분야
hwp by
James Agee,David Grubb
& Charles Laughton
FULL SHOT -- THE STARLIT SKY
VOICE
And he opened his mouth and taught them,
saying...
FADE sky to DAY.
LAP DISSOLVE TO
LONG SHOT -- HELICOPTER -- OHIO RIVER COUNTRY
High over the country, CENTERING the winding river.
VOICE
Beware of false prophets....
LOWER LONG SHOT -- HELICOPTER -- RIVER COUNTRY
We approach a riverside village.
VOICE
... which come to you in sheeps clothing ...
A CLOSER, LOWER HELICOPTER SHOT
We descend low over a deserted house; CHILDREN in yard run and hide; we
hear "IT" counting "five, ten, fifteen, twenty..."
VOICE
... but inwardly, they are ravening wolves.
MEDIUM SHOT -- "IT"
He finishes his count with a loud "Hundred" and turns, then:
"IT"
Whats wrong?
We PAN as he comes towards a little boy, beside an open cellar door, who
gestures towards the open door. "IT" looks down.
"IT"
(a low gasp)
Heyy!
(then he shouts to all
and to us)
Heyy!
We DOLLY IN fast to, and TILT DOWN into, open cellar, into:
CLOSE SHOT -- A LEG
A skeletal leg in a rotted fume of stocking and a high-heeled shoe. We
HOLD a moment, then PULL UP and AWAY over the converging heads of several
CHILDREN. A CHILD whimpers softly.
HELICOPTER SHOT
The yard and the CHILDREN, same angle and height as the last descending
helicopter shot. We PULL BACK and AWAY.
VOICE
Ye shall know them by their fruits.
DISSOLVE TO
HIGH LONG SHOT -- HELICOPTER
CENTERING the river.
VOICE
A good tree cannot bring forth evil fruit....
LOWER LONG SHOT (HELICOPTER)
CENTERING on open touring car, as it drives along a river road.
VOICE
Neither can a corrupt tree bring forth good
fruit.
We stoop low towards the car.
VOICE
Wherefore by their fruits, ye shall know them.
CUT TO
CLOSE SHOT -- PREACHER
He is the driver of the car. Pleasant river landscapes (PROCESS) flow behind
him. He is dressed in dark clothes, a paper collar, a string tie. As he
drives, he talks to himself.
PREACHER
Whats it to be, Lord, another widow? Has it
been six? Twelve? ... I disremember.
He nods, smiles, and touches his hat. We see a farm couple in a poor wagon.
PREACHER
You say the word, and Im on my way.
LAP DISSOLVE TO
CLOSE SHOT -- PREACHER DRIVING
He brakes his car in a small riverside town; then proceeds.
PREACHER
You always send me money to go forth and preach
your Word. A widow with a little wad of bills
hidden away in the sugar-bowl.
LAP DISSOLVE TO
CLOSE SHOT -- PREACHER DRIVING
He shifts into second gear, climbing a steep little hill.
PREACHER
I am tired. Sometimes I wonder if you really
understand.
(pause)
Not that you mind the killins...
The stones of a country graveyard gleam in the last daylight.
PREACHER
Yore Book is full of killins.
He starts fast and noisily down a steep hill.
PREACHER
But there are things you do hate, Lord:
perfume-smellin things -- lacy things --
things with curly hair --
CUT TO
INT. A BURLESQUE HOUSE -- MEDIUM CLOSE SHOT -- A DANCER
She is hard at work to music o.s.
FULL SHOT -- AUDIENCE -- CENTERING ON PREACHER, IN AISLE SEAT
Among the members of the sad burlesque audience, he is in strong contrast:
a sour and aggressive expression. Music o.s. We MOVE IN fast to a HEAD
CLOSE-UP.
MEDIUM CLOSE SHOT -- THE DANCER
INSERT -- PREACHERS LEFT HAND
Labeled H-A-T-E in tattoo across four knuckles, it grips and flexes.
INSERT -- HIS RIGHT HAND
Before we see the lettering he slides it into his pocket.
EXTREME CLOSE SHOT -- PREACHER
His head slants; a cold smile; one eyelid flutters.
INSERT -- RIGHT HAND AND POCKET
We hear the snapping open of a switchblade knife and the point of the knife
cuts through his clothes.
LESS EXTREME CLOSE SHOT -- PREACHER
He seems to "listen" for something.
PREACHER
No, There are too many of them; you cant kill
the world.
A hand descends firmly onto his shoulder. He glances up behind him as we
TILT TO
CLOSE SHOT -- A STATE TROOPER
He bends down and speaks quietly next PREACHERs ear.
TROOPER
You driving an Essex tourin-car with a
Moundsville license?
LAP DISSOLVE TO
INT. COURTROOM -- CLOSE THREE-SHOT -- JUDGE AND CLERK, OVER PREACHER
JUDGE
Harry Powell, for the theft of that touring car
you will spend thirty days in the Moundsville
Penitentiary.
PREACHER
(correcting Clerk)
Preacher Harry Powell.
JUDGE
A car thief! Picked up where you were! A man
of God?
(to Clerk)
Harry Powell.
LAP DISSOLVE TO
FULL SHOT -- MOUNDSVILLE PENITENTIARY -- DAY (HELICOPTER)
A grim, stone-turretted facade; an American flag idles at top center.
LAP DISSOLVE TO
CLOSE DOWNWARD TWO-SHOT -- JOHN AND PEARL HARPER
They sit in the grass, a sentimental picture. JOHN is nine; PEARL is five.
They are working together on PEARLs doll; PEARL is dressing her, while
JOHN gets on a difficult shoe.
PEARL
Stand still, Miss Jenny!
JOHN
(across her)
There! Whats so hard about that?
He proudly exhibits the shod foot.
They hear the sound of an auto engine o.s. They look o.s. and get up, PEARL
dangling the doll.
LONG SHOT -- OVER THE CHILDREN -- BEN HARPERS FORD
A Model-T Ford ap
