SHIVERS Page #2

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MERRICK:

Eh? Oh yes, of course. Mr. and Mrs.

Sweden. Come right this way. Sorry

to keep you waiting. Now, are we

talking about one or two bedrooms? I

assume we're not talking about

bachelors, eh? Ha, ha. Now, I have

several floor plans all laid out for

you, and all you have to do is take

your choice and we'll trot right on

up there and take a look at 'em...

The three disappear around a corner.

The doorman pulls a Harlequin Nurse Romance out of his jacket

and sits down to continue reading it.

INT. ANNABELLE'S APARTMENT -- MORNING

Hobbes ties a green surgical mask over his mouth and nose,

snaps on rubber gloves.

He turns to Annabelle's corpse on the dining-room table,

legs hanging over the edge, now naked -- the private girls'

school clothes in a heap on the floor. Hobbes takes a scalpel

from the top of the radiator where he has laid out his

surgical instruments. He feels Annabelle's stomach until he

has found what he wants, then cuts her open with one smooth,

confident stroke of the scalpel.

He then quickly douses the inside of her abdomen with some

clear fluid in a squeeze bottle, lights a wooden match, and

drops it into her abdominal cavity. The corpse bursts into

flame.

Hobbes steps back to watch. Tears spring into his eyes. He

picks up another scalpel and perfunctorily sticks it into

his neck. Blood spurts into his mask and soaks through to

the other side. Hobbes sinks to his knees before the blazing

corpse and struggles to draw the scalpel through the tendons

of his neck.

INT. RENTAL OFFICE -- MORNING

Merrick and the Svibens sit across from each other at a long

table strewn with floor plans and maps. The river which

surrounds the complex can be seen through the glass walls of

the office. Merrick taps one plan with his finger and slides

it over to Benda.

MERRICK:

Now you take a look at that one,

Brenda, and tell me if it doesn't

suit you down to the ground. That

one has the big view, the panoramic

view...

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