THE DARK TOME SEASON 1, EPISODE 1 Featuring "THE DEVIL
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THE DARK TOME SEASON 1, EPISODE 1 Featuring "THE DEVIL ON THE STAIRCASE" By JOE HILL Dramatized by FRED GREENHALGH Draft 6 9-12-2016 MUSIC - Theme of THE DARK TOME, eerie, sense of mystery, wonder Cassie speaks directly to listener, pleading us to understand CASSIE (NARRATING) You know that phrase, 'books are a gateway to the imagination'? Well, imagine it was true. Literally true. Yeah I know, it's the oldest cliché out there. You forget that when you were young, books were like that. No matter where you were, no matter what was going on in the real world, when you opened a book, read those words... you could go to other worlds.. And if you've forgotten that, if you think imagination is a toy to be locked in a box when the grownup world comes crashing in with student loans, 30-year mortgages and retirement accounts, then you must never have heard the legend of The Dark Tome. I mean, I never had either, not until that May, when I was spending my suspension reading to Mr. Gussy in the stale air of Thompson's Memorial Hospital. THEME OUT - crossfades to... 1 INT. NURSING HOME - DAY 1 FX - Medical equipment CASSIE (READING) It was Wilson; but he spoke no longer in a whisper; and I could have fancied that I myself was speaking while he said -- "You have conquered, and I yield. Yet henceforward art thou also dead -- dead to the world and its hopes. In me didst thou exist -- and, in my death, see by this image, which is thine own, how utterly thou hast murdered thyself. FX - Cassie closes book. 2. CASSIE (CONT'D) Mr. Gussy? (BEAT) Mr. Gussy? GUSSY (WAKING) Wha! What is that crap? Get it out of here. CASSIE Mr. Gussy, sorry, it was, uh - GUSSY Poe. Goddamn Edgar. Allen. Poe. Come on Cassie, you know I hate that guy, long winded and overrated if you ask me. Couldn't you find the book I told you about? CASSIE You told me to fetch you a--- GUSSY I told you to bring me the Dark Tome, Not that crap. Give me that book. CASSIE Okay... Fx - CASSIE HANDS A BOOK TO GUSSY. GUSSY STARTS RIPPING OUT PAGES CASSIE (CONT'D) Mr. Gussy! What are you doing? GUSSY "What say of conscience grim indeed." I told you, the book I wanted, it would've had gold letters, the spine as smooth and white as my pale Anglo ass. It would look alive. CASSIE I didn't see any book like that. GUSSY Gah! What am I paying you for? CASSIE You're not. I volunteered... GUSSY Penance 'cause you ripped the hair out of that stupid girl. (MORE) 3. GUSSY (CONT'D) Don't worry, she deserved it. Have you seen the nurse? Good God, they are trying to starve me in here. Nurse? NURSE! CASSIE You have that clicker, right there... GUSSY Next you'll tell me I need to get an "App" to get decent service around here. What did I pay into my pension for, if not to get a little help when I was on my deathbed? CASSIE You had a surgery, Mr. Gussy. You'll be out of here in a week. GUSSY Not if they kill me first with this horrible food. NURSE! CASSIE I've got to go, Mr. Gussy. GUSSY Where to? You got a date? CASSIE No. GUSSY It's gotta be something good, you think I'm gonna cover for you again, after what you pulled last time? CASSIE What do you mean, if that nurse says I left early, Mrs. Pearson will flay me a -- GUSSY (LAUGHS) I'm just messing with you. Go on, get outta here. I got your back. FX - Steps trot in. NURSE Is everything okay? 4. GUSSY It is not. You trying to kill me here? NURSE Excuse me? GUSSY This grape juice. You try drinking it lately? It's despicable. NURSE We'd still be giving you milk if you hadn't snuck coffee brandy into the last carton. GUSSY Need something to take the edge off, don't I? You won't even give me the good stuff. Cassie is now perfect school-girl. CASSIE Bye, Mr. Gussy. NURSE Leaving so soon, Cassie? CASSIE I'm sorry. Got homework to do. NURSE Oh? GUSSY I told her she read me plenty for the day. She told me one of my favorite stories, "William Wilson." NURSE Of course. See you tomorrow, dear. CASSIE Bye! FX - GUSSY FADES AS CASSIE TROTS AWAY GUSSY You ever sit in one of these cots? The blankets, I swear, you make 'em out of sandpaper. (MORE) 5. GUSSY (CONT'D) And I should know, I worked in the Number Ten Mill for thirty years, used sandpaper in the work shop for