Concussion Page #7
SULLIVAN:
You’re going to pay for them
yourself.
BENNET:
Please proceed, Gracie, thank you.
(and as he exits, slipping
off his smock)
And proceeds up the stairs-
BENNET (CONT’D)
(to himself; prayerful; he
does that)
He is a child of God, like you. You
fought your battles for you. And
you are still here.
(and enters--)
INT. WECHT’S OFFICE - ALLEGHENY COUNTY CORONER
Bennet stands in front of Wecht’s desk. Wecht, in a suit now,
doing up a tie, reading Bennet’s test orders. (We get a
glimpse at the list: Tau -- Beta-Amyloid -- TDP-43 protein --
Ubiquitin -- Alpha-synuclein -- silver staining -)
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WECHT:
In forty years, I’ve never
requested a panel of tests like
this. What are you looking for?
BENNET:
There isn’t a case, in a book or in
life, where a man that healthy,
went that crazy that young, with no
visible abnormalities of the brain.
(MORE)
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BENNET (CONT'D)
(then)
I don’t know. What I’m looking for.
WECHT:
I can tell. It’s going to cost you
a fortune.
(then, relenting)
If you have to play hero, just make
sure we both come out okay.
And there it is. Bennet’s on his own. And-
47 INT. BENNET’S CONDO - DAY
Prema at the TV. She has new clothes. Jeans, t-shirt.
American. She’s watching a special on Webster’s career.
Narration of hand-to-hand combats UNDER an elegiac score.
Studying all this. Webster. Football. America.
(Domestic touches have appeared. Pillows on the couch.
Flowers for the table.)
Prema crosses to the refrigerator. Actual food in there now.
Reaches for a Tupperware. Peels the lid, and--
Inside, a bisected half brain. Gray, sinewy. Floating in a
pool of formalin. Label says “Michael Lewis Webster”.
She glances to the TV, to A TIGHT of Webster’s face. Black
helmet. “52”. Fierce eyes behind the cage.
DAUGHTER (PRE-LAP)
Mom, dad’s sitting outside again.
48 INT./EXT. STRZELCZYK HOME - PITTSBURGH SUBURBS - DAY
Keana tidying her daughter’s bathroom. Pauses by a window.
Sees Strzelczyk sitting in the rain, in the yard.
KEANA STRZELCZYK
Justin you weirdo. You keep doing
that-
She heads down. Stops by the front door. Post-its on the
wall:
“The people are Evil. God speaks to me. He says we haveto get to higher ground--”
SON:
(coming up behind her)
Daddy made these pictures for me-
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And hands Keana a stack of crayon drawings. Dark forest.
Chaotic sky. Inspired, but apocalyptic. What the f***? And-
She heads out there. We STAY LONG, from the doorway, as Keana
heads toward her husband. RECEDING IN FRAME until she gets to
him. Their daughter steps into view, watching, as--
She reaches him, and we don’t hear what she says, it can’t
have been much. Then his massive arm lifts toward her. Stops.
He turns his head toward her. The look on his face. What he
screams.
She stumbles back, what she’s seen, slipping drops like she’s
been shot, and as she scrambles away from him, we cut to-
49 INT. AUTOPSY CHAMBER - ALLEGHENY COUNTY CORONER - NIGHT
Bennet at a dissection table, meticulous, measuring. Alone
with a half dozen bodies waiting to be dissembled and solved.
Clock says 1 AM. In his ear phones-
DONNIE MCCLURKIN/CD (OVER)
(”We Fall Down”)
For a saint is just a sinner who
fell down/But we couldn’t stay
there/And got up-
Suddenly, Bennet shuts off the music. Turns to listen, as if
to someone speaking--
The bodies are dermal shells. Open eyes vacant.
BENNET:
I apologize.
And slips the cover over the microscope. Graveyard shift Tech
waves him down.
GRAVEYARD TECH:
You got something today. Left it on
your desk.
50 OMIT
A51 INT. CITY BUS (MOVING) - NIGHT
Prema sits bundled in hat and scarf. One of three passengers
left (one of them asleep). Near the end of the line.
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51 EXT. STREETS AROUND BENNET’S CONDO - NIGHT
Bennet’s car turns a corner as his POV sees Prema step offthe bus across the street.
