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by William Goldman. Based on the Novel by Stephen King. More info about this movie on
FADE IN ON
A SINGLE CIGARETTE. A MATCH. A HOTEL ICE BUCKET that holds a
bottle of champagne. The cigarette is unlit. The match is of
the kitchen variety. The champagne, unopened, is Dom
Perignon. There is only one sound at first: a strong WIND --
-- now another sound, sharper -- a sudden burst of TYPING as
PULL BACK TO REVEAL
PAUL SHELDON typing at a table in his hotel suite. It's
really a cabin that's part of a lodge. Not an ornate place.
He is framed by a window looking out at some gorgeous
mountains. It's afternoon. The sky is grey. Snow is
scattered along the ground. We're out west somewhere. The
WIND grows stronger -- there could be a storm.
PAUL pays no attention to what's going on outside as he
continues to type.
He's the hero of what follows. Forty-two, he's got a good
face, one with a certain mileage to it. We are not, in other
words, looking at a virgin. He's been a novelist for
eighteen years and for half that time, the most recent half,
a remarkably successful one.
He pauses for a moment, intently, as if trying to stare a
hole in the paper. Now his fingers fly, and there's another
burst of TYPING. He studies what he's written, then --
THE PAPER, as he rolls it out of the machine, puts it on the
table, prints, in almost childlike letters, these words:
A PILE OF MANUSCRIPT at the rear of the table. He puts this
last page on, gets it straight and in order, hoists it up,
folds it to his chest, the entire manuscript -- hundreds of
PAUL, as he holds his book to him. He is, just for a brief
A SUITCASE across the room. PAUL goes to it, opens it and
pulls something out from inside: a battered leather
briefcase. Now he takes his manuscript, carefully opens the
briefcase, gently puts the manuscript inside. He closes it,
and the way he handles it, he might almost be handling a
child. Now he crosses over, opens the champagne, pours
himself a single glass, lights the one cigarette with the
lone match -- there is a distinct feeling of ritual about
this. He inhales deeply, makes a toasting gesture, then
drinks, smokes, smiles.
HOLD BRIEFLY, then --
LODGE - DAY
PAUL -- exiting his cabin. He stops, makes a snowball,
throws it, hitting a sign.
Still got it.
He throws a suitcase into the trunk of his '65 MUSTANG and,
holding his leather case, he hops into the car and drives
A SIGN that reads "Silver Creek Lodge." Behind the sign is
the hotel itself -- old, desolate. Now the '65 Mustang comes
out of the garage, guns ahead toward the sign. As "Shotgun"
by Jr. Walker and the Allstars starts, he heads off into the
THE SKY. Gun-metal grey. The clouds seem pregnant with snow.
PAUL, driving the Mustang, the battered briefcase on the
seat beside him.
THE ROAD AHEAD. Little dainty flakes of snow are suddenly
THE CAR, going into a curve and
PAUL, driving, and as he comes out of the curve, a stunned
look hits his face as we
THE ROAD AHEAD -- and here it comes -- a mountain storm;
it's as if the top has been pulled off the sky and with no
warning whatsoever, we're into a blizzard and
THE MUSTANG, slowing, driving deeper into the mountains.
PAUL, squinting ahead, windshield wipers on now.
THE MUSTANG, rounding another curve, losing traction --
PAUL, a skilled driver, bringing the car easily under
THE ROAD. Snow is piling up.
PAUL driving confidently, carefully. Now he reaches out,
ejects the tape, expertly turns it over, pushes it in and,
as the MUSIC continues, he hums along with it.
THE SKY. Only you can't see it.
There's nothing to see but the unending snow, nothing to
hear but the wind which keeps getting wilder.
THE ROAD. Inches of snow on the ground now. This is desolate
THE SNOW. Worse.
THE ROAD, curving sharply, dropping. A sign reads: "Curved
Road, Next 13 Miles."
THE MUSTANG, coming into view, hitting the curve -- no
problem -- no problem at all -- and then suddenly, there is
a very serious problem and as the car skids out of control
PAUL, doing his best, fighting the conditions and just as it
looks like he's got things going his way --
THE ROAD, swerving down and
THE MUSTANG, all traction gone and
PAUL, helpless and
THE MUSTANG, skidding, skidding and
THE ROAD as it drops more steeply away and the wind whips
the snow across and
THE MUSTANG starting to spin and
THE MOUNTAINSIDE as the car skids off the road, careens
down, slams into a tree, bounces off, flips, lands upside
down, skids, stops finally, dead.
HOLD ON THE CAR A MOMENT.
There is still the sound of the WIND, and there is still the
music coming from the tape, perhaps the only part of the car
left undamaged. Nothing moves inside. There is only the WIND
and the TAPE. The wind gets louder.
THE WRECK looked at from a distance. The MUSIC sounds are
only faintly heard.
THE AREA WHERE THE WRECK IS -- AS SEEN FROM THE ROAD. The
car is barely visible as the snow begins to cover it.
THE WRECK from outside, and we're close to it now, with the
snow coming down ever harder -- already bits of the car are
covered in white.
CAMERA MOVES IN TO
PAUL. He's inside and doing his best to fight is, but his
consciousness is going. He tries to keep his eyes open but
Slowly, he manages to reach out with his left arm for his
-- and he clutches it to his battered body. The MUSIC
But PAUL is far from listening. His eyes flutter, flutter
again. Now they're starting to close.
The man is dying.
Motionless, he still clutches the battered briefcase.
HOLD ON THE CASE. Then --
The BRIEFCASE in Paul's hands as he sits at a desk.
PULL BACK TO REVEAL
We are in New York City in the office of Paul's literary
agent, MARCIA SINDELL. The walls of the large room are
absolutely crammed with book and movie posters, in English
and all other kinds of other languages, all of them
featuring the character of MISERY CHASTAIN, a perfectly
beautiful woman. Misery's Challenge, Misery's Triumph --
eight of them. All written by Paul Sheldon.
PAUL, lifting up the battered briefcase -- maybe when new it
cost two bucks, but he treats it like gold.
An old friend. I was rummaging through
a closet and it was just sitting there.
Like it was waiting for me.
(searching for a compliment)
It's ... it's nice, Paul. It's got...
THE TWO OF THEM.
When I wrote my first book, I used to
carry it around in this while I was
looking for a publisher. That was a
good book, Marcia. I was a writer
You're still a writer.
I haven't been a writer since I got
into the Misery business --
(holding up the cover art
of Misery's Child)
Not a bad business. This thing would
still be growing, too. The first
printing order on Misery's Child was
the most ever -- over a million.
No, no. Misery Chastain put braces on
your daughter's teeth and is putting
her through college, bought you two
houses and floor seats to the Knick
games and what thanks does she get?
You go and kill her.
Marcia, you know I started "Misery"
on a lark. Do I look like a guy who
writes romance novels? Do I sound
like Danielle Steel? It was a one-time
shot and we got lucky. I never meant
it to become my life. And if I hadn't
gotten rid of her now, I'd have ended
up writing her forever.
(touches his briefcase)
For the first time in fifteen years, I
think I'm really onto something here.
I'm glad to hear that, Paul, I really
am. But you have to know -- when your
fans find out that you killed off their
favorite heroine, they're not going to
say, "Ooh, good, Paul Sheldon can
finally write what we've always wanted:
an esoteric, semi-autobiographical
Marcia, why are you doing this to me?
Don't you know I'm scared enough?
Don't you think I remember how nobody
gave a shit about my first books? You
think I'm dying to go back to shouting
in the wilderness?
I'm doing this because I have to.
(Marcia is stopped)
Now, I'm leaving for Colorado to try
to finish this and I want your good
thoughts -- because if I can make it
I might just have something that I
want on my tombstone.
On the word "tombstone"
PAUL'S TOMBSTONE -- the upside down car with the blizzard
coming gale-force and his motionless body trapped inside the
The WIND screams. PAUL'S EYES flutter, then close.
KEEP HOLDING AS --
Suddenly there's a new sound as a crowbar SCRATCHES at the
-- and now the door is ripped open as we
PULL BACK TO REVEAL
A BUNDLED-UP FIGURE gently beginning to pull PAUL and the
case from the car. For a moment, it's hard to tell if it's a
man or woman --
-- not to let the cat out of the bag or anything, but it is,
very much, a woman. Her name is ANNIE WILKES and she is
close to Paul's age. She is in many ways a remarkable
creature. Strong, self-sufficient, passionate in her likes
and dislikes, loves and hates.
PAUL AND ANNIE as she cradles him in her arms. Once he's
clear of the car, she lays him carefully in the snow.
PAUL AND ANNIE: CLOSE UP. She slowly brings her mouth down
close to his. Then their lips touch as she forces air inside
(Their lips touch again.
You hear me -- Breathe! I said breathe!!!
PAUL, as he starts to breathe --
-- in a moment his eys suddenly open wide, but he's in
shock, the eyes see nothing --
ANNIE -- the moment she sees him come to life, she goes into
action, lifting PAUL in a fireman's carry, starting the
difficult climb back up the steep hill.
As she moves away, she and Paul are obliterated by the white
THE WHITE OF WHAT SEEMS LIKE A HOSPITAL. Everything is bled
of color. It's all vague --
-- we are looking at this from Paul's blurred vision.
And throughout this next sequence, there are these SOUNDS,
words really, but they make no sense.
...I'm your number one fan..."
The first thing we see during this is something all white.
It takes a moment before we realize it's a ceiling.
Now, a white wall.
An I.V. bottle is next, the medicine dripping down a tube
into PAUL'S LEFT ARM. The other arm is bandaged and in a
ANNIE is standing beside the bed. She wears off-white and
seems very much like a nurse. A good nurse. She has pills in
PAUL. Motionless, dead pale. He has a little beard now. Eyes
barely open, he's shaking with fever.
(hardly able to whisper)
ANNIE is quickly by his side.
Shhh...we're just outside Silver Creek.
You've been here two days. You're
gonna be okay.
My name is Annie Wilkes and I'm --
-- my number one fan.
And now the gibberish words make sense.
That's right. I'm also a nurse. Here.
(Now, as she brings the
She helps him to swallow, as Paul's eyes close.
AN EXTERIOR OF THE PLACE. It's a farmhouse -- we're in a
desolate area with mountains in the background.
THE HOUSE is set on a knoll so that Paul's room, although on
the first floor, is ten feet off the ground.
PAUL, in the room. He's not on the I.V. anymore. His fever
has broken. Annie enters, pills in her hand.
What are they...?
They're called Novril -- they're for
your pain. (helps him take them)
ANNIE applies a cool rag to his forehead.
Shouldn't I be in a hospital?
The blizzard was too strong. I couldn't
risk trying to get you there. I tried
calling, but the phone lines are down.
PAUL tries to test his left arm.
(Gently, her fingers go
to his eyelids, close
Now you mustn't tire yourself. You've
got to rest, you almost died.
ANNIE: CLOSE UP. Sometimes her face shows the most
remarkable compassion. It does now.
HOLD ON IT briefly.
CLOSE UP ON PILLS IN ANNIE'S HAND.
He lies in bed. His fever is gone, but he's terribly weak.
ANNIE. As she lays the pills on PAUL'S TONGUE, she gives him
a glass of water from the nearby bed table.
PAUL, swallowing eagerly.
ANNIE, watching him, sympathetically.
Your legs just sing grand opera when
you move, don't they?
(Paul says nothing, but
his pain is clear)
It's not going to hurt forever, Paul,
I promise you.
Will I be able to walk?
Of course you will. And your arm will
be fine, too. Your shoulder was
dislocated pretty badly, but I finally
popped it back in there.
But what I'm most proud of is the work
I did on those legs. Considering what
I had around the house, I don't think
there's a doctor who could have done
And now suddenly she flicks off the blankets, uncovering his
PAUL, staring, stunned at the bottom half of his body as we
PAUL'S LEGS. From the knees down he resembles an Egyptian
mummy -- she's splinted them with slim steel rods that look
like the hacksawed remains of aluminum crutches and there's
taping circling around.
From the kness up they're all swollen and throbbing and
horribly bruised and discolored.
PAUL, lying back, stunned with disbelief.
It's not nearly as bad as it looks.
You have a compound fracture of the
tibia in both legs, and the fibula
in the left leg is fractured too. I
could hear the bones moving, so it's
best for your legs to remain immobile.
And as soon as the roads open, I'll
take you to a hospital.
ANNIE: CLOSE UP.
In the meantime, you've got a lot of
recovering to do, and I consider it
an honor that you'll do it in my home.
HOLD ON HER ECSTATIC FACE. Then --
MISERY'S PERFECT FACE. We're back in SINDELL's office in New
York. The office looks just the same, posters and
manuscripts all over. But she doesn't.
