book removes his hand we can see one of the bullets struck
him low in the side, just below the ribcage... the other
just above it (but this one inflicting only minor damage).
THE SCENE
As the man stares:
MAN
Goddamn, buddy. You better get to a
hospital!
(and)
Here; I'll give you a hand.
He starts to approach, but Book shoves him away.
BOOK
No! No hospital!
By now the man's WIFE is hovering at a safe distance:
WIFE
Let him alone, Henry! If he wants to
die in the street, that's his
business!
But the man is not content:
MAN
Shut up, Romona! Will ya look at
that blood?
Book has tried to lurch toward his car; the man tries to
intercept him:
MAN
Come on, buddy... you're gonna bleed
to death!
Book whirls on him, his service revolver in his hand pointed
squarely at the fat man's face:
MAN
Shit!
WIFE
(quavering)
I told you, Henry!
Book doesn't trust himself to speak, but the .38 is
sufficiently eloquent for the circumstances, He stares at
the fat man another beat, then hesitates, turns, starts back
toward his car.
EXT. STREET – PHILADELPHIA – NIGHT
As Book's car wheels somewhat erratically through traffic.
INT. BOOK'S CAR (MOVING)
Book has a gym bag open on the seat next to him, is stuffing
a tshirt under his belt to staunch the blood. And...
INT. CARTER'S APARTMENT – BEDROOM – NIGHT
As he's awakened by the RINGING bedside telephone. He snaps
on a lamp... He's instantly awake, not unused to such rousing
in the wee hours. A woman sleeps beside him.
CARTER
Yeah...
INTERCUT BOOK
He's at an n.d. pay phone.
BOOK
Listen carefully, I wrote the Amish
woman's name and address on my desk
calendar, I want you to lose it for
me, Now. Tonight.
CARTER
What the hell are you talking about?
What's happening.
BOOK
Nothing. I'm not going to be around
for a while. I'll call you when I
can.
CARTER
(alarmed)
Johnny, what the fuck?
BOOK
(hard)
Listen to me – Schaeffer's part of
it. Maybe at the top of it.
There's a stunned silence at the other end.
BOOK
Yeah... I can put it all together
when I get back, 'Til then, you know
nothing, understand? Business as
usual...
CARTER
(beat)
I hear you.
BOOK
(nods)
Good. Take care of that woman's name
for me. And watch your ass.
INT. GUEST ROOM, ELAINE'S HOUSE – NIGHT
As the door opens and Elaine switches on the light, rousing
Rachel. Elaine looks haggard.
ELAINE
It's John. He says you have to leave
now. He says it's urgent.
She leaves the room as Rachel instantly awake, moves quickly
to rouse Samuel.
EXT. BATHROOM DOOR
Elaine is outside the bathroom listening to instructions
from her brother. From inside we hear the SOUND OF RUNNING
WATER. Elaine is puzzled but also senses the urgency.
BOOK (V.O.)
Put my car in the garage and close
the door.
ELAINE
John, I don't understand any of this.
BOOK (V.O.)
(snaps)
You don't know anything... borrowed
your car. Didn't say why. And you
never heard of that woman and her
boy.
ELAINE
John, why?...
BOOK
(shouts)
Just do it!
INT. BATHROOM
Book looks at himself in the mirror, his face is pale and
drawn.
He examines the wound, a cleanly drilled hole through his
right side, just under the rib cage. The wound continues to
bleed as he binds a towel tightly about him, before putting
his shirt back on.
He then carefully wipes away any traces of blood on basin
with tissues which he flushes down the toilet.
INT. BOOK'S CAR (MOVING)
As he drives across town. Samuel is curled up asleep, his
head on Rachel's lap.
RACHEL
Where are you taking us now?
BOOK
Home.
RACHEL
You couldn't wait until morning?
Book gives her a look.
RACHEL
(insistent)
What happened?
But Book, glancing in his rearview mirror, tenses.
HIS POV – MIRROR
In it we can see a police car coming on fast, with lights
and SIREN.
BACK TO SCENE
Rachel eyes Book warily.
A beat, then the police car WAILS past. Book expels a breath.
RACHEL
You said we would be safe in
Philadelphia.
BOOK
I was wrong.
Rachel looks away, speaks almost sarcastically, MUTTERING.
RACHEL
Kinner un Narre...
