Manhunter Page #21

REBA:

(aglow)

Yes!

DR. WARFIELD

Are you apprehensive? Your protective

and muscular gentleman over there is

watching us like a cat.

REBA:

No, no! I want to.

Dollarhyde reacts with a light smile at the compliment.

DR. WARFIELD

All right, put your left hand on the

edge of the table and you can explore

with your right. I'll be right here

beside you.

We see Reba start to reach out. Then we see what she is about

to touch.

TEN-FOOT LONG BENGAL TIGER

Reba's hand feels the fur slide across her palm.

REBA'S HAND

The fur springs between her fingers.

97.

TIGER'S GREAT PAW

Reba's hand enters down its foreleg. Warfield -- with two

hands -- lifts the great paw and puts it in her hand. Reba's

hand feels the roughness of the pads. She presses and the

claw slides cut. Both her hands go up his leg to the heavy

supple muscles of his shoulder.

TIGER'S HEAD

Reba's hand gently touches the tiger's ears and both hands

feel the width of his head.

TIGER'S MOUTH

The hot breath coming across its rough tongue stirs the

hairs on her forearms.

TIGER'S CHEST

Reba's arms wrap around the huge chest. Slowly her face

lowers and she puts her ear next to the tiger's ribs. Reba's

ecstatic. We hear what she hears: the HEARTBEAT. It fills

us and Reba with its bright thunder.

CUT TO:

INT. DOLLARHYDE'S HOUSE - THE GREAT RED DRAGON ARD THE WOMAN

CLOTHED WITH THE SUN - NIGHT

Blake's painting. It's a large reproduction. It's a pre-

psychological evocation of violent sexual impulses. It has

come right after the image of Reba and the tiger. O.S. we

hear WATER RUNNING...

CUT TO:

INT. BATHROOM - FAUCET + HANDS

Hands are Reba's. We FOLLOW them up to the wall as they

search for and find a towel. O.S. we hear the hum of a

film PROJECTOR starring. We see the sightless Reba reflected

in the mirror. Feeling her way, she starts out...

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. LIVING BOOM - PAN

It's dark brown with wing-armed 50's-futuristic furniture. A

Sryrosphere casts scars and constellations throughout the room.

A full-sized mural from JPL of the Mars surface is on one wall.

98.

We MOVE-PAST objects: a recliner lounger, two film projectors,

a black and white fifties clock with golf bails in the arrow

arms, a Magnavox console TV set and a sofa with Dollarhyde and

Reba on it. They're watching a movie.

DISSOLVE TO:

CLOSER:
DOLLARHYDE AND REBA

The film projector hums. We don't see what movie Dollarhyde

is watching.

REBA:

(beat)

That was nice of you to think of that.

DOLLARKYDE:

I made you a gin and tonic. It's by

the side of the sofa...

Dollarhyde looks at Reba. Then he looks at the film. The

two of them are like a tableau of suburban TV-watching.

They're like a married couple sitting on the sofa. Except:

REAR SHOT OVER DOLLARHYDE + REBA TO THE SCBEEN

The movie is Mrs. Jacobi looking up, And Mrs. Leeds looking

up. And Mrs. Sherman's legs scissoring in the water. Then

her breasts swelling and shining above her suit as she pushes

herself our of the pool. Dollarhyde's blase, watching his

horror show. He looks at Reba.

REBA:

unknowing, is suffused with a calm equanimity. Her breasts

rise and fall with her breathing. The flickering light from

the screen intermittently illuminates and darkens the planes

of her face.

EXTREMELY CLOSE:
REBA'S NECK

The smooth skin and down-like hairs undulate from the bearing

of her living heart.

DOLLARHYDE:

is watching her pulse rise and fall under the soft skin and

doesn't see:

99.

REBA'S HAND

moves along the back of the sofa to Dollarhyde.

REBA:

moves towards Dollarhyde's face.

ON DOLLARHYDE, AND REBA

ENTERS THE FRAME and kisses Dollarhyde on the mouth.

Dollarhyde's eyes freeze open. He is stunned. Reba's left

hand opens Dollarhyde's shirt and slides down his' chest towards

his pants...

REBA:

(soft whisper)

Take me upstairs...

CUT TO:

INT. DOLLARHYDE'S BEDROOM - DOLIl1HWDE'S - NIGHT

head on the satin comforter. His eyes are wide open... His

reaction to this event is immobility and shock.

REBA (O.S.)

Let me get them off... it's torn...

I don't care! Come on. My God, man.

Yes ...

Reba's hand with her long, gentle fingers ENTERS THE FRAME

caressing the side of Dollarhyde's face. We will hear Reba's

voice and see little of her. We will see Dollarhyde's face

and the expressions on it: wonder and amazement.

REBA (O.S.)

You're so sweet, D...

(heat )

let me come up to you and take it...

(beat)

Yes...

Her hand moves down from his face down his neck and rests on

his chest. It rests on the face of what is tattooed there:

the Great Red Dragon.

REBA (O.S.)

(soft)

Your heart is loud.

(beat)

Feel all of me

100.

Dollarhyde knows what he feels: he is pole-axed. He doesn't

know what he thinks.

SAME - REBA - LATER

is asleep. She holds Dollarhyde in the near dark. His hand

caresses her forehead and brushes light brown hair from her

face .

DOLLARHME:

wide awake, eases her away. Then he puts his ear to her

breast and listens to her heart beating. Dollarhyde is re-

lieved. Then Dollarhyde touches her gently, softly in wonder

and amazement. Then Dollarhyde leaves...

REBA:

Dollarhyde re-enters FRAME and puts a glass of water next to

her. He covers her. He lays down again next to her. Reba

stirs half awake, murmurs dreamily. Dollarhyde supports the

back of her head and offers her some water.

OVERHEAD ANGLE:
DOLLARHYDE + REBA

Dollarhyde's arm moves under her pillow. She snuggles closer

to him. Dollarhyde's eyes are moist. Reba's hand moves up

his stomach and rests on his chest. It rests above his heart.

It rests on the face of the crimson dragon. When she is asleep

again, Dollarhyde takes her hand off the great tattoo and puts

it on his face.

Dollarhyde -- cloven in two, accepted by a living Reba -- will

not sleep for a very long time.

CUT TO:

SAME - DOLLARHYDE - DAY

It is morning. He snaps awake. he is horror-struck: Reba's

pillow is empty. She's nor there. Dollarhyde races our of

the room.

CUT TO:

EXT. DOLLARHYDE HOUSE, BACKYARD - DOOR - DAY

slams open. Dollarhyde stops in the door frame.

REBA (O.S.)

Is that you. D?

101.

DOLLARHYDE:

Yes, are you okay...?!

REBA (O.S.)

I'm fine.

REBA:

In her cotton dress. The prairie wind blows her hair and

presses the thin cotton against her body in the overgrown

weeds and wildflowers of Dollarhyde's backyard.

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