Eyes Wide Shut

A Screenplay by Stanley Kubrick & Frederic Raphael


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Copyright ©1999 Stanley Kubrick & Federic Raphael, All Rights Reserved.


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INT BILL & ALICE'S APT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
It is a week before Christmas.  The tree is decorated and Christmas

cards stand open everywhere in the comfortable Central Park West

apartment.
Settled into the couch in the living room, watching TV, are seven

year-old , HELENA, and the BABY-SITTER, a young college girl.
BEDROOM

BILL and ALICE HARFORD, an attractive couple in their thirties, are

in evening clothes preparing to leave for a party.
		      ALICE (looking in mirror)

			    How do I look?
				 BILL

			   You look great.
				ALICE

			    My hair okay?
				 BILL

			       Perfect.
				ALICE

		    You're not even looking at it.
Bill kisses her neck.
				 BILL

		It's absolutely beautiful.  You always

			   look beautiful.
				ALICE

		    Oh, shut up...  OK, let's go.
They walk into the living room.  The baby sitter gets to her feet.

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			     BABY-SITTER

		   Oh, you look so-ooo lovely, Mrs.

			       Harford.
			    ALICE (laughs)

			   Thank you, Roz.

			     (to Helena)

			  All ready for bed?
				HELENA

		   Yes, Mommy.  I took my bath and

			  brushed my teeth.
AD-LIBS of praise as BILL and ALICE kiss HELENA goodnight.
			     BABY-SITTER

		What time do you want Helena to go to

				 bed?
				HELENA

		  Please, Mommy, can I stay up late

		  tonight and watch the (name of TV

			  show)  Ple-eease.
				ALICE

			    When is it on?
				HELENA

			     Ten-thirty.
				ALICE

		 Okay, darling, but just for tonight.
				HELENA

			  Thank you, Mommy.
The house intercom rings.  BILL goes to answer it.
			   DOORMAN (VOICE)

			   Doctor Harford?
				 BILL

				 Yes.

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			       DOORMAN

			   The car is here.
				 BILL

		       OK, we'll be right down.
Bill returns to sitting room.
				 BILL

		    OK the car's here - let's go.

			   (to Baby-sitter)

		Roz, we might be late tonight but I'll

		    hold the car to take you home.
			     BABY-SITTER

		  Oh, that's great, Doctor Harford.

			  Thanks very much.
AD-LIBS of Good nights and have a good time.
EXT HIRED CAR DRIVE-BY (CPW TO 5TH) - NIGHT (2nd Unit)
INT CAR - NIGHT

BILL takes ALICE's hand and gives her a loving wink.
EXT ZIEGLER MIDTOWN MANSION - NIGHT

BILL'S car pulls up behind a stretch limo.
INT CAR - NIGHT

The driver hands Bill a clip board with a form attached to it.
				DRIVER

		      Can you sign this, Doctor?
The doorman, carrying an umbrella, opens the car door.
			    BILL (signing)

			    Okay, thanks..

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				DRIVER

	       Thanks.  (handing his card)  Just phone

		about half hour before you want to be

			      picked up.
				 BILL

			      OK.  Fine.
				DRIVER

			 Have a good evening.
BILL and ALICE exit the car and enter the house.
INT ZIEGLER MANSION - NIGHT

Big party already in progress.
Sound of a dance band off.
Many guests still arriving.
Two ladies seated at a table confirm that Doctor and Mrs Harford are

on the invitation roster.
Their coats are taken.
The hosts, VICTOR ZIEGLER, a fit, sun-tanned, man in his mid-fifties,

and his wife, ILLONA, a Hungarian beauty, stand to one side

greeting their guests in the large entrance hall.
		  ZIEGLER (speaking above the noise)

	       Bill!...Alice!...  I'm so glad you could

		come.  It's wonderful to see you both,
AD-LIBS of further greetings while they shake hands and kiss on both

cheeks.
			       ZIEGLER

	       And Alice, my dear, forgive the pitiful

		 understatement but you look totally

			      beautiful.
Victor and Alice exchange if-there-was-world-enough-and-time

smiles.

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			       ZIEGLER

		 And Bill, that osteopath you sent me

		to?  He was wonderful.  You should see

			    my serve now.
				 BILL

		 Yes, he's the top man in the world.
ANOTHER FABULOUS ROOM - A LITTLE LATER

BILL and ALICE, carrying champagne glasses make their way through

the glitterati.
They stop to admire the 17 foot Christmas tree trimmed with colored

lights and antique ornaments.
BALLROOM - BILL & ALICE DANCING

BILL's attention is caught by one of the musicians on the bandstand.
				 BILL

			 I don't believe it.
				ALICE

				What?
				 BILL

		  The guy at the piano.  That's Nick

		Nightingale, I went to medical school

			      with him.
				ALICE

		 He's plays pretty good for a doctor.
				 BILL

	       He's not a doctor.  He dropped out.  I'm

		  going to have to say hello to him.
				ALICE

		  Okay, I'll go and get us some more

			      champagne.

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				 BILL

		       I'll see you at the bar.
BILL walks over to the bandstand as they finish a set.
				 BILL

		      Nick!..  Nick Nightingale!
				 NICK

		Hey!  Bill Harford!  What a surprise.

			How the hell are you?
AD LIBS of greetings as they shake hands.
				 BILL

		      God, how long has it been?
				 NICK

			      Ten years?
				 BILL

			    And a couple.
				 NICK

		    How's life been treating you?
				 BILL

		  Not too bad.  And you've become a

			       pianist.
				 NICK

		       My friends call me that.
			    BILL (laughs)

		   And how do you happen to playing

			    here tonight?
				 NICK

		   I know my Cole Porter and I work

				cheap.
They both laugh.
				 NICK

		 How about you.  Still in the doctor

			      business?

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				 BILL

		  You know how it is, once a doctor,

			   always a doctor.
				 NICK

		 In my case, never a doctor, never a

		doctor.  You _don't_ know how that is.
				 BILL

		I never did understand why you walked

				away.
				 NICK

	      No?  It's a nice feeling.  I do it a lot.
The BAND LEADER comes over and gives NICK a nod and BILL an

polite smile.
				 NICK

	      Okay, we're off again.  Listen, if I don't

		   catch you later, I'm down in the

		Village for the next two weeks, at the

		  Cafe Sonata.  Come by if you get a

			       chance.
			     BILL (nods)

	      Cafe Sonata, right.  Okay, and listen, it

		     was great seeing you again.
				 NICK

			Same here.  Take care.
The band starts up again.
The ballroom is crowded and BILL starts to make his way around the

dance floor to the bar.
ALICE is at the bar waiting for him.
She reaches absently for her champagne glass...

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and finds she is holding - or touching - a man's hand.
			    ALICE (smiles)

		       I think that's my glass.
				SZABO

		    I'm absolutely certain of it.
SZABO is a handsome man, in his mid-forties with a slight Central

European accent.
He drinks slowly from ALICE'S glass and looks directly into her eyes

as he does so.
				SZABO

		Did you ever read the Latin poet Ovid

			 on The Art of Love?
				ALICE

	       Didn't he wind up all by himself, crying

		his eyes out in some place with a very

			     bad climate.
				SZABO

		But he also had a good time first.  A

			   very good time.
				SZABO

		 By the way, my name is Sandor Szabo.

			    I'm Hungarian.
				ALICE

	       Pleased to meet you.  My name is Alice.

			    I'm American.
				SZABO

		   Would you like to dance, Alice?
ALICE notices BILL across the room talking to two beautiful models.
				ALICE

			  Why not? - Sandor.

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ACROSS THE ROOM - BILL & THE MODELS

GAYLE, the taller model, shouts to BILL above the music.
				GAYLE

			  Nobody likes you?

			       (louder)
				GAYLE

		Nobody likes you, is that the problem?
				 BILL

	       Put it this way, nobody _wants_ to admit

		   how much they like me.  But I'm

		    confident it can still happen.
			    GAYLE (laughs)

		      Do you know Nuala Windsor?
GAYLE asks, putting her arm around her friend's waist.
			    BILL (smiles)

	       Nuala...I certainly feel like I do.  How

			 do you spell, Nuala?
				NUALA

			    N..u..a..l..a.
				 BILL

		       Is that a Hawaiian name?
				NUALA

		       No, it's an agency name.
They all laugh.
				GAYLE

		   You were very kind to her once.
				 BILL

		   Only once?  That sounds like an

			      oversight.
				NUALA

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		    I was on a shoot, modelling at

		 Rockefeller Center, on a very windy

		 day.  You happened to be passing by.
			  BILL (remembering)

		  And you got something in your eye?
				NUALA

		 Just about half of 5th Avenue.  You

			were such a gentleman.
				 BILL

		   That can happen when you're in a

				hurry.
				NUALA

		 You actually had a _handkerchief_ -

			which was also clean!
				 BILL

		   That's the kind of hero I can be

			      sometimes!
ALICE is dancing with the Sandor.  He holds her close to him.
				SZABO

			What do you do, Alice?
				ALICE

	       Well, actually, I'm looking for a job at

		  the moment.  I was an editor at a

		publishing house but they went broke.
				SZABO

		Perhaps I can be of some help.  I know

		     a few people in publishing.
Alice doesn't reply to this.
				SZABO

			 And you're married?
ALICE shows him her wedding ring.
				SZABO

		  And you're here tonight with your

			       husband?
				ALICE

			    I am, indeed..
				SZABO

			       How sad.
Alice makes a that's-life face.
				SZABO

		 But of course I should have guessed

	       that.  If you weren't with your husband

		 tonight you wouldn't be so careful.
ALICE laughs.
				SZABO

		 May I ask why a beautiful woman who

		could have any man in this room wants

			    to be married?
				ALICE

			     You can ask.
				SZABO

		    You know why women used to get

			 married, don't you?
				ALICE

			Why don't you tell me.
				SZABO

		 It was the only way they could lose

	       their virginity's and be free to do what

		they wanted with other men.  The ones

			 they really wanted.

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				ALICE

			     Fascinating.
				SZABO

		Victor and Illona have a fabulous art

			     collection.
				ALICE

			They do, don't they.
				SZABO

		 Have you ever seen the Impressionist

			   stuff upstairs?
				ALICE

			  I don't think so.
				SZABO

		  There are a couple of magnificent

			  Bonnards up there.
				ALICE

			      Are there?

				  
				SZABO

			 Do you like Bonnard?
				ALICE

			      Yes, I do.
				SZABO

		  Would you like me to show them to

				 you?
				ALICE

		   Well, maybe not just right now.
				SZABO

			We won't be gone long.
ALICE smiles and shakes her head.
BILL AND THE MODELS

NUALA slowly leading BILL to the door.

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				NUALA

		   Do you know what's so nice about

			       doctors?
				 BILL

		Usually a lot less than people think.
				NUALA

		    They look so...  knowledgable!

				  
				 BILL

		 They are very knowledgeable - about

			 all sorts of things.

				  
				GAYLE

	       But I'll bet they work too hard.  I bet

		    they miss out on a lot of fun.
				 BILL

		  You're absolutely right.  Where we

			    going, girls?
			    NUALA (laughs)

		       Where the rainbow ends.
BILL slows down a little.
				GAYLE

		    Don't you want to go where the

			    rainbow ends?
				 BILL

		  Do I want to go where the rainbow

				ends?
Before he can answer, a big man who looks like he stepped right

out of _The Godfather_ walks up - HARRIS, Ziegler's _personal

assistant_.
				HARRIS

		  Excuse me, Doctor Harford.  May I

		      trouble you for a moment?
				 BILL

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				Sure.
		    HARRIS (nods towards the door)

		  Could you spare a minute, please?
				 BILL

			      What's up?
				HARRIS

		   Could you come with me, please?
			    GAYLE (laughs)

		      It's something for Me. Z.
				 BILL

				Okay.
				GAYLE

			   Come back soon.
The girls blow kisses.  Bill smiles.
ALICE AND SZABO DANCING
				SZABO

		  Alice, you're a fascinating woman.
ALICE makes a can't-help-that face.
				SZABO

		  I'd really like to see you again.
				ALICE

		 I don't think that would really be a

			      good idea.
				SZABO

	      You _are_ cruel.  What about lunch, later

			      this week?