She holds the phone and she is fidgety, insecure.
This is Marcia Sindell calling from
New York City. I'd like to speak to
the Silver Creek Chief of Police or
MALE VOICE (o-s)
Which one do you want?
Whichever one's not busy.
A SMALL OFFICE IN SILVER CREEK
... with a view of the mountains.
A MARVELOUS LOOKING MAN sits at a desk, by himself, holding
the phone. In his sixties, he's still as bright, fast and
sassy as he was half-a-lifetime ago. Never mind what his
name is, everyone calls him BUSTER.
I'm pretty sure they're both not
busy, Ms. Sindell, since they're
both me. I also happen to be
President of the Policeman's
Benefit Association, Chairman of
the Patrolman's Retirement Fund,
and if you need a good fishing
guide, you could do a lot worse;
call me Buster, everybody does,
what can I do for you?
SINDELL in her office. She pushes the speakerphone, gets up,
paces; she's very hesitant when she speaks about Paul.
Almost embarrassed --
I'm a literary agent, and I feel
like a fool calling you, but I
think one of my clients, Paul
Sheldon, might be in some kind of
Paul Sheldon? You mean Paul Sheldon
He's your client, huh?
Yes, he is.
He rolls a penny acrossthe back of one hand -- he's very
good at it, doesn't even look while he does it.
People sure like those Misery books.
I'm sure you know Paul's been going
to the Silver Creek Lodge for years
to finish his books.
Yeah, I understand he's been up here
the last six weeks.
Not quite. I just called, and they
said he checked out five days ago.
Isn't that a little strange?
I don't know. Does he always phone
you when he checks out of hotels?
SINDELL, really embarrassed now.
No, no, of course not. It's just
that his daughter hasn't heard
from him, and when he's got a book
coming out, he usually keeps in
touch. So when there was no word
You think he might be missing?
(shakes her head)
I hate that I made this call -- tell
me I'm being silly.
BUSTER. He nods as a WOMAN enters, carrying lunch. It's his
wife, VIRGINIA. She begins putting the food down on a table
for the both of them.
Just a little over-protective,
Tell you what -- nothing's been
reported out here --
(he puts Paul Sheldon's
name with a ? on a 3 x 5
-- but I'll put his name through
(he tacks the card to a
And if anything turns up, I'll call
you right away.
SINDELL. She smiles, a genuine sense of relief.
I appreciate that. Thanks a lot.
G'bye, Ms. Sindell.
As he hangs up --
We actually got a phone call. Busy
Work, work, work.
(gives her a hug)
Virginia? When was that blizzard?
Four or five days ago. Why?
BUSTER. The penny flies across the back of his hand. He
doesn't look at it, stares instead out the window at the
HOLD ON BUSTER for a moment.
I guess it was kind of a miracle...
you finding me...
ANNIE's soft, sweet laughter is heard. She stands over him,
finishing shaving him with a very sharp straight razor. She
wears what we will come to know as her regular costume --
plain wool skirts, grey cardigan sweaters.
No, it wasn't a miracle at all...
in a way, I was following you.
ANNIE concentrates on shaving him with great care; she has
wonderful, strong hands.
Well, it wasn't any secret to me that
you were staying at the Silver Creek,
seeing as how I'm your number-one fan
and all. Some nights I'd just tool on
down there, sit outside and look up at
the light in your cabin --
(gently moves his head back,
exposing his neck; this next
is said with total sincerity,
and I'd try to imagine what was going
on in the room of the world's greatest
Say that last part again, I didn't
Don't move now -- wouldn't want to hurt
this neck --
Well, the other afternoon I was on my
way home, and there you were, leaving
the Lodge, and I wondered why a literary
genius would go for a drive when there
was a big storm coming.
I didn't know it was going to be a big
Lucky for you, I did.
Lucky for me too. Because now you're
alive and you can write more books.
Oh, Paul, I've read everything of
yours, but the Misery novels...
ANNIE: CLOSE UP
I know them all by heart, Paul, all
eight of them. I love them so.
PAUL, looking at her. There's something terribly touching
about her now.
You're very kind...
And you're very brilliant, and you
must be a good man, or you could
never have created such a wondrous,
loving creature as Misery Chastain.
(runs her fingers over
Like a baby.
(starts to dab away the
last bits of soap)
ANNIE starts cleaning up.
When do you think the phone lines'll
be back up? I have to call my daughter,
and I should call New York and let my
agent know I'm breathing.
It shouldn't be too much longer.
Once the roads are open, the lines'll
be up in no time. If you give me their
numbers, I'll keep trying them for you.
Could I ask you a favor?
I noticed in your case there was a new
Paul Sheldon book and...
and I wondered if maybe...
(her voice trails off)
You want to read it?
If you wouldn't mind.
I have a hard and fast rule about who
can read my stuff at this early stage --
only my editor, my agent, and anyone
who saves me from freezing to death in
a car wreck.
You'll never realize what a rare treat
you've given me.
PAUL. His eyes close briefly, he grimaces.
ANNIE, watching him, concerned. She glances at her watch.
Boy, it's like clockwork, the way
your pain comes -- I'll get you your
Novril, Paul. Forgive me for
prattling away and making you feel
She turns and goes out of the room.
PAUL, watching her.
What's your new book called?
I don't have a title yet.
What's it about?
It's crazy, but I don't really know,
I mean I haven't written anything but
"Misery" for so long that -- you read
it you can tell me what you think it's
about. Maybe you can come up with a
(in the doorway)
Oh, like I could do that?
THE MANAGER'S OFFICE AT THE SILVER CREEK LODGE
Small, neat, one window -- outside, snow covers all.
BUSTER AND LIBBY, THE MANAGER, are going over books and
records. Libby is an old guy, walks with a cane.
Nothing unusual about Mr. Sheldon's
leaving, Buster -- you can tell by
Maybe you can, Libby.
No, see, he always ordered a bottle
of Dom Perignon when he was ready to
go. Then he'd pay up and be out the
No long-distance phone calls, Federal
Express packages -- anything at all
out of the ordinary?
I don't think Mr. Sheldon likes for
things to be out of the ordinary.
Considering who he is and all, famous
and all, he doesn't have airs. Drives
the same car out from New York each
time -- '65 Mustang -- said it helps
him think. He was always a good
guest, never made a noise, never
bothered a soul. Sure hope nothing
happened to him.
So do I...
I'll bet that old Mustang's pulling
into New York right now.
I'm sure you're right.
But you can tell he's not sure at all as we
A SPOON FILLED TO THE BRIM WITH BEEF BARLEY SOUP.
He lies in bed. Sun comes in the lone window. ANNIE sits on
the bed, a large bowl of soup in her hands, feeding him.
(almost shy about this)
I know I'm only forty pages into
your book, but...
She stops, fills the spoon up again.
No, what is it?
Oh, it's ridiculous, who am I to make
a criticism to someone like you?
I can take it, go ahead.
Well, it's brilliantly written, but
then everything you write is brilliant.
Pretty rough so far.
The swearing, Paul.
There, I said it.
The profanity bothers you?
It has no nobility.
Well, these are slum kids, I was a
slum kid, everybody talks like that.
ANNIE. She holds the soup bowl in one hand, the
muddy-colored beef barley soup close to spilling.
They do not. What do you think I say
when I go to the feed store in town?
"Now, Wally, give me a bag of that
effing pigfeed and ten pounds of that
bitchly cow-corn" --
PAUL is amused by this.
THE SOUP, almost spilling as she gets more agitated.
-- and in the bank do I tell Mrs.
Bollinger, "Here's one big bastard of
a check, give me some of your Christing
PAUL, almost laughing as some soup hits the coverlet.
(seeing the spill,
There! Look there! See what you made
PAUL -- his smile disappears.
ANNIE, and she is just totally embarrassed.
Oh, Paul, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
Sometimes I get so worked up. Can you
ever forgive me? Here...
She hands him his pills and starts to clean the soup off the
coverlet. Then she makes the sweetest smile.
I love you, Paul.
(more embarrassed than
Your mind. Your creativity --
that's all I meant.
Flustered, she turns away as we --
A ROAD IN THE MOUNTAINS. Piles of snow all around but it's
been ploughed enough so it's driveable.
A CAR coming into view. Up ahead is the sign we've already
seen: "Curved Road, Next 13 Miles."
INSIDE THE CAR.
BUSTER AND HIS WIFE VIRGINIA: Virginia is driving while
Buster intently studiesthe terrain. He reaches fora large
thermos, pours some coffee, offers it to her. She shakes her
head. He begins to sip it.
This sure is fun.
She puts her hand on his leg.
Virginia, when you're in this car,
you're not my wife, you're my
Well, this deputy would rather be
home under the covers with the
THE CAR. Suddenly, it goes into a little icy spin -- she
fights it back under control.
INSIDE THE CAR.
Stop -- stop right here.
What? What is it?
THE CAR, skidding, slowing, stopping. BOTH OF THEM get out,
go to the edge of the road. Mountains of snow. Nothing much
else visible. Then Buster points.
Look at that broken branch there...
VIRGINIA, seeing it, unconvinced.
Could be the weight of the snow.
Could be -- or a rotten branch or a
mountain lion could have landed on it.
Could be a lot of things.
He steps off the road, starts down.
VIRGINIA, watching him, worried -- it's very slippery.
BUSTER, graceful, in great shape, navigating down easily.
THE TREE that the car ran into. BUSTER reaches it, studies
VIRGINIA, staring out after him -- she can't see him because
the drop is both too steep and covered with trees and mounds
Anything down there?
BUSTER'S VOICE (o-s)
Yeah. An enormous amount of snow.
BUSTER. He's moved away from the tree now, going toward
where the Mustang is buried.
THE MOUND OF SNOW with the Mustang inside.
BUSTER, making his way closer to it, closer, staring around.
THE AREA. Nothing to be seen -- everything is covered with
mountains of snow. You could have a house down there and not
be able to see it. Just glaring white.
BUSTER, angry, frustrated, turning around and around and
BUSTER from another angle, from behind the mound with the
Mustang inside -- and out of his sight, glistening in the
sun, a bit of the door protrudes. But, of course, Buster
can't see it.
HOLD ON BUSTER, in a sour mood, staring around as the edge
of the door continues to glisten.
VIRGINIA, on the road as Buster makes his way back up, still
(they move to the car)
You really think Sheldon's out there?
Hope not -- if he is, he's dead. Let's
go to the newspaper office.
As they get in the car --
ANOTHER CAR DRIVING BY -- it's Annie in her Jeep -- neither
she nor Buster notice each other.
The door opens and ANNIE enters.
Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to
PULL BACK TO REVEAL
Paul's eyes fluttering awake to see the hardback copy of his
novel, Misery's Child, in Annie's hands. She's never been
more excited --
They had it at the store, Paul, there
was a whole batch of them there. As
soon as I saw it, I slammed my money
down. I got the first copy.
Then the roads are open...
The one to town is, but that's about it.
I called the hospital and talked to the
head orthopedic surgeon. I told him who
you were and what had happened. He said
as long as there's no infection, you're
not in any danger, and as soon as the
road to the hospital is open, they'll
send an ambulance for you.
The phones are working?
Well, mine's still out. But the ones in
town were working just fine. I called
that agent of yours.
Oh, Paul, I peeked at the very
(looks at him)
What a wonderful first page -- just to
read the name Misery Chastain...
My daughter must be going nuts.
...it's like a visit from my oldest,
I was supposed to be home for her
birthday three days ago.
Your agent said she would tell her you
were okay. But I'm afraid you'll have to
wait until tomorrow if you want to speak
to her yourself.
She starts to leave, stops at the door.
(She looks at him now
with almost a look of
Oh, Paul, what a poet you are...
As she leaves --
PAUL, watching as she enters, moves to him, carrying a tray.
I made you my speciality -- scrambled
eggs a la Wilkes. And I'm on page 75.
I guess that means it's okay.
No. No, it isn't, it's --
-- oh pooh, I can't think of any words.
Would "great" be insulting?
I can live with "great."
He starts, with effort, to eat.
(as she turns, goes)
No, it's not just great, it's perfect,
a perfect, perfect thing.
PAUL'S ROOM. MID-AFTERNOON.
ANNIE is clearing Paul's tray. She hands him his Novril; he
quickly swallows them.
I'm up to page 185. I always get sad
when I pass the halfway point. Will
you do me a favor? I'd love it if you
would autograph my copy. I already
have your autograph on a picture, but
it would mean so much to me to get it
in person. I know you're right-handed,
so don't worry if it's not so legible.
I'll cherish it anyway.
As PAUL signs the book:
I don't mean to pry, but I've read in
two magazines now where you were seeing
this model who does those disgusting
jeans commercials. And I said it can't
be true. Paul Sheldon would never waste
his time with a trampy woman like that.