["Kinner un Narre saage die Waahret"
– "Children and fools say the truth"
– Amish expressions]
INT. PHILADELPHIA POLICE HEADQUARTERS – BOOK'S OFFICE –
NIGHT
ANGLE PAST Book's desk calendar. Carter enters in the b.g.,
crosses quickly to the desk. He snaps on a light, thumbs a
page of the calendar. Frowns.
INSERT
Rachel's name and address scribbled on a page of the calendar.
BACK TO SCENE
ANGLE
A couple of plainclothesmen have paused outside the door to
give him a look. Meets their eyes. They move on.
Carter shakes it off, goes. And...
CUT TO:
INT. CAR (MOVING)
As light colors the eastern horizon, Book is crossing into
Lancaster County.
Book glances at Rachel; she's asleep. He coughs wrackingly,
hurting... cinches the belt of his overcoat even tighter.
And...
EXT. LAPP FARM
HIS POV – BOOK'S CAR
Coming up the long drive.
BACK TO SCENE
As the car pulls up in the barnyard and Eli crosses to it.
Suddenly the car door flies open and Samuel jumps out, races
across the barnyard to hurl himself into the old man.
ANGLE AT CAR
As Rachel steps out of the passenger's side, Book remains
seated.
He lets his eyes travel around the farm.
RACHEL
Stay for awhile. Rest. I'll make
coffee and breakfast.
BOOK
I can't.
RACHEL
What about Samuel? Will you come
back to take him to trial?
Book starts the engine:
BOOK
(grimly)
There isn't going to be one.
Rachel stares at him, not sure what he means. Then backs
away, closing the door. Book begins to turn the car around
in the barnyard.
ANGLE
As Eli crosses to Rachel, his arm around Samuel.
ELI
Who was that man?
RACHEL
His name is John Book.
Eli is about to inquire further when Samuel cries:
SAMUEL
Momma – look.
They glance in the direction Samuel is looking.
THEIR POV – BOOK'S CAR
The car has failed to take a bend in the road and is now
bouncing across an adjoining ploughed field. It's knocked
over a tall birdhouse by the roadside. The car finally comes
to rest against a bank of earth.
BACK TO RACHEL
She stares...
CUT TO:
EXT. FIELD – DAY
As Samuel races for all he's worth across the field,
negotiates the creek via a fallen log – Rachel, now, also
running toward the car.
EXT. STABLES – DAY
Eli works fast harnessing his mules to an open wagon. He
hops up to the front seat and urges them to trot.
ANGLE AT BOOK'S CAR
We see that Rachel has made Book as comfortable as possible
in the front seat of the car and is packing the wound under
his trenchcoat with material ripped from her apron.
Momentarily he comes awake:
RACHEL
But John... why didn't you go to a
hospital?
BOOK
No, no doctor...
RACHEL
(bewildered)
But why?
BOOK
Gunshot... they'll file reports...
they'll find me.
RACHEL
But –
Book reaches up to grip her arm fiercely:
BOOK
And when they find me, they'll find
your boy!
He slips under again. Rachel stares at him, realizing the
price he's paid in returning them to safety.
She reaches out, touches him gently.
But the moment is broken by...
ANOTHER ANGLE
As Eli reins up in the springwagon. He climbs down, crosses
to glance into the car.
ELI
Is the English dead?
RACHEL
No...
ELI
Looks dead...
And together they begin to lift Book from the car and place
him in the back of the springwagon. And...
INT. LAMP FARMHOUSE
Where Eli is looking out a window.
HIS POV – BUGGY
An Amish buggy coming up the drive, past Book' s car.
ANGLE IN BEDROOM
Where Book lies on a bed. Rachel is bathing his wound with
warm water from a pan.
Eli appears in the doorway.
ELI
Stoltzfus is coming.
Rachel looks at him, nods.
Eli frowns at Book's holstered pistol lying atop his neatly
folded clothes on a chair near the bed.
ELI
That has no place in this house.
RACHEL
I know.
She picks up the pile of clothes and the pistol and places
them in a chest.
RACHEL
It will go when he goes.
INT. LIVING ROOM
As Samuel comes in with old Stoltzfus and Stoltzfus's teenage
son, LEVI.
RACHEL
Thank you for coming, Stoltzfus.
