The Taking of Deborah Logan Page #4

Deb? Deb? Deb, don't!

Stop doing that, Deb!

Deborah, stop, stop!

(DEBORAH GROWLS)

- Deborah, please...

- (CONTINUES GROWLING)

Initially, we suspected

contact dermatitis

or some type of allergic reaction

to the medication...

...'cause this, uh... condition

is not typically associated

with Alzheimer's.

Although, um... when the immune

system is compromised,

sometimes co-infections

can occur.

That's why we've, uh...

...we're bringing in

some specialists from Richmond.

(PIANO MUSIC PLAYS)

- LUIS:
Is somebody already here?

- GAVIN:
Yeah.

F***in' hazards are on.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

GAVIN:
Whoa.

- MIA:
Sarah?

- GAVIN:
Hello?

- Deb?

- LUIS:
Hello?

- (DEBORAH GROWLS)

- Hey, did you hear that?

- What was that?

- It's Deborah.

- (DEBORAH GROWLS)

- LUIS:
Who is it?

- Hello?

- Just go in there.

(DEBORAH CONTINUES GROWLING)

LUIS:
What's going on?

Get her legs!

(DEBORAH CONTINUES GROWLING)

(ALL TALK AT ONCE)

Gentle!

Be gentle with her!

GENTLE!

OK, come on, let's go,

let's go, let's go. Luis.

She was swallowing those things.

We have some scissors.

I don't see

why we have to do this.

Because you like to eat them.

I d...

- Right?

- Oh, it's silly.

Oh.

OK.

- (SNAKE HISSES)

- LUIS:
Oh!

Snakes.

Alright, Luis... (SNIFFS)

...I know you always said

don't mess with your equipment.

Where are you at right now?

F***ing around with

asps or serpents

or whatever you call 'em

these days.

I'm gonna take

my Aunt Bonny's cross

and I'm gonna put it

on the window.

That's right.

What the...

(WHISPERS) This lady's got issues.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

GAVIN:
Oh, hey.

- Letting all my heat out.

- (WINDOW THUMPS)

GAVIN:
What? What?

(GAVIN BREATHES DEEPLY)

It's a closed window.

What is that?

That is an open window, Mia.

GAVIN ON RECORDING: Oh, God.

Yeah, OK, so it's open.

What?

That could be anything, right'?

A draught, whatever.

If you guys are scared of

an old woman losing her mind, go on.

I want double my rate.

Double my f***ing rate,

or I leave.

- Oh, f***.

- I walk right now.

Fine.

- OK. Oh, hey.

- LUIS:
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

And if he gets it,

I get it too.

(SIGHS)

Alright, you have

sweet dreams now, OK?

Hmm?

OK.

(DOOR CREAKS)

(BIRDS CALL AND FROGS CROAK

IN THE DISTANCE)

(STATIC HISSES)

(CAMERA MOUNT MOTOR WHIRRS)

(DEBORAH GASPS)

(CAMERA MOUNT MOTOR WHIRRS)

(CAMERA MOUNT MOTOR WHIRRS)

(PHONE RINGS LOUDLY)

- GAVIN:
Ugh.

- LUIS:
What in the f***?

GAVIN:
Damn, that's loud.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

LUIS:
I was having

the best dream.

- (PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

- What is that noise?

GAVIN:
Oh, man,

no, no, no, no, no.

- What, what, what?

- We're bolo on the lights.

No, it's not the phone.

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING LOUDLY)

Hey, what is that?

- I'll get it. It's, uh...

- MIA:
Oh, my god.

Mom's old switchboard system.

It hasn't worked in years.

Are you OK?

I'm gonna check on Mom.

One second.

MIA:
OK.

Gav, where are you going?

GAVIN:
I don't know. I'm going

downstairs to make a sandwich.

- (PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

- Oh, my God. F***.

SARAH:
Mom's not in her room!

- Mom! Mom!

- LUIS:
Deb?

MIA:
Do you think

maybe she's turned on

the switchboard or something?

- LUIS:
I don't know.

- SARAH:
Shh! Ma!

- MIA:
Hey.

- SARAH:
F***.

- (DOOR SLAMS SHUT)

- (ALL EXCLAIM)

- LUIS:
What the f***?!

- GAVIN:
Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- MIA:
What is...

- GAVIN:
What?

F***.

LUIS:
What's that scratch?

- See that scratch? What is that?

