off big hunk of ice. He seems to enjoy all these physical activities, grins tightly, exposing his teeth. Sticks ice pick into wall as if he were stabbing an enemy. Holds pitcher over his head whirling it rapidly so the drink sloshes over and ice rattles loudly, liquid running down his bare brown muscular arm. He drinks out of pitcher
.
82] INTERIOR. BEDROOM. BABY DOLL IN DAMP SLIP ROOTING IN CLOSET FOR A FRESH DRESS.
She hears ice rattling in pitcher. Pauses. Cocks head, listening apprehensively. Makes sure door is locked
.
83] INTERIOR. MEIGHANS’ BEDROOM—A DIFFERENT ANGLE. BABY DOLL.
Her slip hangs half off one great globular breast, gleaming with sweat. She listens intently
.
84] INTERIOR. HALL AND STAIRWAY OF MEIGHAN HOUSE. VACARRO SOFTLY CLIMBING STAIRS. CAMERA FOLLOWS VACARRO INTO ROOMS ACROSS HALL FROM BEDROOM—THEN INTO CHILD’S NURSERY—
Never used. Hobby horse, small fenced bed, Mother Goose pictures on wall. He sits astride wooden horse, lashes its rump with the whip and rocks on it
.
85] INTERIOR. MEIGHANS’ BEDROOM. BABY DOLL SPRINGS UP FROM FLOOR.
Baby Doll unlocks the door and peers anxiously into ball. The noise stops
.
BABY DOLL : Archie Lee! Is that you?
[
Vacarro
(
out of sight
)
gives a soft wolf-whistle
.]
BABY DOLL : Who’s that? Who’s in there?
[
She crosses the ball into the nursery
.]
86] INTERIOR. NURSERY. VACARRO SLIPPING INTO NEXT ROOM AS BABY DOLL ENTERS.
BABY DOLL [
nervously
]: Hey! What’s goin’ on?
[
Whip slap and soft mocking laughter, barely audible
.]
BABY DOLL : Mr. Vacarro? Are you in that room?
[
She crosses fearfully and enters the next room, Vacarro slipping out just brfore her entrance. Now she is really frightened
.]
87] INTERIOR. EMPTY ROOM ADJOINING NURSERY—FULL SHOT. BABY DOLL ENTERS FEARFULLY.
BABY DOLL : You! Git outa my house! You got no right to come in! Where are you?
[
The door to the hall is locked. She hears the key turn in the lock. Gasps. Pounds door. Rushes back panting into nursery
.]
88] INTERIOR. NURSERY. BABY DOLL RUSHES IN.
BABY DOLL : Mr. Vacarro, stop playing hide and seek!
[
The soft mocking laughter comes from the ball
.]
I know it’s you! You’re making me very nervous! Mr. Vacarro!! Mr. Vacarro. . . . Mr. Vacarro. . . .
[
With each call she creeps forward a few steps. All of a sudden he springs at her, shouting
—]
SILVA [
sudden shout
]: BOO!
[
At this point the scene turns into a wild romp of children. She shrieks with laughter. He howls, shouts. She shrieks with terror. She giggles hysterically, running into the hall and starting down steps
.
[
He leaps upon banister and slides to foot of stairs. She turns on the stairs and runs through various rooms slamming doors, giggling hysterically as she runs. A spirit of abandon enters the flight and the pursuit. As he follows her into the bedroom, she throws a pillow at him. He does a comic pratfall, embracing the pillow
.
[
She shrieks with laughter. He lunges toward her, throwing the pillow at her fugitive figure
.
[
She is about to run downstairs, but he blocks the way. She screams and takes the steps to the attic
.]
89] INTERIOR. ATTIC.
Dusty late afternoon beams of light through tiny peaked windows in gables and a jumble of discarded things that have the poetry of things once lived with by the no-longer living
.
Baby Doll doesn’t stop to observe all this. She probably didn’t even expect to find herself in an attic. She rushes in, slams the door, discovers a rusty bolt and bolts it just as Vacarro arrives at the door
.
Her panting laughter expires as he pushes the door. She suddenly realizes the full import of her situation; gasps and backs away
.
SILVA : Open Sesame!!
BABY DOLL [
in a low, serious voice
]: The game is over. I’ve quit.
