Dark City Page #19

The front door creaks open and Walker enters.

MOVING ANGLE - as the nurse silently watches Walker step up to her

desk.

WALKER:

I'm here to see the doctor.

NURSE:

Who should I say..?

He leans across her desk.

WALKER:

No idea. Just get him. Now.

The nurse looks frightened.

SCHREBER O.S.

Mister Walker.

Walker turns to see Schreber standing in a doorway across the room.

INT. SCHREBER'S SURGERY - LATER

THE CAMERA GLIDES down a corridor, towards a door - a sign says,

DOCTOR IS:
IN.

INT. SCHREBER'S OFFICE

Walker sits in a leather chair across from an ornate desk.

WALKER:

I want some answers.

Schreber paces in front of glassjars containing preserved specimens.

He looks impatient, lost in thought.

SCHREBER:

Yes. Of course.

(looks at Walker -

smile)

And you remember nothing? Not even

a detail?

Schreber steps across to a small bar, pulls out a couple of glasses.

WALKER:

You think I haven't tried? It's

like there was never anything there.

(calms himself)

Just waves.

SCHREBER:

Waves?

WALKER:

The sound of waves. I remember a

woman. I don't even know what she

looks like - just her voice.

Walker removes the bottle of pills from his pocket as he speaks, and

tries to open the lid. His hands are trembling so much, he drops

the bottle and they spill everywhere.

WALKER:

(Cont.)

Dammit.

SCHREBER:

What's this about?

Walker is down on the floor, picking up pills. He stops, looks up.

WALKER:

Another head-ache. I haven't been

sleeping much...

SCHREBER:

Why not?

WALKER:

Because when I sleep, I dream.

SCHREBER:

I have something better...

He hands Walker a glass. Walker notices that Schreber's hand is

shaking.

Walker accepts the glass.

Schreber toasts him and drinks. Walker places his own glass down on

a table without touching it.

SCHREBER:

(Cont.)

What does she say? This woman.

WALKER:

Asks my name. Over and over. Like

a broken record. Only thing is, I

got no idea what my name is.

SCHREBER:

Your name is John Walker.

Walker says nothing but you can tell he doesn't believe it.

SCHREBER:

(Cont.)

Tell me about these dreams of

yours...

Walker stands.

WALKER:

(cuts in)

Why don't I ask you a few questions.

SCHREBER:

If you like.

WALKER:

You're supposed to be my doctor,

right?

SCHREBER:

Correct.

Walker is very agitated now, his voice is getting edgy. He reaches

across abruptly, GRABS the doctor.

WALKER:

(angry now - shouting)

You know something about me, out

with it! Let's stop playing stupid

games! There's something completely

insane going on here. I want you to

start talking!

The doctor is obviously frightened.

SCHREBER:

Please, John, I'm here to help you.

But we must take things in easy

steps...

Walker backs off. Tries to calm himself. He sees his drink waiting

for him, grabs it, and downs it in a single gulp.

INT. STREET - NIGHT

Bumstead is getting into his car, deep in thought, when his radio

crackles.

CRENSHAW O.S.

Inspector. Hello, inspector.

He grabs the radio.

BUMSTEAD:

Crenshaw.

CRENSHAW O.S.

Inspector, I've been trying to reach

you for twenty minutes. I have

something to report...

INT. HALL-WAY (SCHREBER'S RESIDENCE) - LATER

Schreber's office is an annex of his living quarters - a maze-like

series of rooms and halls. Walker is led down a dark hall by

Schreber, clutching a candle.

SCHREBER:

Whole damn wing lost power.

Wiring's old. Keep meaning to get

it fixed.

(glances back at Walker)

I don't blame you for getting angry.

You are in a frustrating situation.

You must be patient. Trust me

completely.

Walker nods, extremely troubled.

SCHREBER:

(Cont.)

I'll do all I can to help you.

Schreber puts a hand on Walker's shoulder.

SCHREBER:

(Cont.)

Here we are.

They've stopped outside a door.

INT. EXAMINATION ROOM - SAME

A small bare room, much like an operating theatre. Clean and

efficient.

The door swings open to reveal Schreber.

SCHREBER:

After you.

Walker enters, looks around. When he turns to face the doctor

again, Schreber is holding a gun level at Walker's stomach.

SCHREBER:

(Cont.)

I want you to sit down in that

chair, and bind your hands with the

straps.

Walker looks incredulous.

WALKER:

What?

SCHREBER:

I didn't want it to be like this,

Mister Walker, but there really is

no time. Now, sit in the chair.

Walker steps over to the chair in question, notices there are

LEATHER STRAPS for wrists, ankles and head. He complies with the

Doctor's orders.

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