Well, you can't believe everything you
read in magazines.
I knew it. I knew it wasn't true. Boy,
how do they get away with printing
stuff like that?
You'd be amazed at what some people
He finishes the autograph, hands the book back to her.
Thank you so much.
THE WINDOW. LATE - AFTERNOON SUNLIGHT.
THE DOOR. IT opens and guess what -- a sow lumbers in.
PAUL, kind of stunned as this female pig skitters its way
around the room, excited, confused, slipping and sliding.
ANNIE, all smiles and happiness, laughing in the doorway.
I thought it was time you two should
meet. Paul, say hello to my favorite
beast in all the world, my sow, Misery.
THE PIG, snorting around the room.
PAUL AND ANNIE, watching it.
Yes. I told you I was your number-one
I'm getting to believe you.
This farm was getting kind of dreary,
what with just the few cows and chickens
and me --
But when I got Misery here, everything
changed -- she just makes me smile so.
She's a fine...uh...pig is what she is...
(scooping up the pig,
holding it tight as she
stands by Paul)
I'm on page three-hundred now, Paul, and
it's better than perfect -- it's divine.
What's the ceiling that dago painted?
The Sistine Chapel?
Yeah, that and Misery's Child -- those
are the only two divine things ever in
PAUL watches as the pig skitters out of the room with ANNIE
in pursuit, happily imitating the pig.
Woink! Whoink! Whuh-Whuh-WHOINK!
PAUL staring after them -- what the hell was that?
THE WINDOW. DUSK.
ANNIE'S VOICE is heard softly.
When my husband left me... I wasn't
prepared, it wasn't an easy time...
PULL BACK TO REVEAL
ANNIE, standing at the window, her back to the room.
In bed, PAUL is dealing with a bedpan, peeing.
For a while I thought I might go
I know how that can be.
I don't know about you, but what I did
to get through it was I dove into work --
days, nights -- night shifts can be
lonely at a hospital. I did a lot of
reading. That was hen I first discovered
Misery. She made me so happy. She made
me forget all my problems.
(She smiles now)
'Course, I suppose you had a little
something to do with that too.
There is a peeing sound.
He is embarrassed.
I just kept reading them over and over.
I know when I finish this one -- and
I've only got two chapters to go -- I'll
just turn right to the front page and
start reading it again.
(She turns around,
moves to the bed)
As she takes the bedpan...
Don't get me wrong. I'm not against
marriage per se. But it would take a
pretty special guy to make me want to
go down the aisle again.
Well, it's not something you should
enter into lightly.
It boils down to respect. People just
don't respect the institution of
marriage anymore. They have no sense
of real commitment.
PAUL, attempting to smile. There is not much he can say to
I'd love to stay here and chat, but
I'm right at the end and I gotta find
out what happens.
Well, I hope you like it.
Of course I'll like it. Misery's about
to have her child. What's it gonna be,
a boy or a girl? Ooh, don't tell me.
With that, she exits.
THE WINDOW. MOONLIGHT.
PAUL. He's been dozing but now his eyes flutter awake as we
THE DOOR. It opens and ANNIE enters, comes to his bedside.
PAUL. Hard to see. He squints up as we
ANNIE. CLOSE UP: her face is ashen pale.
You...you dirty bird. She can't be
dead. Misery Chastain cannot be dead!
How could you?
Annie, in 1871, women often died in
childbirth, but her spirit is the
important thing, and Misery's spirit
is still alive --
I DON'T WANT HER SPIRIT! I want HER!
And you MURDERED her!
Then who did?
No one -- she just died -- she slipped
away, that's all.
She slipped away? She slipped away? She
didn't just slip away. You did it. You
did it. You did it. You did it. You
murdered my Misery.
And now she has lifted a chair -- it's heavy but she's very
strong -- and she raises it and turns on Paul, and it's high
above her head, and PAUL realizes that this might be it, she
might shatter him with it, crunch his skull -- and that's
just what she seems she's about to do -- and then she swings
it, not against him but against the wall, and it shatters
and she's panting from the effort as she turns on him again,
her voice surprisingly soft.
I thought you were good, Paul, but
you're not good, you're just another
lying old dirty birdie and I don't
think I better be around you for
(she crosses to the
door, then stops)
And don't even think about anybody
coming for you, not the doctors, not
your agent, not your family -- because
I never called them. Nobody knows
you're here. And you better hope
nothing happens to me because if I die,
PAUL, watching as she closes the door behind her. Then there
is a RATTLE OF A KEY and the sound of the door to his room
ANNIE, getting in her Cherokee and gunning away.
PAUL lies still. He looks around the room and listens for
sounds. All he hears are the SOUNDS OF A WINTER NIGHT in the
mountains. After a few beats, he takes a deep breath and
then begins his greatest effort of all: to force his body
out of bed, to make it move.
He's still weak from what he's endured, but that's not the
main thing: it's the pain. Any attempt at movement and his
legs scream. He sags back, lies there still a moment. Slowly
he tries to maneuver his body off the bed. He rolls over
onto his stomach, then tries to lower himself onto the floor
by moving down head first. His good arm hits the floor, and
he is able to hold himself up but, realizing there is no way
to get out of bed without causing tremendous pain, he girds
himself and flings himself out of bed and comes crashing to
The pain is excruciating. After he regains his composure, he
slowly crawls toward the door.
He reaches up and tries the handle. It is, in fact, locked.
He awkwardly tries to slam up against the door, but it is
much too painful and to no avail. He crawls back over to the
bed, realizes there's no way to climb back in, then grabs
the blanket from the bed, wraps it around himself, and
closes his eyes.
BUSTER'S OFFICE. DAY.
He sits alone at his desk on the telephone, staring at the
Rocky Mountain Gazette spread in front of him.
THE NEWSPAPER'S FRONT PAGE.
In a prominent spot on the top is what is most likely a
book-jacket photo of Paul. Above the picture is the
following: "HAVE YOU SEEN PAUL SHELDON?"
BUSTER is on the phone with Marcia Sindell.
No, Ms. Sindell, there's no point in
coming up here now. Everything that
can be done is... Yes, we're working
closely with the state police, and
the FBI has been informed. Right...
Right... As soon as we know anything
we'll let you know. No, it's no
bother. Call anytime. Bye, Ms. Sindell.
VIRGINIA enters, carrying some files.
Here's the list of all Sheldon's
credit charges. Nothing after the
(With a glance at his
dour face, she
indicates the photo)
Just from his agent.
BUSTER. His eyes flick up to her. An almost imperceptible
shake of the head.
HOLD FOR A MOMENT, then --
FACES. They are distorted, and they come into view but
briefly, then change into the next distorted face. All kinds
-- there is no order to them -- young, Oriental, female,
male, pretty, sad, black, not so pretty, happy, white, old
-- what we HEAR is this:
"...You've changed my life..."
"...I'm your number one fan..."
"...I'm a really big fan of yours..."
"...I'm your biggest fan..."
"...Don't ever stop writing those Misery books..."
"...I've read all your books, but the Miserys... well..."
"...I'm your numbe rone fan..."
"...You've given me such pleasure..."
"...I feel like you're writing just for me..."
AND NOW, IT GETS KICKED UP IN SPEED AND ALL GOES FASTER,
MANY TIMES OVERLAPPING.
"...I love you...I'm your number one fan...I'm your
fan...We love you...number one...love
you...number one...number one... you poor dear thing..."
This last was said by Annie, out of focus, and for a moment,
she stays that way --
THE ROOM, AS IT SNAPS BACK INTO FOCUS -- ANNIE is standing
by the bed. It is dusk.
She wears a dark blue dress and a hat with a sprig of
flowers. Her eyes are bright and vivacious -- the fact is,
this is the prettiest ANNIE WILKES has ever looked.
What are you doing on the floor?
(crossing to the bed)
It's my fault. If I'd had a
proper hospital bed, this never
would have happened. Here, let me
help you back in.
(She lifts him back
into the bed, which
I know this hurts, but it'll only
take a few seconds. There you go.
You're such a kidder. I have a big
surprise for you. But first there's
something you must do.
I don't suppose I could have a
little snack while I wait for the
I'll get you everything you want,
but you must listen first. Sometimes
my thinking is a little muddy, I
accept that. It's why I couldn't
remember all those things they were
asking me on the witness stand in
Now she turns, goes to the doorway, keeping on talking. She
is never out of sight.
But this time I thought clearly. I
asked God about you and God said "I
delivered him unto you so that you
may show him the way."
Show me the way?
She exits and re-enters wheeling something toward his bed.
It's a charcoal barbecue, the kind you use in summer for
cooking hamburgers. She holds several items in her arms: a
box of Diamond Blue Tip wooden matches, a can of lighter
fluid. And most noticeably, Paul's manuscript.
ANNIE AND PAUL. He watches, mute, as she takes off the
grill, puts the manuscript into the barbecue itself where
the charcoal goes, spritzes it with lighter fluid. The grill
is close enough to the bed for him to reach out and drop a
When I mentioned a snack, I was
thinking more along the lines of a
cheese and crackers kind of thing.
ANNIE, looking at him.
Paul, this is no time for jokes. You
must rid the world of this filth.
She hands him the box of kitchen matches.
You want me to burn my book?
You want me to burn my book?
I know this may be difficult for
you, but it's for the best.
This isn't difficult, my agent's
made dozens of copies. There's gonna
be an auction on this, and every
publishing house in New York is
reading it now. So if you want me to
burn it, fine. You're not ridding the
world of anything.
ANNIE, watching him.
Then light the match, Paul.
No big deal.
So you've indicated. Do it.
THE MATCHES. PAUL'S HANDS are starting to tremble now. He
can't do it.
I know this is the only copy, Paul.
When you were twenty-four you wrote
your first book and you didn't make
a copy, because you didn't think
anybody would take it seriously.
But they did. And ever since you've
never made any copies because you're
superstitious -- it's why you always
come back to the Silver Creek Lodge.
You told that story to Merv Griffin
eleven years ago.
You know, Annie, this book never
would have survived without you.
When it gets to new York, there will
be a big auction, and whatever it
brings we can split.
God knows you're entitled to it.
Oh, Paul. This isn't about money.
It's about decency and purity. It's
about God's values.
You're right. You're right. I don't
know what I was thinking. I'll tell
you what. It doesn't have to be
published. Nobody ever has to see it.
I'll just keep it for myself. No one
will ever have to know it exists.
As long as it does exist, your mind
won't ever be free. I think you
should light the match, Paul.
There is a long silence. PAUL doesn't move.
Can't you see it's what God wants?
She's holding the can of lighter fluid in her hand as she
speaks and absentmindedly flicks a few drops of the fluid on
You're so brilliant. I would think
you'd certainly be able to see that.
(More drops fall on
We're put on this earth to help
people, Paul. Like I'm trying to help
PAUL watches as the fluid continues to drop on the bed.
Please let me help you.
PAUL. His hands shaking. Almost robot-like, he strikes one.
You're doing the right thing, Paul.
THE BARBECUE, as Paul's hand appears, drops the match on the
fluid-soaked manuscript. For a moment -- nothing --
-- and then, KABOOM, the goddam thing practically explodes
PAUL, staring, dazed, and as the flames leap higher,
ANNIE, suddenly scared and startled at the heat and the size
of the flames and the full baking heat and
THE BARBECUE. The sound is LOUDER as the flames leap up and
now charred bits of paper begin floating upward and
ANNIE, watching, as more bits of paper rise.
Goodness -- Goodness -- Oh, my
And she starts trying to catch them.
A PIECE OF BURNING PAPER in midair, floating against the
gauzy curtain, and for a moment it looks like the curtain
will catch fire and
ANNIE, panicked, racing out of the room, going "Goodness,
heavens to Betsy" --
THE BARBECUE, and what's left of the book.
PAUL, and he cannot take his eyes off the disaster.
ANNIE, hurrying back in, carrying a big bucket, slopping
water as she lifts the bucket.
THE LAST of the manuscript as the bucket of water is tossed
onto it -- there's hissing and steam and as the steam clears
it all looks now like a log in a brackish pond.
Well, isn't that an oogy mess?
As she starts to wheel the barbecue out, suddenly there is a
new and different sound as we
PAUL, head turning toward the window.
ANNIE taking a step toward the window, stopping for a
moment. The sound we're hearing is a motor. A HELICOPTER
MOTOR. And it's getting louder. Annie goes to the window
now, looks toward the sky as we
A HELICOPTER flying along.
INSIDE THE HELICOPTER.
BUSTER and a PILOT are in the machine. Buster has a pair of
binoculars looped around his neck, a map rumpled in his lap.
That's the Steadman place up there.
(The pilot nods.
Buster points again)
The only other place up here is the
Another nod. The PILOT points down. BUSTER stares through
WHAT HE SEES: ANNIE'S JEEP parked in front of her house.
INSIDE THE HELICOPTER.
That's no '65 Mustang. There's
nothing else out this way --
circle on back.
As the pilot starts to change direction
ANNIE at the window, watching, as the helicopter turns,
PAUL, listening as the MOTOR sound recedes.
ANNIE, staring out the window.
I do believe the winters are getting
shorter and shorter every year.
People say it has something to do
with the ozone layer. What do you
I don't know.
Yeah, well, it's a theory. Here's
(she wheels the
barbecue to the
How does tuna casserole sound for
She exits. PAUL takes the two Novril, stares at them, then
deliberately tucks them under his mattress.
PAUL'S ROOM. NIGHT.
As PAUL is finishing the last of his tuna casserole. There
are two Novrils on his tray. We hear strains of TV GAME SHOW
THEME MUSIC. These sounds are not surprising. Paul has heard
ANNIE'S ROOM. NIGHT.
It is much smaller than Paul's and filled with religious
bric-a-brac, pictures of Paul Sheldon, and a TV on a
portable stand. Annie lies in bed, with an open bag of
Cheetos resting on her stomach and a big quart-sized plastic
bottle of Coke on the nightstand. As she munches away, she
is heavily engrossed in her favorite TV show, "The Love
Connection." As Chuck Woolery extracts the embarrassing
details of a couple's romantic interlude, we
Paul faintly hearing the sounds of the TV. He has now
finished eating. He takes the two Novril from under the
mattress. He then undoes the sheet, takes his fork and
delicately pokes a hole in the mattress, then stuffs all
four pills back into the hole.
Coming up to dawn.
PAUL'S DOOR slowly opening.
PAUL, staring at the door.
WHEELS, seen from underneath the bed, being rolled around
the foot of the bed. We realize PAUL is in a wheelchair with
ANNIE pushing him.
See, isn't this nice?
Great. I've always wanted to visit
the other side of the room.
And look what I've got for you. An
electric razor so you can shave
If I knew this was gonna be the
surprise, you could've gotten me to
burn all my books.
(She hands him some
Now don't josh. This is a very big
day for you, Paul. Here. You just sit
tight, and I'll set everything up.
PAUL, quickly shoving the Novril into the mattress.
Set what up?
That's the big surprise. Your new
studio -- after all, writers do need
a place to work.
Work? You mean write? What in the world
do you think I'd write?
Oh, but Paul!
I don't think, I know! Now that you've
gotten rid of that nasty manuscript,
you can go back to doing what you're
great at --
-- you're going to write a new novel --
your greatest achievement ever --
(after a beat)
I know you didn't mean it when you
killed her, and now you'll make it
ANNIE: CLOSE UP. In an almost religious fervor.
Yes. It will be a book in my honor.
For saving your life and nursing you
back to health. I'll be the first
one to read it.
Oh, Paul, you're going to make me
the envy of the whole world...
You just expect me to whip something
off, that it?
I expect nothing less than your
You do understand that this isn't the
ordinary way books get written -- I
mean, some people might actually
consider this an oddball situation.
She rolls him over to a table she has set up by the window.
I have total confidence in your
brilliance -- besides, the view will
THE WINDOW, as the wheelchair approaches it.
The sky is innocent of clouds. There's a green forest
climbing the flank of the nearest mountain. A plot of open
ground between the house and the mountain. A neat red barn
where the livestock stay. A Jeep Cherokee, maybe five years
old. A Fisher plow. And no neighbors in sight. This is a
You just inhale that. I'll be right
PAUL, staring out the window.
I guess you don't get bothered by
Don't worry about that. You'll have
total solitude so you can
concentrate on your work.
ANNIE in the doorway, carrying reams of typing paper,
pencils, pens and sharpener.
PAUL, watching her -- it's all kind of amazing. She hands
him a box of typing paper.
I got you this expensive paper to
PAUL, looking at the paper. It's Corrasable Bond. An idea
hits him; he masks it as best he can.
(putting the rest
of the paper on the
And I got a great deal on this
fifty-pound clunker -- on account
of it's missing an "n." I told the
saleslady "n" was one of the
letters in my favorite writer's
It's two of the letters in my
favorite nurse's name, Annie.
You -- fooler...!
(turns, grabs up pens,
Did I do good?
(gesturing to the
box of paper)
You did great, except there's just
one little thing -- I can't work
with this paper. It's Corrasable
Bond, it smudges. Maybe you could
go back into town and bring me some
white, long-grained mimeo.
But mine cost the most so I don't
see how it could smudge.
(quickly taking a
sheet of paper, making
a pencil mark on it)
C'mere, I'll show you.
As she approaches, he rubs his thumb over the pencil mark.
(looking at it)
Well, it does smudge after all --
isn't that fascinating?
I thought you'd be interested. I'd
like you to be in on everything,
Annie. Not just the finished book,
but how it's written.
Thank you for thinking of me.
(She can be so
charming when she
Anything else I can get while I'm
in town? Any other crucial
requirements that need satisfying?
Would you like a tiny tape recorder?
Or maybe a handmade set of writing
No, just the paper will be fine.
(suddenly very agitated)
Are you sure? 'Cause if you want,
I'll bring back the whole store
Annie, what's the matter?
What's the matter? I'll tell you
what's the matter. I go out of my way
for you. I do everything to try and
make you happy. I feed you, I clean
you, I dress you. And what thanks do
I get? "You bought the wrong paper,
Annie. I can't write on this paper,
Annie." Well, I'll get your stupid
paper, but you just better start
showing me a little more appreciation
around here, Mister Man.
With that, she throws the ream of paper in PAUL'S LAP,
causing considerable pain.
THE DOOR as she slams it shut, locks it, stomps off and
THE WINDOW. Annie, in a parka, can be seen storming out in
the direction where her Cherokee was parked. She gets in and
PAUL. He heaves a sigh, reaches out toward his tortured
knees, then drops his head. He sees something.
A BOBBY PIN on the floor.
PAUL, as he moves toward the bobby pin. Or tries to. It's
brutally hard for him. The chair moves half a foot. Stops.
Paul strains again. Another half foot. Another.
The BOBBY PIN. The wheelchair is beside it now. PAUL reaches
down for it. Can't make it. Tries again. Can't. He takes a
deep breath, forces himself to bend, ignoring the pain. The
bobby pin is in his hands.
PAUL, inserting the bobby pin into the keyhole, beginning to
jimmy the lock.
THE LOCK -- it makes a SOUND -- something has caught.
PAUL, excited, trying to force the bobby pin and he's doing
-until it slips from his hands, falls to the floor again.
THE BOBBY PIN. Paul reaches for it. The pain has him. He
reaches again, involuntarily cries out. But he grabs it,
clutches it tight.
THE KEYHOLE. Paul is trying to jimmy the lock a second time.
PAUL. In wild frustration.
You've written how to do this --
now do it!
THE KEYHOLE. There is a loud CLICKING sound.
THE DOOR as Paul turns the knob. The door opens a crack.
What do you know, it actually works.
PAUL, trying to get out of the room -- but it's a bitch
because in order to get to the lock he had to move the
wheelchair up to the door and in order to get out, he's got
to maneuver it out of the way of the door and every turn of
the chair's wheels is an effort for him. He works at it and
works at it, but his energy is failing him. He's pale,
perspiring. Finally he succeeds, barely forces his way into
PAUL, in the hallway outside. He looks around for a phone.
Doesn't see one. He wheels himself over to the front door,
tries it. It's locked from the outside.
What a surprise.
He looks off into the living room, and...
PAUL, wheeling into the living room. Dark red predominates.
It's a musty room. Over the mantel, a photograph of a
six-year-old ANNIE, with her mother and father in front of
the family car -- a new 1952 Buick. These were happier
The windows have bars on them.
As PAUL begins to wheel as fast as he can toward the phone
THE PHONE as PAUL at last grabs for it, gets it, punches the
"operator" button --
He shakes the phone. It's terribly light. He picks it up,
turns it over -- it's hollow, just a shell of a telephone.
He stares at it for a long moment, shaking his head, the
You crazy bitch...
He puts the phone back on the table.
THE GENERAL STORE. DAY.
Annie exits the store, carrying new paper, hops into her
Cherokee and drives off.
THE STUDY, as PAUL enters. He looks around.
It's stuffed with heavy, graceless furniture as well as lots
of coffee tables covered with knickknacks. As he, with
effort, wheels across it --
A shelf of BOOKS. PAUL SHELDON books. EVERY Paul Sheldon
PAUL, pausing, looking at her collection. The only book on
the shelf that isn't his is a large scrapbook. The title on
the back reads "My Life."
He glances back at the shelf as he forces his wheelchair
across the study, and we
A SMALL TABLE with little ceramic doodads on top. The
wheelchair his it, one of the doodads topples -- it's a
penguin, fragile looking, and as it's about to fall to the
floor and shatter --
PAUL, grabbing for it, catching it, putting it back where it
was. He continues his slow way across the room and
Out in the hallway, on his way toward the kitchen, PAUL
notices a door to his right. He wheels over and surprisingly
it opens. However, this is not a door to the outside of the
house, only a storage pantry. He looks around -- nothing but
canned goods, potato chips, cereals and large plastic Coke
containers, etc. Just as he is about to close the door, he
notices an open cardboard box. He opens the flap and sees
all kinds of prescription drugs. Among them are a couple of
strips of Novril encapsulated in blisters. He grabs them and
stuffs them into his sweatpants. Now he closes the pantry
door and heads to the kitchen.
As PAUL approaches it. He starts to wheel his way in, but he
He backs up slightly, wheels forward again --
-- but the door is too narrow for the chair to fit through.
He pounds his fists on the chair arm, staring as we
THE BACK DOOR. It's at the far end of the kitchen leading to
the outside. It seems somehow less formidable than the front
door did. The windows around the kitchen are barred.
PAUL, staring at the kitchen door --
-- then without warning, he makes his move, starting to
lower himself out of the chair gently to the floor --
-- only it doesn't work that way. It's too awkward, he
doesn't have the strength to maneuver properly --
-- and his body tilts awkwardly out of the chair, slams hard
against the hard floor.
PAUL, crying out in pain as he lands. He lies there for a
moment. Little droplets of sweat are on his forehead now. He
He closes his eyes, gathering strength --
-- and then slowly, very slowly, inch by inch, he moves his
body across the floor toward the kitchen door.
THE KITCHEN DOOR. It's still a long way away.
PAUL, ignoring his pain, his awkwardness, making his body
THE KITCHEN DOOR. Closer now.
PAUL, growing pale, but he won't stop, and now the door is
just ahead of him, and with his good arm he reaches out and
up and grabs the doorknob --
THE KITCHEN DOOR. Locked solid.
PAUL: CLOSE UP. The disappointment and anger is plain on his
face. His arm drops. He lies still for a moment, panting
from his effort. Then --
PAUL, and his eyes are wide for a moment. You can feel his
wild excitement, as we
PULL BACK TO REVEAL
Sitting on the counter: A SET OF CARVING KNIVES sticking out
of a slotted wooden block.
They seem to be out of reach, but that doesn't stop him. He
starts to crawl over to the counter.
ANNIE is driving along in her Cherokee. She is heading home.
Now at the counter, PAUL tries to pull himself up with his
one good arm, but even though he is able to chin himself up
to the top of the counter, he is still unable to reach the
knives. He makes a desperate attempt which sends him
crashing to the floor.
As he starts to force his way up again -- from outside there
comes a sound -- the motor of a car.
ANNIE, driving up to the house.
PAUL, throwing himself back to the floor, starting a wild
crawl back across the kitchen toward the wheelchair and
ANNIE, getting out of her Jeep and
PAUL, crawling, crawling and
ANNIE, walking around to the back of the Jeep and
PAUL, scrambling wildly up into his wheelchair, starting to
get it turned and
ANNIE, opening the back of the Jeep and lifting out several
rectangular boxes of paper and
PAUL, straightened out now, forcing the wheelchair to move,
and now we're into a race, a crazed life-and-death race and
the cuts go fast --
-- and ANNIE closes the door of the car --
-- and PAUL is suddenly stuck, there's no traction on the
-- now ANNIE, purchases in hand, starts away from the car
for the house --
-- and now PAUL is finally moving toward the bedroom.
-- and ANNIE is moving swiftly toward the front door.
-- She drops one of the packages of paper.
PAUL, still biting down, churning his arms with all the
strength he has left. PAUL'S ARMS, aching, start to turn to
ANNIE'S FEET, walking quickly across the snow-covered area
in front of the house and
THE BEDROOM DOOR as Paul gets through it, shuts it, and
attacks the bedroom lock with the bobby pin and
ANNIE, unlocking the front door of the house and
THE BEDROOM DOOR, as it locks and
THE FRONT DOOR, unlocking and
ANNIE balancing the bundles under her chin as she jiggles
the key out of the front door lock and
(her voice from the
hallway, close and
Paul, I've got your paper.
PAUL. He wheels to exactly where he was when she left him.
He at last allows himself a sigh of relief.
THE DOOR as the sound of a lock CLICKING is heard.
Just the kind you asked for.
And as the door opens --
PAUL -- looking down. Paul's waistband -- a half a dozen
strips of Novril ominously stick out.
As the door swings open, he quickly covers the Novril with
ANNIE, in the doorway, a strange look on her face.
Paul, you're dripping with
perspiration, your color is very
hectic -- what have you been
You know goddam well what I've been
doing -- I'VE BEEN SITTING HERE
SUFFERING. I need my pills.
(tenderly, as she
starts toward him)
Poor dear...Let's get you back in
bed and I'll get them for you.
(exploding -- a real
I want my pills NOW!
It'll only take a second.
I want my pain to go 'way, Annie --
make it go 'way, please Annie --
(She looks at him --
you can't tell if
she's buying it or not)
ANNIE. She stares a moment more, then turns, starts for the
It just breaks my heart to see you
PAUL watching, and the instant she is out the door in the
hallway, he stuffs the Novril into his pants.
(o-s, coming closer)
I've done a lot of thinking on the
ANNIE, entering the room, the Novril in her hand. She is
...and I'm absolutely convinced that
the main reason I've never been more
popular is because of my temper. You
must be so mad at me. The truth now.
She hands him the pills. And rolls him over to the bed.
Well, I don't hold grudges. After
all, who doesn't let off a little
steam once in a while.
PAUL putting the pills in his mouth, as she picks him up
from the chair and puts him gently down in bed.
My genius needs his rest before he
She hands him a pad and pencil.
Here, in case you think of any ideas.
Yeah, well I wouldn't expect too much.
Don't be silly. You'll be brilliant.
Think of me as your inspiration.
THE DOORWAY, as ANNIE starts to it.
I have faith in you...
On that she turns -- for the first time, a coquettish look
comes to her face.
Catch this --
(she throws him a
kiss -- it's grotesque)
PAUL, summoning up all his courage, as he mimes catching it
and forces a smile on. She waves, closes the door.
HOLD ON PAUL. The smile dies. He reaches in and pulls the
two Novril capsules out of his mouth. Now --
THE SOUND OF A HELICOPTER.
INSIDE THE HELICOPTER.
BUSTER AND PILOT flying along. Buster is all bundled up as
he stares out, using the binoculars...
SOMETHING SHINY reflecting the sun.
HOLD AS IT ALMOST BLINDS US -- we're looking at the part of
Paul's Mustang that was revealed by the snow when Buster
almost found the car.
Walter, we could be skipping lunch
Paul's car being hoisted by chains from the ground and, as
it starts to rise up into the afternoon air...
PULL BACK TO REVEAL
THE AREA BY THE CAR -- BUSTER is there and a bunch of STATE
POLICEMEN and various MEDIA PEOPLE are there -- Buster
stands with the STATE POLICE CHIEF watching as the car is
hoisted via derrick; the sound of the powerful MOTOR lifting
the car is enormous and as the car keeps rising higher and
higher and PEOPLE take pictures and stare and
THE STATE POLICE CHIEF is addressing maybe a dozen
REPORTERS. It's very cold. BUSTER stands slightly away from
STATE POLICE CHIEF
The presumption must now be that Paul
Sheldon is dead. We know he somehow
crawled out of his car. But we have
been unable to locate his body in the
vicinity of the crash. We also know
if anyone had found him, they would
have taken him to an area hospital.
His body is undoubtedly out there
buried somewhere in the snow. We'll
find him after the first thaw --
unless the animals have gotten to
I'll take questions.
After the first sentence, a very cold and very unhappy
BUSTER leaves the gathering.
PAUL'S CAR as Buster studies it, especially the area by the
driver's side where there are still dents visible from
VIRGINIA moves to him now. They exchange a glance, start
walking together toward their car.
THE CHIEF, surrounded -- people are asking questions,
raising hands for attention, and as he answers them --
BUSTER AND VIRGINIA, close together, walking toward their
You don't think he's dead, do you?
He might well be. But not the way
they say. He didn't crawl out of that
car by himself. You saw those dents
on the door -- someone pulled him out.
It was an old car -- those dents
could have been there forever.
There's two kinds of people that
drive around in old cars: the ones
that can't afford new ones, and the
ones who wouldn't give 'em up for
anything in the world. That second
bunch don't drive around with twenty-
As they drive off...
PAUL'S ROOM. NIGHT.
PAUL lies in bed listening to the strains of "The Love
Connection," coming from upstairs. As Chuck Woolery drones
on, Paul is intently involved in folding a piece of paper
from his pad. He is making a container of some sort. He
finishes, then reaches down and grabs the Novril capsules
that he has been stashing in the mattress.
Carefully, he opens one and pours it into the palm of his
hand. First he smells it -- no odor -- then he takes a tiny
bit on a finger and tastes it -- no taste. Then, he takes
his paper container and empties the contents of all the
pills into it, then places it under the mattress.
Now, what to do with the empty capsules. He thinks for a
second, then -- what the hell -- he swallows them. He then
places the packet back in the mattress.
THE TYPEWRITER. DAY.
The window is visible behind it. From this angle, it almost
seems to be staring at PAUL, broken "n" and all. PAUL tests
his wounded arm. He's able to raise it a few inches, but
OUTSIDE THE WINDOW.
ANNIE is visible heading for the barn, followed by MISERY,
the pig. For a moment, she stops, turns to look back.
Don't be nervous --
-- just remember, I'll treasure
whatever you do.
Now, as she turns again, moves quickly away --
PAUL. He rolls in a piece of paper, types briefly.
WHAT HE'S WRITTEN, AND IT'S THIS:
"Misery's Retur ."
by Paul Sheldo
for A ie Wilkes.
PAUL, studying the paper. He takes it out, starts to roll in
a new sheet.
THE MACHINE as the new sheet is rolled in.
PAUL, staring at the blank page. He takes a deep breath,
glances outside, then back to the paper.
THE BLANK PAGE.
PAUL, and now there's a brief light behind his eyes and
suddenly he types a burst, stares at what he's written.
THE PAPER and these words: "fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck."
PAUL. He closes his eyes briefly, mutters something, kind of
nods, opens his eyes, grabs for another piece of paper,
rolls it in and starts mechanically to type.
A NEW PIECE OF PAPER with the words "Chapter Two" and a half
paragraph of writing as we
PULL BACK TO REVEAL
PAUL WORKING in his room. ANNIE enters, the first pages of
manuscript in her hands. It's dusk.
I'm sorry, Paul. This is all wrong,
you'll have to do it over again.
What? What happened to "I'll treasure
whatever you do?"
Paul, it's not worthy of you. Throw
it all out except for the part of
naming that gravedigger after me.
You can leave that in.
I really value your criticism, but
maybe you're being a little hasty
Paul, what you've written just isn't
-- not fair?
That's right -- when I was growing up
in Bakersfield, my favorite thing in
all the world was to go to the movies
on Saturday afternoons for the chapter
(it just comes out)
-- cliff-hangers --
I know that, Mister Man -- they also
call them serials. I'm not stupid,
(and she's a child again)
Anyway, my favorite was Rocket Man,
and once it was a no-brakes chapter,
the bad guys stuck him in a car on a
mountain road and knocked him out and
welded the doors shut and tore out the
brakes and started him to his death
and he woke up and tried to steer and
tried to get out, but the car went off
a cliff before he could escape and it
crashed and burned and -- I was so
upset and excited and the next week
you better believe I was first in line
and they always start with the end of
the last week and there was Rocket Man
trying to get out, and here came the
cliff and JUST BEFORE the car went off
he jumped free and all the kids
(standing up now)
-- but I didn't cheer, I stood right
up and started shouting, "This isn't
what happened last week -- have you
all got amnesia? -- THEY JUST CHEATED
US -- THIS WASN'T FAIR --"
ANNIE: CLOSE UP. Still in her childhood reverie. Shouting:
"HE DIDN'T GET OUT OF THE COCKADOODIE
They always cheated like that in
-- chapter plays.
But not you. Not with my Misery.
Remember, Ian did ride for Dr. Cleary
at the end of the last book, but his
horse fell jumping that fence and Ian
broke his shoulder and his ribs and
lay there all night in the ditch so he
never reached the doctor, so there
couldn't have been any "experimental
blood transfusion" that saved her life.
Misery was buried in the ground at the
end, Paul, so you'll have to start
As she goes --
Look at this, I've got Lizzie Borden
for an editor, here.
PAUL slumps, staring barefully at the typewriter.
OUTSIDE THE FARMHOUSE. NIGHT.
OUTSIDE THE FARMHOUSE. NEXT MORNING.
PAUL'S ROOM. DAY.
PAUL is at the table. He takes the Novril off his breakfast
tray, wheels over to the bed, and stuffs them into the
mattress. He hears FOOTSTEPS coming down the hall. He
smoothly wheels back to the table. A pause.
ANNIE enters to remove the tray.
What's the matter, Paul? You haven't
written a word.
I can't write this anymore.
Don't be silly. Of course you can.
I'm telling you, I can't.
You can -- you have the "gotta" --
The "gotta." Remember, you talked
about it in Playboy magazine. You
said there's a million things you
can't do in this world; you can't
his a curve ball, you can't fix a
leaky faucet or make a marriage
work -- but there's one thing you
always have, and that's the power
of the "gotta."
I said that?
You said you can make it so they
gotta turn the page. You know, "I
'gotta' know will she live," "I
'gotta' know will he catch the
killer." "I gotta see how this
chapter ends." You said it. I don't
usually buy that magazine. I only
got it, 'cause they were
PAUL: CLOSE UP. Blinking.
What about a bee...?
THE KEYBOARD as the piece of paper slides in and the keys
start to move. Annie stands there for a moment, then quietly
backs out of the room.
THE WINDOW. It's late afternoon.
PULL BACK TO REVEAL
PAUL in the wheelchair watching as ANNIE finishes reading.
Well, is it fair? Should I keep
You better. Oh, Paul, when Ian
realized that the reason they'd
buried Misery alive was because
the bee sting had put her in that
temporary coma --
ANNIE, in a fervor.
-- and when Gravedigger Wilkes
remembered how thirty years earlier,
the same thing had happened to Lady
-- and then old Dr. Cleary deduced
that Misery must be Lady Evelyn-
Hyde's long-lost daughter because of
the rarity of deadly bee-stings --
my heart just leapt.
PAUL, watching her. It's as if he had nothing to do with
anything she's read as she goes on.
I've known from the very first book
that Misery had to be born of
nobility and I was right!
(mumbling to himself)
THE TWO OF THEM; she touches the pages as if they were gold,
rubbing gently with the tips of her fingers.
Oh, Paul, can I read each chapter
when you finish? I can fill in the
(Paul nods, and
she's off again)
Will she be her old self, now that
Ian has dug her out, or will she
...have to wait.
Will she still love him with that
special perfect love?
Have to wait.
Not even a hint?
Paul shakes his head.
ANNIE, spinning around the room like a happy child.
Misery's alive! Misery's alive. Oh,
it's so romantic -- this whole
house is going to be filled with
romance. I'm going to put on my
Liberace records --
(stops, looks at Paul)
-- you do like Liberace, don't you?
Whenever he played Radio City, who
do you think was right there in the
I'm going to play my records all day
long -- to inspire you -- he's my
And with that, she starts to leave.
She stops at the door.
Would you have dinner with me tonight?
She can't speak.
To celebrate Misery's return. I
couldn't have done it without you.
Oh, Paul. It would be an honor.
ANNIE dashes excitedly out of the room. PAUL wheels over to
the bed, pulls the packet of Novril poder out from the
mattress and stuffs it in his pants. The sound of Liberace
playing "Tammy" with orchestra and chorus booms in from
beyond the door.
BUSTER'S OFFICE. DUSK.
VIRGINIA is on the phone.
No, he's not here. I don't know where
he went. He never tells me anything
anymore. He's probably out having an
affair somewhere. Wait a minute. I
think I hear him coming.
BUSTER enters carrying a bagful of books.
It's Jim Taylor. He wants to know who
you've been having an affair with.
BUSTER. He puts the bag down, shoots Virginia a look and
grabs the phone. VIRGINIA looks in the bag.
Hey, Jim, what's doing? Uh-huh...
uh-huh...Jim, we've been over this.