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BILL AND HARRIS - CORRIDORS AND STAIRCASE

Muffled sounds of the music echo from the ballroom below.
HARRIS stops in front of a large door and knocks quietly.
			     ZIEGLER (os)

				 Yes?
				HARRIS

			  It's Harris, sir.
After a few seconds the key is turned in the lock and the door slowly

opens revealing a barefoot ZIEGLER wearing only his pants and

undershirt.
			       ZIEGLER

		Thanks very much for coming up, Bill.
He gestures BILL in.  HARRIS waits outside.
A strikingly beautiful, half-naked woman in her late twenties, is

sprawled face up, her clothing scattered on the floor.
				 BILL

			    What happened?
			       ZIEGLER

			  She OD'd on coke.
ZIEGLER gestures to the cocaine paraphernalia on the night table.
		      BILL (checking her pulse)

		   How long has she been like this?
			       ZIEGLER

			  Maybe ten minutes?
BILL feels her carotid artery.
				 BILL

		      Has this happened before?
			       ZIEGLER

		       Not sure, but probably.

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BILL turns her face to the light of a table lamp to check her pupils.
The woman stirs.
				 BILL

		    She's starting to come around.
The woman makes a few unintelligible sounds.

BILL takes her wrist again and looks at his watch.
				 BILL

		 Good...Well...I don't think there's

		really anything to worry about.  Coke

		   wears off in half an hour or so.
ZIEGLER is visibly relieved.
BILL continues to watch her in silence.
				 BILL

		Someone should stay with her, though,

		   until she's fully herself again.
			       ZIEGLER

				Okay.
				 BILL

		     Some cold towels on her face

		       wouldn't be a bad idea.
			       ZIEGLER

				Okay.
				 BILL

		   Anyone here with her to take her

				home?
			       ZIEGLER

	      I'll take care of that...She's a friend of

			     the family.
Bill nods and watches her for a few moments longer.  The he makes

moves like he wants to go..

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				 BILL

	       She'll be all right, Victor.  Okay if I

			leave the rest to you?
			       ZIEGLER

	       Sure...  And listen, Bill, I don't know

		  how to thank you enough for this.
				 BILL

		 It was nothing.  Glad to be of help.
			       ZIEGLER

		And, Bill - I know I don't have to say

	      this but I trust this is just between the

			      two of us.
				 BILL

			      Of course.
BALLROOM

BILL re-enters the ballroom and looks around for the two models but

he doesn't see them.
Then... a woman's arm slips through his.
He looks down at the wedding-ringed hand.
It's ALICE.
She is flushed and glad to have found him.
				ALICE

		 Haven't I seen you someplace before?

				  
				 BILL

		  Could be.  What's your name again?
She kisses him.
				ALICE

			 Can we go home now?

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BILL AND ALICE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

ALICE stands naked in front of her dressing table mirror rubbing face

cream.  BILL comes up behind her, kisses her shoulder and runs his

hands lightly over her breasts.
				 V.O.

		That night they were more blissful in

		 their ardent love than they had been

			   for a long time.
SHOTS TO ILLUSTRATE V.O.
Getting up.
Alice and Helena in the kitchen.
Bill in his office with patients.
				 V.O.

		  The gray of morning awakened them

			    only too soon.
Alice had to take Helena to school.
		    And Bill had a number of early

			    appointments.
		  So the evening hours passed in the

		 predetermined daily routine of work,

		  and the events of the night before

			    began to fade.
BILL'S APARTMENT - HELENA'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

HELENA reading aloud to BILL and ALICE from "A Child's Garden of

Verses".  She finishes her poem and yawns.
				 BILL

		  And now, my darling, time for bed.

			   What do you say?
HELENA smiles and puts her arms around BILL.
BILL and ALICE kiss her goodnight, turn out the lights and go into the

living room.
LIVING ROOM

ALICE sighs comfortably.
				ALICE

		  So, how do you feel about wrapping

			    some presents?
				 BILL

		   Kind of negative.  We can do it

			      tomorrow.
Bill drops down on the couch, picks up the TV controller and starts

switching channels.
Alice snuggles up to him.
				ALICE

		      Anything good on tonight?
				 BILL

		       Have you got the paper?
Alice puts her arms around him.
				ALICE

		    I don't feel like watching TV.
They kiss.
				ALICE

		  Let's break the law a little first
BATHROOM - A FEW MOMENTS LATER

Bill takes a Band-Aid box from the bathroom medicine cabinet and

removes a small plastic bag of pot.

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BEDROOM

Alice skillfully rolls two joints.
MINUTES LATER

Bill and Alice sitting in bed, partly undressed and smoking the joints.
Alice inhales and leans back with an ashtray in her lap.

She is high.
				ALICE

		      How about the truth game?

				  
				 BILL

		   Always a bit dangerous with pot.
				ALICE

			 Isn't that the fun?
				 BILL

		       I'm putty in your hands.
				ALICE

		Okay, let's start with who were those

		   those two gorgeous women at the

			  party last night?
				 BILL

		 Don't really know.  One of them just

			started talking to me.
				ALICE

		  I thought they might be patients?
				 BILL

		No such luck.  They're models.  One of

		  them said I once removed something

		    from her eyes on windy day in

			  Rockefeller Plaza.
				ALICE

			  Always on the job.

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				 BILL

			      That's me.
				ALICE

		 And what did they want from you this

				time?
				 BILL

			 My body - what else?
ALICE doesn't find the remark particularly amusing.
				 BILL

		 Hey, come on - all I did was talk to

		them...  Anyway, who was the guy _you_

			  were dancing with?
BILL is not that interested and just wants to change the subject.
				ALICE

			       Sandor?
				 BILL

			Sandor...  Who is he?
				ALICE

		      A friend of the Zieglers.
				 BILL

			 And what does he do?
				ALICE

		     I never actually found out?
				 BILL

				Rich?
				ALICE

			 Talked like he was.
				 BILL

			And what did he want?

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				ALICE

		   Sex.  Upstairs.  Then and there.
The pot makes ALICE think this is hilarious.
				 BILL

		 Well, I guess that's understandable.
				ALICE

			   Understandable?
				 BILL

		   Well, you're a beautiful woman.
				ALICE

		    Oh, I see.  So does exhaustive

		 research show that every man I meet

			  wants to screw me?
				 BILL

		   There might be some exceptions.
				ALICE

		  Does that mean that all men, with

	       _possibly_ _some_ _exceptions_, want to

		screw all beautiful women, married or

			      otherwise?

				  
				 BILL

		      I suppose, basically, yes.
				ALICE

		   So does that mean you wanted to

			screw the two models?
				 BILL

		   I did say with some exceptions.
				ALICE

		  And of course you're an exception?
				 BILL

				 Yes.

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				ALICE

			      How come?
				 BILL

			 Because I love you.
				ALICE

			  Any other reasons?
				 BILL

			Because we're married.
				ALICE

			     Any others?
				 BILL

		 And because I wouldn't lie to you or

			      hurt you.
				ALICE

		So basically what it comes down to is

		   that you wouldn't screw the two

		models out of _consideration_ for me,

		       but otherwise you would.
				 BILL

		   Hey, is this thing on Court TV?
BILL feigns looking around for cameras.
				ALICE

		     Why don't you just give me a

			   straight answer?
				 BILL

		   Hey, come on, honey.  The pot's

			making you aggressive.
He takes her cigarette and puts it out.
				ALICE

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		I'm not being aggressive at all - and

		   how about you not putting out my

				 BILL

			 Okay.  Okay.  Okay.
				ALICE

		   Now try to be honest.  When some

		really great-looking woman comes in to

	      your office to have her tits checked out,

		 don't you ever think about screwing

				 her?
				 BILL

		   Come on, give me a break.  I'm a

	       doctor.  It's all very impersonal.  And

		 anyway my insurance requires that a

		       nurse is always present.
				ALICE

		  You're being evasive.  When you're

		feeling her tits, is it never any more

		     than sheer professionalism?
				 BILL

		     Basically, that's all it is.
				ALICE

			   Just basically?
				 BILL

		 Oh, come on.  There are no absolutes

			     in anything.
				ALICE

	      No absolutes...  Okay.  Fine...  And does

		 the same thing go for women?  While

		they're having their tits squeezed, do

		 you suppose your lady patients ever

		 wonder what your dick might be like?
				 BILL

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			   Definitely not.
				ALICE

			   And why is that?
			    BILL (laughs)

		  Because they're too worried about

			  what I might find.
				ALICE

			You know what I mean.
				 BILL

		    No, again.  Not most of them.
				ALICE

				 Why?
				 BILL

		 Well, I suppose that most women are

		   programmed differently from men
				ALICE

	       Oh, yes, I forgot.  Millions of years of

		 evolution - right?  Men have to put

		  their sperm into as many women as

		   they can, but women stay at home

	       with pretty pink things and take care of

			    the children?
				 BILL

	       A bit oversimplified but something like

				that.
A dispirited smile passes over her face.
				ALICE

		      Oh, if you men only knew.
The look in her eyes changes, becoming cool and impenetrable,

and BILL allows her hands to slip from his.
				 BILL

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		   If we knew -?  What do you mean

			       by that?
		  ALICE (in a strangely harsh voice)

		   About what you imagine, my dear.
				 BILL

	      Hey, Alice, hey, look at me...  The truth.

		 Is there something you've kept from

				 me?
ALICE looks down with a strange smile.
			    BILL (laughs)

		  You're just trying to wind me up.
				ALICE

			    If you say so.
				 BILL

		If I say so?  Wait a minute.  I'm not

		going to let you get away with that...

		Seriously...  Is there's something you

			   haven't told me?
ALICE stops short of saying something.
				 BILL

			       Say it.
ALICE nods.
				ALICE

		  Well, last summer at Cape Cod - I

		 don't suppose you remember one night

		in the dining room, there was a young

		Naval officer sitting near us.  He was

		       with two other officers.

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				 BILL

		As a matter of fact, I don't  But what

			      about him?
				ALICE

		   The waiter brought him a message

		during dinner, at which point he left

			      the table?
Bill waits for her to continue.
				ALICE

		Well...I first saw him that morning in

		the lobby.  He was checking in and he

		  was following the bellboy with his

		       luggage to the elevator.
		  He glanced at me as he walked past

	       but didn't stop until he had gone a few

		   more steps.  Then he turned and

			    looked at me.
	      He didn't say anything.  He didn't smile.

		   In fact, it seemed to me that he

		scowled.  Maybe I did the same thing.
ALICE stops for a moment.
				ALICE

		I was very stirred by him.  That whole

	       day I lay on the beach, lost in dreams.
She stops.
				 BILL

				Go on.
ALICE thinks about how to continue.
BILL stares at her.

