An American Werewolf in London Page #13

ALEX:

(smiles)

All I am to you is a sex fantasy

then?

DAVID:

Now I'm embarrassed.

ALEX:

Good. I thought for a moment I was

the only embarrassed one in the room.

There is an awkward pause.

DAVID:

Where were we in the book?

Alex is relieved for something to break the tension.

ALEX:

(looking through the

book)

Let me see here.

FADE OUT:

FADE IN:

INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - MORNING

The black Orderly hustles in with David's breakfast tray,

busily setting up the tray on the table over the bed. He

awakens the sleeping David with his activity.

ORDERLY:

Ah you're up. Good morning and a

good day to you. We've quite a meal

for you here this morning. Bacon,

oatmeal, orange juice, and toast

with jam. Good stuff there. Now eat

it up and I'll be back for the dishes

when you've finished.

The Orderly exits. The drowsy David, who has been trying to

fully wake up during the Orderly's speech, notices his exit.

DAVID:

Good morning.

He looks at his food none too happily. He sticks a spoon

into the bowl of oatmeal and tastes is gingerly.

DAVID:

(in mock English accent)

Please, sir, I want some more.

He settles down to eating, reaches over to butter his toast

and drink his juice. While he eats, we hear Jack's o.s. voice.

JACK (O.S.)

Can I have a piece of toast?

David looks over to the o.s. Jack. Jack, behaving relaxed

and normal, sits in the chair last occupied by Alex. However,

Jack's appearance makes his casual manner all the more

surreal. He is as we left him butchered on the moors. He is

covered with dried mud and open wounds. Huge glistening gashes

abound on his body. His face is scratched, his throat is

badly torn, and his hair is matted with blood. In several

spots he has already begun to rot. He is a remarkably gruesome

sight, but his physical state seems not to affect him at

all.

JACK:

(pleasantly)

Nice to see you.

DAVID:

(unbelieving)

Get the f*** out of here, Jack.

JACK:

Thanks a lot.

DAVID:

(horrified)

This is too much. I can't handle

this.

JACK:

I'm aware that I don't look so great,

but I thought you'd be glad to see

me.

Jack gets up and takes a piece of toast from David's tray as

David watches amazed. Jack returns to his seat and takes a

bite out of his toast. David stares at Jack horrified.

JACK:

David! You're hurting my feelings.

DAVID:

(astounded)

Hurting your feelings? Has it occurred

to you that it may be unsettling to

have you rise from your grave to

visit me? Listen to me, I'm talking

to a hamburger!

JACK:

I'm sorry to be upsetting you, David,

but I had to come.

DAVID:

(aghast)

Aren't you supposed to be buried in

New York someplace?

JACK:

Yeah. Your parents came to my funeral.

I was surprised at how many people

came.

DAVID:

(resigned)

Why should you be surprised? You

were a very well-liked person.

JACK:

Debbie Klein cried a lot.

DAVID:

I can't stand it.

JACK:

So you know what she does? She's so

grief stricken she runs to find solace

in Rudy Levine's bed.

DAVID:

Rudy Levine the shmuck?

JACK:

Life mocks me even in death.

Jack takes another bite of toast.

DAVID:

(to himself)

I'm going completely crazy.

JACK:

(loud)

David!

DAVID:

(louder)

What?!

JACK:

David, now I know this may be hard

for you, but I have to warn you.

DAVID:

(shouting)

Warn me? Will you get out of here,

you meat loaf?

JACK:

I'm a grisly sight, it's true; but I

love you and that's why I'm here.

You've got to know.

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