Lost Souls Page #3

A slightly round man named HENRY BIRDSON is seated in the

single restraining chair, compulsively writing numbers on a

yellow legal pad. He wears green hospital pants and T-shirt.

He looks up and smiles at all his visitors; a blinding, angry

smile.

BIRDSON:

How do you like the color in here?

(glancing over barred windows)

Spos'ed to be relaxing.

Maya and Townsend avoid looking at Birdson. Maya straightens

the cuffs of her sleeves. Lareaux puts his Bible and a small

crucifix on the table.

LAREAUX:

Hello Henry. Do you know why we're

here?

Birdson nods, pleased with himself. He stretches, languidly

drops his pad onto the table and yawns.

BIRDSON:

Looking forward to it. Do you have a

cigarette?

CLOSE ON:

Lareaux

As he catches Maya's gaze and as --

CLOSE ON:

Maya, who looks back at Lareaux, we:

CROSSCUT TO A SERIES OF

FLASHCUTS:

INT. ANOTHER PLACE, ANOTHER TIME

Confined space. Cheesy lace curtains drape across plexi

sliding windows, a soft and constant WHISPERING of the "Our

Father" in the b.g. and we SEE: a younger Lareaux, longer

hair, moving gracefully toward Maya,

SUBTITLED IN LATIN

LAREAUX:

Do not remember, O Lord, our sins or

those of our forefathers.

CLOSE ON:

Maya's face. Wide-eyed at 16 years old. In the b.g., Maya's

sister, stands rigid, afraid.

LAREAUX (CONT'D)

And do not punish us for our offences.

An arm twisting almost out of its socket. A SCREAM.

LAREAUX (CONT'D)

And lead us not into temptation.

SCREAMING CONTINUES. Maya's on a bed, her head jerks

sideways, involuntarily.

LAREAUX (CONT'D)

But deliver us from evil...

A crucifix follows its own shadow as we:

CROSSCUT BACK TO:

INT. PATIENT'S ROOM - MORNING

Townsend opens the black leather suitcase. Inside: rolls of

duct and masking tape, two Bibles, three rosaries, a

scapular, bottles of holy water and a gold Chalice, sitting

in foam-laden velvet, for the Communion Eucharist.

Maya quickly and expertly locks in Birdson's chair

restraints. Arms and legs.

Father Jeremy pulls out a roll of duct tape, sealing the desk

drawer shut. Then, he sets up a portable tape recorder on

the table. Secures that as well.

Birdson restrained, Maya pulls large square-cut pieces of

blackout cloth out of the suitcase. She grabs a roll of

masking tape, TEARING two pieces of it with her teeth, right

off the roll. A SEARING, jarring sound, unexpected every

time. Moving to the door, she immediately tapes a square of

blackout cloth over the observation window. As the cloth

drops, Dr. Allen's face disappears.

Maya TEARS several more pieces of masking tape, continuing to

block out each window.

INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR

Two hours later, Dr. Allen is reassuring one of her patients.

She's calm, focused, helpful.

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