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				ALICE

		  That afternoon you and I made love

		 and talked about our future, and our

				child.
		Later we were sitting on the balcony

		    and he passed below us without

			     looking up.
	       Just the sight of him stirred me deeply

		and I thought if he wanted me, I could

		 not have resisted.  I thought I was

			ready to give up you,

		     the child, my whole future.
		And yet at the same time - if you can

		understand it - you were dearer to me

		than ever, and I stroked your forehead

		  and kissed your hair, and at that

		   moment my love for you was both

			   tender and sad.
		At dinner I wore a white rose and you

	       said I was very beautiful.  It might not

		have been just an accident that he and

		       his friends sat near us.
		   He didn't look up but I actually

		considered getting up, walking over to

		   him and like someone in a movie,

		saying, 'Here I am, my love, for whom

		      I have waited - take me.'
	       Well, it was about then that the waiter

		brought him the envelope.  He read it,

	       turned pale, said goodbye to his friends

		- and glancing at me mysteriously, he

			    left the room.
ALICE stops for a moment.
				ALICE

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		I barely slept that night and woke up

	      the next morning very agitated.  I didn't

		know whether I was afraid that he had

	     left or that he might still be there...  But

		by dinner I realised he was gone and I

		      breathed a sigh of relief.
Long silence
				 BILL

			And if he hadn't left?
Alice doesn't reply.
				ALICE

			    I don't know.
BILL doesn't say anything but there is a scornful expression around his

mouth.
The phone rings.
				 BILL

		Hello?...Oh...  When did they call?...

		No, I have the address...If they call

		       again say I'm on my way.
He hangs up the phone and starts to put on his shoes.
				 BILL

		       Lou Nathanson just died.
				ALICE

		  Oh, that's too bade.  But you were

		     expecting that, weren't you?
				 BILL

				Yes..
Bill starts to get dressed.
				 BILL

		 I have to go over there for a while.

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				ALICE

				 Now?
				 BILL

		       I have to show my face.
BILL silently getting dressed.
				ALICE

	       Obviously, it was a mistake to have told

				 you.
			    BILL (coldly)

		Not at all..  We must always tell each

			  other everything.
				ALICE

			   It was the pot.
			    BILL (coldly)

		  It doesn't really matter.  Nothing

		   happened.  Just a passing fancy.
EXT MARION'S APARTMENT HOUSE - NIGHT

BILL's taxi pulls up to the stylish, lower 5th avenue apartment.

Doorman opens the door.
INT MARION'S LOBBY

Bill walks to the elevator
INT MARION's PRIVATE ELEVATOR LOBBY

Bill exits elevator and find's her door ajar.

He knocks softly and enters without waiting for a reply.
			    BILL (softly)

			       Marion?
He walks through the quiet apartment.

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MASTER BEDROOM

The body of LOU NATHANSON lies on a large bed with an oxygen

cylinder and other medical paraphernalia on tables on each side of

the bed.
MARION, the dead man's daughter, a pretty girl in her late twenties,

sits at the foot of the bed, exhausted, her arms hanging limply at her

side.
She starts to get up but BILL stops her with a movement from his

hand, and she merely greets him with a nod, her eyes large and sad.
BILL moves to the head of the bed and mechanically places his hands

on the forehead of the dead man and on his arms.
He shakes his head a couple of times and his shoulders drop with a

slight expression of regret.
				 BILL

		I hope his last moments were peaceful.
Marion gives him a despairing look.
He puts his hands in his pockets and his eyes wander about the room

until they finally rest again on Marion.
				 BILL

		  Well, Marion, at least you weren't

		    entirely unprepared for this.
She holds out her hand to him.  He takes it sympathetically.
Marion sighs, woefully.
				MARION

		Dad seemed pretty good today.  Around

	      nine o'clock he said he felt like taking a

	       nap.  So I went into the living room to

	      watch television.  I don't think I was out

	       of his room for more than half-an-hour.

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Marion starts to weep.
				MARION

		When I went back, at first I though he

		was still asleep...  The I realized he

	      wasn't breathing...  I did everything you

		    had told me but..  he was....
She can't bring herself to say, dead, and she shakes her head,

despairingly.
				MARION

		 I called the emergency people... But

		 when they got here they just said he

		    was...dead and asked whether I

		    wanted them to take him away?
She breaks down sobbing.
BILL draws up a chair and sits down opposite her.
				 BILL

		  Marion, from what you've said, it

		 sounds like your father died in his

		  sleep.  He wouldn't have suffered.
				MARION

		Oh, God...I hope not...  I've been so

	      afraid of the actual...  dying business...

	   But he made it _so_ _easy_, just as he tried to

		make everything else in my life easy.
BILL takes her hands.
				 BILL

		    Have you notified any of your

			      relatives?
				MARION

		     I phoned Carl - my fiancee.

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She does not look BILL straight in the eye when she says, fiancee/
				MARION

		 He's going to make some calls for me

		      and then he's coming over.
				 BILL

			   Oh, that's good.
				MARION

		  I think you've met Carl here a few

		times?  We're planning to get married

			      in April.
				 BILL

		Oh, that's wonderful.  I'm very happy

			       for you.
They sit for a few moments without speaking.
				 V.O.

	       I certainly do remember Carl.  So she's

		 going to marry him, Bill thought to

		 himself.  I wonder why?  She surely

	       can't be in love with him.  He's nothing

		  to look at, and he hasn't got any

		 money...  He's just an assistant in

	       professor of something or other...  But

	     then it's none of my business.  Still... if

	       she were my mistress, her hair would be

	      less dry and her lips would be fuller and

			       redder.
Marion suddenly starts to talk.
				MARION

		     Dad had so many worries and

		disappointments.  My mother was never

	      well...  And my _brother_...he was such a

		 disappointment...  I don't even know

		 where he is.  The last we heard from

		   him was from some small town in

		Mexico.  I can't even remember where.

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[POSSIBLE MISSING PAGE]

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In spite of himself, BILL places his hand on her head, caressing it.  He

feels her body begin to tremble and her sobs become louder and

finally quite unrestrained.
All at once, she slips down from her chair and kneels in front of him,

clasping his legs with her arms and pressing her face into them.
She looks up at him with large eyes, wild with grief, and whispers

ardently:
				MARION

		I don't want to leave here...  Even if

	      you never return...  Even if I am never to

	     see you again...  I want, at least, to live

			      near you.
BILL looks touched rather than surprised.
				 BILL

		       Please - get up, Marion.
He says this softly, and bending down he gently raises her up.
He glances at the dead man on the bed and only puts his arms

around her in a very hesitant embrace and kisses her on the

forehead.
At the same time, without knowing why, a sense of anger wells up

against ALICE.
_Jealous fantasy image of Alice and the Naval officer._
The door bell rings.
He hastily kisses Marion's cheek, as if in gratitude, and goes to the

door.
It's CARL standing there - a very ordinary looking man with an

umbrella in his hand and a serious face appropriate to the situation.
The two men greet each other much more cordially than is called for

by their actual state of acquaintance.

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They walk to the bedroom and CARL has an embarrassed look at the

deceased.
				 CARL

		  Oh, my poor, dear Marion.  I am so

				sorry.
He puts his arms around her.
BILL goes into the next room to write out the death certificate.
When he finishes, he returns to the bedroom where the engaged

couple sit, hand in hand, by the bed of the dead man.
The door-bell rings.
				 CARL

			     I'll get it.
While he is out of the room, Marion, with her eyes on the floor, says,

almost inaudibly:
				MARION

			     I love you.
BILL merely pronounces her name tenderly.
				 BILL

			       Marion.
CARL returns with Marion's UNCLE and AUNT and aunt, whose

presence gives BILL the opportunity to make his goodbyes and leave.
At the door.
				 CARL

		      I hope we'll see you soon.
EXT MARION'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Bill walks outside.  It has become even milder.  A gentle breeze carries

[illegible] from the nearby park to the street.  BILL inhales the fresh air.

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			       DOORMAN

				Taxi?
				 BILL

	       No thanks.  I think I'll walk for a bit.
EXT STREET TO PARK - NIGHT

Bill walking.
EXT PARK - NIGHT

Walking through the park, BILL notices on some of the benches in the

shadows, that couples are kissing, just as if Spring had actually

arrived and no danger lurked in the deceptive warm air.
A tramp lies full length on a bench wrapped in newspapers with his

hat over his face.
				 V.O.

		The image of the tramp made him think

		  of the dead man he had just left,

		  and he shuddered and felt slightly

		 nauseated at the thought that decay

		 and decomposition had already begun

		 their work in the body he just left.
	      He was glad he was still alive and in all

		probability that these ugly things were

	       still far removed from him, and that he

	      was, in fact, still in the prime of life,

		 had a beautiful wife and could have

	       several women in addition, if he wanted

		 to, although doing so would require

		     more free time than he had.
BILL notices a group of rowdy college boys coming towards him, six

of them taking up the whole walkway.
He moves aside to keep out of their way.

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But as they pass, one of them, a tall boy with an open overcoat,

deliberately bumps into him with his raised elbow.
BILL involuntarily stops.
The tall student takes two more steps and turns.
They glare at each other for a moment with only a short distance

separating them.
Suddenly, BILL turns around again and walks.
He hears a short laugh behind him.
He wants to turn around and fight but he feels his heart beating

strangely.
				 V.O.

		   Had he become a coward, he asked

		 himself, and noticed his knees were

	       shaking a little bit.  Ridiculous!  Why

	       should he get involved in a street fight

		with some drunken college student who

		      had five friends with him.
BILL keeps walking without looking back.
		He, a man of thirty-five, a practising

		physician, a married man and father of

		  a child.  He might wind up in the

		 hospital or worse and tomorrow be in

		 the same position as the man he just

		  left..  Then he thought about his

	       profession?  There were dangers lurking

	      there, too, everywhere and at all times -

		except that one usually forgets about

				them.
EXT STREET - ON WAY DOMINO - NIGHT

BILL walking.
				 V.O.

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		   Surely, it had been nothing but

		  common sense to avoid a ridiculous

	      fight with the student...  but if he ever

		   meet the Naval officer with whom

			       Alice...
JEALOUS FANTASY IMAGE - ALICE AND NAVAL OFFICER
				 V.O.

		But what insanity!  After all, nothing

		  happened...  What was he thinking

	      about?...  But then, wasn't it really just

	       as bad as if she had actually fucked him

	      - she might just as well have.  Wasn't it

		 even worse, in a way.  What a joy it

		  would be to teach _him_ a lesson.
EXT STREET - DOMINO'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Bill passes a young girl, DOMINO, who falls into step beside him.
				DOMINO

				 Hi.
BILL slows down and looks at her.  She is very pretty with dark red

lips.
				 BILL

				 Hi.
				DOMINO

			  How're you doing?
				 BILL

		      Fine.  How are you doing?
				DOMINO

	       I'm doing great...Listen, how would you

		      like to have a little fun?
				 BILL

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			      I'm sorry?
				DOMINO

	       Have a little fun.  Come inside with me?

		       I just live over there.
She points to a nearby doorway.
BILL a little off balance.
				 BILL

			Come inside with you?
				DOMINO

	     Yes.  It's a lot nicer than it is out here.
				 BILL

			  Do you live there?
				DOMINO

				 Yes.
				 BILL

			     By yourself?
				DOMINO

		   I have a roommate but she's not

				home.
She gently takes his arm.
				DOMINO

		  It's okay - no one will bother us.
BILL smiles, uncertainly.
				DOMINO

		     Really, it's okay.  Come on.
BILL allows himself to be led to the door.
			   DOMINO (gently)

			       Come on.

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INT DOMINO APARTMENT LOBBY - NIGHT

She leads BILL through the small, dingy entrance lobby lit by a

flickering fluorescent tube to a ground-floor rear apartment.
				 BILL

		   Should we talk about the money?
				DOMINO

			How does sixty sound?
BILL nods, a little uncomfortably.
				 BILL

			 Sixty.  Sounds good.
DOMINO laughs.
			    DOMINO (laughs)

		   I don't keep track of the time.
She unlocks the door and they go inside.
It's a clean, reasonably tidy, ex cold-water railway flat.
The girl smiles sweetly, and walks ahead of BILL into the narrow

bedroom where there is a neatly made king-size bed without a

bedspread..
				 BILL

		    By the way, what's your name?
				DOMINO

			       Domino.
				 BILL

		   Domino.  That's an unusual name.
				DOMINO

		Well, it's my, uh...professional name.
				 BILL

				Right.

