The Taking of Deborah Logan Page #3

out in the garage...

We had, like, a little outboard

out there for the winter.

And I was hiding out there

with little Annie Phelps, kissing.

We didn't know

what we were doing.

And then Mom... Mom was so mad,

she just got

all red-faced and...

She was embarrassed.

Yeah, whatever.

LUIS:
To our

f***ed-up childhoods.

Yeah.

(BIRD CALLS IN THE DISTANCE)

SARAH:
Oh, yeah,

Saint Bernardine's.

Hated those uniforms!

(HALF-LAUGHS) Well,

never was comfortable in a dress.

LUIS:
Immaculate Conception here.

Oh, yeah?

Good Catholic boy, huh?

Deb'll love you.

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES,

DULL THUD)

- LUIS:
What was that?

- I'm gonna go check on Mom.

LUIS:
OK.

(CHANDELIER TINKLES)

(INDISTINCT TV CHATTER)

LUIS:
What?

Hey. Deb?

Deb?

Hey, Sarah?

(DOOR CREAKS)

LUIS:
Deb?

Are you OK?

(TO SELF) Standing in the dark.

That's awesome.

Deborah?

(LIGHT CLICKS)

SARAH:
Arts and crafts project

at midnight, Mom?

- LUIS:
Jesus.

- SARAH:
Huh?

She's convinced

there's been an intruder.

Some... some guy in the yard.

- (LUIS HALF-LAUGHS)

- Yep.

No-one out there, Mom.

Just the deer.

(LOCKS WINDOW) See?

She's got those

RadioShack motion thingies

all over the house.

Yep.

We're nailing

the windows shut again.

I've learned

not to argue with her.

(STATIC HISSES)

(FLY BUZZES)

(CREAKING)

(GASPS)

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

(CAMERA MOUNT MOTOR WHIRRS)

OK, I've checked

the upstairs bathroom.

I've checked everywhere in here.

She was in bed. We went to bed.

I had to pee.

I got up. I checked.

She was not there.

- I'm gonna check out here.

- Alright, thank you, guys.

MIA:
Deb?

- SARAH:
Mom?

- (DOOR CLOSES)

SARAH:
Mom?!

Morn, I am not kidding you!

- Come on!

- LUIS:
Oh, tetanus.

GAVIN:
Uh, hey, Sarah?

SARAH:
Oh, f***.

(DEBORAH GRUNTS REPEATEDLY)

- GAVIN:
Oh, sh*t.

- LUIS:
F***.

(DEBORAH CONTINUES GRUNTING)

GAVIN:
Deb?

Deb, what are you doing?!

SARAH:
Mom, come back.

- GAVIN:
Hey, don't touch her!

- Listen to me!

- Don't touch her!

- OK!

- (DEBORAH SCREAMS)

- GAVIN:
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

- SARAH:
Mom.

- (CONTINUES SCREAMING)

- LUIS:
Back up! Back up!

- SARAH:
Please, calm...

- LUIS:
Give her room.

- (DEBORAH GRUNTS)

- (DEBORAH WHINES)

- SARAH:
OK, Mom.

(CONTINUES WHINING)

MIA:
OK, Deb, you just tell me

if this water is too hot.

How does that feel?

Is that...

Is that OK?

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Oh, you really gave us all

quite a fright

with your late-night gardening.

Do you remember?

You really don't remember, huh?

That's OK?

DEBORAH:
My daughter

doesn't like manicures.

MIA:
Sarah?

OK.

She never cleans her nails.

Well, don't worry.

We're gonna clean up

your nails, Deb,

and they will be back

to their perfect state soon.

Alright, so I downloaded

some footage

before Deborah's little... night scamper

into the garden, yeah?

- Yeah.

- About 2:
58, right?

- Yeah?

- You're gonna wanna see this.

MIA:
What's she doing?

- GAVIN:
Wait for it.

- Is she asleep?

Yeah, she's asleep. OK,

we've seen her sleepwalk before.

GAVIN:
Bam.

- (DEBORAH WHEEZES)

- LUIS:
Whoa. What's the code?

GAVIN:
There's no break

in the timecode.

She must've climbed a chair

or something, right?

- She grabbed a chair and just...

- A f***ing chair?

- There's no chair in the shot.

- Do you see a chair?

