The Cider House Rules Page #4

LARCH (V.O.)

God forgive me. I have *made* an

orphan by loving him too much. Homer

Wells will belong to St. Cloud's,

forever.

Hold on Homer's disgusted expression as he stares at the

contents of the pail.

END TITLE SEQUENCE. FADE OUT. We hear a song playing on an

old phonograph.

INT. DISPENSARY - DAY

We see the song playing on the old phonograph. Dr. Larch is

taking ether. He holds the bottle in one hand, the cone over

his mouth and nose with the other.

SUPER:
ST. CLOUD'S, MAINE, MARCH 1943.

When Larch dozes off, his hand loosens its grip on the cone;

the cone falls off his face, and he wakes up. Then he puts

the cone back in place, dripping more ether from the bottle

to the gauze covering the cone.

Pan the dispensary, which also serves as Larch's photo gallery

and bedroom apartment. The ether-bed is separated from the

room by a hospital curtain (the kind on casters). We see the

recording revolving, the glass-encased cabinets of medical

supplies, the old photographs of St. Cloud's.

Homer enters, he stands uncomfortably, watching Larch for a

moment. Then he turns around and walks back into the corridor.

INT. CORRIDOR - DAY

Homer calls out as though he's just coming down the corridor.

HOMER:

Dr. Larch! Dr. Larch!

INT. DISPENSARY - DAY

Larch wakes up; he shakes off the ether haze. Homer reenters.

HOMER:

We've got two new patients, one to

deliver.

Dr. Larch and Homer leave together.

INT. CORRIDOR - DAY

The *two* doctors walk briskly down the hall, a couple of

professionals.

LARCH:

First pregnancy?

HOMER:

Yes, for both.

LARCH:

(sarcastically)

I presume you'd prefer handling the

delivery.

HOMER:

(tiredly; an old topic)

All I said was, I don't want to

perform abortions. I have no argument

with *you* performing them.

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