SHIVERS Page #5
- R
- Year:
- 1975
- 87 min
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Tudor approaches the dining room with his hand over his nose
and mouth.
Annabelle's corpse is still smoking where it lies on the
dining-room table. Hobbes's body is twisted into the fetal
position at the foot of the table, one hand still clutching
the scalpel stuck in its neck, the floor beneath it bright
with blood.
Tudor winces as though stuck with a pin. Blinking rapidly,
he edges around the room until his angle of vision is such
that he can see the head of the corpse on the table. It is
definitely Annabelle, eyes still staring, surgical clip still
attached to her lips, purple bruises on her neck.
Tudor turns, his body contracting around the pit of his
stomach. After a moment he manages to straighten up and
stagger from the apartment, having at least enough presence
of mind to take his attaché case, which he left by the door,
and to close the door behind him.
INT. ANNABELLE'S APARTMENT -- AFTERNOON
Dr. Roger St. Luc, tall, thin, dark, not bad-looking, stands
over the table staring at the corpse of Annabelle. As he
watches, two ambulance men throw a sheet over her and begin
to lift her down on to a stretcher on the floor. The voice
of the superintendent of the building drifts over to him
from the other end of the apartment.
SUPER (V.O.)
Like I said to the police officer,
he paid the rent, Dr. Hobbes did.
And he came around and chatted a lot
with everyone here, the staff, I
mean. Nice guy. Not a high and mighty
type. But it was her name on the
residency list and the buzzer board:
Annabelle... what was it again?...
Annabelle Horsefield. She never
complained about anything, not to
me, anyway.
The super, a small, unshaven, harassed little man with a lot
of energy, is talking to a large beefy detective who writes
everything down in a notebook.
DETECTIVE:
(pointing to
Annabelle's corpse,
which is just being
carried out the door)
And that was her. Annabelle Horse...
field.
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