109. WIDER, REVEALING DR SAMUEL KING, a young, curly-haired internist; 109.
intelligent and wry. He treats NANCY at all times like a young
adult, never patronizing. He winks as the NURSE finishes.
DR KING
Don't worry, you're not gonna
change into Bride of Frankenstein
or anything.
NANCY manages a smile, but she's haggard and visibly thinner.
MARGE, background, looks downright distraught.
DR KING (CONTD)
Nancy have any severe childhood
illnesses? Scarlet Fever?
High temperatures -- concussions?
MARGE
No, nothing.
NANCY
He means, did you ever drop me
on my head.
The doctor and girl share a nervous laugh; MARGE doesn't even
smile.
DR KING
Nightmares are expected after
psychological trauma. Don't
worry, they go away.
MARGE
I sure as hell hope so.
NANCY
I don't see why you couldn't
just give me a pill to keep me
from dreaming...
DR KING
Everyone's
got to dream.
If you don't dream, you go...
(he drills his finger
at his temple)
All set?
NANCY
No.
MARGE
They're just simple tests,
Nan. We'll both be right
here.
DR KING
Look, I know it's been fright-
ening, I know your dreams have
seemed real. But... it's
okay. Okay?
MARGE
Please, Nancy. Trust us.
The girls gauges her mother, the doctor, the situation very
carefully. Then lowers her eyes.
NANCY
It's not you I don't trust.
It's...
(gives up)
Okay. Let's do it.
Greatly relieved, MARGE gives NANCY a goodnight kiss, then
follows the doctor through a doorway near the mirror. As soon as
her mother is out of sight, NANCY'S eyes drift to the mirror
itself. In its reflection she sees herself looking back, alone
on the bed.
DISSOLVE TO:
110. INT. THE OBSERVATION ROOM. 110.
MARGE and DR KING overlook NANCY's sleeping chamber through the
one-way mirror. And KING monitors the girl even more closely
with a bank of instruments -- a mass of glowing dials, graphs and
meters. His manner with MARGE is slightly more sober.
DR KING
How long's this been going on?
MARGE
Since the murder. She was fine
before that.
DR KING
Not to worry. No signs of path-
ology in Nancy's EEG or pulse
rate. I'd guess what we've got
is a normal young girl who just
happens to have gone through
two days of hell.
MARGE
It's just made her think...
her dreams are real...
KING adjusts a dial, watching the EKG like a hawk.
DR KING
Ever hear the old Buddhist tale
about the King who dreamed he
was a beggar who dreamed he
was a king?
MARGE twitches. Then there's a slight alteration in the sound of
the EKG. KING nods in satisfaction.
DR KING (CONTD)
Okay, good. She's asleep.
MARGE
(immensely relieved)
Thank God.
MUSIC RISES SOLEMNLY, MAJESTICALLY into a haunting transition as
we
DISSOLVE TO
111. A MONTAGE OF SHOTS, of the EKG GRAPH, its inky needles calming, 111.
of a METER tracing the quieting of NANCY's pulse, and of OTHER
INSTRUMENTS, indicating life processes we can only guess. All
smoothing out.
112. CLOSE ON NANCY on TV MONITOR, asleep like the child she is. 112.
Innocent.
MARGE lights a cigarette, angry at her helplessness.
MARGE
What the hell are dreams, anyway?
DR KING
Mysteries. Incredible body
hookus pokus. Truth is we
still don't know what they
are or where they come from.
As for nightmares...
(leans closer)
Did you know that in the last
three years twenty Philipino
refugees in California died
in the middle of nightmares?
Not from heart attacks, either.
They just died.
He gives a "Ah don' know" shrug. MARGE looks out into the
sleeping room. NANCY is a motionless bundle in the middle of the
bed.
113. ANGLE ON A NEEDLE on an EKG dipping to a lower reading. 113.
114. WIDER ANGLE -- the mother and DOCTOR watching. 114.
MARGE
What happened? That needle
sank like a rock.
DR KING
(quietly)
She's entering deep sleep now.
Heart rate's a little high due
to anxiety, but otherwise she's
nicely relaxed. All normal.
She could dream at any time now.
(beat)
Right now she's like a diver
on the bottom of an ocean no
one's mapped yet. Waiting to
see what shows up.
115. INT. THE SLEEPING ROOM. 115.
We can
see NANCY drift from the initial stage, over the
brink into deep sleep. Her hair falls into her eyes; her face
relaxes; her shoulders curl round her like comforters. THE MUSIC
DEEPENS, and begins to hint at the tones of the NIGHTMARE THEME.
116. INT. CONTROL ROOM. DAY. 116.
DR KING and MARGE watch the instruments' every move.
One of the machines begins a slight CHIRPING. KING scans it,
liking what he sees.
DR KING
Okay, she's started to dream.
He leans forward in his chair, like a pilot starting an
instrument approach. MARGE THOMPSON licks her dry lips, fighting
a turn of nausea.
MARGE
How can you tell?
DR KING
R.E.M.'s. Rapid eye movements.
The eyes follow the
dream -- their movement picks
up on this --
He prods a dial with his pencil and scribbles the time on a note
pad.
DR KING (CONTD)
Beta Waves are slowing, too.
She's dreaming, all right.
A good one, too.
MARGE watches the TV MONITOR. It's in extra-close on NANCY's
eyes -- and they're darting beneath the lids, reacting to events
lost behind a skein of flesh and neurons.
KING points to a moving graph. A needle's begun waving lazily
between plus and minus three. The DOCTOR nods, assured.
DR KING (CONTD)
Typical dream parameter. A
nightmare, now, would be plus or
minus five or six; she's just
around three point --
He stops. Outside, visible through the glass, NANCY twists
around. Eyes still closed, she's nevertheless holding her head
in the attitude of prey listening to the first faint so
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