a good ten of 'em. 2 INT. MR. GUSSY'S BOOKSHOP - DAY 2 CASSIE (narrating) But of course I didn't have any homework to do - I'd been kicked out of school for two weeks already. But I didn't go home, either. I couldn't. She'd be with him, drinking, and... Things got bad when they got drinking. So that left me with Mr. Gussy's Book shop. The spare key was tucked away in the brass bell outside, next to the Plexiglass poster of Stephen King's "Misery." It was that poster, and the strange mummified hand -- Mr. Gussy said it was a monkey's - next to it, that kept most of the local kids out of the place. They made up stories, dared each other to go in, swipe a book. Some said there was a time, maybe thirty years ago, when a kid went in and never came out again. I never believe stories like that. FX - JANGLE, DOOR SWING OPEN, STEPS, BOOKCASE OPENING, ETC. FOLLOW ACTION CASSIE (CONT'D) (NARRATING) The place was filled with paperback novels, stacks of them, with bone-like creases on their spines, names like Koontz, Matheson, Bradbury. You'd walk past those, worried section Z for zombies would fall on your head, to get to the antique wooden desk in back. Pull back the creaky leather chair, roll up the thrift shop rug, and lift the trapdoor. Go down to the basement, where the walls got... wobbly. 6. 3 INT. BACK OF GUSSY'S BOOKSHOP - DAY 3 FX - LOW HUM, SUPERNATURAL ENERGY CASSIE Down here, no one ever bothered me. I could have my blanket and curl up with a book and be taken away. There were plenty to choose from.... hardcovers, some with a film of dust you could write your name in, ran near to the ceiling. But there was only one book that really mattered. The Dark Tome. FX - CASSIE SCUFFLES PAST SOME BOOKS, SETTLES ON ONE CASSIE (CONT'D) Of course I already knew about the book. He had told me where to find it, with impeccable instructions. I had already picked it up, felt the spine that rumor said was stitched from the skins of murdered babies. I had opened it long enough to read a few words, and feel how as the words parted my lips, the book's lettering faintly glowed, and the must of the basement faded away for the smell the salt of distant seas. Mom and school and Mr. Gussy and that gossipy bitch Cathy Skillings faded into nothingness. Last time I'd opened it, I'd shut it immediately. But now I was ready. I opened the Dark Tome. (READING) The Devil on the Staircase, by Joe Hill. MUSIC - OMINOUS, LURES US INTO THE STORY CASSIE (CONT'D) (IN SCENE) It goes - I was born in Sulle Scale, the child of a common bricklayer. CROSSFADE CASSIE AND NARRATOR. 7. NARRATOR The village of my birth nested in the highest sharpest ridges, high above Positano, and in the cold spring the clouds crawled along the streets like a procession of ghosts. It was eight hundred and twenty steps from from Sulle Scale to the world below. I know. I walked them again and again with my father, following his tread, from our home in the sky, and then back again. After his death I walked them often enough alone. 4 EXT. ITALIAN CLIFFSIDE - NIGHT 4 FX - SOUND DESIGN - LIGHT - IMMERSED THROUGHOUT, THE RELENTLESS WHIP OF THE WIND, OCCASIONALLY GOATS BEING ESCORTED PAST, BLEATING. CASSIE It - it worked! Holy crap it worked! There it is - the little village.. um... What did they call it? Posi- Posi, ehhhh--- NARRATOR Positano. CASSIE (SHRIEKS) NARRATOR (CHUCKLES) No need to be frightened, little girl. CASSIE Who are you? NARRATOR A boy who used to live in this village. Ah, well I suppose I'm not a boy anymore. Look at it... The olive orchard, the ocean. The stairs. I knew each step of those stairs very well. CASSIE What happens now? 8. NARRATOR Well, you continue reading, or... (BEAT) I don't know. It is up to you, I have all the time in the world. CASSIE Ah... Okay... Well, the next bit, it goes, "Up and down I walked those stairs, carrying freight -" NARRATOR Yes! Up and down I walked those stairs, carrying freight until with each step it seemed as if the bones in my knees were being ground up into sharp white splinters. (ASIDE) Are you coming with me? CASSIE What? NARRATOR Follow me now, girl. Yes, here we go. I have a story to tell you. FX - Start climbing down stairs. NARRATOR (CONT'D) The cliffs were mazed with crooked staircases, made from brick in some places, granite in others.