SHIVERS Page #6

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Rollo toys with the gynecological examination table, sliding

the stirrups in and out on their adjustment bars.

ROLLO:

(shrugging)

Funny in the head. High suicide rate

in the medical profession. Too much

body, alla time bodies, bodies.

He now gets close to St. Luc, putting an arm around his

shoulder.

ROLLO:

Rog, I gotta talk serious to you.

Really. Listen. Ya listening? OK. I

want you to come into this with me.

To tell the honest-to-God truth, I'm

lonely.

(begins to pace around

again)

All Hobbes ever did was run around

getting money and phone me in the

middle of the night. He wanted you

in anyway. That's why we were gonna

get together, the three of us. We

would have enough to keep us going

for at least five years, even with

inflation.

ST. LUC

(a bit uncomfortable

being put on the

spot)

Rollo, you know me. Once a GP, always

a GP.

ROLLO:

(almost angrily)

You want to help sick people for the

rest of your life? God forbid I should

talk you out of it.

ST. LUC

You oughta be careful yourself. Might

end up cutting your throat.

ROLLO:

It was women did it to Hobbes.

Couldn't handle them. That girl,

that Annabelle -- talk about crazy

projects.

ST. LUC

Who was she?

ROLLO:

(reluctant to talk)

Aw, he met her when he was lecturing

at some private girls' school. They

caught him examining her little tits

for breast cancer in the faculty

lounge. She was twelve. Don't ask.

It was craziness, believe me.

(indicating the

gynecological table)

They used to come here sometimes.

(shakes his head)

Don't ask.

He starts to run down like a spring-wound toy at the end of

its run. He glances at a picture of Annabelle stuck in a

corner, which St. Luc just notices for the first time.

ROLLO:

I'll never really understand how he

could do what he did to her.

St. Luc looks at his watch and gets up out of his chair for

the first time.

ST. LUC

Well, Rollo Linsky... I gotta go

open up the store. It's been great

to see you again.

He moves toward the door. Rollo trails after him, head down,

obviously dejected.

ROLLO:

Yeah, sure.

They shake hands. St. Luc has to open the door himself --

Rollo is really preoccupied. Finally he looks St. Luc in the

eye.

ROLLO:

But you'll think about what I said

about working together, huh?

ST. LUC

OK. I'll think about it.

Rollo manages a smile. St. Luc leaves, closing the door behind

him.

INT. TUDOR'S APARTMENT -- MORNING

In his bathroom, Nick Tudor cleans his teeth with the water-

pick as usual. The sounds of Janine bustling about with

breakfast filter into the bathroom. Tudor hums tunelessly.

Suddenly, he doubles over in a soundless spasm of pain. The

water-pick writhes in the sink, shooting water on to the

mirror and over the floor.

After a moment he straightens up and begins to press around

the area of his navel, obviously looking for lumps which it

seems -- from his expression -- he has already found and is

overly familiar with.

The water-pick continues to rattle around in the sink. Janine

pokes her head around the corner to investigate. Tudor tries

to cover up, grabs the water-pick, and begins to work on his

teeth again, hiding the occasional twinge that hits him.

JANINE:

You say something?

TUDOR:

Nope. Damned thing wriggled out of

my hands. That's all.

Janine waits for Tudor to say something else. He ignores

her.

JANINE:

(after a pause)

You sure you're OK, Nick?

Tudor continues to ignore her. Janine sighs in a very obvious

way and disappears. Tudor waits for a second, turns off the

water-pick, then checks out his stomach again.

INT. WOMEN'S SAUNA -- AFTERNOON

Janine sits in the middle of a bench, towel around her head

and middle. Next to her sits Betts, who is in her early

forties, attractive in a tough kind of way, and wears her

hair short for efficiency's sake. In her relationship with

Janine she plays the role of tough, worldly older sister.

She has the poise and confidence of a woman who has created

her own success and position in life, a marked contrast to

the neurotic vivacity of Janine, who is ten years her junior

and has never known independence.

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