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				DOMINO

			And what's your name?
Bill hesitates.
				 BILL

				Bill.

				  
				DOMINO

			      Hi, Bill.
				 BILL

			     Hi, Domino.
				DOMINO

		Would you like a drink or some grass?
				 BILL

			No thanks.  I'm fine.
She puts on some music.
				 BILL

			  Nice little place.
				DOMINO

			   Yes, it's okay.
				 BILL

		      Is this really your place?
				DOMINO

		  That's the second time you asked.
				 BILL

		   No, it just that I was under the

		impression that most girls didn't use

		their own apartment - too much hassle.
				DOMINO

		 That's true but I don't do this that

				much.
				 BILL

			   Oh, how's that?

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				DOMINO

		I only work when I get too far behind

			with my student loan.
BILL is a little surprised.
				 BILL

		What are you school are you going to?
				DOMINO

				 NYU.
				 BILL

		     NYU.  What are you studying?
				DOMINO

			      Sociology.
				 BILL

		      Good sociology department?
				DOMINO

		Pretty good.  Ever hear of Pearlstein

			     and Johnson?
				 BILL

		   To be honest, I'm not much into

			      sociology.
She slowly starts to undress.
				DOMINO

			   What do you do?
				 BILL

			    I'm a doctor?
				DOMINO

			      A doctor?
				 BILL

				 Yes.

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				DOMINO

				 GP?
				 BILL

				 Yes.
				DOMINO

			  My father's a GP.
			    BILL (laughs)

		No kidding?  I hope I don't know him.
			   DOMINO (laughs)

		     He practises in New Jersey.
				 BILL

			     New Jersey..
She steps out of her panties and tosses them on the table.
				 BILL

	      Listen, I know it's a little late for this

		 but do you mind if I ask how old you

				 are?
She stands naked before him with her arms outstretched.
				DOMINO

			How old do you think?
				 BILL

		Well, to be honest, I would have said

		sixteen or seventeen but obviously if

		you're going to college...  eighteen?
			   DOMINO (laughs)

			      Nineteen.
She puts her arms around his neck again and gazes into his eyes.
				DOMINO

			   Well, shall we?

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_Bleep-bleep_.
BILL's cellular phone.
_Bleep-bleep_
He fumbles in his pockets for the phone and DOMINO has to get off

his lap for him to get it out.
				 BILL

				Hello?
It's ALICE.
				 BILL

	      Hi, honey.  Yes, everything's okay...  I'm

		 not sure...  We're waiting for some

	     relatives to show up...  It could be late...

	       No, don't wait up.  Can't really talk...

		Okay, as soon as I can...  Same here.
He disconnects and puts the phone back in his pocket.
				DOMINO

		      Was that Mrs Doctor Bill?
BILL thinks for a moment and nods.  Then he sighs and gets to his feet.
		       DOMINO (not a question)

			   You have to go.
				 BILL

			    I'm afraid so.
				DOMINO

			    What a shame.
He gets out his wallet and starts to count out sixty dollars.
				DOMINO

		    Oh, look, you don't have to...
				 BILL

		    No, that's all right, he says.

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				DOMINO

			 Really.  It's okay.
				 BILL

	   No, no.  Listen, we need more good sociologists.
They both laugh.
				DOMINO

		   Okay but you've got a raincheck.
				 BILL

			     That's deal.
EXT STREET TO CAFE SONATA - NIGHT

BILL walks aimlessly through the wintry night.
				 V.O.

	       Where shall I go now, he asked himself?

		  The obvious thing was home to bed.

		But he couldn't persuade himself to do

				that.
		 He thought of going back to the girl

		  but that somehow seemed ridiculous

				 now.
		 He was overcome with a sense that he

		 was moving farther and farther away

		  from his everyday existence into a

		     completely different world.

By the chance, he passes a small nightclub, Cafe Sonata, and

notices Nick Nightingale's name and photograph outside.
He stops and looks at it.
The DOORMAN drifts over.

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			       DOORMAN

		   The band's about to wind up but

			they're still serving.
BILL nods and goes in.
INT CAFE SONATA - NIGHT
The place is about a quarter full.  BILL sits down at a table near the

band.
Nick sees him and winks.
BILL gestures hello, orders a beer.
The band finishes their last number and take a perfunctory bow to a

scattering of applause.
NICK comes over to the table.
				 NICK

			      Hey, Bill!
They shake hands and ad-libs of greetings.
The WAITER swoops in with BILL's beer.
				 BILL

			What are you drinking?
				 NICK

			   Scotch and soda.
The WAITER nods and hurries off.
				 NICK

		    So what brings you out at this

				hour?
				 BILL

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	       Just happened to be passing by.  I have

		   a patient in the neighbourhood.
				 NICK

		     Do you live in the Village?
				 BILL

		    No, we've got an apartment on

			  Central Park West.
				 NICK

			   You're married?
				 BILL

			     Nine years.
				 NICK

		   That was the great looking woman

		 you were dancing with at the party?
				 BILL

				 Yes.
				 NICK

			      Lucky man.
BILL nods.
				 NICK

			      Any kids?
				 BILL

		An eight year old daughter.  How about

				 you?
				 NICK

	      I've got a wife and four boys in Seattle.
				 BILL

		 That's great.  So is this your band?
				 NICK

		       No, I'm just filling in.

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				 BILL

		    Who do you normally play with?
				 NICK

		 Anybody.  Anywhere.  As a matter of

	      fact, I've got another gig later tonight.
				 BILL

		    You're playing somewhere else

			      _tonight_?
			    NICK (shrugs)

		They only get started there about two
				 BILL

			   In the village?
				 NICK

		I don't actually know the address yet.
				 BILL

			      How come?
				 NICK

	     It's in a different place every time, and I

		   only get it about an hour or so

			     beforehand.
				 BILL

		    A different place every time?
				 NICK

			       So far.
			    BILL (laughs)

		       What's the big mystery?
Nick opens his palms in a parody of innocence.
				 NICK

			I just play the piano.
				 BILL

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		    What kind of a function is it?
				 NICK

	     What kind of a function is it?...  Well, to

		be completely honest, it's not easy to

			      describe.
				 BILL

		   But you've worked there before?
				 NICK

				True.
				 BILL

		    And it's not easy to describe?
				 NICK

			 I play blindfolded.
				 BILL

				What?
				 NICK

			 I play blindfolded.
Something near the entrance door attracts Nick's attention.
			   NICK (stands up)

			  Back in a minute.
He walks to the front window of the club and looks out into the

snowy street.  He doesn't see what he's looking for and returns.
				 NICK

	       Sorry about that.  I'm supposed to meet

			    somebody here.
				 BILL

			  With the address?
Nick shrugs, meaning, yes.

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				 BILL

		  Listen, you're putting me on about

		that blindfolded business, aren't you.
				 NICK

	      No, that's the truth.  They're very strict

			     about that.
				 BILL

	       This is getting curiouser and curiouser.
				 NICK

		 Maybe so, but listen, I was sworn to

	       secrecy, and please, just forget I said

		      anything at all about it.
				 BILL

		Nick, you can trust me.  I won't say a

		 word about this to anyone but since

		 you've told me this much, you can't

			      stop now.
				 NICK

	       No, really, this is not a joke.  I'm not

			saying anything else.
				 BILL

		 Nick, you can't do this to me.  I'll

		 wonder about this for the rest of my

			   life.  Trust me.
NICK is very uncomfortable about this but is also dying to talk about

it.
				 NICK

		 Okay, well this is just between us.
				 BILL

			     Absolutely.
				 NICK

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		  Well...first of all, although I am

		  blindfolded I can of course still

		       hear...and the sounds...
NICK closes his eyes and lets the provocative innuendo sink in.
				 NICK

	      _And_...the last time the blindfold wasn't

			  tied on that well.
NICK also lets that sink in.
				 NICK

	       Bill...I've seen a few things in my life

		but never anything like this...  And I

		     have never seen such women.
				 BILL

	      What does it cost to get into this place?
				 NICK

			      Forget it.
				 BILL

		     What do you mean, forget it.
				 NICK

			      Forget it.
				 BILL

		  Look, I don't care what it costs.
				 NICK

		  It's not a matter of money.  These

	       people aren't interested in money.  It's

		     a completely closed affair.
				 BILL

	     _These_ _people_.  Who are _these_ _people_?
				 NICK

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	      Put it this way - if I knew their names it

		 would be worth more than my life to

			  say them out loud.
				 BILL

	       Nick, don't you think you might just be

		 over-dramatising this a little bit?

		  There must be some way you can get

				me in.
			NICK (shakes his head)

		      It would be too dangerous.
				 BILL

			      Dangerous?
				 NICK

	       These are not people you fuck with - if

			you'll pardon the pun.
Nick sees someone looking through the plate glass window.
				 NICK

			 I'll be right back.
He gets up and hurries outside to the street.
BILL watches him through the window, hunched up against the cold,

stamping his feet up and down, talking to a man and writing

something down.
Nick returns blowing on his hands.
Bill gives him and inquiring look.
				 BILL

			Was that the address?
				 NICK

			  And the password.
				 BILL

			      Password?

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				 NICK

		  Yes.  You can't get in without the

		  password and they change it every

				time.

		And. listen, I'm going to have to get

			 weaving pretty soon.
		       BILL (said with a smile)

		  Nick, you son-of-a-bitch, you know

	       you are definitely going to have to take

		 me with you tonight.  You know that,

			      don't you.
Nick sighs and shakes his head.
				 BILL

		Look, I'll tell you what - you give me

		the password and the address and I'll

	       go there by myself.  There won't be the

		    slightest connection with you,

			     whatsoever.
NICK squirms.
				 NICK

	       Look, even if I were crazy enough to do

	       that, you couldn't get in the way you're

			   dressed, anyway.
				 BILL

			       Why not?
				 NICK

		 Everyone there is always masked and

			     in costume.
				 BILL

			Masked and in costume?
				 NICK

			       Always.
Bill looks at his watch.

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				 BILL

		 Okay.  Point taken.  _But_ there's a

	     possibility I know a place that might still

			       be open.
				 NICK

		  Bill, you're out of your mind.  No

		 costume place would be open at this

			    time of night.
				 BILL

	       Look, Nick, what the hell.  Just give me

	      a chance.  Let me try.  If I can't get the

	       gear I'll forget about the whole thing.

			    Scouts honour.
NICK looks ready to give in.
				 BILL

				Okay?
NICK sighs in resignation.
				 BILL

		Okay.  So, let me have the address and

		 the password, and tell me what kind

			  of costume I need?
EXT BUSY GREENWICH VILLAGE STREET - NIGHT

BILL's taxi pulls up in front of a costume shop.  A sign says: 'Formal

Dress and Costumes.
The place is closed.
				 BILL

				Shit.
He thinks for a moment, pays the driver and gets out.
He notices a sign that says: "In case of emergency ring apartment 3."