- MIA:
Sounds like...

LUIS:
Think it's coming

from over there.

MIA:
Oh, my God.

What is it?

You think she's in there?

Shh! Shh, no.

What if it's...

LUIS:
Just...

(LUIS WHISPERS)

Easy, easy, easy, easy.

- (METALLIC CLANG)

- MIA:
Oh, my...

Now it's open to see.

LUIS:
OK.

MIA:
Can you see anything?

No, no, no, no.

- (DOOR CLOSES)

- MIA:
Oh, my God, Sarah.

- Ma?

- (DOOR CREAKS)

(WHISPERS) That one.

That door is never open.

You go in first.

- LUIS:
What?

- Yeah.

You want the brown guy

to go first?

(LUIS MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY)

F***, f***, f***, f***, f***.

OK. OK, shh.

Oh, gross.

What the f***?

This sh*t ain't right.

This sh*t ain't right.

Oh, guys? Guys?

- SARAH:
What?

- MIA:
Oh, my God.

LUIS:
Yeah.

What the f***?

Oh, my God.

(LUIS WHISPERS)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

(MIA WHISPERS INDISTINCTLY)

(DEBORAH CRIES)

- MIA:
Sarah?

- DEBORAH:
Help me.

(DEBORAH CRIES)

Mom, please. Mom?

Oh, my God.

(DEEP VOICE GROWLS FROM DEBORAH)

Oh, you're an ugly thing!

- LUIS:
Jesus.

- DEBORAH:
You're an ugly thing!

(DEBORAH BABBLES

WITH A DEEP VOICE)

Arggh! Arggh!

MIA:
Sh*t.

(SARAH PANTS HEAVILY)

Someone call Dr. Nazir.

One of you guys call Dr. Nazir.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

- NAZIR:
OK.

- SARAH:
OK.

- OK, OK.

- NAZIR:
Calm down.

(DEBORAH PANTS HEAVILY)

SARAH:
Mom, Mom, it's OK.

- Mom.

- DEBORAH:
I've just...

SARAH:
What? OK.

- NAZIR:
OK, just breathe.

- SARAH:
We're good, we're good.

NAZIR:
Pupils are dilating.

That's good.

SARAH:
Gonna get her water.

NAZIR:
OK, we need to get

her breathing under control.

SARAH:
OK, OK.

NAZIR:
Just... OK, down.

(DEBORAH SOBS)

I know, Mom.

(EXHALES SLOWLY)

Breathe with me.

OK, breathe with me.

(EXHALES SLOWLY) Shh.

(DEBORAH'S BREATHING

SLOWS DOWN)

- Yeah.

- NAZIR:
Her vitals are fine.

- Her brain is responsive.

- OK.

All her motor functions are working.

They're all fine.

She really needs to rest now.

- OK.

- OK?

It's a short-acting sedative, OK?

OK.

It's very safe...

OK.

...if she has to be restrained.

SARAH:
It was 337.

Over and over.

This one? Ask her about it.

Mention the number.

She's trying to recall

someone specific.

Help her single it out.

Someone like her especially,

who's stubborn

and strong-willed,

she's not gonna let this go.

SARAH:
And if I did this,

if I encouraged this memory

to come out,

would she then have some peace?

Remember when

you asked me to pull

the sound off the camera

from the switchboard?

Yeah, well, I pulled

the sound off and, um...

...and it was from the on board camera,

so it wasn't very good.

And there was

some gibberish at the end.

Remember the gibberish

at the end?

Alright, well,

I modulated the inflection.

It wasn't like any acoustic range

I've ever heard before,

so I brought it down,

I sped it up, and...

...translated this sh*t

online, dude.

Who is it?

That's your mom,

and that's French,

saying some sh*t about snakes,

"be my fifth", or some sh*t.

Ma doesn't speak French.

LUIS:
Look, I'm sorry,

that's French.

GAVIN:
I got

the f***in' transcripts.

I don't care

if she knows French or not.

I ain't ever heard anything

like that before in my life.

MIA:
You sure this is

the right file...

- Yes, Mia, it's the right f...

- SARAH:
Turn it off.

Please, just f***in'

turn it off.

Forward.

SARAH:
Yeah, easy.

LUIS:
Damn, how many attics

you people got?

SARAH:
Her switchboard records

are in here somewhere.

No, hold on, hold on.

Ah, bingo. That's it.

There's definitely something there.

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