(SIGHS)

MIA:
See, yeah,

that's the weird thing,

'cause the timecode,

it's like it's one continuous...

Right? Is that right?

It's one continuous...

- LUIS:
There's no break there.

- SARAH:
It's not...

Because that's impossible.

- Right?

- LUIS:
Yeah.

This is not normal.

This is not a normal...

whatever you're calling it,

somnambulism, or sleepwalking.

I've seen her do it before.

It's not this.

Nazir said she's gonna

up the Villaquil,

so maybe that would help.

I have no idea. I hope so.

God, I hope so.

MIA:
Oh, there's Harris.

You climbed up

on the stove, right?

You could've hurt yourself,

or set the place on fire again.

Do you remember that?

DEBORAH:
So I climbed up

on the stove. Big deal.

Look, I'm staying here.

I'm not gonna go rot...

Listen to me! Look at your hands.

Look at your neck.

You're a menace to yourself.

Do you know that?

- Go back to Richmond.

- (SCOFFS)

I know you miss

your lady friend, anyway.

Go. That's fine.

I'm fine here.

(FINGERS CLICK)

- (DEBORAH HUMS TUNEFULLY)

- MIA:
How's that sound, Luis?

LUIS:
That's great.

That's great.

- Can we...

- (DEBORAH CONTINUES HUMMING)

- MIA:
There you go.

- There we go.

I'm going to put

a mic on you, OK?

It's called a 'lavalier'.

I'm just gonna put it

on the, uh... front here.

There we go.

It's a very nice shirt.

Very nice.

- MIA:
Can you see the cable?

- GAVIN:
I'm on it. I'm on it.

- That's looking good.

- OK.

How are you feeling?

Well, I was feeling peculiar,

but, uh... not now.

Now I feel, um... right as rain.

Deb, we have some footage

we'd like to show you.

Who is that, now?

Is that me? What am I doing?

That is obscene.

- Why didn't you stop me?

- MIA:
Uh...

We tried to stop you,

but you were in a fugue state.

You were hallucinating.

SARAH:
Mom, it was

really scary, OK?

You were stabbing at the ground

with your spade over and over,

digging hole after hole.

That's what you were doing.

Then when we got inside,

you were sobbing, Mom.

MIA:
Jesus, Sarah.

(DEBORAH SOBS SOFTLY)

- SARAH:
Mom?

- DEBORAH:
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

SARAH:
Mom, you kept telling me

not to answer the phone,

like he was calling you.

That's what you said.

Please talk to us.

MIA:
Sarah,

maybe we should stop.

(DEBORAH SCREAMS)

(ALL YELL AT ONCE)

SARAH:
Mom, stop it! No!

Morn, stop! No, no! No!

(EVERYONE YELLS AT ONCE)

GAVIN:
Arggh!

- SARAH:
Mom?

- MIA:
Oh, God.

- MIA:
You alright, Gavin?

- GAVIN:
Am I alright?

- Is she alright?

- DEBORAH:
Sarah?

SARAH:
OK. Alright.

- DEBORAH:
Sarah?

- SARAH:
Yes, I'm here, Mom.

What's gonna happen

is you're gonna feel

a pinch and then a burn.

And I need you to not move

when you feel that pinch, OK?

Here we go.

OK, here we go.

- (DEBORAH MOANS IN PAIN)

- It's almost over. OK.

OK, don't move, don't move.

- Don't move.

- WOMAN:
Really good.

- (MOANS AND SCREAMS)

- NAZIR:
Yeah.

Don't move. Don't move, honey.

Don't move. Don't move.

Don't move. OK.

MIA:
Over the next few weeks,

the doctors run a number of tests

on Deborah

in an attempt to explain

the anomalies in her condition.

Despite the painful procedures,

the examinations raise more questions

than they answer.

A disturbing infection

has occurred, resulting in

an inexplicable scaly quality

to Deborah's skin.

Has she been around

any heavy metals?

She does garden.

You know, I don't...

We don't have poison oak

or poison ivy.

Do you use pesticides?

Make the vertical line

of the 'T'

with the white blocks, OK, Deb?

Take your time.

- I can't.

- I just wanna see you...

Whatever you can do,

just try it, Deb.

- Can you do that?

- I tried.

- There.

- You did?

OK, you know what?

Can you show...

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