Stoltzfus's eyes have gone to the bed:
STOLTZFUS
That's the English is it?
INT. SICKROOM – TIGHT
As Stoltzfus runs his fingers lightly over the vicinity of
Book's wound:
STOLTZFUS (O.S.)
I feel... burning.
WIDER
As Stoltzfus, in his shirt sleeves and concentrating mightily,
moistens his fingertips with saliva, continues the
examination.
Finally he steps back.
STOLTZFUS
This man should be treated in town.
(indicates)
The bullet entered there... and came
out there. But there is the danger
of infection, and he has lost a great
deal of blood.
Rachel looks at Stoltzfus, then turns away, torn by her
dilemma.
Her eyes fall on Samuel. Gently she ushers him from the room:
RACHEL
Go help Levi with the car, Samuel.
She closes the door after him, then turns to face Eli and
Stoltzfus:
RACHEL
No, he must stay here.
Stoltzfus gives Eli a puzzled look. And:
ELI
Didn't you hear Stoltzfus? What if
he dies? Then the sheriff will come.
They'll say we broke their laws –
RACHEL
We'll pray that he doesn't die! But
if he does, then we'll find a way so
no one knows!
ELI
Rachel, this is a man's life, we
hold it in our hands.
RACHEL
I know God help me, I know that,
Eli.
(then)
But I tell you that if he's found
here, the people who did this to him
will come for Samuel.
Rachel beseeches them helplessly:
RACHEL
What else can we do?
EXT. LAPP DRIVE
Levi has hitched Eli's mules to the rear of Book's car and
is towing it up the drive toward the barn, with Samuel
catching a ride on the bumper.
RACHEL
Where she's waiting with the big barn doors thrown open. As
the mules tow the car in, she closes the doors.
INT. LAPP FARMHOUSE LIVING ROOM
As Stoltzfus and Levi are about to go: Stoltzfus turns to
Rachel:
STOLTZFUS
Make a poultice... three parts milk,
two parts linseed oil... for the
infection.
I'll send Mary by with some teas I will brew myself.
RACHEL
Thank you.
Stoltzfus turns to Eli:
STOLTZFUS
Lapp, I'll have to speak with the
diener on this matter.
ELI
(nods)
As you see fit, Stoltzfus.
CUT TO:
INT. SICKROOM – LAPS FARM – NIGHT
As Rachel enters, turns up a kerosene lamp which is burning
low at bedside. She's carrying the poultice Stoltzfus ordered.
Book's brow is beaded with sweat.
Rachel seats herself next to the bed, strips away the sweat-
soaked sheet. Her eyes take in his bare torso, and we should
get the feeling that there's rather more male animal on
display here just now than she's quite comfortable with.
She begins to apply the poultice.
ANGLE
As Book rouses to semi-consciousness, in his delirium he
recoils with alarm.
RACHEL
It's all right! You have got to lie
still.
Book stares up at her without recognition, but some of what
she says seems to penetrate. He quiets.
RACHEL
(soothingly)
Yes, much better...
ANGLE
As Book lapses back into sleep. Rachel hasn't removed her
hand from his chest. Abruptly she does so.
She finds herself wondering about this man lying before her,
so suddenly a part of her life. She notices details; bruises,
scars, the knuckles are hard, grazed, a tattoo on one
shoulder. While lost in this reverie, the delirious
Philadelphia policeman begins to mutter. Incoherently at
first, then the words take shape – swear words; curses; fuck
this and that; shit; etc. Rachel rises abruptly, her cheeks
coloring, as the barrage of language pours from his mouth.
She beats a hasty retreat closing the door swiftly behind
her.
INT. SCHAEFFER'S OFFICE – DAY
He's on the phone:
SCHAEFFER
Looks like we're going to need some
help from you folks down there.
INT. LANCASTER COUNTY SHERIFF'S OFFICE – DAY
Where an UNDERSHERIFF is on the phone:
UNDERSHERIFF
...want to help any way we can, Chief,
but you got to understand we've got
upwards of seven thousand Amish over
here.
And that's just Lancaster County.
INTERCUT SCHAEFFER
Who is trying to control his impatience:
SCHAEFFER
I've got the woman's name, Sheriff.
Lapp. Rachel Lapp. That should
simplify your work.
The Undersheriff frowns. He doesn't like being talked down
to.
