CHINGA

SCENE 1

(Car with Maine license plate # 384M 95 . MELISSA TURNER walks to the passenger side of the car and opens the door for her young daughter POLLY who is holding a large doll.)
MELISSA: Okay, sweetheart. We’re just going in for a few things.
We won’t be long, okay. Polly? Mommy needs some groceries, okay?
(POLLY does not respond. MELISSA unbuckles the seatbelt and helps her out. As they enter the grocery store, an older woman, JANE FROELICH glares at them. MELISSA ignores her. POLLY looks back at her.)
(Inside the store, MELISSA wheels the cart quickly and nervously down the aisle. POLLY sits in the child seat of the cart with her doll. People watch them suspiciously. They pass by the butcher’s counter. DAVE, the butcher watches them pass.)

POLLY: I don’t like this store, Mommy.
MELISSA: We’re only going to be a minute.
POLLY: I want to go home.
(The doll’s eyes open.)
DOLL: (high-pitched creepy voice) Let’s have fun.
(As they pass the refrigerated section, MELISSA sees an image of DAVE in the glass. He has a knife through his right eye.)
DAVE’S IMAGE: Help, Melissa.
(MELISSA quickly wheels the cart to the front of the store. The cart has a bad wheel.)
MELISSA: (picking up POLLY) We’re going home, Polly. Please, don’t do this to Mommy.
(Nearby, there is the sound of breaking glass as a woman drops her basket and begins clawing at her eyes. MELISSA runs out of the store with POLLY as everyone in the store begins clawing at their eyes. DAVE comes out of the back of the store and sees what is happening. He suddenly claws at his eyes, then runs back to his phone and dials 911.)
DAVE: It’s Dave, down at the Super Saver.
Send whoever you got on duty.
(Dave sees a fuzzy reflection of the doll in the metal door of a meat locker.)
DOLL’S IMAGE: I want to play.
(DAVE pulls out a knife as if to attack the doll, but then aims the knife at his own eye. He is struggling against himself, but the knife moves closer to his right eye. The camera cuts away just as we hear him scream. Doll is still reflected on locker, watching.)

Opening Credits
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BLACK HOUSE

For David Gernert and Ralph Vicinanza.

You take me to a place I never go,
You send me kisses made of gold,
I 'll place a crown upon your curls,
All hail the Queen of the World!
-The Jayhawks.

Right Here and Now . . .....RIGHT HERE AND NOW,as an old friend used to say,we are in the fluid present,where clear-sightedness never guarantees perfect vision. Here:about two hundred feet,the height of a gliding eagle,above Wisconsin's far western edge,where the vagaries of the Mississippi River declare a natural border.Now:an early Friday morning in mid-July a few years into both a new century and a new millennium,their way-ward courses so hidden that a blind man has a better chance of seeing what lies ahead than you or I.Right here and now,the hour is just past six a.m., and the sun stands low in the cloudless eastern sky,a fat,confi-dent yellow-white ball advancing as ever for the first time toward the fu-ture and leaving in its wake the steadily accumulating past,which darkens as it recedes,making blind men of us all.

Below,the early sun touches the river 's wide,soft ripples with molten highlights.Sunlight glints from the tracks of the Burlington Northern Santa Fe Railroad running between the riverbank and the backs of the shabby two-story houses along County Road Oo,known as Nailhouse Row,the lowest point of the comfortable-looking little town extending uphill and eastward beneath us.

At this moment in the Coulee Country, life seems to be holding its breath.The motionless air around us carries such remarkable purity and sweetness that you might imagine a man could smell a radish pulled out of the ground a mile away.

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