
Bringing Out the Dead Page #15
MARCUS:
Ten-four.
Marcus hits the sirens and lights, accelerates to full speed.
The vodka spills; Frank grabs the dash.
MARCUS (CONT'D)
I'm coming, Love! I'm coming!
Marcus swings the bus wildly to avoid a cab, SKIDS into a
turn--and smack toward a parked truck. Frank covers his face
and screams.
CRASH! The back of the ambulance rams into the truck, the
rear windows shatter.
MARCUS (CONT'D)
Sh*t.
Frank looks around, realizes no one is hurt. He climbs out:
MARCUS (CONT'D)
Where you going?
FRANK:
I quit! I'm through!
MARCUS:
You can't leave me now.
Frank walks up Avenue A, leaving Marcus and the disabled
vehicle. The first rays of sun strike the buildings ahead.
CUT TO:
EXT. MERCY EMERGENCY--DAYBREAK
Frank turning the corner, checking his watch, about to enter
the Dark Bar across the corner from the hospital, watching
Noel run past him and away, skipping from one foot to the
other.
FRANK:
So long, Noel.
The Emergency doors open: Mary Burke, head down, looking
neither direction, walks away from Frank. Griss steps out
after her. Frank joins him:
FRANK (CONT'D)
What's going on, Griss?
GRISS:
Your friend there just untied the
water beggar. Griss was coming out
to thank her. Probably saved Griss a
murder charge.
(about Mary)
Having a tough time of it.
Mary starts to run. Frank follows. She pushes her way through
a group of high schoolers; Frank does likewise, keeping his
distance.
Five blocks later, Mary hesitates at a plaza outside the
Stuyvesant Town projects,
CUT TO:
EXT. STUYVESANT TOWN--MORNING
Frank stops a few steps away from Mary; Mary turns.
FRANK:
Excuse me. You seemed like you were
in trouble.
MARY:
(steps over)
I'm all right. I just can't stand to
see people tied up. I'm in the
waiting room for hours, listening to
Noel screaming. The only reason he's
screaming is 'cause he's tied up.
FRANK:
Don't seem so bad to me.
MARY:
Don't say that. I wanted to cut my
father loose too. They told me he
almost died and five minutes later
they say he's better and I go in.
It's killing me seeing him fighting
like that.
(gazes up building)
Look, since you're here, maybe you
could do me a favor. I need you to
wait for me outside this building,
okay? I have to visit a friend who's
sick.
FRANK:
Okay.
Mary takes a few steps, turns back.
MARY:
I'm only asking because it's a
dangerous building. There's been
some robberies, a woman was raped
not long ago. This woman I'm seeing,
she'll want to talk to me all day,
but if I can point to you out the
window and say you're waiting, I can
be out quick. if anything happens,
I'll be in apartment 16M.
FRANK:
Maybe I should come up with you.
MARY:
If I'm not back in fifteen minutes,
hit the buzzer. That way she'll let
me go.
FRANK:
Nothing's going to happen. I'll come
with you.
MARY:
No, I'll be fine. I'm just visiting
a sick friend.
She walks into the building. He follows.
CUT TO:
INT. ELEVATOR--DAY
The dinged metal doors shudder shut as Frank follows Mary
into the graffittied elevator. It jumps three feet upwards,
stops, then continues, metal scraping concrete at each passing
floor.
MARY:
I shouldn't have asked you to come.
FRANK:
You asked me not to come.
MARY:
Promise you won't go inside.
FRANK:
Fifteen minutes.
MARY:
I just have to relax a little. Not
feel so guilty all the time.
FRANK:
We can still go back. I'll walk you
home. You sleep a couple of hours,
watch some TV, take a bath.
MARY:
Don't be a cop. If you have any doubts
about this, it's my fault.
The elevator jerks to a stop; the doors open.
CUT TO:
INT. SIXTEENTH FLOOR--MORNING
Mary turns to Frank:
MARY:
You go on home, okay. I'm fine,
really. I don't need you. Thanks.
Mary pushes the bell at 16M. KANITA, 25, wearing a paisley
robe, opens the doors and says:
KANITA:
Hey Cy, guess who's here?
COATES (O.S.)
Mary ...
The elevator doors close on Frank.
CUT TO:
INT. LOBBY--MORNING
Frank paces past the sleeping security guard, checks his
watch.
He presses the elevator button.
CUT TO:
INT. THE OASIS--MORNING
The door to 16M opens:
KANITA:
Can I help you?
FRANK:
Mary Burke. She's a friend.
KANITA:
She's not here.
Frank pushes past her.
KANITA (CONT'D)
Wait a minute. You can't go in.
CY COATES, 45, light-skinned black, stands in the smoky room.
Dark curtained windows block the sunlight; a dirty fish tank
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