CLOSE UP HIGH HEELS:
And a tattoo that the cop missed seeing on one of the
ankles. The shoes are kicked off. The feet disappear from
HELEN, a few stalls away, methodically places toilet paper
around the seat before raising her skirt. A faint noise
makes her freeze. Her hand reaches for the door. She is
just able to unlock it, but no more, before a NOISE COMES
DOWN FROM THE NEXT STALL.
Like a lariat it falls over HELEN'S head and is violently
yanked tight. She kicks at the stall door.
COP, leaning against outside door smoking, hears
the clang of metal as the stall door bangs open. He
INT. LADIES ROOM - CONTINUED
The RED-HEADED MAN is struggling to secure the rope around a
hook inside his own stall. KNOCKING (o.s.)
Doctor Hudson? Are you okay in
The MAN lets slip a little slack.
HELEN'S fingers, thrusting between the rope and her neck,
get just enough air for HELEN to let out a strangled little
COP, not certain what to do about the ambiguous
sounds from inside. Women stands nearby, inhibiting him for
a split second from going in the Ladies' Room door. Now
there is more SOUND from inside...
INT. LADIES ROOM - CONTINUOUS
COP steps into the room, gun down. Over the COP'S shoulder
we see HELEN hanging in open booth, her hand fluttering at
her throat. She has one slippery shoeless foot on the
COP takes a couple of steps forward. Behind COP'S back we
see a broom closet door opening.