UNDERSHERIFF
How about an address?
SCHAEFFER
Ah... no.
UNDERSHERIFF
(frowns)
Maybe a road or route number?
SCHAEFFER
Sorry.
The Undersheriff is not impressed.
UNDERSHERIFF
Problem is, Chief, 'bout every third
Amishman around here is named Lapp.
That or Yoder. Or Hochstetler.
(and)
Chief, if the Amish have taken your
man in, I wouldn't want to hang from
a rope until you find him.
ANGLE
Schaeffer is tight-lipped with contained fury:
SCHAEFFER
Thank you, Sheriff. It's been an
education.
He hangs up. A beat; the man is a study in frustration. Then
he glances up.
ANOTHER ANGLE
Standing in his doorway are the two plainclothesmen who
spotted Carter in Book's office in the earlier scene. And...
CUT TO:
EXT. LAPP FARM – DAY
A bright, sunny afternoon.
SAMUEL
Where he's leading a team of horses to the barn. In the b.g.
three buggies are parked in the barnyard, traces empty.
Visitors.
ANGLE IN SICKROOM
Where Book lies in the bed. His fever seems to have subsided.
He's coming awake, tries to focus on the room.
BOOK'S POV – CLERGY
PANNING the four men in Amish black who are standing around
the bed looking down at Book, muttering among themselves in
German.
These include TSCHANTZ, the district bishop, a hawk-nosed,
sterneyed old fellow; Stoltzfus, a deacon as well as a healer;
and two preachers, ERB and HERSHBERGER. Eli stands somewhat
apart.
ANGLE
Another moment of silence, then Book opens his eyes.
Tschantz rumbles in German.
SUBTITLES OVER.
TSCHANTZ
Well, Stoltzfus, another Lazarus to
your credit.
STOLTZFUS
He was touched by God's hand.
Tschantz grunts, motions, for the other clergy aside with
him.
Rachel enters briskly with a steaming pot of tea and a cup,
smiles.
RACHEL
Hello.
Book stares at her, then at the old bearded gentlemen.
BOOK
(closing his eyes)
Who are they?
RACHEL
The leadership of our district...
the diener. Bishop Tschantz is the
one with no hair on top. They decided
to come and see you for themselves.
Except Stoltzfus, of course. He came
the first day. I think he saved your
life.
BOOK
Can I have something to drink?
Rachel brings him tea.
BOOK
Does anybody know I'm here?
RACHEL
Only the elders.
BOOK
How long?
RACHEL
What?
BOOK
How long have I been here?
RACHEL
Two days.
BOOK
(a beat)
Listen, thank you. Thanks for
everything. But I've got to go.
RACHEL
(frowns)
But you can't.
He tries to rise, falls back faint. Rachel rearranges the
sheet.
RACHEL
See. Anyway, you don't have any
clothes on. And besides that, Bishop
Tschantz wants to talk to you when
you feel better.
The elders appear to have concluded their conference, and
are filing out. Stoltzfus pauses at bedside.
STOLTZFUS
Rest, Mr. Book. That's the ticket.
And drink my of my tea.
He goes. Book is still fending off the dizziness. Rachel
puts the teacup to his lips.
BOOK
Tell him his tea stinks.
RACHEL
(smiles)
You tell him. When you're able.
He looks like he's about to drop off again. Rachel rises.
RACHEL
(from the door)
We're all very happy that you're
going to live, John Book. We didn't
quite know what we were going to do
with you if you died.
That penetrates for a moment just before Book slips into
sleep again.
INT. LAPP LIVING ROOM – DAY
As the rather worrisome Hershberger frowns:
HERSHBERGER
...but a gunshot wound. Very serious.
TSCHANTZ
It is not the first time we have
done this. In the Englischer war of
the revolution, old Elmer Miller's
grandfather took in gunshot English
soldiers.
(a tad of pride)
Saved them, too.
They all nod. What Tschantz says is well known. Then:
ERB
Still, he should be among his own
people.
Rachel enters on this last.
RACHEL
He'll leave as soon as he is able.
He already wants to go.
Hershberger gives her a gloomy look, turns to Stoltzfus:
HERSHBERGER
How long will that be, Stoltzfus?
STOLTZFUS
(shrugs)
A month. Maybe less. With God's
healing love.
