I Walked with a Zombie Page #10
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BETSY:
(narrating)
I don't know how their own love is
revealed to other women -- maybe in
their sweethearts' arms -- I don't
know. To me it came that night
after Paul Holland almost thrust me
from the room, and certainly thrust
me from his life. I said to myself,
"I love him." And even as I said
it, I knew he still loved his wife.
Then because I loved him, I felt I
had to restore her to him -- to
make her what she had been before --
to make him happy.
As the narrator's voice ceases, the CAMERA HOLDS ON that
small, silent figure before the fountain.
FADE OUT:
FADE IN:
INT. MRS. HOLLAND'S BEDROOM -- DAY
Jessica is seated before the triptych mirror, facing it
blankly. At the other end of the room stand Betsy and Dr.
Maxwell. Paul, his back to the window, faces them.
HOLLAND:
All that you say comes down to the
same thing. You are asking me to
pass a sentence of life or death on
my own wife.
DR. MAXWELL
Insulin shock treatment is an
extreme measure, Mr. Holland.
But -- as Miss Connell pointed out
when she suggested it -- this is an
extreme case.
HOLLAND:
(to Betsy)
You admit that it is terribly
dangerous. Why do you advise it?
BETSY:
I've worked with it. I've seen
cures. It is at least a hope.
DR. MAXWELL
It's the very danger itself that
makes the cure possible, Mr.
Holland. The insulin produces a
state of coma, a stupor. The
patient is revived from the coma by
a violent overwhelming nerve shock.
That nerve shock can kill -- but it
can also restore the damaged mind.
HOLLAND:
I don't know -- I don't know--
DR. MAXWELL
(sympathetically)
It is a hard decision to make --
but yours is only a technical
responsibility...
HOLLAND:
Technical responsibility, real
responsibility -- what difference
does it make?
(turns back to face them)
Jessica lives -- or she dies.
That's what we're talking about!
Betsy turns and looks across the room to where Jessica sits
motionless before the mirror.
BETSY:
You are wrong, Mr. Holland.
She turns back to face him.
BETSY (cont'd)
It is not a question of life or
death. Your wife is not living.
She is in a world that is empty of
joy or meaning. We have a chance
to give her life back to her.
Holland stares at her. He turns to the window and stands for
a moment with his back to the room.
DISSOLVE:
OMITTED:
INT. ARCHED DOORWAY OF MRS. HOLLAND'S BEDROOM -- NIGHT
Through the doorway we see the enormous shadows of Betsy and
Dr. Maxwell on the wall as they work over their patient.
We hear the murmur of their voices although we cannot hear
what they are saying. In the doorway itself, leaning against
the wall looking toward the room expectantly, anxiously, is
Holland, half hidden in the shadows of the arch. The shadows
on the wall straighten up. We see Betsy in shadow drawing
her hand wearily across her forehead. Still in shadow, she
turns toward the door, her shadow grows enormous as she comes
toward the source of light.
As Betsy comes under the arch, Holland moves to meet her.
She turns to him.
HOLLAND:
(tensely)
Well?
BETSY:
She is alive, Mr. Holland -- that's
all.
There is a little pause. Then Betsy looks at Holland, her
eyes glistening with tears. Betsy turns away slightly,
closing her eyes for a moment to steady herself. Holland
puts his hands on her shoulders and turns her back to face
him.
HOLLAND:
(gently)
Don't take it to heart, Betsy.
BETSY:
I imagined this so differently...
Holland takes his hand from her shoulders.
HOLLAND:
I've been waiting here for hours,
trying to imagine Jessica well
again -- wondering what I'd feel.
I could see Jessica as she used to
be, I could hear her say in that
sweet mocking voice, "Paul,
darling..." The whole thing
beginning all over again...
BETSY:
(dully)
And instead, I came -- bringing
you nothing.
HOLLAND:
(slowly looking down at
her)
Instead -- you come, with sympathy,
Betsy, and a generous heart.
Don't forget that. Don't call it
nothing.
Betsy turns wearily and returns to the sick room. Holland is
about to follow her when he hears a low chuckle and turns to
see who it is.
INT. THE PASSAGE TO THE TOWER DOOR AS SEEN FROM JESSICA'S
ROOM -- DAY
A few feet from Holland, leaning against the wall, is Rand.
He has evidently been there some time. He is not drunk, but
it is obvious he has been drinking. Holland walks down the
short corridor toward him.
RAND:
Very sad, very sweet. The noble
husband and the noble nurse
comforting each other -- because
the patient still lives. I've been
imagining too, Paul. You didn't
think of that, did you? I saw
Jessica coming across the garden, I
heard her voice.
THERE ARE TWO PAGES MISSING AT THIS POINT WHERE PAUL AND
WESLEY END THEIR CONVERSATION. THE SCRIPT PICKS UP IN THE
MIDDLE OF THE NEXT SCENE JUST AFTER ALMA'S SISTER HAS VISITED
WITH HER BABY.
BETSY:
I suppose not.
ALMA:
Things so bad, nobody can help --
not even Doctor Maxwell.
BETSY:
Doctors and nurses can only do so
much, Alma. They can't cure
everything.
ALMA:
Doctors that are people can't cure
everything.
BETSY:
(with a puzzled look)
What do you mean -- "doctors that
are people"?
ALMA:
(slowly, almost sing-song)
There are other doctors...Yes,
other doctors...Better doctors...
BETSY:
Where?
ALMA:
At the Houmfort.
BETSY:
(shaking off the idea)
That's nonsense, Alma.
ALMA:
They even cure nonsense, Miss
Betsy. Mama Rose was mindless. I
was at the Houmfort when the
Houngan brought her mind back.
BETSY:
You mean Mama Rose was like Mrs.
Holland?
ALMA:
No. She was mindless but not like
Miss Jessica. But the Houngan
cured her.
BETSY:
Are you trying to tell me that the
Houngan -- the voodoo priest --
could cure Mrs. Holland?
ALMA:
Yes, Miss Betsy. I mean that. The
Houngan will speak to the rada
drums and the drums will speak to
Shango and Damballa.
The CAMERA MOVES IN to a CLOSE TWO SHOT of both women's
faces, Betsy looking thoughtfully at Alma and Alma returning
the gaze with equal intensity.
ALMA (CONT'D)
(softly)
Better doctors --
DISSOLVE:
INT. THE DISPENSARY - DAY
This is a small, plainly furnished room with a plain table, a
few bentwood chairs and a medicine cabinet and a few
washbasins and water pitchers on a shelf. Mrs. Rand is
kneeling down at the side of the little, black pickaninny,
rubbing ointment on a sore on his chest. Betsy, in street
clothes, watcher her. Mrs. Rand finishes her work on the
little boy's chest and begins to put his little shirt back on
him. An obeah bag tied around his neck on a string gets in
her way as she tries to button the shirt. She holds it up so
that the little boy can see it.
MRS. RAND
Ti-Peter, how do you ever expect to
get to Heaven with one foot in the
voodoo Houmfort and the other in
the Baptist church?
The little black boy looks at her with rolling eyes but does
not answer. She gives him a playful pat on the behind,
starting him on his way to the door.
MRS. RAND (CONT'D)
(to Betsy, cheerfully)
Some of this native nonsense. The
Houngan has his prescription and
Dr. Maxwell and I have ours.
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