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He looks up and sees a light on in the apartment above the store.
He rings the bell for apartment 3, which has the name, Gibson..
After a couple of rings, a voice comes over the intercom.
				GIBSON

			   Yes, what is it?
BILL talks to the TV security camera.
				 BILL

			    Mister Gibson?
				GIBSON

			  What do you want?
				 BILL

	       Mister Gibson, I'm very sorry to disturb

		 you at this hour.  I'm a Doctor.  My

	      name is Harford.  I need to see you.  It's

			      important.
Bill holds up his New York State Medical Board card to the doorway

TV security camera.
				GIBSON

			    Somebody hurt?
				 BILL

		  No one's hurt but it's important.
				GIBSON

		       What kind of important?
				 BILL

	      It would really be better if I could come

		upstairs for a moment and talk to you.
				GIBSON

		    You better come back tomorrow.
				 BILL

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		   Mr. Gibson, tomorrow will be too

	       late.  I really need to see you now.  It

			   won't take long.
Silence.
Then the door buzzer sounds.
BILL pushes open the door and goes upstairs two at a time.
A door opens on the chain and a man in his fifties, wearing flannel

pyjamas and a heavy bathrobe, who has the looks and manner of a

road-company ham actor peers out.
				 BILL

			     Mr. Gibson?
				GIBSON

				 Yes.
BILL holds up his New York State medical card again.

				  
				 BILL

		Good evening, Mister Gibson.  This is

		my New York State Medical Board card,

		      just so you know who I am.
Gibson looks at the card and at BILL.
				GIBSON

		   Okay, so you're Doctor Harford.

			What's this all about?
				 BILL

	       Mister Gibson, you may not find it that

	       easy to understand the urgency of this,

		  but basically, uhm...  I need...a

			 costume and a tux..
Gibson stares at him in disbelief.
				GIBSON

		    You need a costume and a tux?

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				 BILL

				 Yes.
				GIBSON

		I'm sorry, but do you honestly expect

		 me to open my shop for you, at this

				hour?
				 BILL

		  I can imagine how this may seem to

		     you, Mister Gibson, and I am

		 prepared to pay an extra two hundred

		    dollars for the inconvenience.
Gibson doesn't reply.
				 BILL

		     How does that sound to you?
Judging from his expression, this sounds pretty good to Mr. Gibson.
INT COSTUME SHOP - NIGHT

A short while later, Gibson leads BILL through the shop to the dimly lit

costume section.
				GIBSON

	       Okay, now let me get this straight.  You

		want a tuxedo, a black monk's cassock

		and a mask that completely covers your

				face?
				 BILL

			      That's it.
				GIBSON

	       I have to tell you doctor, I've had some

		 very strange requests in my day and

		    this is certainly one of them.
				 BILL

			It's for a good cause.
				GIBSON

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		       Okay, you're the doctor.
GIBSON chuckles at his own witticism.
				GIBSON

	       Now, let me get this straight.  You want

		 a tuxedo, a monks cassock and a mask

		  that completely covers your face?
				 BILL

			      That's it.
Suddenly BILL hears the clink of glasses from somewhere ahead of

him.
GIBSON flips a light switch.
A light come on in a little office at the end of the passage.
The desk is covered with plates, glasses and bottles.
Two JAPANESE MEN, wearing blonde female wigs, naked except for

Japanese kimonos, spring up from their chairs besides the desk.
At the same moment, the semi-naked figure of a graceful GIRL

disappears under the desk.
GIBSON rushes forward with long strides, reaches across the desk

and grabs one of the blond wigs.
Simultaneously, the young GIRL, maybe fourteen, wriggles out from

under the desk and runs along the passage to BILL who catches her in

his arms.
GIBSON drops the wig and grabs the two kimono garbed men.
At the same time he calls out to BILL.
				GIBSON

		 Hold on to that girl for me, please.

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The GIRL presses against BILL as if now sure of her protection.  Her

pretty little face covered with powder and a smile of impish desire in

her eyes.
			   GIBSON (shouts)

		Gentlemen, you will stay here while I

			   call the police.
			       KIMONO 1

		      Gibson, have you gone mad?
			       KIMONO 2

		  We were invited by the young lady.
				GIBSON

	       You will have to explain this.  Couldn't

		   you see the girl is unbalanced?
Then GIBSON he turns to BILL.
				GIBSON

		      Sorry to keep you waiting.
				 BILL

			     That's okay.
BILL looks down with fascination at the GIRL, who looks up at him

with alluring and childlike eyes, as if spellbound.
The two KIMONO MEN start to argue with each other in Japanese..
GIBSON turns to BILL.
				GIBSON

	       I'm sorry, did you say a brown or black

			       cassock?
				 BILL

				Black.
		   YOUNG GIRL (with gleaming eyes)

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		 No.  You must give this gentleman a

		cloak lined with ermine and a doublet

			     of red silk.
			   GIBSON (to girl)

		     Don't you budge from there.
			      (to Bill)

			  What size are you?
				 BILL

			 I take a 38 jacket.
GIBSON picks up a brown monk's cassock hanging nearby and holds

it up for BILL'S approval.
				GIBSON

			  This will fit you.
				 BILL

				Fine.
				GIBSON

		 Okay, let's go and try on the tux..
The two Japanese men are still in the glass partitioned

office.
_GIBSON locks them in._
			       KIMONO 1

	       Gibson, this is preposterous!!  You will

		     have to let us out at once.
				GIBSON

		I'm afraid that's out of the question,

	       gentlemen.  This is now a police matter.

	      You will kindly wait here until I return.
Ad-libs of further protest from the two men
The girl skips lightly up the stairs ahead of them.

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				GIBSON

		 Now go to bed at once, you depraved

	     creature.  I'll talk to you as soon as I've

		       settled with those two.
The girl gives BILL a sad shake of her head and exits.
INT FRONT OF COSTUME SHOP - A LITTLE LATER

Bill has changed into a black tuxedo and waits for Gibson to write up

the bill.  His clothes and the costume are in two large plastic shopping

bags.
				GIBSON

		Okay - that's a hundred and fifty for

	       the rental.  Three hundred deposit.  And

		 the two hundred inconvenience money.

		 That's six hundred and fifty bucks..
				 BILL

				Okay.
BILL hands him his credit card and his driver's license.
				GIBSON

			   I'd prefer cash.
				 BILL

		  Sorry, I don't carry that kind of

				money.
Gibson takes the credit card.
				 BILL

		Thanks.  And - by the way - I hope you

		    wont be too hard on the child.
				GIBSON

		I'm sorry doctor but I'm not sure what

		       business it is of yours.
				 BILL

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	      Well, it's just that I first heard you say

		the girl was unbalanced, and then you

		called her depraved.  Those things are

		       a little contradictory.
		     GIBSON (a bit theatrically)

		 Well, aren't insanity and depravity

		     the same in the eyes of God?
The last thing BILL wants right now is to get into an argument with

GIBSON, so he replies in his most professional manner.
				 BILL

		Well, in any event, there _are_ things

		 that can be done that might help the

		situation.  Maybe we can have another

		       talk about it tomorrow.
Gibson laughs mockingly without uttering a sound.
EXT STREET OUTSIDE COSTUME SHOP - NIGHT

Bill, carrying two plastic shopping bags with his clothes in them, hails

a taxi.
He checks at a slip of paper with the address on it.
				 BILL

		  How do you feel about going out to

		       Sands Point Long Island?
The driver makes a face.
				 BILL

		   How about twenty bucks over the

				meter?
		     CAB DRIVER (shakes his head)

		    I'll have to come back empty.
				 BILL

			     How's fifty?

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			      CAB DRIVER

			    Fifty's good.
EXT VARIOUS TAXI DRIVE-BYS - NIGHT (2ND UNIT)

Brooklyn bridge

L.I. Expressway
INT CAB BILL - NIGHT
				 V.O.

	      Bills Thoughts:  Variations of, "I must be

				mad."
EXT LONG ISLAND MANSION ROAD - NIGHT

The cab drives slowly down a wooded road.
INT CAB

BILL looking out for the house.
Up ahead, he sees a stretch-limo with darkened windows pulling into

a drive protected by iron gates flanked by two gatehouses.
As they drive slowly past the gates, BILL sees a sign that says,

'Bletchly Manor'.
				 BILL

		   Okay, driver - that's the place.

		   Stop a little way down the road.
The car comes to a stop.
The meter says $75.50
BILL takes out his wallet.
				 BILL

		  Okay, here's eighty dollars and...

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BILL carefully tears a hundred-dollar bill in half and gives one part to

the driver.
				 BILL

		...I promised you fifty bucks over the

	       meter but I'll make it a hundred if you

		 wait for me.  Let the meter run and

	       you'll get the other half plus the meter

		      when I come back...  Okay?
The driver gives BILL a wary look.
			      CAB DRIVER

			How long will you be?
				 BILL

		 That's the thing - I'm not sure.  I

		 could be ten minutes.  I could be an

	      hour or so.  But look, I'm leaving all my

		      stuff in the back.  Okay?
The cab driver takes half of the torn hundred-dollar bill.
			      CAB DRIVER

				Okay.
BILL gets out of the cab, puts on the monk's cassock, throws his coat

over his shoulders and walks back to the gates.
EXT GATES - NIGHT

The iron gates are closed and no one is in sight.
Security cameras look at him.
The road leading to the Manor House curves away into a small wood

which covers the house.
BILL rings a bell at the side of the gate and two men promptly

come out of the gate house.

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		  GATEMAN 1 (polite and well-spoken)

			  Good morning, sir.
				 BILL

			    Good morning.
			      GATEMAN 1

		      Can we be of any help you?
				 BILL

		  I suppose you'd like the password?
			      GATEMAN 1

		      If you wouldn't mind, sir.
			    BILL (slowly)

			  Fidelio Rainbow..
			      GATEMAN 1

			   Thank you, sir.
The gate is opened.
			      GATEMAN 1

		  Is that your taxi down there, sir?
				 BILL

		  Uh - yes.  Yes - my chauffeur came

		down with the flu at the last minute.
			      GATEMAN 1

		The cabby could have driven you right

			     to the door.
				 BILL

	      Listen, I'm lucky I got here at all.  The

		    guy's straight from Bulgaria.
Bill laughs uncomfortably without getting a penny's change from the

men.
		      GATEMAN 1 (pointing a car)

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	     If you'd like to get in the car, sir.  We'll

		       run you up to the house.
				 BILL

			    Okay.  Thanks.
They get into the car.
Gateman 2 remains at the gate.
INT CAR

Bill sits silently next to the driver.
POV - THE LONG ISLAND - MANOR HOUSE - NIGHT
INT CAR
			GATEMAN 1 (tactfully)

		 This might be a good time to put on

			   your mask, sir.
			   BILL (casually)

			 Oh, yes.  Of course.
BILL takes the mask from his pocket and puts it on.
EXT MANOR HOUSE - NIGHT

The car pulls up and BILL gets out.
				 BILL

			       Thanks.
He walks up the stone steps and the front doors are opened before

he reaches them.
INT HOUSE

BILL enters a large, candlelit, mirrored vestibule where two servants

in black suits, their faces covered by grey masks, whisper in unison:
			       SERVANTS

			      Password?

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				 BILL

			   Fidelio Rainbow.
			      SERVANT 1

			   Thank you, sir.
One of them takes his coat, while the other opens a door.
BILL enters a long room, dimly lit with candles, with high ceilings and

walls covered with black silk.
A line of mirrored doors on each side run the length of the room.
There are about fifty men and women dressed as monks and nuns,

their faces completely covered by masks.
Gently swelling strains of Italian liturgical music comes from an organ

playing somewhere.
As his eyes become accustomed to the dim light, BILL sees that the

women are naked beneath the full-length, black veils that flow down

from their head bands.
His eyes wander from voluptuous bodies to slender bodies, from

delicate to richly developed figures, and he is filled with inexpressible

desire.
Occasionally, eyes turn towards him but immediately look away as

soon as he notices them.
A monk brushes against him and nods a greeting, but from behind

the mask BILL sense a searching and penetrating glance.
A strange, heavy perfume, as of southern gardens, pervades the

room.
Again an arm brushes against him, but this time it is that of a nun.

