A Haunting in Cawdor Page #5

it, 'cause we're,

'cause it's a theater, right?

Because in the th.

(footsteps approaching)

Come on, Vivian.

You follow the rules

like everybody else.

Didn't you hear my whistle?

Yes, sorry, I just,

I lost track of time.

(gate closes)

What was that?

Okay, Vivian.

Hey, just do what you're told,

these next three months

will fly right by, okay?

Okay.

Okay, now get.

(static sounds)

[Mackenzie] (sharp

inhale) Oh, you are bad.

Real bad.

[Lance] Shhh.

(door lock clicks)

(eerie noises)

(ghostly whispers)

[Vivian] No, stop please!

[Charles] (blows

whistle) Okay smokeys!

Rise and shine!

Time for the morning run,

get that blood flowing, huh?!

(blows whistle multiple times)

[Tina] We're up!

Come on, I want to see

those feet on the ground,

that's it, ladies, now

you see how it works!

(blows whistle) Come

on, wakie wakie!

I stop blowing when I see

all your pretty

feet on the ground!

You'll always blow!

(blows whistle loudly)

Sh*t!

Did you just sh*t me?

You don't give me sh*t!

I give you sh*t!

Now drop and give me 10!

One, two, three,

four, five, six,

seven, eight, nine,

nine, nine, nine, 10!

Suit up for roll call!

(blows whistle)

Come on, a**holes,

try and keep up, let's go!

(dramatic music)

Can I help you?

Mr. O'Neil.

Yes?

Good morning,

I'm Doctor Lazarus.

Oh, hi.

I wanted to talk to you about

a woman in your

care, Vivian Miller?

Sure.

This'll only

take a few minutes.

- Yeah, come on in my office.

- Thanks.

Where did you drive in from?

Oh, Ann Arbor.

Oh, nice.

Beautiful place here.

Thank you.

Excuse the mess, I wasn't

expecting visitors.

Where would you like me?

Sofa is fine.

Want some coffee?

Yeah, that'll be great, thanks.

Milk, sugar?

Black please.

A Tony Award.

Oh, heh.

Pretty heady

stuffy, you must have

been the toast of Broadway.

Well for a moment.

You know what they say.

You're only as good

as your last hit.

Three straight bombs and your

table at Sardi's is gone.

In fact, you're

lucky to get a table

at the Carnegie Deli with

three bombs in a row.

Yup, Broadway loves

a winner, but it

crosses on the other side

of the street for a loser.

You know what most people don't

understand is that

art can be like,

like a popularity

contest, you know?

You do what you feel

is your best work,

love what you do,

but if the audience

doesn't show up then

you're out of a job.

Most people don't work

under those conditions.

But enough about me,

you're here about Vivian.

I've been her

Psychiatrist for six years

the entire time

she's been locked up.

I thought it'd be best if I

gathered some info for you.

What is it exactly

that you do here?

Oh, we focus mainly

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes