“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 (o.s.) Carrie! Carrie The voice is distant but insistent. It is heard, in perspective, through the following prologue, which initially involves: 2. STELLA HORAN – DAY 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 – luxuriant, 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. 3. DOWNWARDS ANGLE – STELLA As she senses someone standing over her, someone staring at her body through the halfgrown hedge which separates the Horan back yard from the White house next door. VOICE (O.S.) What are those?