Her face is fully masked, and like the others, naked under the black

transparent lace of her veil.
			      THE WOMAN

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	       You don't belong here.  There's still a

		     chance for you to get away.
BILL is momentarily unnerved by this but he is also completely

captivated by the beauty and sensuality of this woman.
				 BILL

		I'm terribly sorry but I think you've

		    mistaken me for someone else.
			      THE WOMAN

	       Please don't be foolish about this.  You

			 must leave at once.
				 BILL

			     Who are you?
			      THE WOMAN

		   It doesn't matter.  You must go.
				 BILL

			Will you come with me?
			      THE WOMAN

			  That's impossible.
				 BILL

			     Impossible?
			      THE WOMAN

			     Impossible.
				 BILL

		Is there someplace else here we could

				 go?
			      THE WOMAN

		Absolutely not.  Please believe me, if

	       you are discovered it will go hard with

				 you.
BILL moves closer to her but she steps back.

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			    ANOTHER WOMAN

		  What's the matter.  Why don't you

				dance?
BILL sees two men watching him from another corner and suspects

that this woman has been sent to put him to the test.
He smiles.
				 BILL

			I would love to dance.
But just at that moment, THE WOMAN returns.
She pretends that she has just noticed him and says in a voice that

can be heard by the two men.
			      THE WOMAN

			  Returned at last.

			     (she laughs)

	      All your efforts are useless.  I know you.
Then turning to the other woman she whispers:
			      THE WOMAN

	      Let me have him first - just for a while.
The other woman smiles agreement, and with a light step goes to join

the two men who have been watching.
			      THE WOMAN

		Don't ask any questions, and don't be

	       surprised at anything.  I have tried to

		 lead them astray but you can't fool

		them for much longer.  Go before it is

		too late, - and be careful that no one

		  follows you.  No one must know who

		   you are.  There would be no more

			 peace for you.  Go!
				 BILL

			     [illegible]?

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			      THE WOMAN

			   There is no way.
He takes her hand and draws her closer to him.
				 BILL

			I must see you again.
She whispers, despairingly
			      THE WOMAN

				 Go.
				 BILL

		  Is there no way I can ever see you

				again.
			      THE WOMAN

		  No.  We must never meet again.  It

		    could cost your life and mine.
Just at that moment, a tall man stops before them, and with a slight

bow, courteous but imperative, says:
			       TALL MAN

		       Will you dance with me?
THE WOMAN hesitates but the TALL MAN puts his arm around her

waist and leads her away the adjoining room.
A moment later, a voice whispers behind BILL.
			     ELEGANT MAN

			      Password!
BILL turns around and sees two men.
One, heavy-set, the other, slim and elegant.
			     ELEGANT MAN

			      Password!
				 BILL

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			   Fidelio Rainbow.
			     ELEGANT MAN

	       That's right, sir.  That's the password

		for admittance, but may I ask what is

		     the password for the house?
BILL is stuck.  He takes a deep breath..
			     ELEGANT MAN

		 Won't you be kind enough to tell me

		      the password of the house?
This time it sounds like a threat.
BILL can't think of anything to say.  He shakes his head and shrugs.
				 BILL

		  Sorry.  It looks like I must have

			    forgotten it.
The elegant man walks to the middle of the room and raises his hand.
Everything gradually comes to a stop.
Blindfolded, Nick stops playing when someone places a hand on his

shoulder and whispers something to him.
With all eyes on him, the two men walk back to BILL.
			     ELEGANT MAN

		The password, sir!  I must demand that

			     you give it.
				 BILL

		Look, I'm terribly sorry but I've told

		    you, I must have forgotten it.
			     ELEGANT MAN

	       That's unfortunate.  For here it doesn't

	       matter whether you have forgotten it or

			if you never knew it.

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The rest of the men slowly gather around BILL.
				 BILL

		  Well, gentlemen, I seem to owe you

			   all an apology.
			     ELEGANT MAN

		    It is too late for apologies.
				 BILL

		 Well, be that as it may, you have my

		     most sincere regrets for not

		   remembering the second password.
			     ELEGANT MAN

		 I'm afraid this is not a question of

		      regret but of _expiation_.
				 BILL

		 Well, gentlemen, you must excuse me

			 now.  I am leaving.
			     ELEGANT MAN

		I'm afraid that is no longer possible.
				 BILL

		Gentlemen, don't you think this farce

			 has gone far enough?
BILL looks for a way out but no one makes way for him.
			     ELEGANT MAN

		  You will kindly remove your mask.
BILL looks around at the masked faces surrounding him.
			ELEGANT MAN (sharply)

		       Please remove your mask.
BILL slowly removes his mask and puts it in his pocket.

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			      THE WOMAN

		      I am ready to redeem him.
There is a murmur of surprise in the room.
THE WOMAN reaches for the veil, which is wrapped around her

head, face and neck and unwinds it with a wonderful circular

movement.
It sinks to the floor, leaving her naked, her dark hair falling in great

profusion over her shoulders, breasts and hips.
			     ELEGANT MAN

		     You are ready to redeem him?
			      THE WOMAN

			      Yes, I am.
There is a low gasp from the assemblage.
			     ELEGANT MAN

		   You know what you're taking upon

		       yourself in doing this?
			      THE WOMAN

				 Yes.
Another murmur from the room.
The elegant man turns back to BILL.
			     ELEGANT MAN

		  You are free.  Leave this house at

	       once.  But first I must warn you that if

		  you make any further inquiries or

		  inform anyone about what you have

		 seen here tonight, there will be the

		most serious consequences for yourself

		 and your family.  Do you understand

				that?
BILL doesn't reply immediately.

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				 BILL

		   How is this woman to redeem me?
			     ELEGANT MAN

		   That has nothing to do with you.
BILL shakes his head.
				 BILL

		  I can't let this woman pay for me.
			     ELEGANT MAN

		 You would be unable, in any case, to

		 change her fate.  When a promise has

		  been made here there is no turning

				back.
			      THE WOMAN

		      _Go!  You cannot save me._
As she says this, she tears off the mask, allowing BILL a momentary

glimpse of her face.
Then he is seized by irresistible arms and pushed out.

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INT BILL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

It is four o'clock in the morning.
BILL, now changed back into his own clothes, enters his apartment.
Everyone is asleep.
He goes into his study and locks the costume and tux in a closet.
In order not to wake ALICE, he undresses before going into the

bedroom.
BEDROOM

ALICE is asleep, lying with her arms folded under her head
Her lips are half open and painful shadows surround them.
It is a face BILL does not know.
He bends down over her, and at once her forehead becomes lined

with furrows, as though someone had touched it, and her features

seem strangely distorted.
Suddenly, still in her sleep, she laughs so shrilly that he becomes

alarmed.
			 BILL (involuntarily)

				Alice.
She laughs again, as if in answer, in a strange, almost uncanny

manner.
				 BILL

				Alice?
She opens her eyes, slowly and with difficulty.
She stares at him, as though she does not recognise him.
			    BILL (softly)

				Alice?

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As she wakes up, an expression of fear, even of terror comes into her

eyes.
Half awake, and seemingly in despair, she raises her arms.
				 BILL

			  What's the matter?
ALICE stares at him, still frightened.
				 BILL

			   Alice, it's me.
ALICE breathes deeply, tries to smile, drops her arms on the blanket.
		     ALICE (in a far away voice)

			  Is it morning yet?
				 BILL

	      It will be very soon.  It's a little past

		 four o'clock.  I've just come home.
She nods but barely seems to have heard or understood him.
She stares into space, as though she can see through him.
He bends over and touches her forehead.
She shudders slightly.
				 BILL

			  What's the matter?
She shakes her head slowly and he passes his hand gently over her

hair.
				 BILL

		   Alice, you laughed so strangely.

			  What's the matter?
			  ALICE (distantly)

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			 I've been dreaming.
			    BILL (gently)

		     What have you been dreaming?
				ALICE

		      Oh, so much, I can't quite

			      remember.
			    BILL (gently)

			 Perhaps if you try.
				ALICE

	       It was all so confused - and I'm tired.

		       You must be tired, too.
				 BILL

		Not really.  I don't think I'll go to

		bed at all.  You know, sometimes when

	       I come home so late it's better to just

			 go straight to work.
ALICE nods without interest.
				 BILL

		   But why don't you tell me about

			     your dream?
He smiles a little artificially.
				ALICE

		   You really ought to lie down and

			 take a little rest.
BILL hesitates a moment, then he stretches himself beside her, though

he is careful not to touch her.
They lie there silently with open eyes, and they feel both their

closeness and the distance that separates them.

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After a while he raises his head on his arm and looks at her for a long

time, as though he can see much more than just the outlines of her

face.
				 BILL

		      Tell me about your dream.
Bill says this, once more, as if she had been waiting for his invitation.
She holds out her hand to him, he takes it, and as he had often done

before, he holds it and plays with her slender fingers, more absent-

mindedly than tenderly.
ALICE sighs and begins to speak uncertainly.
				ALICE

	       I think it started in my parents house.

	       They weren't there.  I was alone.  That

		 surprised me because our wedding was

		   the next day and I didn't have a

			    wedding dress.
		 Then you and I were floating above a

	      ancient city.  It was a kind of crazy mix

		   of ancient architectural styles.

		 Oriental, Egyptian, Greek and Roman

		 architecture.  And it was completely

		deserted.  The streets were empty - no

		 people, no animals.  And I remember

		 thinking, so this is our honeymoon.
		 Then it was night and the sky was so

		full of stars, and so blue and wide it

	       seemed like it was painted.  You said it

		was the ceiling of our bridal chamber

		   and you took me in your arms and

		  made love to me and said you would

			   love me forever.
				 BILL

		      I hope you loved me, too.

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BILL says this with an invisible, malicious smile.
				ALICE

		    Even more than you did me.  We

		   made love and it was wonderful,

	       though there was a sadness to it, and a

			presentment of sorrow.
		 Suddenly it was morning and we were

		    somewhere in the strange city.
		 We were still completely alone.  But

		something terrible had happened - our

	       clothes were gone.  I was terrified as I

		had never been before, and felt such a

		burning shame that it almost consumed

				 me.
		 At the same time I was furious with

	       you because I thought it was your fault.

	       And this sensation of terror, shame and

		    fury was more intense than any

		   emotion I had ever felt before.
		You felt guilty and rushed away naked,

		    to go and get clothes for us.
		   As soon as you were gone I felt

	      wonderful.  I neither felt sorry for you,

		or worried about you.  It was heavenly

			     to be alone.
	       I was lying in a lush garden, stretched

	       out naked in the sunlight, and I was far

		  more beautiful than I ever was in

			       reality.
		  And while I lay there, a young man

		 walked out of the woods.  He was the

		 young Naval officer I told you about

			   from the hotel.

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		He looked different but I knew it was

		 him.  He stopped in front of me and

		      looked at me searchingly.
		I laughed seductively and wantonly, as

	       I have never laughed in my life, and he

		held out his arms to me and sank down

			      beside me.
ALICE falls silent.  BILLS throat is parched.  In the darkness of the room

he can see she has concealed her face in her hands.
				 BILL

		 A strange dream, but that's not the

			     end, is it?
ALICE doesn't reply.
				 BILL

			  Was that the end?
				ALICE

				 No.
				 BILL

		Then why don't you tell me the rest of

				 it?
				ALICE

	       It's not easy.  Some things are not easy

			       to say.
				 BILL

			It's was only a dream.
ALICE sighs and continues, hesitantly.
				ALICE

		 He looked at me...and slowly took me

		  in his arms...and we began making

				love.

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			  ALICE (continuing)

		  I seemed to live through countless

		 days and nights - there was neither

		   time nor space.  And the more we

		  made love the more our hunger for

			each other increased.
	      And just as that earlier feeling of terror

		 and shame went beyond anything I had

		ever felt, so nothing can be compared

		  with the freedom and happiness and

		   the..._desire_ that I now felt.
		 Then I realized there other couples

		  around us - hundreds of them, and

		      they too were making love.
		 Then I was making love to the other

		  men, and as soon as my longing was

		satisfied with one, I wanted another.
		   I can't say how many I was with.

