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We frame up on
the door to the bathroom and track in toward the sink. We can hear the creak of
bedsprings and Audrey and Barton's breath, becoming labored.
The continuing
track brings us up to and over the lid of the sink to frame up its drain, a
perfect black circle in the porcelain white.
We track up to
the drain and are enveloped by it as the sound of lovemaking mixes into the
groaning of pipes.
BLACK
FADE
IN:
BARTON
The hum of a
mosquito brings us out of the black and we are looking down at Barton, in bed,
asleep. It is dawn.
Barton's eyes
snap open.
HIS POV
The white
ceiling. A humming black speck flits across the white.
BARTON
Slowly,
cautiously, he props himself up, his look following the sound of the mosquito.
His gaze
travels down and to one side and is arrested as the hum stops.
HIS POV
Audrey lies
facing away on her side of the bed, half covered by a blanket.
BARTON
Gingerly, he
reaches over and draws the blanket down Audrey's back.
HIS POV
The alabaster
white of Audrey's back.
The mosquito
is feeding on it.
EXTREME CLOSE
ON BARTON'S EYES
Looking.
EXTREME CLOSE
ON THE MOSQUITO
Swelling with
blood.
WIDER
As Barton's
hand comes through frame and slaps Audrey's back.
She doesn't
react.
Barton draws
his hand away. Audrey's back is smeared with blood.
ON BARTON
He looks at
his hand.
HIS POV
His hand is
dripping with blood. Too much blood.
BACK TO BARTON
Eyes wide, he
looks down at the bed.
HIS POV
Blood seeps up
into the sheet beneath the curve of Audrey's back.
BARTON
He pulls
Audrey's shoulder.
AUDREY
She rolls onto
her back. Her eyes are wide and lifeless.
Her stomach is
nothing but blood. The top sheet, drawn to her waist is drenched red and clings
to her body.
BARTON
He screams.
He screams
again.
We hear rapid
and heavy footfalls next door, a door opening and closing, and then a loud
banging on Barton's door.
Barton's head
spins towards the door. He is momentarily frozen.
Another knock.
Barton leaps
to his feet and hurries to the door.
THE DOORWAY
Over Barton's
shoulder as he cracks the door.
Charlie stands
in the hall in his boxer shorts and a sleeveless tee.
CHARLIE
Are
you all right?
Barton stares
dumbly for a moment.
CHARLIE
...
Can I come in?
BARTON
No!...
I'm fine. Thank you.
CHARLIE
Are
you sure –
BARTON
No...
no...
Barton is
nodding as he shuts the door in Charlie's face.
He walks back
into the room.
HIS POV
Audrey's
corpse, in long shot, face up on the bed.
BARTON
He walks
toward the bed, wheels before he reaches it, and starts back toward the door.
He stops short
and turns back again to the room. He averts his eyes – as it happens, toward
the secretary.
He walks
stiffly over and sits, his back to Audrey.
CLOSE ON
BARTON
As he sits in.
He stares emptily down at the desk, in shock, totally shut down. Behind him, we
can see Audrey on the bed.
He stares for
a long beat.
Strange,
involuntary noises come from his throat. He is not in control.
Becoming aware
of the noise he is making, he stops.
He lurches to
his feet.
THE DOORWAY
As Barton
enters, opens the door, and sticks his head out.
HALLWAY
Barton peers out
the see if the coast is clear.
HIS POV
The long
hallway.
In the deep
background, Chet, the night clerk, is stooping in front of a door to pick up a
pair of shoes. Next to him is a castored shoe caddy.
All of the
doorways between us and Chet are empty of shoes.
CHET
Close on him
as, mid-stoop, he looks up.
CHET'S POV
Up the long
hall. In the deep background a door is closing.
CHET
He pauses,
then straightens up and puts the shoes on the shoe caddy. It squeaks as he
pushes it on down the hall.
BARTON'S ROOM
Barton stands
at the door, listening to a very faint squeak. Eventually it becomes inaudible.
He cracks the
door again, looks out, and exits.
HALLWAY
Barton goes to
Charlie's room and knocks.
Footfalls end
as the door is cracked open.
CHARLIE
Barton.
Are you all right?
BARTON
No...
Can I come in?
CHARLIE
Why
don't we go to your room-
BARTON
Charlie,
I'm in trouble. You've gotta help me.
Once again he
is breathing hard.
Charlie steps
out into the hall and shuts the door behind him.
CHARLIE
Get
a grip on yourself, brother. Whatever the problem is, we'll sort it out.
BARTON
Charlie,
I'm in trouble – something horrible's happened – I've gotta call the police...
Charlie leads
him towards his room.
BARTON
...
Will you stay with me till they get here?
CHARLIE
Don't
worry about it, Barton. We can sort it-
He is pushing
Barton's door open, but Barton grabs an elbow to stop him.
BARTON
Before
you go in – I didn't do this. I don't know how it happened, but I didn't... I
want you to know that...
Charlie looks
into his eyes. For a moment the two men stare at each other – Charlie's look
inquisitive, Barton's supplicating.
Finally,
Charlie nods.
CHARLIE
Okay.
He turns and
pushes open the door.
BARTON'S ROOM
The two men
enter.
Barton lingers
by the door. Charlie walks into the foreground to look off toward the bed.
His eyes widen
and he screams.
He turns and
disappears into the bathroom. We hear vomiting, then the flush of a toilet.
CHARLIE
Jesus...
Jesus... Jesus have mercy...
His reaction
has not encouraged Barton, who is more and more agitated.
Charlie
emerges from the bathroom, sweating.
CHARLIE
...
Jesus, Barton, what the hell is this? What're we gonna do?
BARTON
I've
gotta call the police – or you could call for me –
CHARLIE
Hold
on –
BARTON
You
gotta believe me –
CHARLIE
Hold
on –
BARTON
I
didn't do this, I did NOT do this –
CHARLIE
Hold
on. Stop. Take a deep breath. Tell me what happened.
BARTON
I
don't know! I woke up, she was... God, you gotta believe me!
Charlie, in
spite of himself, is sneaking horrified glances back into the room.
CHARLIE
I
believe you, brother, but this don't look good.
BARTON
We
gotta call the police –
CHARLIE
Hold
on. I said hold on, so hold on.
BARTON
Yeah.
CHARLIE
What
do you think happened?
BARTON
I
don't know! Maybe it was her... boyfriend. I passed out. I don't know. Won't
the police be able to –
