The Insider Page #4

WIGAND:

Slow down. Slow down. Slow down.

Breathe deep. Breathe deep. Slow down,

honey. Slow down. Slow down.

Liane rushes in with rolled-up towels, kneels in front of

Deborah, smiling to mask anxiety, and goes into the bathroom

with the towels and turns on full blast the bathtub's hot

water. We don't know why yet...

Deborah's chest heaves. She's scared. Jeffrey gets in front

of her and talks to her to arrest her attention.

WIGAND (cont'd)

Here we go. Deep breaths, deep breaths.

BARBARA:

She was playing with the Pooh doll.

WIGAND:

Pooh's dusty, sweetheart...he's dusty,

and you breathed him in, okay? So what's

- what's happening to you now is... cells

called mast cells told your lungs "don't

breathe any more of that dust in."

(beat)

...and the airways in your lungs are like

branches. And when the branches close

up, you get an asthmatic attack. And, we

give you medicine, and you get better.

Huh? Okay? You're better already,

aren't you?

And the medication's taking effect and she's calmer.

Liane, hands clutched in her lap, smiles at Deborah. Now she

takes Deborah's hand and exchanges a look with Jeffrey.

Jeffrey's a good father, a natural caregiver.

WIGAND (cont'd)

Okay, baby?

INT. THE WIGANDS' HOUSE, LOUISVILLE - EVENING

Jeffrey, Liane and the two Girls silently eating dinner,

Deborah in a bathrobe.

DEBORAH:

Can I go to dance tomorrow? I'm

better...

LIANE:

...if you are, then I'll take Barbara to

soccer and take you to dance after...

WIGAND:

I can take her.

LIANE:

Don't you have to be at the office?

WIGAND:

(instead, getting up)

Is there any more rice...?

LIANE:

(nods)

Yes, it's on the stove...

He goes into the kitchen, to the stove, seeing...

LIANE (cont'd)

Do you want more rice?

DEBORAH:

Maybe later.

LIANE:

How about you?

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