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A CROWDED ROOM byJames Cameron FADE IN:We dont know what were looking at. Its an abstractmass -- swirling lines in constant motion -- but were tooclose to see any form.As WE PULL BACK, we can now make out that they are whatseem like animated streaks of charcoal -- forming andreforming
TIGHT ON A PAGE OF NOTES
At the top of the page, beside BILLY'S vital statistics,
DR. FINK fills in his name. Underneath, he writes:
PRELIMINARY REPORT.
ANGLE
on them both, DR. FINK just watches for a moment. BILLY
is withdrawn and out of it, like a boxer who's taken one
too many left hooks. There's a wall between him and the
world.
DR. FINK
Do you know why you're here, Billy?
No response.
TIGHT ON THE FORM
Under COMMENTS, the DOCTOR writes: eyes completely normal.
No evidence of nystagmus.
ANGLE
DR. FINK
Billy?
BILLY
(snaps back slightly)
Oh.
DR. FINK
Do you know why you're here?
BILLY
No.
DR. FINK
Did you understand what the police
officers said when you were
arrested?
BILLY
The... what?
DR. FINK
Do you know why you've been
arrested? Billy?
He just stares blankly. DR. FINK writes.
TIGHT ON THE NOTES
DR. FINK is adding: SULLEN; NON-COMMUNICATIVE; TOTALLY
DISORIENTED.
BILLY
suddenly energetic, even hyper -- night and day to the way
we've just seen him.
BILLY
(laughing)
You should have seen their fuckin'
faces when them van doors opened and
BOOM!. There I am, out of the cuffs
and givin' them the finger. Shit...
Whassamatter, Doc, not actin' crazy
enough for ya? How's this?
He rubs his lips up and down with his finger and makes a
"crazy" sound. As he does:
ANGLE
to reveal he's talking to DR. RICHARD EDMUNDS, in the same
room, some time later. EDMUNDS holds DR. FINK'S report
and is completely confused. BILLY laughs. Then:
BILLY
Who do you have to fuck to get
somethin' to eat around here? I'm
starving. And a lawyer might be
nice. What do you say?
TIGHT AS BILLY CONTINUES
Next to DR. FINK'S report, we see DR. EDMUNDS' hand fill
in his own report. He's already put down his name,
BILLY'S name and underneath written: FOLLOW UP REPORT.
Now we see him writing: OUTGOING, OBNOXIOUS, TOTALLY
COHERENT AND AWARE. EYES NORMAL.
BILLY
The novelty's wearin' thin, you know
what I mean? I been in places worse
than this in my life, and I'll tell
you something... there isn't a box
on Earth can hold me. Certainly not
this two bit, rinky dink drunk tank.
DR. EDMUNDS
I'd like to talk to you about the
attacks.
BILLY
Hey, I wasn't there. I don't know
what they're talkin' about because I
didn't do a fuckin' thing they
accused me of. And I don't lie.
Using his right hand. BILLY starts doodling a sketch of a
landscape on the table with a marker. EDMUNDS looks at
him quizzically.
DR. EDMUNDS
I want to play a little game. Write
down the first thing that comes into
your mind.
He moves a pen and a piece of paper toward BILLY, who
writes with his right hand. EDMUNDS looks at the
information on his form.
TIGHT ON THE REPORT
Scan down BILLY'S listed vital statistics -- Hair: Brown;
Eyes: Brown; Height: six feet; Weight: 175; Birthdate: 2-
14-55; etc. until he gets to: Left Handed.
BACK TO BILLY - FINISHING
He hands back the paper. It says: I AM INNOCENT.
TIGHT ON THE PREVIOUS TWO REPORTS
On DR. EDMUNDS, "Left Handed" has been crossed out and
"Right Handed" written in. Next to them is a third form,
with the NAME: DR. CLAIRE HUBBARD and SUPERVISOR'S REPORT
written underneath.
ANGLE
The same room. DR. HUBBARD, hopelessly confused, and
BILLY, who now appears to be a frightened child. Fragile.
Near tears. Knees drawn up into a fetal position in the
chair.
DR. HU