If you're gonna have benches in
front of your store, people are
gonna sit on them. I don't like him
either, but I'm not going to come
over there and tell him to move.
Give my best to Denise. Bye.
(looking through the
books; all paperback
Well, whoever she is, she sure likes
to read a lot.
Virginia, I'm flattered you think I
got that much energy. I just figured
if I can't find Paul Sheldon, at
least I can find out what he wrote
What do you expect to find? A story
about a guy who drove his car off a
cliff in a snowstorm?
Now, you see, it's that kind of
sarcasm that's given our marriage
PAUL is sitting at a table that Annie has set up with her
best china and silverware. It is as romantic as Annie Wilkes
gets. ANNIE enters, carrying a basket of rolls. She sits and
I hope you like it.
It looks wonderful. And so do you.
They eat in awkward silence. Finally:
I've never had meatloaf this good,
what do you do to it?
My secret is I only use fresh
tomatoes, never canned. And to give
it that little extra zip, I mix in
some Spam with the ground beef.
You can't get this in a restaurant
in New York.
After another pause:
Annie, I think we should have a
Yes, to Misery. Let me pour you some
Paul pours more of the Gallo wine, then raises his glass.
Wait, let's do this right. Do you
have any candles?
Oh, I don't know. I think so. I'll
She exits into the kitchen. PAUL quickly pulls the pasket
filled with Novril powder from his pants. He empties it into
her glass of wine, stuffs the empty packet back into his
pants, talking the whole time:
Did you study decorating, or do you
just have a flair?
Oh, you. I just picked things up
over the years.
Well, it certainly says you.
You really think so?
Absolutely. Listen, if you can't
find any, it's okay. I just thought
it might be nice.
ANNIE re-enters with a candle.
Are you kidding? If anyone ever told
me that one day I'd be having a
candlelit dinner with Paul Sheldon
in my own house, I woulda checked
both legs to see which one was being
pulled. Will this do?
She places the candle on the table. With a slight tremor in
her hand, she lights the candle. PAUL raises his glass.
To Misery and Annie Wilkes, who
brought her back to life.
ANNIE raises her glass.
Oh, Paul, every time I think about
it, I get goosebumps.
They clink glasses.
And with that, her emotions having gotten the best of her,
she knocks over the candle. In trying to right the
situation, she places her glass back down, and as she
reaches for the candle, she knocks over her glass, spilling
(wiping up the
spilled wine with
Oh, God, what have I done? I'm so
sorry, Paul. I ruined your beautiful
toast. Will you ever forgive me?
Here, let me pour another one.
Can we pretend this never happened?
So they drink their wine.
OUTSIDE THE FARMHOUSE. DAY.
The snow, although still present, has melted somewhat. And
starting now and continuing throughout is this: the sound of
PAUL, working at his typewriter.
THE MANUSCRIPT. Growing.
ANNIE'S BEDROOM. DUSK.
ANNIE, in her room. Reading and loving it.
BUSTER'S DEN. NIGHT.
BUSTER sitting in his den reading a Misery novel by the
fire. VIRGINIA brings him a cup of tea.
PAUL'S ROOM. DAY.
PAUL, the sling off, moving his injured arm. It's more
mobile than before. Testing his strength, he uses his arm to
remove the page and place it on the pile. He puts in another
page and continues to type.
ANNIE, entering Paul's room, carrying a chapter. Handing him
a cup of tea.
Paul, this is positively the best
Misery you've ever written.
I think you're right.
THE PILE OF PAPER. Bigger.
OUTSIDE THE BARN.
ANNIE, out by the barn. She stares in at the house. Framed
in the window is PAUL, working. She smiles, enters the barn.
PAUL'S ROOM. NIGHT.
He stretches but only briefly, then back to his typing.
ANNIE, cooking happily away, reading a chapter.
PAUL, arm out of the sling. He manages to lift the
typewriter once, sets it back down, puts the sling back on.
PAUL'S ROOM. LATER.
ANNIE, bringing a tray of food.
I think it's so wonderful that
Misery would sacrifice her title
to take up the cause of her people.
That's true nobility.
Paul hands her some new pages. As she exits,
BUSTER, in his office reading. He is alone.
ANNIE'S LIVING ROOM. NIGHT.
Annie is reading by the fire. Her pig Misery sits beside
her, staring at the pages.
PAUL'S ROOM. DAY.
His fingers just fly, faster than he's ever typed and
PAUL'S ROOM. NIGHT.
PAUL, staring and
THE PILE, growing, growing and
PAUL, ripping open a new ream of paper...
PAUL'S ROOM. DUSK.
His lips move silently. He's not even aware of it as he nods
THE PAPER IN THE TYPEWRITER, line after line being written.
Paul's face at DAY, NIGHT, and DUSK in rapid succession,
ANNIE'S FARMHOUSE. NIGHT.
Lightning! Giant deep rolls of THUNDER as RAIN begins...
TYPEWRITER being lifted out of frame, then back in, then out
PAUL'S ROOM. NIGHT.
The pile of manuscript has doubled. Maybe two hundred pages.
PAUL, with some effort, is pumping the typewriter up and
down. Finally, he places it back down and puts his arm back
in the sling.
PAUL, looking outside breifly.
THE RAIN. Worse. The SOUND hits the roof of the house, hits
ANNIE, lumbering in -- she's never looked lke this: She's
wearing her slippers and her pink quilted housecoat. Her
eyes are without life. Her hair, loose and straggly, hangs
around her face. Slowly, like a robot, she goes to PAUL, who
looks silently up at her.
Here's your pills.
She drops them on the table.
PAUL, as the pills hit his chest and bounce into his lap.
Annie, what is it?
(half turns away,
turns back, gestures
The rain...sometimes it gives me
ANNIE: CLOSE UP. And suddenly it's as if she's been turned
off, gone lifeless.
PAUL, staring at her. No sound but the rain.
ANNIE, seen straight on. No light in her eyes.
When you first came here, I only
loved the writer part of Paul
Sheldon. But now I know I love the
rest of him too. As much as Misery
I know you don't love me -- don't
say you do -- you're a beautiful,
brilliant, famous man of the world;
and I'm...not a movie star type.
You'll never know the fear of losing
someone like you if you're someone
Why would you lose me?
The book is almost finished. Your
legs are getting better. Soon you'll
be able to walk. You'll be wanting
Why would I want to leave? I like it
That's very kind of you, but I'll bet
it's not altogether true.
She slowly reaches into the pocket of her bathrobe and pulls
out a .38 Special.
I have this gun, and sometimes I
think about using it.
She is absentmindedly clicking the empty gun.
I better go now. I might put bullets
Robot-like, she crosses to the door and leaves. As she
closes and locks the door --
PAUL, stunned, listening, waiting --
-- there is the sound of the front door closing --
-- then footsteps on the outside walk --
-- the sound of a car door opening and slamming shut.
Now comes the GUNNING of the motor.
THE WINDOW as ANNIE drives by, hunched over the wheel. The
MOTOR sound grows fainter, faint...
BUSTER AND VIRGINIA'S BEDROOM. NIGHT.
BUSTER AND VIRGINIA are lying in bed. Buster is reading yet
another Misery novel, Misery's Trial. Virginia is also
"There is a justice higher than that
of man. I will be judged by Him."
They're hauling Misery into court.
"There is a justice higher than that
of man -- I will be judged by Him."
The kitchen KNIVES on the counter.
PAUL, now using both arms, forcing his body up toward them.
This isn't easy, it was a bitch the first time he tried it,
but nothing's going to stop him now. He's leaning against
the cupboard, using it for balance --
-- his balance starts to go but he won't let it as we
THE KNIVES, AS HIS HAND grabs the largest one, a fat-handled
sharp beauty and
PAUL, and you can sense the relief as he begins to lower
himself to the floor.
PAUL, back in his wheelchair, knife in his lap, carefully
opening drawers of little tables, looking inside. He closes
them, moves on, unmindful of the rain. Now --
THE SHELF OF PAUL SHELDON BOOKS. As before --
-- except the "My Life" scrapbook is gone.
PAUL, glancing around --
-- and there it is, on a coffee table in the living room.
Also on the table are a roll of Scotch tape, a pair of
scissors, and a copy of Newsweek. Paul wheels toward
thetable and the book, which is as big as a folio
Shakespeare play and as thick as a family Bible.
THE LIVING ROOM.
PAUL, opening the book.
THE FIRST PAGE OF THE BOOK, as Paul opens it. It's a
newspaper clipping as is almost all of what follows. A small
article: simply a birth announcement for Anne Marie Wilkes.
PAUL turns the page. This headline reads: "Investment Banker
Carl Wilkes Dies in Freak Fall."
"USC Nursing Student Dies in Freak Fall." That's the
headline on the next page.
Now: "Miss Wilkes is Nursing School Honors Graduate."
Paul turns the page.
Manchester, New Hampshire, Union Leader: "Ernest Gonyar, 79,
Dies After Long Illness."
Now that phrase seems to be what catches our eye -- "after
long illness" is from the next article. "Long illness" from
the one after that. Then, on the next page, a variation:
Now we're in Pennsylvania: "New Hospital Staff Announced."
And here come those phrases again on page after page --
"After Long Illness." "After Long Illness."
"After Long Illness."
PAUL, transfixed; he keeps on turning the pages -- the
states keep changing, moving west. Pennsylvania to
Minnesota, Minnesota to North Dakota. And always the
clippings reporting deaths and deaths and --
-- and now we're in Colorado. "NEW HEAD MATERNITY NURSE
NAMED." And now the dead are young and helpless; babies.
More and more of them.
Then a headline which reads:
"HEAD MATERNITY NURSE QUESTIONED ON INFANT DEATHS"
Next page: "MISS WILKES RELEASED."
Next page: "THREE MORE INFANTS DIE"
Next page, at last: "DRAGON LADY ARRESTED."
Then a photo: the front page of the Rocky Mountain Gazette.
Annie on the courthouse steps. "DRAGON LADY CLAIMS
INNOCENCE," under which there is a statement by Annie
Paul turns quickly to the next page and a very large
"DRAGON LADY FOUND NOT GUILTY"
PAUL just sits there, shaking his head in bewilderment.
THE BOOK, as Paul turns the LAST page.
PAUL, stunned and now we find out why, as we
THE PAGE IN THE BOOK. It's an article from Newsweek
magazine, a picture of Paul's car being hauled up out of the
snow. Above it this caption: "Presumed Dead -- Paul
PAUL. Slamming the book shut, putting it back on the coffee
table, then quickly turning his wheelchair as we
PAUL, steering his wheelchair toward the front door. He
tries to position himself for a surprise attack of ANNIE,
but he can't find a way to get close enough. The wheelchair
is too cumbersome. He looks around and decides to head back
to his room. He is faced with the same problem there -- so
he struggles into bed and, lying on his back, he rests the
knife on his chest and stares up at the ceiling.
PAUL'S WINDOW, hours later. The rain has stopped.
PAUL -- trying to stay awake. After a few beats, he hears
something. It's the sound of a CAR PULLING UP.
HEADLIGHTS can be seen flashing through the window. PAUL
grips the knife and hides it under the covers. The sound of
a CAR DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING, then FOOTSTEPS.
As the FRONT DOOR OPENS, PAUL girds himself for attack. THE
FRONT DOOR CLOSES, then a couple of FOOTSTEPS. Then silence.
Then the FOOTSTEPS continue down the hall and up the stairs.
After a beat, we hear the TELEVISION. Someone is explaining
how you can buy millions of dollars of prime real estate
with no money down.
PAUL, allowing himself to relax, slips the knife under the
mattress. As the TV DRONES ON, Paul lies staring up at the
OUTSIDE THE FARMHOUSE. NIGHT.
We hear a clap of THUNDER and once again the rain pours
CLOSE UP: PAUL -- eyes closed. There is another loud
THUNDERCLAP which causes Paul to stir and open his eyes.
He turns his head and another CLAP OF THUNDER is heard,
LIGHTNING flashes and reveals ANNIE standing over his bed.
Before he can react, she jabs a needle into his arm, pulls
it out and starts out of the room.
PAUL tries to raise himself, but the power of the drug
causes him to collapse, unconscious.
THE ROOM. EARLY MORNING.
It's stopped raining, PAUL lies asleep. Now, surprisingly,
we hear a VOICE we've never heard in the movie before --
loud -- for an instant we don't recognize the voice, then we
do: It's LIBERACE talking to his audience on a record going,
"Thank you, thank you, what a wonderful thing it is for me
to be back with you in Paris..." PAUL stirs and awakens to
discover that he is strapped to his bed. He can move his
arms, but that's it.
ANNIE, standing in the room, and she looks very together;
her eyes are bright. Too bright. Way too bright.
