the ISLANDERS we have come to know. CAT is defiant: "you'll take these kids only over my dead and dismembered body," her face says. HATCH'S ROUND, HONEST FACE is full of tension and determination; MELINDA'S, full of FEAR AND DISMAY. We see others, too: JACK CARVER . . . FERD ANDREWS . . . UPTON BELL ... all afraid, all awed by the presence of the supernatural . . . and he is supernatural; they feel it.
Last of all, we look at ROBBIE, whose face is DRENCHED WITH SWEAT and whose hand is plunged deeply into the coat pocket where he has hidden his gun.
LINOGE taps his cane first against the bench to his left and then the bench to his right, just as he tapped at the sides of MARTHA'S gate. There is a HISSING SOUND; smoke drifts up from the CHARRED SPOTS that are left by the cane's touch. Those sitting closest to the aisles on these two sides SHRINK AWAY. It's the HOPEWELL FAMILY on the right STAN, MARY, and DAVEY. LINOGE SMILES at them, this time parting his lips enough to show the tips of his FANGS. All three HOPEWELLS see and react. MARY puts an arm around her son's shoulders and looks fearfully at LINOGE.
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LINOGE
Hello, Davey your day off from school would make quite an English composition, wouldn't it?
DAVEY doesn't reply. LINOGE looks at him a moment longer, still smiling.
LINOGE
Your father's a thief over the last six years or so he's stolen more than fourteen thousand dollars from that marine supply company he works for. He gambles with it. (And, confidentially:) He loses.
DAVEY turns and shoots a STARTLED, INCREDULOUS GLANCE at his father. "I don't believe it," that look says, not my dad, never my dad but for just an instant he sees NAKED GUILT and TRAPPED PANIC on STAN'S face. Only an instant, but enough to deeply shake a boy's trust in his previously idolized father.
DAVEY Dad ?
STAN HOPEWELL
I don't know who you are, mister, but you lie. (pause) You lie.
It's good, but not quite good enough. No one, including his own son and wife, believes him. LINOGE grins.
LINOGE TH Born in vice, say it twice . . . eh, Davey? At least twice.
His work with the HOPEWELLS done, a family's lifetime of trust ruined in seconds, LINOGE starts slowly down the center aisle toward the stage. Every eye that attempts to meet his falters and turns away; every cheek grows pale; every heart recalls its mistakes and deceptions. When he reaches JOHNNY HARRIMAN, LINOGE stops and smiles.
LINOGE
Well, Johnny Harriman! The fellow who burned down the planing mill across the reach there in Machias!
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JOHNNY HARRIMAN I ... you ... I never did!
LINOGE
(smiling) Of course you did! Two years ago, right after they fired you!
(switches to KIRK FREEMAN)
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And Kirk helped . . . didn't you? Of course you did after all, what are friends for?
(back to JOHNNY)
Seventy men lost their jobs, but you got your payback, and that's what matters, isn't it? Ayuh shoah, deah!
ISLANDERS are staring at JOHNNY as if they have never seen him before . . . and at KIRK. JOHNNY shrinks under that gaze until he's about a foot high.
KIRK
(to JOHNNY) There now, you dope. Lookit the trouble you got us into!
JOHNNY Shut up!
KIRK does, but it's too late. Smiling, LINOGE walks on toward the stage. Each person he looks at cringes like an oft-kicked dog. No eye will meet his. Every ISLANDER hopes LINOGE will not stop and speak to him or her, as he did to STAN and JOHNNY HARRIMAN.
LINOGE stops one more time, when he reaches JACK CARVER. JACK is sitting flanked by the two men LINOGE also mentioned in connection with the assault on the young gay man. JACK looks up quickly at LINOGE, then looks away. ALEX HABER and LUCIEN FOURNIER are equally uncomfortable.
LINOGE
You boys really ought to go see that gay fellow you beat up. You'd get a kick out of the eye patch he wears. That paisley eye patch.
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84 INTERIOR: ANGIE CARVER.
Frowning, curious. What is LINOGE saying about her husband . . . that he beat someone up? JACK wouldn't do something like that. Would he?
85 INTERIOR: RESUME CENTER AISLE OF TOWN MEETING HALL.
Shut up.
JACK (hardly more than a whisper)
LINOGE
Fellow's in one of those walk-ups on Canal Street, right behind Lisbon. I could give you the address. I don't know, maybe the three of you would like to take away the rest of his light.