		And yet I didn't for one moment forget

		  you.  And all this time, you were

		buying the most beautiful clothes and

		   jewellery you could find for me.
		  Then you were being followed by a

		  crowd of people who were shouting

		  threats.  Then you were seized by

		soldiers, and there were also priests

		  among them.  Somebody - a gigantic

	       person, tied your hands.  You were still

				naked.
		I knew you were going to be crucified

	       but I felt no sympathy for you.  I still

		  blamed you for everything that had

			      happened.

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		I felt that I was far removed from you

		 but I knew you could see me naked in

		the arms of countless men in this sea

		   of nakedness which foamed around

				 me.
		  The soldiers began to whip you and

		 blood flowed down you in streams.  I

		saw it without feeling any surprise or

				pity.
		 Then you smiled at me as if to show

		 you had fulfilled my wish and bought

		me everything I wanted.  But I thought

		  your actions were ridiculous and I

	       wanted to make fun of you - to laugh in

			      your face.
		 They began to nail you to the cross

		and I hoped that you would be able to

		hear my laughter.  And so I laughed as

	       shrill and loud as I could...  That must

		  have been the laugh that you heard

			   when I woke up.
Neither of them moves or says anything.  Any remark at this moment

would seem futile.
BILL realizes he is still holding ALICE'S hand.
She remains silent and motionless.
Ready as he is to hate her, his feeling of tenderness for these slender,

cool fingers is unchanged except that it is more acute.
Involuntarily, he gently presses his lips on the familiar hand before

he lets it go.
ALICE'S eyes are closed and there is the trace of a happy, innocent

smile playing about her mouth.
He feels an incomprehensible desire to make love to her.

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He rolls over and puts his arm around her but then checks himself.
He stretches himself out beside ALICE, who now seems asleep.
As he closes his eyes, he thinks:
				 V.O.

			 Whore of her dreams.
There is now a sword between us.
We are lying here like mortal enemies.
INT BILL'S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - DAWN

BILL rises at 6 o'clock and dresses while ALICE is still asleep.

He has only had a couple of hours sleep and looks awful.
HELENA'S BEDROOM

On his way out he stops off in his daughter's room.  She is asleep in

her bed.  He kisses her on the forehead.
STUDY

He collects his costume and leaves.
EXT CAFE SONATA - DAY

Taxi pulls up and BILL gets out.
He takes a cab to the Cafe Sonata where he met Nick Nightingale.
It is closed but he peers in through the window and sees the chairs

are stacked on the tables and the place is being cleaned.
He taps on the glass.
After a couple of "we're closed" wave-offs from the manageress

working at a table in the back, the door is finally opened by one of

the cleaners.
				 BILL

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	       Good morning.  I'd like to have a quick

		   word with the manager, if I may.
			    CLEANING LADY

		       Someone for you, Vicki.
			      MANAGERESS

				Okay.
Bill walks to the table she is seated at.
				 BILL

			    Good morning.
			      MANAGERESS

			What can I do for you?
				 BILL

	       It's very important that I get in touch

			with Nick Nightingale.
			      MANAGERESS

			 He'll be in tonight.
				 BILL

		It's something I need to see him about

			    this morning.
			      MANAGERESS

	      It's not our policy to give out employees

			      addresses.
				 BILL

	      Of course.  I completely understand.  But

			   I'm a doctor...

		     (shows her his medical card)

	       ...and this is a personal medical matter

		  I know he'll want to know about as

			  soon as possible.

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EXT HOTEL JASON - DAY

BILL's taxi pulls up.  It's a small, mid-town hotel.
INT - LOBBY

There is no one in the lobby except for the DESK CLERK, a man in

his early thirties, reading a paperback.
				 BILL

			    Good morning.
			      DESK CLERK

		  Good morning, sir.  How can I help

				 you?
				 BILL

		 Can you ring Mr. Nightingale's room

			   for me, please?
The DESK CLERK gives him a strange look.
			    BILL (smiles)

			  Nick Nightingale?
			      DESK CLERK

		I'm sorry, sir, but he's checked out.
The DESK CLERK has a slight, gay lisp.
				 BILL

			   He checked out?
			      DESK CLERK

				 Yes.
				 BILL

		  Did he leave a forwarding address?
			      DESK CLERK

			 No, I'm afraid not.
				 BILL

			When did he check out?
			      DESK CLERK

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		   About five o'clock this morning.
				 BILL

		 Five o'clock.  That's a pretty early

			 check out, isn't it?
			      DESK CLERK

		It is a little bit on the early side.
				 BILL

		   Did you happen to notice whether

		   there was there anything strange

		       about him when he left?
			      DESK CLERK

		You aren't a detective, by any chance?
				 BILL

		No, I'm a doctor.  Nick and I are old

			       friends.
			      DESK CLERK

		   Well, since you ask, there _was_

		 something very strange about the way

			Mr. Nightingale left.
				 BILL

			    What was that?
			      DESK CLERK

		   Well, he came in at about four-

		 thirty a.m.  There were two men with

			  him - _big-guys_.
The DESK CLERK bends his elbows and clenches his fists to

make a 'big-guy' gesture.
			      DESK CLERK

		 And I noticed he had a bruise on his

	       cheek I'm sure he didn't have the night

			       before.
		      The two men with him were

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		well-dressed and well-spoken, but they

		weren't the kind of people you'd want

	       to fool around with, if you know what I

				mean.
		   Mr. Nightingale said he would be

		 checking out and went up to his room

			 with one of the men.
		The other one stayed in the lobby and

	       settled his bill, which was a couple of

			    weeks overdue.
		  When they came down, I thought Mr.

		Nightingale looked...well - _scared_.

		     Very scared, if you ask me.
		 He tried to pass me an envelope but

		  they saw him and took it away and

		  said any mail or messages for him

	       would be collected by a person properly

		 authorised to do so.  When they took

		 him outside, I could see there was a

			car waiting for them.
				 BILL

		 No idea where they might have gone?
			      DESK CLERK

			     None at all.
EXT COSTUME SHOP - DAY

BILL enters.
INT COSTUME SHOP - DAY
				GIBSON

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		       Ah-hhh, the good doctor.
				 BILL

			   Good afternoon.

				  
				GIBSON

		     Did you enjoy your evening?
				 BILL

			  Yes, it was fine.
BILL hands him the clothes.  Gibson carefully takes the them out of

the bag and lays them out on the counter to check them.
				GIBSON

		  I think you've forgotten the mask.
				 BILL

			 Oh - isn't it there?
				GIBSON

	       It's not here.  Maybe you left it at the

			       partly.
				 BILL

	      I don't know.  I must have lost it.  Just

			 put it on the bill.
				GIBSON

	       Okay and if it turns up just bring it in

		     and I'll give you a refund?
				 BILL

				Fine.
BILL watches as GIBSON writes up the bill.
				 BILL

	       I wonder if this might be a good time to

		    have a word or two about your

			      daughter?
The question a peculiar expression about Gibson's nostrils.

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				GIBSON

		   A word or two about my daughter?
BILL speaks with outstretched fingers resting on the desk.
				 BILL

	     Well, it's just that last night I think you

		said that your daughter was not quite

		 normal, mentally.  The situation in

		which we found her certainly suggests

		something like that.  And since I took

	      part in it, or was at least a spectator, I

		 feel I should recommend that you to

		       get some medical advice.
GIBSON smiles at BILL, insolently.
				GIBSON

		And I suppose you yourself would like

		   to take charge of the treatment?
At this moment, a door which leads to one of the inner rooms opens,

and a young man with a top-coat over his evening clothes steps out.
BILL recognises him as one of the KIMONO men from the night

before.
He also catches a glimpse of the YOUNG GIRL, in bra and panties

getting dressed, behind him before the door closes.
The KIMONO MAN

seems taken aback when he sees BILL, but he regains his composure

at once.
He lights a cigarette with a match from Gibson's counter, waves

goodbye and leaves the shop.
				 BILL

			 So that's how it is.

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		   GIBSON (with perfect equanimity)

			  What did you say?
				 BILL

		Last night you were going to call the

			       police.
				GIBSON

		  We've come to another arrangement.
Gibson slides the credit-card slip across the desk.
BILL looks it over.
				GIBSON

	       Okay.  It's a hundred and fifty for the

		  basic rental.  Two hundred for the

		 inconvenience.  Twenty five for the

		  mask.  And I've credited the three

		       hundred deposit.  Okay?
BILL nods.
				GIBSON

		  And if the doctor should ever want

			  anything again...

			       (smiles)

		  ...it needn't be a monk's costume.
EXT BILL'S SURGERY - DAY
INT BILL'S SURGERY - DAY
_Possible scene_.
BILL'S colleague, MAX
In addition to whatever else they may talk about, BILL says he feels a

bit under the weather and asks MAX to take his appointments for the

afternoon.

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EXT BILL'S SURGERY - DAY

BILL hails a taxi and makes a another deal to go to the house in Long

Island.
INT CAB - DAY

BILLS thoughts.
				 V.O.

			    To be written
EXT VARIOUS POV'S DAY

59th street Bridge.

L.I. Express way.
EXT LONG ISLAND MANSION - DAY

When the cab arrives there, nothing suspicious is in sight, no cars or

pedestrians.
It stops a little past the house and BILL get out and walks to the

gates.
The big gates are locked and there is no one in sight.
He hears the faint whine of the zoom lens motor on one of the

surveillance cameras.
He looks up anxiously but is determined to carry out his inquiry.
He rings the bell mounted on one of the gate pillars.
He hears the motor on another surveillance camera, as it pans on to

him.
He waits.
A few moments later, a car slowly approaches down the road from

the house and stops at the gate.
An elderly servant gets out and walks slowly to the gate.

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He holds a letter and without a word pushes it through the iron bars

to BILL, whose heart is beating wildly.
				 BILL

			       For me?
The servant nods, walks back to the car and drives back up the road.
BILL looks at the envelope and sees: 'Dr. William Harford' written on

it in a neat, dignified handwriting.
_How did they know his name_?
He opens the envelope and unfolds a sheet of writing paper.
  Give up your inquiries which are completely useless, and consider

  these words a second warning.  We hope, for your own good, that

  this will be sufficient.
BILL stands there looking at the note.
EXT CAB - DAY

Driving back to New York
INT CAB - DAY

BILL looks up from the letter, thoughtfully.
				 V.O.

		  Second warning -?  Why the second

		     warning - and not the last?.
		  The tone of the note was strangely

		 reserved and seemed to show that the

		 people who sent it by no means felt

			       secure.
	       The note disappointed him, though, in a

		  way, it reassured him, just why he

			    couldn't say.
		 But, at least, he now felt the woman

		had come to no real harm, and that it

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	       would be possible to find her if he went

		  about it cautiously and cleverly.
INT BILL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

BILL is eating.  ALICE and HELENA with him, keeping him company at

the table..
Some simple, natural dialog will be worked out for the action, over

which the V.O. will be heard.
				 V.O.