She comes to the foot of his bed.
PAUL, groggy from being drugged, tries to clear the cobwebs.
(in a soft voice)
Paul, I know you've been out.
You've been out of your room.
No, I haven't.
Paul, my little ceramic penguin in
the study always faces due south.
I don't know what you're talking
PAUL looks up at her -- he is totally honest and sincere. As
he talks, his hand surreptitiously begins moving toward the
ANNIE, as she brings the fat-handled knife out of her skirt
Is this what you're looking for? I
know you've been out twice, Paul.
At first, I couldn't figure out how
you did it, but last night I found
(She holds up the
I know I left my scrapbook out, and
I can imagine what you might be
thinking of me. But you see, Paul,
it's all okay.
ANNIE, as she walks slowly back to the foot of the bed.
And now a THUMP comes from the foot of the bed. Something is
out of sight.
PAUL, staring at her; waiting.
Last night it came so clear. I
realize you just need more time.
Eventually, you'll come to accept
the idea of being here. Paul, do you
know about the early days at the
Kimberly Diamond Mine? Do you know
what they did to the native workers
who stole diamonds? Don't worry,
they didn't kill them. That would be
like junking a Mercedes just because
it had a broken spring -- no, if they
caught them they had to make sure
they could go on working, but they
also had to make sure they could
never run away. The operation was
And with that, she reaches down out of sight and comes up
holding a 16-inch piece of 4 x 4 wood.
Annie, whatever you're thinking
about, don't do it.
ANNIE. She wedges the 4 x 4 firmly between his legs, just
above the ankles, secures it and adjusts his feet.
Now don't fuss, Paul.
Why would I run away? I'm a writer,
Annie -- it's all I am -- and I've
never written this well -- even you
said that this is my best, didn't
ANNIE picks up a sledgehammer.
Didn't you? Why would I leave a
place where I'm doing my best work?
It doesn't make any sense.
ANNIE, positioning herself to the side of his right ankle.
Shh, darling, trust me --
(taking aim at
It's for the best.
She takes the sledgehammer back.
Annie, for God's sake, please.
As ANNIE swings, the sledgehammer makes contact with the
ankle. It breaks with a sharp CRACK.
PAUL: CLOSE UP, shrieking.
ANNIE, moving to the other side of the bed.
Almost done, just one more.
And as she breaks the other ankle, PAUL shrieks even louder.
ANNIE: CLOSE UP.
God, I love you...
PAUL'S FACE. He is beyond agony.
FADE TO BLACK.
For a long moment, nothing.
Then...a FAINT SOUND. After a moment, it begins to become
more intrusive and we can tell what it is: a car horn
FADE IN ON
SILVER CREEK and ANNIE in her Cherokee, HONKING for another
car to get a move on.
A HAND AND A COIN MVOING ACROSS IT, from finger to finger.
PULL BACK TO REVEAL
BUSTER, sitting by the front window of his office, reading
The Rocky Mountain Gazette.
He watches idly as ANNIE yells out the window to the car in
front of her. THE DRIVER of the car yells back. Annie yells
louder. The Driver guns off, and Annie pulls into the
parking space next to the General Store.
ANNIE, getting out, shaking a fist at the other car, calling
out, "You poop!" She enters the store.
BUSTER, staring straight ahead. Something is gnawing at him.
VIRGINIA, in his office, tidying the desk. BUSTER enters,
Just leave it, all right?
Oh, I like that tone.
How many times do I have to tell
you -- I have a system here.
(rooting through a
pile of papers)
Where the hell is that thing?
(finding what he's
looking for, a
3 x 5 card)
Here it is. Right where it's
supposed to be.
What is it?
I'm not sure. Maybe nothing.
It's good you found it.
There's that spice again.
As BUSTER leaves, VIRGINIA goes back to tidying the desk.
A LARGE LIBRARY as Buster leaves his car, hurries inside and
BUSTER, wearing bifocals, sits poring over bound volumes of
The Rocky Mountain Gazette.
BUSTER, frustrated, puts one set of volumes down, picks up
another, starts through it, as we
THE ROCKY MOUNTAIN GAZETTE, as the pages turn.
-- only now they stop moving.
BUSTER, tense, adjusting his bifocals.
A SERIES OF HEADLINES pertaining to Annie Wilkes' murder
A HEADLINE which reads, "DRAGON LADY CLAIMS INNOCENCE."
Under a PICTURE OF ANNIE on the courthouse steps, we see a
CAPTION: "Wilkes told reporters on the courthouse steps,
'There is a higher justice than that of man; I will be
judged by Him.'"
BUSTER. He takes the 3 x 5 card out of his pocket.
The CARD -- on it is printed the exact quote we just saw in
BUSTER, sitting there, staring at the quote.
HOLD ON HIS FACE, then --
ANNIE, carrying a bag of feed, followed by MISERY, the sow,
comes into view. She slows, smiles, waves --
PAUL, staring out at her.
Give us a smile?
(Paul gives her the
finger. She laughs)
Such a kidder.
As she exits our view --
PAUL, lifting the typewriter and repeatedly raising it over
his head, this time without any difficulty.
THE GENERAL STORE IN SILVER CREEK. EARLY AFTERNOON.
BUSTER enters. The place is empty. It's one of those
wonderful spots that stocks pretty much everything in what
seems like complete disarray. Buster goes to the coffee urn
behind the counter, helps himself. He speaks to the guy who
sits behind the counter nearby; these two have known each
Answer me a couple things?
If I can.
Do you have any of those new Paul
We had a batch. Sold 'em all in
You wouldn't happen to remember if
Miz Wilkes bought one, would you?
Are you kidding? Every time that
fella writes a book, she makes me
set aside the first copy.
BUSTER opens the cash register, drops his coffee money
inside, closes the register.
Has she been buying any odd things
Miz Wilkes? Same old stuff.
-- Lest you call paper odd.
No, the typing kind.
BUSTER: CLOSE UP.
Oh. That kind. Nothing odd about
He cannot hide his excitement now as we --
ANNIE, entering Paul's room. He lies back in the wheelchair,
eyes closed. Liberace music playing in the background. From
the start, PAUL'S TONE is different -- strong, he's in
Paul, don't you think it's time for
you to start writing again? It's been
over a week.
I don't know, it's weird, but a couple
of broken bones hasn't done a lot for
my creative juices. Get the fuck out
Don't talk to me like that.
(staring at her now)
Why, what are you going to do?
(spreading his arms wide)
Kill me? Take your best shot.
Why are you so mean, Mister you'd-
Oh, no reason, you keep me prisoner,
you make me burn my book, you drive
a sledgehammer into my ankles...
I'll drive a sledgehammer into your
man-gland if you're not nicer --
(He spreads his legs)
Be my guest.
(after a beat)
As she exits.
A ROAD. Empty. Hold for a moment -- now a car appears around
THE CAR. BUSTER is driving fast.
PAUL in his room. He sits as before, by the window. He
doesn't move. Now he closes his eyes, stretches, sighs as we
ANNIE, busily making cocoa.
BUSTER IN HIS CAR. He stops at a mailbox. The name on the
box is WILKES. Buster turns his car slowly into the driveway
by the mailbox.
PAUL. He yawns, opens his eyes briefly. Closes them. In the
distance now, growing more and more visible is Buster's car
-- and now PAUL'S EYES go open wide, and he's staring out
the window at the car as it keeps on coming, closer, closer
BUSTER, looking around. He's driving very slowly, carefully.
PAUL. Fixating on the window and now it's all going to be
all right, everything's going to be all right --
-- and then ANNIE is on him, hypodermic needle in hand,
jabbing it into his arm. He desperately tries to fight her
off, but the drug starts to take hold. He tries to grab her
by the neck, but she fights him off as she wheels him out of
the room, down the hall and towards the cellar door.
I don't think I'll ever understand
you. I cook your meals, I tend to
you practically twenty-four hours a
day, and you continue to fight me.
When are we going to develop a sense
ANNIE opens the cellar door. PAUL is all but limp by now. As
she picks him up and starts to carry him down the steps --
BUSTER pulling up in front of the house. As he gets out of
ANNIE placing Paul on the cellar floor and heading up the
stairs. PAUL is out.
BUSTER heading up the steps to the front door.
ANNIE stashing the wheelchair in the hall closet. She
crosses to the front door, opens it, revealing BUSTER.
Sorry, didn't mean to startle you.
You didn't give me a chance to
I guess you can tell from my
reaction, I'm not all that used to
visitors out here. What can I do
I was just wondering if you happen
to know anything about Paul Sheldon.
What do you want to know?
Anything you can tell me might help.
ANNIE. The words pour out --
Well, he was born in Worcester,
Massachusetts, forty-two years ago,
the only child of Franklin and
Helene Sheldon, mediocre student,
majored in history...
BUSTER, watching her, surprised.
Excuse me, that's not exactly the
kind of information I was after. You
see, he's been missing for quite some
time now, and...
I know. It's so upsetting. I'm his
number-one fan...I've got all his
books, every sentence he ever put
down. I'm so proud of my Paul Sheldon
...here I am, prattling on and my
manners have just flown away. I
haven't invited you in. Please.
ANNIE lets BUSTER in, closes the door. They linger in front
of Paul's door. Buster idly checks out the hallway.
'Course you must know about that
BUSTER nods and wanders into the living room. ANNIE follows.
He crosses into the study and checks out a bookcase that
contains the complete works of Paul Sheldon. One shelf below
contains Annie's infamous scrapbook.
Almost killed me, too. I prayed when
I heard the news. I got down on my
knees and begged for it not to be
ANNIE. She's so moved. Buster wanders into the kitchen.
You're going to laugh at what I'm
about to say, but go ahead, I don't
...when I was praying, God told me
to get ready.
BUSTER, watching her. This isn't at all what he expected.
Get ready for what?
PAUL, trying to fight the drug; just his eyes flutter.
ANNIE and BUSTER heading back down the hallway toward Paul's
To try and be his replacement -- he
gave so much pleasure to so many
people and there's a shortage of
pleasure on this planet these days,
in case you hadn't noticed.
BUSTER enters Paul's room. ANNIE follows.
God told me, since I was his number-
one fan, that I should make up new
stories as if I was Paul Sheldon. So,
I went to town. And I bought a
typewriter. And paper to type on. The
same kind Paul Sheldon used. And I
turned the guest bedroom into a
writing studio. Would you like to see
It's right this way.
BUSTER takes a look in the bathroom. ANNIE waits for him.
It's right here. I knew how he wrote,
the kinds of words he used, the
wonderful stories he told --
-- I've spent the last four weeks
trying to write like Paul Sheldon.
(sad shake of
But I can't do it right. I try and I
try and I know all the words --
-- but it's just not the same.
BUSTER. He just stands there, watches her.
...maybe it takes time to get the
hang of it.
(holding up pages
I could give you a couple of hundred
pages of mine, and you could tell me
what you think.
I'm not much of a critic.
Well, I just thought -- oh, look at
me. You'd think I'd never had a
houseguest before. Would you like
something to drink?
How does a nice cup of cocoa sound?
As she exits into the kitchen.
There's some already made.
BUSTER lingers in Paul's room for a beat, then goes into the
Must get lonely, living out here
all by yourself.
I always say if you can't enjoy your
own company, you're not fit company
for anyone else.
You got a point there...
As Buster moves up the stairs --
PAUL, still fighting the drug. His arm twitches almost
involuntarily, grazing the barbecue.
BUSTER opening the door to Annie's room. He looks around and
just as he is about to turn to leave --
ANNIE, standing right in front of him.
Here you are.
BUSTER heads down the stairs, ANNIE follows.
Thanks, Miz Wilkes, but I don't
want to take up any more of your
time. I best be going.
But you didn't even taste your
They cross to the front door.
I'm sure it's wonderful, but I
really should be getting back.
BUSTER opens the door.
BUSTER and ANNIE at the door.
If you don't mind, perhaps I
could pay you another visit
I'd be delighted. Now that you know
With that, she closes the door. We stay with BUSTER. He
stands on the front porch for a beat, thinking, then starts
heading down the porch steps. Just as he reaches about
halfway down, we HEAR A LOUD CRASH coming from inside the
PAUL -- he has managed to partially fight his way through
the drug, and in waking has accidentally knocked over the
barbecue. He fights to clear the cobwebs.
Miz Wilkes, are you all right?
There is no answer. He quietly moves into the house.
Again, no answer.
PAUL, still fighting to gain complete consciousness.
Here. I'm down here. Down here.
BUSTER. Hearing Paul's muffled call for help, he tracks the
sound to the cellar door. As PAUL continues to call out,
Buster looks around, sees no one, and opens the cellar door.