EXT. BOOK'S SISTER'S HOUSE – PHILADELPHIA – DAY
Schaeffer is knocking at the front doors. A beat, then Elaine
opens it cautiously, peers out.
ELAINE
(half fearfully)
Did you find him?
SCHAEFFER
Not yet.
Suddenly her eyes blaze, she starts to close the door:
ELAINE
Then go away, you bastard.
Schaeffer quickly – but gently – prevents her from shutting
it.
SCHAEFFER
Elaine, I've come to apologize for
Lt. McElroy. He overstated the
department's position.
ELAINE
(bitterly)
He accused John of taking kickbacks.
And you know – anybody who knows
John – knows that's a goddamn lie!
SCHAEFFER
(smoothly)
Of course, Elaine. But as long as
there's any question, better Johnny
should come back and clear his name.
ELAINE
(cuts in)
Better you should get off my front
porch before I get my mace!
SCHAEFFER
Elaine, I don't want to have to take
you in for questioning. You've got
his car, you were the last to see
him –
ELAINE
(clipped)
I don't know where he is.
SCHAEFFER
But... if you had to guess?
ANOTHER ANGLE – SCHAEFFER'S CAR
McElroy watching.
THEIR POV – FRONT DOOR
We see a final exchange between Elaine and Schaeffer. Elaine
forces the door shut. Schaeffer turns, walks slowly to his
car.
INT. SCHAEFFER'S CAR
As Schaeffer opens the door, climbs in, sinks wearily into
the seat, beside McElroy.
MCELROY
She say where he is?
SCHAEFFER
I don't think she knows.
Schaeffer is staring grimly ahead.
SCHAEFFER
What about Carter?
MCELROY
Tight. But I'm working on him.
SCHAEFFER
Lean on him.
EXT. LAPP FARM – LANCASTER COUNTY – NIGHT
REESTABLISHING, and TIGHTENING to the upstairs sickroom window
where a lamp dimly burns.
INT. SICKROOM
As Samuel comes in with a fresh bedpan. Book is lying asleep
on the bed.
Samuel puts the bedpan down, checks to make sure Book is
indeed asleep, then quietly crosses to the foot of the bed
and opens the clothes chest.
ANGLE
Book's big .38 revolver lies holstered atop his folded
clothes.
Fascinated, Samuel picks it up, admiring the heavy burled
pistol grips. Unable to resist, he starts to remove the weapon
from the holster, then pauses to steal a look. OFF SCREEN...
BOOK
His eyes are open and watching Samuel icily, which gives the
boy something of a jolt.
BOOK
Give me that.
Mutely, Samuel hands Book the pistol from arm's length. He
looks on as Book takes the pistol out of the holster, shoots
the boy another look, then snaps open the cylinder and shakes
out the heavy, copper-jacketed bullets into his palm. He
snaps the cylinder closed again, then nods to Samuel.
BOOK
Come here.
The boy edges closer.
BOOK
You ever handle a pistol like this,
Samuel?
SAMUEL
(swallows)
No pistol. Ever.
BOOK
Tell you what – I'm going to let you
handle this one. But only if you
promise not to say anything to your
momma. I've got a feeling she wouldn't
understand.
SAMUEL
(grins)
Okay, Mr. Book.
Book smiles. Then he gives the boy a playful, John Wayne-
tough guy wink as he cocks and uncorks the pistol,
demonstrating the action.
He finally hands it over to Samuel, butt first.
BOOK
Call me John.
The boy tries to imitate Book's one-handed expertise, but
his hands are too small. Book smiles.
Samuel finally manages to get the thing cocked, using two
hands, and Book reaches over to guide the muzzle away so
that it's not pointed at him.
BOOK
You don't want to point that at people
you just started calling by their
first name.
Samuel levels the pistol at the door and, just as he snaps
the trigger, Rachel enters, pulls up short in some dismay to
find her son has a gun pointed at her. Samuel blanches and
Book winces, knowing there's heavy weather ahead.
RACHEL
(snaps)
Samuel!
Samuel quickly hands the pistol back to Book, who holsters
it:
RACHEL
Wait for me downstairs.
Samuel quickly exits, and Rachel angrily advances on Book.
RACHEL
John Book, I would appreciate it if,
during the time you are with us, you
would have as little to do with Samuel
as possible.
