he is in terror. but he is also in a state of near-trance.
he glances at rachel. although pascow has spoken in a fairly loud voice--and the opening door was like a bomb--she's still fast asleep. louis looks back toward pascow. and then gets out of bed. he's naked except for a pair of pajama bottoms.
he reaches the bedroom doorway himself and looks back at:
he recoils and stumbles backward with a cry. he hits a tool-rack on the wall and a lot of them fall down with a loud jangling
he gets slowly to his feet again. he's getting over his fright but we can see he's totally freaked out by what gave him that fright. he goes to the garage door and looks out.
turns his head, preparatory to leaping out.
staring at the rat. over this: the sound of jet engines.
pascow the soil of a man's heart is stonier, doc--
he pulls the doctor-bag out. his original hope is now tempered with the first signs of fear. he begins to go through the doctor- bag. suddenly he brings out a case and opens it. the case is empty, but the indented shape is clear. there was a scalpel in this case. but not anymore.
he goes over and picks up the shoe. it's a three-quarter heel, and it's pretty badly scuffed. rachel, after all, did some pretty hard travelling to get here.
he takes one of the loaded syringes from his pocket.
he gets down on his hands and knees and examines the bloodstain. he sees the skirt on the bedspread. he lifts it. he is nose to nose with jud, who is dead with his eyes open, an expression of incredible horror on his face.
he screams and backs against the wall. twang! the last silver thread parts.