Lost Souls Page #4

PATIENT:

(pointing to his stomach)

My bowel is out. I told you. It's

open, can't you see it! My stomach's

been eviscerated!

Suddenly an ORDERLY bursts around the corner, sprinting

toward her.

INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR

Dr. Allen and the orderly are jogging down the hallway. The

sound of SCREAMING can be faintly heard in the distance.

Dr. Allen starts to run, leaving her patient, holding her

stethoscope and pocket for anything that might fall out. Her

BREATHING is slightly LABORED. Her patient SCREAMS after

her:

PATIENT:

(freaked)

My bowel!!! My stomach's been

eviscerated! And you won't help me!

HELP ME!!!

INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR

A stunned Laura Allen stands outside Birdson's room as TWO

MORE ORDERLIES frantically try to pry open the door.

DR. ALLEN

(an order of meds.)

Haldol, Cogenten, Atavan 5, 2 and 2 IM.

From the room, a CHORUS of TORMENTED VOICES is heard. A

hideous CACOPHONY that builds in intensity with each passing

moment, punctuated by sharp explosions of wood and glass.

It sounds like the room is being torn to pieces. Along with

everyone in it.

Something heavy hits the door on the other side.

Suddenly, the door BURSTS open. The screaming instantly

stops.

Lareaux's at the door, pushing past the two orderlies and as

he collapses against a wall, Dr. Allen sees he's shaking,

completely devastated. Father Jeremy hurries after him,

concerned.

FATHER JEREMY:

Father, are you alright? Can you get

up?

Laura Allen walks slowly over to the door. And bracing

herself, she leans forward and stares inside.

The room is immaculate. Nothing's damaged, not a stick of

furniture is out of place. Townsend and Maya slowly back

out, careful not to look at Birdson who sits nonchalantly

still tied to his chair...

BIRDSON:

He's right here, you know.

Birdson turns and stares at Dr. Allen with a chilling look of

triumph.

BIRDSON (CONT'D)

(same languid posture, his own

thought process etched in his

brain)

Come on in...

Dr. Allen freezes. Townsend moves past her. Maya pulls the

door shut very quickly. In her hand, she's grabbed Birdson's

legal pad and one of his advanced math books.

EXT. MANHATTAN CRIMINAL COURTHOUSE - MORNING

A restless CROWD clusters outside the entrance of the

Manhattan courthouse, a mixture of press, public and

security.

INT. COURTROOM - MORNING

Inside the packed courtroom, the atmosphere is hushed and

tense.

Up on the witness stand, MR. SILBERMAN, a meek, reluctant

witness, is testifying. The DEFENSE ATTORNEY is relentless.

The JURY seems pretty intent on the testimony. They eye:

DEFENSE ATTORNEY (O.S.)

Mr. Silberman, you worked with the

defendant, George Viznick, for two

years.

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