BOOK
Nobody meant any harm. The boy was
curious. I unloaded the gun -
RACHEL
It's not the gun. Don't you
understand... It's you. What you
stand for.
(and)
That is not for Samuel.
Book looks at her thoughtfully.
Rachel softens a bit:
RACHEL
Please, it has nothing to do with
you personally.
He hands her the holstered gun and the loose bullets.
BOOK
Put it up someplace Samuel can't get
it.
A beat, then Rachel, takes the pistol and starts to go. Book
stops her:
BOOK
Friends?
Rachel glances back at him, smiles and nods. And...
CUT TO:
INT. KITCHEN – LAPP FARMHOUSE – NIGHT
Book's holstered gun and bullets at center table. Eli sits
on one side, a chastened Samuel on the other. Rachel looks
on from the b.g.
Eli knows that this is as important a dialogue as he will
ever have with his grandson: at issue is one of the central
pillars of the Amish way.
ELI
The gun – that gun of the hand – is
for the taking of human life. Would
you kill another man? Eh?
Samuel stares at it, not meeting his grandfather's eyes. Eli
leans forward, extends his hands ceremonially.
ELI
What you take into your hands, you
take into your heart.
A beat, then Samuel musters some defiance.
SAMUEL
I would only kill a bad man.
ELI
Only a bad man. I see. And you know
these bad men on sight? You are able
to look into their hearts and see
this badness?
SAMUEL
I can see what they do.
Now he meets Eli's eyes:
SAMUEL
I have seen it.
Eli expels a deep sigh; then:
ELI
And having seen, you would become
one of them?
(intent... gesturing)
Don't you see...? The hand leads the
arm leads the shoulder leads the
head... leads the heart. The one
goes into the other into the other
into the other... And you have
changed, and gone amongst them...
He breaks off, bows his head for a moment. Then he fixes the
boy with a stern eye and, driving he heel of his palm firmly
into the tabletop with enormous intensity:
ELI
"Wherefore come out from among them
and be ye separate, saith the Lord!"
ELI
(indicating pistol;
continuing from
Corinthians 6:17)
"And touch not the unclean thing!"
His intensity tinged with righteous anger, he is hugely
impressive.
EXT. WASHHOUSE – NEAR KITCHEN – NIGHT
Book stands near the door to the kitchen, and has heard most
or all of Eli's words. He turns, and painfully makes his way
into the washhouse, moving quietly, hoping no one will come
out from the kitchen.
EXT. BARN – LAPP FARM – DAY
Samuel harnesses up the family mare, and backs her into the
traces of the buggy.
INT. BOOK'S BEDROOM – DAY
Book stands at the window in a worn robe. Below, through the
window, we can see Samuel and Eli in the barnyard. A beat,
then Book crosses impatiently back to his bed, sits down,
picks up a dog-earred copy of The American Dairyman. There's
a stack of well-thumbed farm magazines and copies of The
Budget (the Amish newspaper) on the bedside table.
There's a knock. Rachel enters carrying a pile of clothing.
She smiles.
RACHEL
Enjoying your reading?
BOOK
Very interesting. I'm learning a lot
about manure.
(eyes the clothing)
What's that?
RACHEL
Your shirt and jacket are still
stained with blood. I have them
soaking.You can wear these.
She passes the clothes to Book.
BOOK
Your husband's?
RACHEL
Yes. It's good that someone can have
the use of them. Besides, in your
clothes you'd stand out to strangers.
She continues, cheerfully.
RACHEL
I should tell you these do not have
buttons.
(shows him)
See? Hooks and eyes.
BOOK
Something wrong with buttons?
RACHEL
Buttons are Hochmut.
BOOK
Hochmut?
RACHEL
Vain. Proud. Such a person is
Hochmutsnarr. He is not plain.
BOOK
(nodding)
Anything against zippers?
RACHEL
(almost blushing)
You make fun of me. Like the tourists.
Driving by all the time. Some even
come into the yard. Very rude. They
seem to think we are quaint.
BOOK
Quaint? Can't imagine why.
She smiles.
BOOK
Where's the nearest telephone?
RACHEL
Telephone? The Gunthers across the
valley. They're Mennonite. They have
cars and refrigerators and telephones
in the houses even.
BOOK
No. I'd want a public phone.
