The Taking of Deborah Logan Page #3

Three-martini lunches

and affairs

and philanderers

and alcoholics and...

I had to cover

for all of these people.

You didn't have to.

You chose to.

Well, I did or they wouldn't

have stayed with me.

- True.

- I wouldn't have had a business.

You know.

MIA:
As the days pass,

what becomes most apparent

is there are no small tasks

for an Alzheimer's patient.

- WOMAN:
$27.96.

- DEBORAH:
27?

Let me see. Alright...

OK, there's some of the change.

- OK.

- I just need the dollars.

Oh, right, OK.

MIA:
Maintenance of daily living

exacts a great toll

as organisational thinking

is compromised.

It didn't cook it

all the way through.

I'm just gonna put this here

like this.

- Why, thank you.

- Does it taste alright?

- Is it sweet enough?

- Yeah, that is good.

Can you taste the vanilla in it?

- That's my secret.

- MAN:
She's a fighter.

And she's brave.

She's generous and kind.

But how do you fight your way

through something you...

...you can't see or know?

I do all my little puzzles.

I do crosswords.

I'm lifting weights.

I am doing everything

that I have read will help

to stave off the progression

of this disease.

Stave it off!

There's no cure.

And so when I am

in the middle of something

and suddenly my mind

just leaves the premises,

there are no words to describe

how distressing it is.

(WIND CHIMES TINKLE)

LUIS:
Debbie in the garden.

Zoom in.

Slow push.

What is she...

Luis, you're supposed to be

working on the edit!

- Why are you screwing around?

- I was just shooting some...

I'm hungry-

- You hungry?

- LUIS:
Um...

Let's get some lunch.

LUIS:
Mia, lunch?

(STATIC HISSES)

(STATIC HISSES)

(DOOR SLAMS)

(DOOR CREAKS)

Am I supposed to not talk?

Should I hold my breath?

(PRETENDS TO CHOKE)

It doesn't matter, anyway,

because, wow,

your blood pressure...

- I mean...

- What?

You know stress is

the real killer, right?

Don't worry.

I plan on dying of cirrhosis

of the liver, anyway, OK?

- Right?

- Well...

- Uh-huh?

- However you wanna go.

GAVIN:
Whoa, put that down!

- Hey!

- LUIS:
Put down the knife!

Hey, hey!

What, I didn't take anything.

Look, whatever it is,

I'll help you find it.

I'll help you...

Whoa, put that down!

- Hey, hey!

- (YELLS INDISTINCTLY)

Get away from me!

Where is my spade?!

- I didn't take it.

- You took it!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- LUIS:
Holy sh*t.

GAVIN:
Tell her

I didn't take her damn spade!

DEBORAH:
That's where it was!

You took it!

GAVIN:
OK, OK!

(POTS CLATTER LOUDLY)

DEBORAH:
I need that spade!

- I need it!

- LUIS:
Get down from there.

- They're all in here.

- I need that spade!

(SCREAMS)

Where here?!

Where is it?!

Goddammit!

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