An American Werewolf in London Page #10
ORDERLY:
(annoyed)
I'm an orderly, not a bleeding
psychiatrist! I push things about,
but I've little say what happens to
them.
ALEX:
Thank you.
Alex holds up her head and proceeds to David's room. She
hesitates, then peeks in.
The curtains are drawn and David's lunch waits patiently on
its tray alongside of the bed. David is apparently asleep.
Alex enters softly.
ALEX:
(softly)
Mr. Kessler?
DAVID:
(lifeless)
Yes?
ALEX:
You haven't eaten your lunch.
DAVID:
I'm not very hungry, thank you.
ALEX:
I'm afraid you have to eat something.
DAVID:
Please, really. I'm not hungry.
ALEX:
You put me in an awkward position,
Mr. Kessler.
DAVID:
How is that?
ALEX:
(she shakes the paper
cup)
Well, you're to take these after
you've eaten. Now what kind of nurse
would I be if I failed in so simple
a task as giving out some pills?
DAVID:
Leave the pills. I'll take them later.
ALEX:
Sorry.
She opens the curtains, daylight fills the room.
DAVID:
Aw come on, Miss Price!
ALEX:
Call me Alex.
DAVID:
Aw come on, Alex!
ALEX:
Shall I be forced to feed you, Mr.
Kessler?
David is getting interested.
DAVID:
Call me David.
ALEX:
Shall I be forced to feed you, David?
DAVID:
This is absurd. I'm not hungry. I
don't want any food.
ALEX:
Right.
Alex efficiently removes the covers from the dishes and sits
on the edge of the bed. Taking knife and fork in hand, she
neatly cuts David's food into pieces. David watches all this
amused. She places a napkin under David's chin and holds up
his first bite on his fork. David folds his arms and refuses
to open his mouth.
ALEX:
Let's try a little harder, shall we?
DAVID:
Will you give me a break?
Alex grabs David's nose forcing his mouth open quickly,
shoving the fork in it. David is startled, but amused and
chews his food slowly and swallows it. Alex holds up another
bite.
ALEX:
Will I have to take such drastic
action again, David?
David opens his mouth obediently. Alex almost smiles. She
feeds him for a while; they are both sizing each other up.
Finally:
DAVID:
May I have a glass of milk?
Alex smiles.
FADE OUT:
FADE IN:
Again we are running fast and faster. David again running
naked, flying through the green forest. He stops suddenly,
ears perked, he looks about and then we hear Jack's o.s.
screams. The voice of Jack screams:
JACK (O.S.)
David! David! Please help me! Oh
God! David! Oh my God!
David turns in blind panic, he runs (and we run with him)
desperately trying to find the source of Jack's screams.
He comes to a clearing in the woods, light streaming through
the tall trees. Jack's screams halt in mid-word. David looks
in disbelief at the clearing. There is a hospital bed with
someone in it. It is the same as David's.
David walks toward it slowly. The figure in the bed lays
still. It grows dark, very dark, and David looks up at the
full moon. There is a howl identical to the one heard earlier
back on the moors. David approaches the bed slowly, fearfully.
We hear ocean noises on the soundtrack, the sound of crashing
surf. David reaches out to pull back the covers, lightning
and thunder cause him to hesitate for a second. Silence. The
camera remains on David as he pulls off the covers. His face
registers total disbelief and increasing horror.
We cut to the bed to find - DAVID. He lies there, pale white
with purple lips and death pallor.
The camera begins to move in on the corpse of David.
Cut back to the standing David's terrified face; then continue
until David's death mask fills the screen. The face remains
still for several beats, then suddenly opens its bright yellow
eyes and red mouth revealing fangs in a bloodcurdling wail
which carries over in the...
CUT TO:
INT. HOSPITAL NURSES' STATION - NIGHT
Mrs. Hobbs hears David's screams and efficiently calls out...
MRS. HOBBS
Orderly! Miss Gallagher!
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