The Cell Page #7

As the bleach gurgles down the drain, Stargher lifts Anne

from the tub and carries her to the table. He places her

face up and dries her with a clean white towel. He moves her

limbs, lips, hips, and hands into desired positions then

retreats into shadow. In the harsh light, against the shiny

table, the bleached body has the quality of an apparition and

we almost expect her to move...

We HEAR Stargher remove his clothes and he steps into the

pool of light. Nude, we see that his lean, muscular frame is

laced with some rough tatoos. When he turns his back to us,

we find EIGHT METAL RINGS, thick and strong, PIERCED through

his flesh. Two columns of four on either side of the spine,

running from shoulder blade to just below the waist. What in

God's name are they for?

Stargher shuts off the work light and moves to an area where

he keeps TELEVISION MONITORS and VCRs. He inserts a

videocassette taken from the surveillance deck and watches

the screen.

In BLACK AND WHITE, we see Anne awaken in the cell. Her

first moments inside. Disoriented, terrified, trapped, she

examines her surroundings.

Stargher is mesmerized by her fear. Fast-forwarding to her

death, he presses a remote and we get SOUND. Anne screaming,

begging for her life. Aroused, stimulated, Stargher drinks

it in like a symphony. Valentine cowers in the back of his

cage, hating this.

INT. CATHERINE'S HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT

Lying on her bed (a waterbed), Catherine sleepily stares at

the ceiling, rolls onto her side, and feels herself drawn

into the comforter. The folds of the fabric become ripples.

Ripples become dunes.

EXT. EDWARD'S WORLD - DAY

And we find ourselves in the DESERT of EDWARD'S WORLD.

We fly over dunes and come up behind Catherine as she

struggles through waves of sand. The tree trunk is up ahead

and we glimpse someone hiding inside.

Catherine reaches. MOCKEY-LOCK ERUPTS FROM WITHIN THE TREE

TRUNK! SNARLING! Catherine retreats, silently screaming.

INT. CATHERINE'S HOUSE - BEDROOM - DAWN

IN HER OWN BED, Catherine's eyes are open. In sharp contrast

to a typical reaction to a nightmare, she remains calm. No

sweaty face, no gasp, no reaction at all, really. She might

as well have been dreaming of puppy dogs. Wide awake, her

eyes return their gaze to the ceiling.

CATHERINE:

Go. To. Sleep.

INT. STARGHER HOUSE - BASEMENT - NIGHT

CHAINS attached to bizarre HOOKS dangle from the ceiling.

Admiring Anne's body, Stargher links the hooks to the rings

in his back. He presses a remote unit and up in the rafters,

a series of GEARS click into motion. The sound is torturous

as the mechanical hoist LIFTS Stargher off the ground,

pulling at the rings, strips of flesh rising. Stargher

grimaces, but clearly he wants the pain, needs it. As the

hoist clicks into another gear, it carries Stargher over the

table until his body is perfectly positioned above Anne's.

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