SILVA : That’s not fair, you’ve got to keep playing hide-and-seek till you’re it.
BABY DOLL : Mr. Vacarro, will you please go back downstairs so I can unlock the door of this attic and come out—because
.
82] INTERIOR. BEDROOM. BABY DOLL IN DAMP SLIP ROOTING IN CLOSET FOR A FRESH DRESS.
She hears ice rattling in pitcher. Pauses. Cocks head, listening apprehensively. Makes sure door is locked
.
83] INTERIOR. MEIGHANS’ BEDROOM—A DIFFERENT ANGLE. BABY DOLL.
Her slip hangs half off one great globular breast, gleaming with sweat. She listens intently
.
84] INTERIOR. HALL AND STAIRWAY OF MEIGHAN HOUSE. VACARRO SOFTLY CLIMBING STAIRS. CAMERA FOLLOWS VACARRO INTO ROOMS ACROSS HALL FROM BEDROOM—THEN INTO CHILD’S NURSERY—
Never used. Hobby horse, small fenced bed, Mother Goose pictures on wall. He sits astride wooden horse, lashes its rump with the whip and rocks on it
.
85] INTERIOR. MEIGHANS’ BEDROOM. BABY DOLL SPRINGS UP FROM FLOOR.
Baby Doll unlocks the door and peers anxiously into ball. The noise stops
.
BABY DOLL : Archie Lee! Is that you?
[
Vacarro
(
out of sight
)
gives a soft wolf-whistle
.]
BABY DOLL : Who’s that? Who’s in there?
[
She crosses the ball into the nursery
.]
86] INTERIOR. NURSERY. VACARRO SLIPPING INTO NEXT ROOM AS BABY DOLL ENTERS.
BABY DOLL [
nervously
]: Hey! What’s goin’ on?
[
Whip slap and soft mocking laughter, barely audible
.]
BABY DOLL : Mr. Vacarro? Are you in that room?
[
She crosses fearfully and enters the next room, Vacarro slipping out just brfore her entrance. Now she is really frightened
.]
87] INTERIOR. EMPTY ROOM ADJOINING NURSERY—FULL SHOT. BABY DOLL ENTERS FEARFULLY.
BABY DOLL : You! Git outa my house! You got no right to come in! Where are you?
[
The door to the hall is locked. She hears the key turn in the lock. Gasps. Pounds door. Rushes back panting into nursery
.]
88] INTERIOR. NURSERY. BABY DOLL RUSHES IN.
BABY DOLL : Mr. Vacarro, stop playing hide and seek!
[
The soft mocking laughter comes from the ball
.]
I know it’s you! You’re making me very nervous! Mr. Vacarro!! Mr. Vacarro. . . . Mr. Vacarro. . . .
[
With each call she creeps forward a few steps. All of a sudden he springs at her, shouting
—]
SILVA [
sudden shout
]: BOO!
[
At this point the scene turns into a wild romp of children. She shrieks with laughter. He howls, shouts. She shrieks with terror. She giggles hysterically, running into the hall and starting down steps
.
[
He leaps upon banister and slides to foot of stairs. She turns on the stairs and runs through various rooms slamming doors, giggling hysterically as she runs. A spirit of abandon enters the flight and the pursuit. As he follows her into the bedroom, she throws a pillow at him. He does a comic pratfall, embracing the pillow
.
[
She shrieks with laughter. He lunges toward her, throwing the pillow at her fugitive figure
.
[
She is about to run downstairs, but he blocks the way. She screams and takes the steps to the attic
.]
89] INTERIOR. ATTIC.
Dusty late afternoon beams of light through tiny peaked windows in gables and a jumble of discarded things that have the poetry of things once lived with by the no-longer living
.
Baby Doll doesn’t stop to observe all this. She probably didn’t even expect to find herself in an attic. She rushes in, slams the door, discovers a rusty bolt and bolts it just as Vacarro arrives at the door
.
Her panting laughter expires as he pushes the door. She suddenly realizes the full import of her situation; gasps and backs away
.
SILVA : Open Sesame!!
BABY DOLL [
in a low, serious voice
]: The game is over. I’ve quit.
SILVA : That’s not fair, you’ve got to keep playing hide-and-seek till you’re it.
BABY DOLL : Mr. Vacarro, will you please go back downstairs so I can unlock the door of this attic and come out—because
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