The shaft of light from the open door pours down on Paul,
who is still lying on the floor.
But before Paul can answer, there's the sound of a LOUD
EXPLOSION. Seemingly from nowhere a hole is ripped through
Buster's chest, knocking him out of frame, revealing Annie,
smoking shotgun in hand, standing at the top of the cellar
Don't feel bad, Paul. It had to
happen. I've been waiting for this
ANNIE walks toward BUSTER'S BODY and very casually takes his
gun out of its holster.
I've known for some time why I was
chosen to save you. You and I were
meant to be together forever. But
now our time in this world must end.
But don't worry, Paul. I've already
prepared for what must be done. I
put two bullets in my gun, one for
you and one for me. Oh, darling, it
will be so beautiful.
With that, ANNIE turns and exits the cellar.
Paul's mind races desperately. He looks at the barbecue
again. Next to it is a messy table with a dozen jars and
cans on it.
THE TABLE. One of the cans is LIGHTER FLUID.
PAUL. He stares at it for a moment. An idea hits him --
-- now, PAUL struggles and crawls over to the table. He
grabs the lighter fluid in his hands, jams it into the rear
of his pants and scrambles back to where ANNIE left him.
ANNIE returning with her .38 Special and a hypodermic
needle. She stops at the top of the stairs.
Now don't be afraid. I love you.
She starts toward him.
I know you do. I love you too, Annie.
(this stops her)
And you're right. We are meant to be
together. And I know we must die.
But it must be so that Misery can
live. We have the power to give
Misery eternal life. We must finish
But the time is now. Soon others
It's almost done. By dawn we'll be
able to give Misery back to the
ANNIE stares at Paul. She could go either way on this. Then,
without a word, she turns and goes back up the stairs.
Here, Paul. I'll fix you something
She exits. PAUL hesitates for a moment, then realizes he has
no choice. He starts dragging himself over BUSTER and up the
PAUL'S ROOM. NIGHT.
PAUL working. Typing like a madman, totally concentrated on
the white paper. His lips move but he's not even aware of
ANNIE enters quietly, holding a few pages.
Oh, Paul. It's beautiful.
Three more chapters to go.
She looks at him now, enthralled.
The stranger staying at the Inn, is
he someone from Misery's past?
This is so exciting. It's Windthorne,
her first love, right?
Maybe. Are you ready for the next
He taunts her with it.
She takes the pages and goes.
PAUL'S ROOM. LATER.
PAUL types a moment then rips out the page and starts over.
ANNIE, putting the coffee down for him, putting the pages
back on the main pile.
(more excited now
than the last time)
It WAS Windthorne. I knew it -- what
does that do to her love for Ian? --
-- of course, if she hadn't thought
Windthorne was murdered she never
would have fallen in love with Ian
in the first place.
(Paul glares at her,
she turns to the door)
Sorry, it's just that this is so
I'm glad you like it.
Paul, this will be our legacy.
He hands her a few more pages, she starts reading as she
PAUL'S ROOM. MUCH LATER.
PAUL rubs his eyes. For a moment, he sags, but he fights it.
He puts a clean page into the typewriter.
ANNIE bursts in.
Oh, Paul. I'm dying. Does she wind
up with Ian or Windthorne? You have
to tell me.
You'll know very soon. I'm starting
the last chapter. And when I finish,
I want everything to be perfect. I'll
require three things.
You don't know?
I was fooling, silly.
(ticking them off)
You need a cigarette, because you
used to smoke but you quit except
when you finish a book, and you
just have one, and the match is to
light it. And you need one glass of
Dome Pear-igg-non it is.
AS ANNIE exits.
The first light of morning is starting to break through.
PAUL, stretching. He makes sure everything is set.
With that, she enters.
I'm almost done.
Oh, Paul, this is so romantic. Ian
and Windthorne dueling for the right
to Misery's hand. Does Ian win? Oh,
don't me. It's Windthorne, right?
You'll know everything in a minute.
Get the champagne.
(dying from the
She exits; PAUL adjusts the manuscript on the table and then
types the last line.
ANNIE IN THE KITCHEN. She takes the bottle of Dom Perignon
out of the icebox, places it on a tray with two glasses --
opens a drawer -- takes out the gun -- places it in her
pocket -- then takes out the hypodermic needle and places it
on the tray.
ANNIE enters with the tray. She sets it down on the table.
Did I do good?
You did perfect. Except for one thing.
This time we need two glasses.
He takes the last page out of the typewriter.
As soon as she exits, PAUL drops the manuscript to the
fllor, pulls the lighter fluid from his pants, and starts
dousing the manuscript with lighter fluid. He grabs the last
chapter and twists the last few pages together torch style.
He douses it with the fluid and holds the match out of
He smiles as we
ANNIE entering with the second glass...
It's all right here, Annie. Remember
how for all those years no one ever
knew who Misery's real father was, or
if they'd ever be reunited? It's all
right here. Will Misery finally lead
her countrymen to freedom? Does she
finally marry Ian or will it be
Windthorne? It's all right here.
THE MATCH, as he strikes it and
ANNIE screaming --
Paul, you can't.
And as her hands fly out beseechingly --
THE CHAMPAGNE BOTTLE -- it falls to the floor, explodes like
a torpedo, shards of glass all over, curds of foam
Why not? I learned it from you...
And on that --
THE LAST CHAPTER as Paul brings the match close to it and it
bursts into flame. And Paul, holding it like the torch it
is. Annie starts moving forward now.
No, no, NOT MISERY -- NOT MY MISERY...!
He drops the last chapter into the soaked manuscript and
THE MANUSCRIPT, as KABOOM!, it bursts into flame and --
ANNIE, transfixed by the sight for a moment,
-- AND THEN SHE CHARGES.
THE FIRE as ANNIE rushes to the book, stoops down, grabs it
with both hands, brings the burning mass up to her body,
both arms across it, trying to smother the flames --
PAUL, grabbing the typewriter, raising it high above his
head, then throwing it down on her with all his power and
THE TYPEWRITER, crashing into the back of her head.
ANNIE, screaming, driven to the floor by the blow, the book
beneath her, and the flames fly up, her sweater is starting
to burn and she's covered with shards of glass from the
shattered bottle of champagne and some of the manuscript is
hissing from the liquid, but she is able to struggle to her
I'm going to kill you, you lying
As she struggles to her feet, she pulls out the gun and
shoots at Paul, hitting him in the shoulder. Just as she's
about to shoot again, Paul quickly wheels the chair up to
her, throws himself out of the chair, and tackles her. The
gun flies out of her hand and lands in the hallway, going
off as it lands. They wrestle on the floor.
Flames still around them, PAUL gets on top of her, grabs
some burning pages, stuffs them into her mouth, shouting --
Here. Here. You want it? You want it?
You can eat it -- eat it -- eat it
till you fucking CHOKE -- you sick,
And as he forces more paper into her mouth --
ANNIE, and she's hideous -- blistered, her hands claw at her
throat. She makes horrible sounds, spitting the charred
chunks of manuscript out of her mouth. Shards of glass are
in her hair. Now a shriek and a tremendous jerk of her body
PAUL, falling away --
ANNIE, still making the sounds as she gets to her feet, and
PAUL, trying to crawl away after her.
ANNIE -- heading for the door, she takes a step away from
Paul, then another, then
PAUL, suddenly kicking out with his shattered leg, screaming
in pain as it crashes into her ankle and
ANNIE, trying to keep her balance, not doing well, her arms
windmilling as she fights for balance one last moment,
fights and loses, and now, as she topples over --
THE TYPEWRITER as she falls and her head slams into it,
collides with the sharp metal and a great wound opens in her
head. There is one final cry. Blood pours. It's over. All
over. We are looking at a dead body.
PAUL, exhausted, panting, lying there, trying to gather his
energy. He starts to crawl for the door. Just as he reaches
the doorjamb, an arm grabs his leg, and
PAUL, shrieking, and
ANNIE, pulling herself up his body and
PAUL, trying to buck her off, but he can't and
ANNIE, the stronger, relentless, moving up on him, and
PAUL, his grip broken as he turns and
ANNIE, all-powerful, looming over him and
PAUL, hitting up at her and
ANNIE, swelling, and the blood pours down and if she feels
his blows she doesn't show it and
PAUL, whatever energy he has left he uses now, trying to
twist and strike and as his body moves --
A METAL BASED FLOOR LAMP and
PAUL, grabbing the thing, suddenly bringing it across his
body, clobbering Annie in the face and
ANNIE, startled by the power of the blow and for a moment
she is stopped and
PAUL, as with everything he has left, he crunches her
forehead with the sharp heavy metal base, just creams her as
the air is forced out of her --
ANNIE. Her eyes roll up into her head. For a moment all we
see are the whites --
-- then she collapses on PAUL, a motionless mountain of
PAUL, scrambling free, pushing her off him, crawling for the
-- outside the door, as PAUL crawls into view, makes it to
the corridorr, reaches back, closes the door, locks it.
Safe, he collapses, exhausted against the wall opposite the
PAUL. HOURS LATER. It is dawn. He is awakened by a loud
smashing at the front door. After a couple of heart-stopping
THE FRONT DOOR smashes open, revealing two cops with guns
THE POLICEMEN, hurrying to PAUL. The YOUNGER COP kneels
It's the writer -- the dead one --
(trying to keep
-- right! I'm the dead one --
Where's Sheriff McCain?
He's in the cellar. She killed him.
Yeah. She's in there.
The OLDER COP, taking the key to the room, unlocks the door,
throws it open, and as he steps inside --
INSIDE THE BEDROOM.
The OLDER COP has his gun ready to fire, but even with it
tight in his hand, he's edgy as hell.
He looks around --
-- glass and bloodstains on the floor. The charred remains
of a manuscript.
He kneels quickly, glances under the bed -- nothing.
He looks at the window -- wide open.
PAUL and the YOUNGER COP. Pause. The OLDER COP is in the
Mr. Sheldon? There's no one in there.
PAUL: CLOSE UP. In shock.
PALM COURT, PLAZA HOTEL
This legend appears:
ONE YEAR LATER
MARCIA SINDELL is seated at a table. PAUL enters, walking
briskly, and he's never looked this good before. He's gained
his weight back, his color is normal again. He appears to
be, for the first time in the movie, a jaunty, happy figure.
Sorry I'm late. Jenny's basketball
game went into overtime. If anybody
ever told me I'd have a daughter
who'd get a triple double, I'd...
Did they win?
Yeah. They're in the semis.
Here it is.
Very first copy.
And she hands him a wrapped package. PAUL sits, begins
unwrapping it. It's a book. A new one by Paul Sheldon. The
Higher Education of J. Phillip Stone. Paul turns it over
gently in his hands.
The word I'm getting is the Times
review is gonna be a love letter.
That'd be a first.
And my contacts at Time and Newsweek
tell me they're both raves. And don't
laugh -- for the first time, I think
you've got a shot at some prizes.
I thought you'd be thrilled. You're
being taken seriously.
I'm delighted the critics are liking
it, and I hope the people like it, too.
But it's not why I wrote the book.
PAUL: CLOSE UP. There is a genuine sense of peace about him.
He has been through the fire and survived.
I like it. Remember how you once said
I live my whole life as if I'm in
danger of being found out? Well, I
believe I've managed to get that guy
down on paper.
(He touches the
Don't think I'm completely nuts, but
in some way, Annie Wilkes, that whole
experience, helped me.
Paul, since you brought her up, I have
to ask you this, or I'd be drummed out
of the agents' union -- what about a
non-fiction book? The truth about what
went on in that house.
Gee, Marcia, if I didn't know you
better, I'd think you were suggesting
I dredge up the worst horror of my
life just so we could make a few bucks.
Now you've hurt me, Paul.
As Paul glances around...
PAUL, looking past MARCIA.
DESSERT TROLLEY, some distance away, being pushed by a
waitress. It is ANNIE.
PAUL AND SINDELL.
I thought you were over it.
I am. Well, maybe not completely --
He glances toward the trolley.
THE DESSERT TROLLEY, moving inexorably closer to PAUL. ANNIE
reaches down and pulls out a very sharp knife.
PAUL AND SINDELL.
I don't know if you can ever be
totally over something like that --
I just don't think about it as much
anymore, and when I do, it's not so
ANNIE, with the knife raised.
PAUL, staring up at ANNIE.
I mean, once they found her body,
my nightmares stopped.
PAUL AND ANNIE -- only it isn't Annie, just a WAITRESS. She
stands by the trolley, the knife in her hand, ready to slice
whatever anyone wants.
Would you care for anything?
Cut me something sinful...
PAUL. The smile holds. In the background now, soft music:
someone might be playing "Liberace."
HOLD ON PAUL.
FINAL FADE OUT.