The Crazies

T H E C R A Z I E S CURRENT REVISIONS BY RAY WRIGHT FROM A SCRIPT BY SCOTT KOSAR BASED ON THE FILM BY GEORGE ROMERO DRAFT 02/20/07 EXT. OLD PRAIRIE ROAD - NIGHT It's DUSK. The DIN of night insects is all around. We're trudging along a rutted dirt road toward a glow on the horizon... EXT. BALL FIELD, OGDEN MARSH HIGH SCHOOL, KANSAS - NIGHT A baseball game being played under the lights behind the local high school. STUDENTS, FACULTY, TOWNSPEOPLE fill the wooden bleachers. It's the regional playoffs. Everybody is here. The MAYOR, the PASTOR, the FIRE CHIEF, all the VIPs a small town has to offer. Even the town sheriff has turned up for the end of the game. He parks his cruiser in the overflow lot and comes down the hill to the diamond, keys jangling on his belt beside a holstered gun he never uses. DAVID DUTTON. Easy-going. Second-generation sheriff. Pillar of the community. Trading a dozen hellos, clapping some old timer on the shoulder, giving the coach a thumbs-up about the score, he comes around the backstop to the little CONCESSIONS TRAILER. Sets his hat on the counter. Handsome. Grinning with hometown pride. DAVID They're playin' well, Kev, they're playin' awful damn well. Win this one they could have a shot. (to Vendor's wife in b.g.) Hey Linda. She nods hi. The VENDOR pours him a cup of coffee, on the house. VENDOR Fryeburg's tough. They'd be next. DAVID (smile fades) Fryeburg, yeah. Shit. Well, one at a time, one at a time.