CARRIE Screenplay by D. Lawrence Cohen based on the novel by Stephen King SECOND DRAFT 20 January 1976"CARRIE" FADE IN: From an absolutely glistening WHITE -- an image which first appears to be a brilliantly shining glass globe, and then gradually becomes more of a piece of solid matter, less of a mystery, It's the EXT. WHITE BUNGALOW (OR HOUSE) - DAY 1 FILLING THE FRAME like a picture postcard. Modest, old-fashioned, spotless -- a vision of small town normalcy and virtue. This is the home of MARGARET WHITE and her daughter CARRIE. It seems to have been scrubbed from roof to porch; it is white. Even the lawn seems to have been washed and bleached. Antiseptic. We hear a woman's voice: MARGARET (0.8.) Carrie! Carrie! The voice is distant but insistent. It is heard, in perspective, through the following prologue, which initially involves: STELLA HORAN - DAY 2 An All-American sunbathing beauty of eighteen, getting the tan of her life with only a skimpy white bikini running interference between her skin and the sun. The CAMERA SLOWLY PANS OVER the expanse of her body -- luxuriantly, taking it in inch for inch as she dreamily rubs in suntan lotion and licks her lips. The MUSIC is coming from a transistor radio by her side; she's on a beach blanket in the Horan back yard. DOWNWARDS ANGLE ~ STELLA x) as she senses someone standing over her, someone staring at her body through the half-grown hedge which separates the Horan yard from the White house next door. VOICE (0.8.) What are those?STELLA'S POV - CARRIE WHITE 4 A terribly appealing little girl, a child of indeter- minate age. Pink cheeks, 2 halo of blonde-white hair which will darken in time. What sets her apart from other children, however, are a pair of bright button brown eyes; and it is these eyes that wenetice as She peers at Stella through the hedge. STELLA Hiya, Carrie. Gee you gave me a fright. (turning down the radio) How long have you been there? CARRIE (not smiling; pointing with her finger) What are those? Stella looks where Carrie is pointing: the top of her bikini has slipped, just barely revealing her breasts =- white against the golden tan. Stella adjusts her suit -- not out of any particular modesty of her own but as a reflex at being stared at so strangely. STELIA . Those are my breasts, honey. CARRIE (a beat; then, solemnly) I wish I had some. STELLA You will. ‘Course you'll have to wait a couple of years, but -- CARRIE (a fact) No I won't. STELLA Why, sure you will. CARRIE (emphatic ) No I won't. (glancing be- hind her) Momma says no... Momma says good girls don't. (CONTINUED)