Rachel's face clouds.
RACHEL
Well... the store at Saltzburg...
(then briskly)
But you won't be going to Saltzburg
for a while.
BOOK
I'm going this morning.
RACHEL
But Stoltzfus said...
BOOK
(cutting in)
I know what he said.
RACHEL
You can go with Eli. He's taking
Samuel to school. But you'll have to
hurry.
Rachel turns to leave when Book calls her back.
BOOK
Rachel.
She turns to look at him. It's the first time he's used her
name.
BOOK
Thanks.
She smiles and leaves.
EXT. FARMHOUSE – DAY
Eli calls impatiently from the buggy. Samuel sits beside
him.
ELI
Hurry up now, John Book!
INT. KITCHEN – DAY
Rachel washing dishes turns on hearing Book enter. She laughs
out loud at the sight of him in his Amish gear, and rightly
so – the pants are highwater, the hat low-rise, the jacket
ill-fitting.
Book looks self-conscious, even a little sheepish.
Outside another SHOUT from Eli.
RACHEL
You'd better go.
Book looks embarrassed.
BOOK
My... eh... gun?
The smile fades from Rachel's face as she reaches up into a
cupboard. She passes the gun in its holster to Book. He
fastens it about him. The contradiction of an "Armed Amishman"
increases the awkwardness between them. Book turns his back
to her and checks the weapon. He turns back to her smiling
in an odd way.
BOOK
The... bullets?
RACHEL
Oh. The bullets.
She takes them out of a disused coffee jar, passes them to
Book.
BOOK
(attempting a joke)
Not much good without them.
INT. BUGGY – COUNTRY ROAD – DAY
Samuel sits between Eli and Book. Both men stare straight
ahead.
Eli looks particularly stern. It's pretty clear he doesn't
like this Englishman wearing the clothes of his faith.
EXT. AMISH ONE-TEACHER-SCHOOL – DAY
With awave Samuel runs into the schoolyard to join his
friends. A teacher begins ringing a bell.
INT. STORE – SALTZBURG
Book on the telephone waiting for his call to be answered.
He looks about him – several Amish and Dithers mingle in the
shop.
Book-has gotten a coke from a machine, seems a bit self-
conscious shout it sips at it surreptitiously... A voice
comes on the line; it's that of Book's partner.
CARTER
Yeah?
A silence.
BOOK
It's me.
CARTER
Johnny! Where the hell have you been?
BOOK
Never mind. I'm coming in to take
care of business. How hot am I?
CARTER
(low, urgent)
Too hot. Don't do it. Don't come in.
BOOK
I'm coming.
CARTER
Listen, Johnny, don't do anything
stupid. You couldn't get within a
mile of Schaeffer right now. So stay
put... Stay in touch – I'll let you
know when maybe it makes sense.
A beat as Book considers that.
CARTER
(edgily)
You hear me?
BOOK
(finally)
I hear you. I'll stay in touch.
CARTER
That's more like it.
(and)
Where are you at, anyway?
Book allows himself a small smile, regarding his Amish image
reflected in the window of the store.
BOOK
Where I'm at is maybe 1890.
CARTER
(uncomprehending)
Say again?
BOOK
Make that 1790.
He hangs up. A beat, then he stares toward the door of the
store.
INT. BARN – DAY
Book works on his car. The battery has gone flat and he's
trying to charge it up by running wires to a battery mounted
under the front seat of the Lapp buggy.
Eli stands at the barn door staring at him, again the
disapproving look.
ELI
If you are well enough to do that
thing, you can do work for me.
Book is genuinely apologetic.
BOOK
Sure, I'm sorry. Hope you don't mind
me plugging in to your battery. Mine's
dead... How can I help? What can I
do?
ELI
Maybe milking.
BOOK
(eyes Eli)
Milking?
ELI
Cows. You know, cows?
BOOK
I've seen pictures.
ELI
Good, you start tomorrow.
INT. BOOK'S ROOM – LAPP FARM – NIGHT
Where Book lies asleep. A beat, then Eli comes in carrying a
lamp.
He pauses a moment to peer at the sleeping figure with
undisguised anticipation. Then he gives him a jarring thump:
ELI
(briskly)
Veck oufl. Time for milking.
Book comes groggily awake as Eli exits. He gropes for his
watch.
