wheelchair - a modern, ergonomic design. Jerome wheels
Eugene to a bedroom and, with some difficulty, hauls the larger
man onto the bed. Through his alcoholic fog, Eugene feebly co-
operates - his paralyzed legs a particular dead weight.
After covering Eugene with a blanket, Jerome enters a bathroom
containing a surgically-clean stainless steel basin, sink,
shower and toilet.
Beside the toilet st
wheelchair stares at him from the doorway.
The man is CHRISTOPH. Dark robes shroud his shriveled,
decaying body but his eyes still burn with life.
CHRISTOPH
(raspy voice which
labors to be heard)
May I trouble you with a confession?
Even in the flickering half-light of the candles, the
Priest can see that Christoph is dying.
PRIEST
Never a trouble.
The large statue of Jesus over the alter staring
curls around VERONICA to reveal that
she is writing in a diary, wearing a monocle.
VERONICA (V.O.)
I said so you teach people how to
spread their wings and fly. She
said Yes.
THE DIARY PAGE
VERONICAS pen sways across the diary page forming the words
echoed by her voice-over.
VERONICA (V.O.)
I said Youre Beautiful.
A sudden off-screen bark from HEATHER MCNAMARA causes the pen
to recklessly rocket
wheelchair. At 22his eyes are
hardened by the wisdom and wariness of one who has endured
pain beyond his years.
Jake stares upward at the levels of the city. MAGLEV TRAINS
WHOOSH overhead on elevated tracksagainst a sky of garish
advertizing.
JAKE (V.O.)
They can fix a spinalif you몶ve got the
money. But not on vet benefitsnot in
this economy.
The traffic light changes and Jake pushes forward wi
curl
of the subjects own hair is reproduced.
Heres President Lincoln and his assassin,
John Wilkes Booth...
one of my few concessions
to the macabre.
Thats the best figure of Booth Ive ever
seen. You almost expect him to speak.
-I wonder what hed say.
-Im sure hed rant a bit.
Even after he shot Lincoln and jumped
from the Presidents box onto the stage...
he couldnt resist turning to the audience