The Taking of Deborah Logan Page #6

- There's a man out there!

- MIA:
Shut up!

Oh, my God, Sarah,

he's walking...

SARAH:
Hit the lights.

Stay down!

- (GUNSHOT)

- (GLASS SHATTERS)

- (CAR ALARM BLARES)

- MIA:
Get away from the windows!

- SARAH:
It's Harris.

- MIA:
What?

MIA:
Gavin,

I don't have my phone!

GAVIN:
I don't know.

He's shooting up the f***ing...

- MIA:
He shot out the window!

- Oh, God!

SARAH:
Harris,

what the f*** are you doing?!

- MIA:
Are you calling the cops?!

- LUIS:
That's my mom's minivan!

Yeah, I'm at... Yo, the address!

- (GUNSHOT)

- I wanna report a shooting.

- SARAH:
Calm down!

- He's shooting a gun!

- What's the address?

- 61 Pine Hollow.

- (GUNSHOT)

- Pine Hollow!

- (SIRENS BLARE)

- (CAR DOORS THUD)

(BOTH CHATTER INDISTINCTLY)

WOMAN:
Mr. Sredl will

sleep it off in the tank.

Like I said, you're more

than welcome to press charges...

You're damn straight

we wanna press charges.

Gavin, I told you

I'd fix your windows.

Y'all can just let me know

what you decide.

Luis, get that f***ing camera

out of my face.

- LUIS:
Can we talk about this?

- No!

There's nothing to talk about.

I'm f***ing leaving.

You start projects like this

and you just bounce in the middle?

If it's just about the window...

It's not about the window, OK?!

That's just f***ing icing

on top of the shitty f***ing cake.

What about the switchboard, huh?

What about the f***ing window

opening and closing?

The b*tch levitated

onto a counter!

The Gavin train's pulling out, bro.

Last call, man.

LUIS:
You need this pay cheque

as much as I do.

Luis knows how

to be a team player!

- F*** both of you.

- MIA:
No. Gavin.

LUIS:
Gavin, I'm... Hey!

- See you later, buddy!

- (COMICAL CAR HORN TOOTS)

LUIS:
God!

LUIS:
Hey, Sarah?

You wanna grab some grub?

Sh*t. Hey, Mia.

I'm gonna get Nazir.

(PEOPLE CHATTER INDISTINCTLY)

OFFICER:
I understand

what you guys are going through...

We just went to the canteen.

MAN:
We... we came back

and her room was empty.

WOMAN:
She was gone.

I don't understand why that woman...

OFFICER:
We don't know.

We've got the hospital

on lockdown.

We believe she's still

in the building.

- MAN:
She's sick.

- OFFICER:
I know, I know.

We're gonna find her, OK?

Guys, just calm down.

What are you doing

to get our daughter back?

WOMAN ON RADIO:

Security, patient was seen

leading the girl

to the abandoned wing,

possibly the kitchen.

DR. NAZIR:
Deborah?

MAN:
There's no power here.

Watch yourself.

- (BANG!)

- PEOPLE:
Arggh!

DR. NAZIR:
Deborah?

SARAH:
Why? Why would

she take her in here?

- What is she...

- DR. NAZIR:
I don't know.

When we were moving your mom

from Critical

she saw the girl

and whispered something to her.

MAN:
All clear over here.

- (GIRL WHIMPERS)

- (THUD)

- MAN:
What was that?

- MAN 2:
Let's go check it out.

MAN:
Alright.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON RADIO)

- MAN:
Goddamn interference.

- MAN 2:
She's not in there, man.

- We already checked.

- MAN 2:
Now you tell me, f***er.

DR. NAZIR:
Deb?

Deborah?

(MOUTHS)

Deborah?

Deborah, can you hear me?

I need you to listen to me, OK?

I know she's your friend

and you can come visit her

any time you want.

OK, Deborah?

But you need

to let go of her hand.

- (RADIO BLIPS)

- (NAZIR SPEAKS SOFTLY)

DR. NAZIR:
She can come

see you later, OK?

Let's go.

(SQUALLS AND MOANS)

- MAN:
Get her down!

- (SCREAMS)

MAN:
Watch it. Get her arm!

WOMAN:
I'm trying!

(BABBLES)

- (SOBS)

- (SARAH CRIES) What's happening?

- That's my mom, OK?

- MAN:
Hold her, hold her.

Oh...

(GROANS AND GRUNTS)

- MAN:
Alright, it's in.

- SARAH:
Do something, please.

(SPEAKS HOARSELY)

SARAH:
Thanks for

meeting me out here.

I just...

...I just didn't want

to talk about this in there.

I can bless your mom with oils.

An exorcism is really

in the realm

of science fiction, Sarah.

I...I used to think that.

- I still do maybe, but...

- I know.

- But it's not gonna hurt.

- I know.

SARAH:
We've tried

everything else.

- MAN:
I understand.

- No, you don't know.

Sarah, it's something

that we just don't do.

Yeah, you do.

You have to know someone.

A mentor of yours. Someone.

You've gotta help me.

You need to accept this.

You really do.

There's something else going on.

There is something else going on.

(DEBORAH WHEEZES)

MIA:
What's Harris doing here?

SARAH:
He's been visiting

the last couple of days.

Just give him some space.

I made contact with

the anthropology professor

from the 'River Rouge' doc.

I'm Mia. I spoke with you

on the phone.

Thank you so much

for making some time for us.

- This is Sarah Logan.

- Hi, Sarah.

Luis, my cameraman. I explained

we'll be doing some shooting...

Right. Please, have a seat.

(DEBORAH SCREAMS AND MOANS

ON RECORDING)

DEBORAH:
I tried

to wash you in the river...

(DEBORAH SCREAMS AND YELLS)

The most logical explanation

for all this...

(SARAH SCOFFS)

...is that your mother

has become obsessed

with the notable,

public boogieman

to the extent that

she believes she is Desjardins.

With all due respect, sir,

this is more than that, OK?

And that's why we're here...

for your help.

However, the notion

of spiritual parasites

does exists among

many thousands of cultures

in various incarnations -

the Masai, the lnuit,

Aborigines.

The belief is that

a weak mind is susceptible

to the invasion of vengeful entities

seeking a host.

The young and the very old

are most vulnerable,

as well as the infirm.

Living among the Bantu,

I saw a young mother

so overwrought by the loss

of her son to typhoid...

SARAH:
Yeah?

...that she held his wasting corpse

for over a month.

LUIS AND MIA:
Oh, my God.

DR. SCHIFFER:

She fell into madness.

I tried to help her.

She was beyond reason.

She took on

the boy's affectations,

his personality, his voice.

She became him.

It took two months

before the spell was broken.

SARAH:
Broken how?

A witchdoctor...

...a witchdoctor came

and burned the boy's body,

flesh to ash,

purification by fire.

(DEBORAH WHEEZES SOFTLY)

(DEBORAH MOANS)

(METAL JINGLES)

DEBORAH:
The door...

Oh...

We don't have to do this.

No, no, Debbie...

(DEBORAH WHISPERS) Kill me.

(DEBORAH MOANS)

(MUFFLED YELLING)

(HARRIS GRUNTS)

HARRIS:
Ugh!

(HORN HONKS)

LUIS:
Well, this can't be good.

SARAH:
Luis, wait up! Wait!

LUIS:
Nazir said something

happened to Harris.

WOMAN:
Take it easy.

Deep breath, deep breath.

OK, it's alright, it's alright.

Nice and easy.

- SARAH:
Oh, Dad...

- I'm sorry, ma'am...

I'm his daughter.

I'm his daughter.

- We're prepping him for surgery.

- I know. I appreciate that.

But, please, just one second.

I'm begging you.

- Bless your heart. Thank you.

- WOMAN:
Security!

Dad? Yeah?

- (COUGHS)

- Where?

MAN:
Ma'am,

you can't be in here!

- Harris, where? Where?

- WOMAN:
Get her out!

MAN:
Please come with me

right now!

WOMAN:
Ma'am, ma'am,

please leave!

- (SARAH YELLS) Harris, where?!

- MAN:
Come on, ma'am.

You have to go outside.

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