INSERT WATCHFACE
It reads 4:30 a.m.
BACK TO BOOK
As he stares at it in disbelief.
INT. BARN
As the milk herd of half dozen or so cows ambles in with
Samuel prodding them along, headed for the milking stalls.
Book looks on in the lamplight, nonplused.
SAMUEL
Where he's pitching hay into the cow's feed-troughs.
BOOK, ELI
Where the old man is showing Book how to milk a cow by hand.
We see Rachel watching from the milkhouse door (steam from
scalding milk cans rising behind her).
ELI
Good, firm twist and pull, eh?
(and)
Right. Now you try it.
Book gives him a look, takes over the milking stool. The cow
shoots him a rather skeptical look over her shoulder. Book
bends to his task.
ELI
Didn't you hear me, Book? Pull! You
never had your hands on a teat before?
BOOK
(grimly)
Not one this big.
Eli unexpectedly finds this hilarious, cackles, gives Book a
comradely, man-of-the-world thump on the shoulder that jars
him.
Then he moves off. Book bends to his task, and...
ANGLE – RACHEL
Grinning, giggling, covering her mouth with one hand.
As he pours a pail full of milk into a large, stainless steel
milk can.
EXT. BARN
As the milk herd is released back into the pasture. Book
crosses into the f.g., stares OFF SCREEN.
BOOK'S POV – HORIZON
And dawnfire etching the hilltops. The BELLHOUSE behind the
house, the sun reflecting from the heavy bell beneath its
small roof.
BACK TO BOOK
Something in him can't help but respond to the beauty.
A beat, then he blows on his hands, rubs them briskly together
against the morning chill, and turns back to the barn.
EXT. LAPP FARMHOUSE – DAY
It is later in the morning. Rachel comes out onto the porch,
tosses a pan of dirty dishwater off onto the grass, looks
toward the barn.
ANGLE – THE BARN
Eli and Book standing in one of the open doorways, looking
in.
INT. THE BARN
ANGLE FAVORING Luke, one of Eli's team of fine mules as Samuel
opens the stall gate. The beast is skittish, obviously
afflicted with something of a behavioral problem.
But he allows Samuel to lead him out.
BOOK, ELI
As Samuel brings Luke out. Eli is now harnessing the other
mule of the team to a large manure-spreader. But as Luke
nears Book, his eyes widen and he shies, almost hauling Samuel
off his feet.
BOOK
(alarmed)
Careful, son –
Book moves to Samuel's aid; a gesture which proves a serious
mistake. Luke erupts into a SCREAMING, bucking cyclone. Samuel
– who no doubt has been here before – dives nimbly for cover
as a flying hoof nearly takes Book's head off.
Then Eli hustles into the fray, pushing Book aside as he
BELLOWS belligerently in German at the rearing animal. Finally
he gives Luke a swat upside the head that seems, somehow, to
have the effect of quieting the beast instantly.
ANGLE
Samuel gives the shaken Book a look:
SAMUEL
That's Luke. He doesn't like
strangers.
BOOK
(still shaken)
You don't say.
Eli leads the pacified mule back to the traces, grunting at
Book.
ELI
Have to teach you mules, too, I guess.
CUT TO:
EXT. FIELD NEAR FARMHOUSE – DAY
Book collects the pieces of the birdhouse which his car
knocked down the day of his attempted departure. He pauses
as a figure approaches. We recognize Daniel Hochstetler,
Rachel's would-be suitor. He heads for Book with an outgoing
smile and outstretched hand. Here's a likable man who likes
people.
HOCHSTETLER
Good morning. Book, is it? You are
the Yankee they talk about?
BOOK
I thought I was the English.
HOCHSTETLER
English, Yankee. It's the same. My
name is Daniel. Daniel Hochstetler.
(sizes up his clothes)
You look plain, Book.
(grinning)
Very plain.
Book is not particularly amused.
HOCHSTETLER
I came to see Rachel Lapp.
BOOK
Try the house.
Hochstetler gives Book a powerful clap on the shoulder.
HOCHSTETLER
(genially)
You bet. you take care of yourself.
Hochstetler heads for the house. Book stares after him with
some interest.
ANGLE
As Rachel emerges from the house to greet him. She also
catches sight of Book and she pauses, a shadow of confusion
crossing her expression for an instant.
And Hochs