Dark City Page #4
- R
- Year:
- 1998
- 100 min
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SCHREBER:
Schreber, Madame... Doctor Sch...
Suddenly EMMA WALKER is standing in the doorway - she's in her
early thirties, red hair, attractive, but looking like she hasn't
slept much.
SCHREBER:
(Cont.)
You are Emma?
EMMA:
What do you want?
SCHREBER:
It's about your husband.
EMMA:
You know where he is?
SCHREBER:
Not exactly...
(pauses - smiles)
May I come in?
Emma and her mother move aside and let Schreber pass.
INT. EMMA'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
ANOTHER ANGLE LEADS Schreber into the room as he sits on a sofa -
he has to clear away clothes to make a space for himself.
SCHREBER:
I'm John's doctor. He was coming to
me regularly. Did he mention
anything about this to you?
EMMA:
He said he needed emotional support,
but I didn't know he was seeing
anyone...
SCHREBER:
When was the last time you spoke to
him?
EMMA:
Three weeks ago.
(beat)
We've been separated for awhile,
and...
SCHREBER:
Yes - I know. Do you think I
could have some water? I'm a little
parched.
Emma's mother smiles and heads for the kitchen, an adjoining
room.
SCHREBER:
(Cont.)
Emma, I'm here because I think John
is in trouble - I'm not sure what
kind exactly, but I know we must
find him.
Schreber accepts a glass from Emma's mother.
SCHREBER:
(Cont.)
Thankyou.
EMMA:
Do you know why he stopped calling
me?
OLD WOMAN:
He's irresponsible, that's why.
Emma's four months pregnant,
y'know...
EMMA:
Mother.
Schreber drinks in big gulps - nearly the whole thing.
SCHREBER:
Good. I was so thirsty.
He puts the glass down.
SCHREBER:
(Cont.)
When I spoke to him, John was very
confused. He seemed lost.
EMMA:
I don't understand...
SCHREBER:
I'm afraid I mean that literally.
He's lost himself - his identity.
He has no understanding of who he
is.
Emma sits, looks at the floor.
EMMA:
How did this happen?
SCHREBER:
I don't know. The important thing
is we must help him. He may contact
you. You must get him to tell you
where he is, then call me
immediately.
He places a business card on the coffee table.
SCHREBER:
(Cont.)
Do not try and reason with him,
Emma. Please leave that to me. It
is very important you call me.
Emma just nods.
BUMSTEAD is moving quickly. He passes a grey-haired uniformed cop,
OFFICER HUSSELBECK, pacing in the opposite direction.
HUSSELBECK:
'Evening, Bumstead.
BUMSTEAD:
(nods)
Husselbeck.
(points at Husselbeck's
shoe)
Lace is untied.
Husselbeck looks down. Bumstead doesn't lie.
Husselbeck crouches to tie his shoe, as Bumstead KEEPS MOVING,
rounds a corner and is gone.
SEVERAL ANGLES - as Bumstead paces with determination through the
corridors of PRECINCT 7. Like everything else in the city the
station is cast, desolate, and decrepit. Not much sign of police
activity, but voices and ringing phones are heard echoing from a
distance.
HIS P.O.V.
A door - KOWOLSKI: DETECTIVE/INSPECTOR on the frosted glass.
Bumstead stands, pushes into the office.
INT. KOWOLSKI'S OFFICE - NIGHT
INSIDE Chaos - paperwork everywhere, dozens of used coffee cups,
rotting food in greasy paper bags. Bumstead shakes his head slowly.
BUMSTEAD:
A shame...
He starts to look around.
TIGHT ON FILING CABINET - a drawer is pulled open. Kowolskiís
files are also a mess.
Bumstead continues to shake his head. He reaches for a file. A
loud SNAP!
BUMSTEAD:
(Cont.)
YAAAAAAAAAH!
He recoils. A mousetrap has caught his fingers. He pulls it off
his hand, throws it to the floor, cursing.
BUMSTEAD:
(Cont.)
Dammit!
VOICE O.S.
Excuse me...
Bumsteads spins to see a tall, stiff-looking woman of about thirty
- this is PATRICIA CRENSHAW.
CRENSHAW:
I didn't mean to startle you. I'm
Patricia Crenshaw, your new
assistant.
She puts out her hand.
CRENSHAW:
(Cont.)
The Chief-Inspector assigned me. He
thought you could use some help.
Bumstead raises an eyebrow.
CRENSHAW:
(Cont.)
He was quite specific. He said you
needed someone to keep track of your
appointments.
BUMSTEAD:
I see.
He takes her hand tentatively. They shake.
CRENSHAW:
I can also take short hand. I type
over forty words per minute, and...
BUMSTEAD:
Yes, fine, but I'm very busy right
now as you can see...
CRENSHAW:
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