He pulls over, opens the passenger side door. (A lab/slidetray in the seat; he picks it up, makes room.)
BENNET:
(calls out to her)
Hi. It’s very late-PREMA
I have a shift now. At a home.
Changing old people. Feeding them.
(and as she shrugs, it’sher work-)
BENNET:
Let me take you home.
(and she spots the tray ofslides on his lap--)
PREMA:
What’s that?
BENNET:
Mike Webster.
(and now we find--)
52 INT. BENNET’S CONDO - 30 MIN LATER
Bennet standing over the kitchen table. Over the microscope.
The Webster tray before him. Amidst his medical journals andbooks. He’s still in his coat. Tapping the books back intoplace. Looks back to--
Prema. Sitting on the floor, who has turned on the TV and iswatching football clips on ESPN. Bennet, moderately annoyed,
still not used to another live body in his space.
BENNET:
Do you need me to get you a TV foryour room?
PREMA:
No, this one will be fine.
The books and journals-BENNET
You were reading these?
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She nods, Uh huh. Nonplussed. She has one of them on her lap. *
Occasionally glancing at football. This confuses him. *
BENNET (CONT’D) *
Prema. What are you doing? *
PREMA *
I am studying. *
But what she’s really doing is waiting. And giving him space. *
She feels his anxiety. (She feels everything about him.) His *
anxiety is her anxiety. *
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Now Bennet opens the sleeve o slides. Stares at the them. *
Focused.
PREMA (CONT’D)
(nervous herself) *
What does Iron Mike say?
BENNET:
I don’t know.
PREMA *
I can’t tell what you are more
afraid of. What you will find, or
what you won’t.
Bennet looks at her. Understands. *
He turns to the microscope. Wipes a slide on his sleeve. *
Loads it. Peers. Goes still--*
His fingers calibrating the foci like pianist’s fingers, like
delicate multi-jointed spider legs.
But he’s not seeing much. Wipes another. Loads it. Not
getting anything he gets up. Stands, thinking. Sits, wipes,
loads another. This one particular slide.
We find Prema studying Bennet now. She’s turned off the TV. *
She’s waiting, as--*
We’re TIGHT ON BENNET’S HANDS. They are now gripping the *
dissection table. He has seen something.*
Another slide. Another. Back to the first. He stands. Sits. *
BENNET:
Oh my god.
(half standing now)
Oh my god what is this? What the
hell is this?
(then)
This is the brain of an 85-year
old.
PREMA:
Iron Mike was 50. Please, can I
see?
BENNET:
(loads a different slide
and steps aside--)
This is what your brain looks like-(
she puts her face to the
microscope and sees--)
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A white snowy field. PUSH IN CLOSER: shapes appear. Cells,
neurons. Faint, clean, pristine. Like snowflakes.
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BENNET (CONT’D)
This is Mike Webster.
(loads the other, and--)
We see ugly reddish-brown splotches bleeding across thepristine snow-field, drowning the snowflakes alive.
BENNET (CONT’D)
That brown stuff is tau. It’s a
protein that moves in clumps calledneurofibrillary tangles. Thetangles strangle the neurons frominside out.
(how to explain)
Think of it like pouring wetconcrete down kitchen pipes. That’swhat it does in the brain. Chokes
it.
PREMA:
What does that do?
BENNET:
It turns you into someone else.
Someone you don’t know.
(--)
I’ve never seen a brain like this
in a man this young. I’ve neverheard of a brain this damaged in
any man.
Bennet goes to the fridge. Pulls the container of brain. Ahalf loaf left. As he cuts a thin slice-*
PREMA:
What are you doing?
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BENNET:
Testing it again. I have to besure. I have to be completely sure-*
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AND NOW START AN EXTENDED FAST-MOVING SEQUENCE OF CUTS AND
DISSOLVES, starting in--
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53 BENNET’S CONDO - ACCELERATED TIME
With Bennet bent over books and journals which grow andchange. Bennet doesn’t move, as “Bennet” returns with anotherbox. Then two more. Books and journals multiplying.
“Multiple traumatic cerebral hemorrhages, 1924” --
“Observations on the pathology of insidious dementiafollowing head injury, 1959”-
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