The Cell Page #3
ELLA:
My husband wonders if that's true.
(delivering bad news)
He wants to place Edward in a hospital.
Seeing an unfunded future, Henry's ready to disassociate
himself from Miriam and Catherine...
HENRY:
There are other applications for the
scanner, Mr. Baines...
LUCIEN:
I realize that, Henry...
(to Miriam)
And I know your work, Dr. Kent, is
invaluable to this company...
CATHERINE:
You don't know about me, though, do you?
LUCIEN:
Catherine, we've waited eighteen months
for signs of progress...
CATHERINE:
There's been progress.
LUCIEN:
Yes, but there is no proof the procedure
works. All I have is a belief that your
interaction with my son is not a
hallucination.
Catherine is hurt and vulnerable due to exhaustion and the
intensity of her experience with Edward, but feels she must
defend herself.
CATHERINE:
(to Cooperman, Miriam, Henry)
You picked me, remember? And I took the
job. Gladly. This is the next wave and
I want to be part of it...
COOPERMAN:
No one is doubting your ability.
CATHERINE:
Then what is it?
Introspective and solemn-eyed, Lucien takes a moment, then:
LUCIEN:
I've invested millions of dollars in
this study... And I've convinced others
to do the same. I suppose I should feel
responsible to them, but I don't. I
could care less if they see a profit.
I'm responsible to my boy, that's all
that matters.
(looks her in the eye)
You tell me... Am I doing the right
thing?
OFF CATHERINE'S FACE...
At first, we're not sure where we are or what's happening.
It's too bright, the space confining. As our eyes adjust, we
seem to be in a bathroom or shower stall. We HEAR a WOMAN
CRYING and the camera finds ANNE VICKSEY. Dark circles
beneath eyes red and puffy from crying. Hair wet and ratted.
Sweater and pants damp and stained. Barefoot, she shivers
from cold and fear...
PULL BACK to show more of her surroundings. The white-tiled
10' x 8' room features a SHOWER HEAD, TOILET, and a push
button SPIGOT for drinking water. Two walls are SOLID, the
other two MIRRORED, the glass covered by thick clear plastic.
The floor is littered with empty food wrappers - candy bars,
juice boxes. In the center of the floor is a DRAIN and above
her, on the ceiling, a FLUORESCENT LAMP, also encased in
clear plastic.
There is no door.
A mechanism CLICKS. Then a RUMBLING... Anne seems to know
what's coming. She presses against the wall, removes her
arms from the sleeves of the sweater, hunches down, and
raises the garment over her head, forming a tent.
WATER ERUPTS from the shower head. There is no steam, so
this water must be cold. Shaking, Anne whispers a count to
herself - "One-one thousand, two-one thousand, three..." and
so on. The spray hits everything in the room - mirror,
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