		  He had gone home, feeling a little

	       tired but surprisingly cheerful, with a

		   strange sense of security, which

		      somehow seemed deceptive.
		He was in an excited and cheerful mood

	       and he felt unusually fresh and clear in

		spite of spending the last two nights

			    without sleep
	       At the same time, he felt that all this

	      order, this normality, all the security of

	       his existence, was nothing but deception

			    and delusion.
POV of ALICE smiling.
	       And, he thought, there she sits with an

		  angelic look, like a good wife and

		 mother - the whore of her dreams who

		    made love to a hundred men the

		 preceding night and laughed when he

		was crucified, and to his surprise he

			   didn't hate her.
				ALICE

		    Do you have to go out tonight?
				 BILL

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	      I'm afraid so.  I've got some patients to

			 see in the hospital.
EXT MARION'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

BILL gets out of a cab..
INT MARION'S LOBBY - NIGHT

He meets, her fiance, Carl, on his way out.  Carl holds out his hand

cordially and they exchange greetings.
				 BILL

			    How is Marion?
				 CARL

			     Only so-so.
				 BILL

		 I was hoping she would have begun to

		  come to terms with things by now.
Carl shakes his head..
				 CARL

		 She's taken it very hard.  And when

	      came for the body...it was just terrible.
			     BILL (nods)

		 I suppose her relatives are with her

				 now?
				 CARL

	       No, they won't be coming until tonight.

		   She'll be very glad to have some

		company.  I'm taking her to stay with

		  my mother in Connecticut tomorrow.
			     BILL (nods)

		 That's probably just what she needs.
		     CARL (putting out his hand)

		  Well, good to see you again.  It's

		 unbelievable how much there is to do

			to arrange a funeral.

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INT MARION'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Marion opens the door.
She is dressed in black.  Her face becomes slightly flushed.
		       MARION (smiling wearily)

		    You made me wait a long time.
				 BILL

		    I'm sorry, Marion.  This was a

		    particularly busy day for me.
In the living room, Marion smiles and offers him a seat on the couch,

sitting down next to him.
BILL takes her hand in his and looks at her warmly.
She makes little attempt to hide her desperate love.
				 BILL

	       I bumped into Carl downstairs.  He said

		you're going to Connecticut tomorrow.
She gazes into his eyes, mournfully.
				MARION

		 I won't go if you don't want me to.
BILL gives her a long look, leans forward and kisses her on the lips.
They embrace and fall back on the couch.
				MARION

	      Oh, Bill, I love you.  I love you so much.
He kisses her and starts to fondle her breasts and other regions.
			  MARION (whimpers)

		  Oh, Bill, I love you.  I love you.
				 BILL

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			       Marion.
BILL just pronounces her name softly and continues to undo her

clothes.
Then she begins to weep.
BILL tries to ignore this but she doesn't stop.
			   BILL (whispers)

			    What's wrong?
At first, MARION doesn't reply.
				 BILL

			    What's wrong?
		  MARION (smiling through her tears)

			       Nothing.
			    BILL (coldly)

			       Nothing.
BILL sits up.
				 BILL

		     Martion, what is the matter?
				MARION

	       Oh, Bill, it's just that it all seems so

			      hopeless.
BILL frowns.
				MARION

		    What's going to happen to us?
This is definitely not what BILL had in mind and he looks away.
				MARION

		Are you angry with me for saying that?

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				 BILL

			  No, of course not.
				MARION

			    You are angry.
				 BILL

			    I'm not angry.
She rests her chin on his shoulder.
				MARION

	      Oh, Bill...  Say something nice to me.  I

			   am so confused.
BILL doesn't move.
				 BILL

	       Marion, I guess this _is_ crazy.  I'm a

		happily married man with a child, and

		       you are engaged to Carl.
Marion's shoulders droop.

				  
				 BILL

	      I'm sure the best thing for your to do is

		 to go Connecticut tomorrow with Carl

		   as you had planned.  A complete

		 change of environment and the fresh

		   air will do you a world of good.
Marion sits motionless and tears begin to stream down her face.
BILL sits in silence for a few moments, feeling impatience rather than

sympathy.
Then he looks at his watch and gets to his feet.
				 BILL

	       Marion, my dear, much as I regret it...
He would gladly say something kinder to her, but finds it difficult to

do so.

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				 BILL

		If we don't see each other before the

		  wedding, let me offer you my most

		   sincere congratulations and best

			       wishes.
She doesn't move, as though she understands neither his

congratulations nor his farewell.
He holds out his hand but she refuses it, and he says almost

reproachfully:
				 BILL

		I hope you'll keep in touch and let me

			  know how you are.
She sits there as if turned to stone.
				 BILL

			   Goodbye Marion.
He leaves the room, stopping for a second in the doorway, as though

giving her a last opportunity to call him back.
But she turns her head away.
EXT STREET - ON WAY TO DOMINO - NIGHT

BILL walks.
INT/EXT BAKERY - BILL BUYS A CAKE - NIGHT

Seen through the window.
EXT. DOMINO STREET - NIGHT

Bill walks down the street where he was picked up the night before

by the young prostitute, Domino.
He carries a small cake-box tied with a blue ribbon.
He finds the address and rings the bell.  The buzzer sounds and he

goes in.
INT DOMINO STAIRCASE CORRIDOR - NIGHT

An arty looking woman in her forties opens the door on the chain.

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			      ARTY WOMAN

		     Hi.  What can I do for you?
				 BILL

		Good evening.  I'm looking for Domino
			      ARTY WOMAN

			       Domino?
				 BILL

		    Yes.  Is she in by any chance?
An attractive girl in her twenties, wet hair and wrapped in a towel

robe, pokes her head out.
			    SALLY (smiles)

		  You're looking for Domino?  You'll

		have to excuse the way I look.  I just

			got out of the bath..
				 BILL

			   Yes.  Is she in?
SALLY takes the door off the chain.
				SALLY

			Come in for a minute.
INT DOMINO APARTMENT - NIGHT

Bill enters the apartment.
				SALLY

		   Hi.  I'm Sally.  This is Pietra.
Ad-libs of hellos.
Bill looks around - no Domino.
				SALLY

		 Well, as you can see, Domino's out.
				 BILL

		 Okay.  Do you expect her back soon?

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				SALLY

			  I don't think so.
			      ARTY WOMAN

			   Maybe tomorrow.
				 BILL

	      Okay.  Well, I'll just leave this cake for

			    her, if I may.
		      ARTY WOMAN (akes the cake)

	      Okay.  Great.  We'll see that she gets it.
				 BILL

			 Is she out of town?
			      ARTY WOMAN

	       Uh--no, actually, she's in the hospital.
Sally gives her a look.
				 BILL

	       Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.  I hope it's

			   nothing serious.
			      ARTY WOMAN

	       We're not really sure.  It was for some

			    kind of tests.
Sally gives her another look and moves close to BILL, her towel robe

parting a little to show her naked underneath.
				SALLY

	       Listen, I'm not sure what's was on your

		  mind but if it was more than cake,

		    there's nothing wrong with me.
BILL hesitates.
				 BILL

		Look, I'd love to but some other time.

		Okay?  I was just passing by with the

				cake.

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				SALLY

			      You sure?
			     BILL (nods)

			I've really got to go.
EXT DOMINO STREET - BILL WALKING - NIGHT
				 V.O.

		 Was this another and final sign that

		  everything he put his hand to was

		 bound to turn out a failure for him?
		But why should it be.  Wasn't the fact

	      that he had just escaped a possibly fatal

		 infection from the girl a good sign?
		 Everything now seemed so unreal; his

	      home, his wife, his child, his profession,

			  and even himself.
	       Bill felt choked with tears.  He had not

		slept for two days and his nerves were

			gradually giving way.
		 He intentionally struck up a quicker

		  pace than he was in the mood for.
EXT STREET - BILL FOLLOWED - NIGHT
Suddenly, BILL feels he is being followed.
He glances back and sees a man about half a block behind him

walking at the same rapid pace.
As soon as the man notices BILL has seen him, he stops and looks in

a shop window.

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SHORT SEQUENCE OF THE MAN FOLLOWING BILL - SEVERAL

STREETS
STREET - NEWS-STAND NEAR COFFEE SHOP

BILL stops at the news-stand and buys a paper.
He looks back again.
The man is still there, walking slowly towards him.
BILL goes into a nearby Coffee Bar.
INT COFFEE BAR - NIGHT

Bill sits down at a table against the wall, keeping an eye on the door.
A waitress comes over with a glass of ice water and a plastic menu.
			       WAITRESS

		  Hi.  Would you like to order now?
				 BILL

				Sure.
BILL manages a tired smile and looks at the menu.
				 BILL

	       I'll have...a cup of coffee and...maybe

			   a cheese Danish.
			       WAITRESS

			     Okay, great.
She leaves, taking away the menu.
BILL opens his eyes as wide as possible, arches his neck and drinks

some water.  He looks terrible.

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He idly picks up the newspaper he just bought and starts to look

through it.
A story catches his eye.
    EX-BEAUTY QUEEN IN HOTEL DRUGS OVERDOSE

    Kelly Curran, 30, a former Miss Wisconsin, was

  taken to New York Hospital this morning in critical

  condition after taking a drugs overdose.

    She was found unconscious when police broke into

  her room at the San Carlos hotel after she failed to

  respond to efforts to contact her.

    The night manager told police she had returned to

  the hotel at four o'clock in the morning accompanied

  by two unidentified men.
				 V.O.

		  Four o'clock in the morning!  The

		     same time he returned home!
And accompanied by _two men_!
		   Wasn't it two men who took Nick

	       Nightingale from his hotel only an hour

				later?
		  There was no compelling reason to

	       believe that Kelly Curran and a certain

		  other woman were one and the same.

		 And yet - his heart throbbed and his

			    hand trembled.
BILL looks for the waitress to get his check.
At the same time, he notices the man who had been following him

sitting at another table.
The man slowly raises a newspaper, partly covering his face.
BILL pays his check.

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At the door, he turns to look for the suspicious character at the table

but he is already gone.
EXT HOSPITAL - NIGHT

Establishing shot
INT HOSPITAL
BILL the signs to the Emergency Room Waiting Area.
He walks up a young black woman at the information desk.
				 BILL

		Good evening, I'm Doctor Harford.  I'd

		 like to see a patient of mine who I

		  believe was admitted this morning.
He shows her his identity card.
				CLERK

		 Okay, thanks, Doctor.  What did you

			  say the name was?
				 BILL

			Curran, Kelly Curran.
				CLERK

			  C..u..r..r..a..n?
				 BILL

				 Yes.
The woman keyboards the letters into her computer.
Something comes up on her screen that makes her stop.
				CLERK

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			 Kelly Curran, right?
				 BILL

			    That's right.
				CLERK

		I'm sorry, doctor, but I'm afraid she

			 died this afternoon.
				 BILL

				What?
				CLERK

		    Yes, at three-forty five, p.m.
BILL stares at her.
He feels strangely relieved.
				 BILL

		 Is the body in the hospital morgue?
INT HOSPITAL CORRIDOR ON WAY TO MORGUE
BILL follows a black male orderly down a hospital corridor.
INT MORGUE

The morgue is a brightly lit, white-tiled room with six autopsy tables

and fifty numbered crypts.
There is no one else working in the room.
The black orderly checks a slip of paper and goes to that crypt.
He opens the door, slides out the pallet and pulls down the sheet

covering the body.
BILL stares down at the naked body of a young woman.

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The orderly gives BILL an inquiring look.  BILL nods and the orderly

crosses the room and lights a cigarette.
BILL lifts the woman's head a little.
Her face is white.  Her half-closed eyes stare at him.  The lower jaw

hangs down limply, the narrow upper lip is drawn up, revealing bluish

gums and a beautiful set of white teeth.
He gently lays her head back on the pallet.
His eyes follow the lines of her body.
He touches her forehead and her cheeks, her shoulders and her arms,

doing so as if compelled and directed to by an invisible power.
He twines his fingers about those of the corpse, and rigid as they are,

they seem to make an effort to move, to seize his hand.
He bends over her, as if magically attracted.
				 V.O.

		  Was this the woman he was seeking?
		Were these the eyes that had shone at

		   him the day before with so much

			       passion?
		Was this the alluring body for which,

		   only yesterday, he had felt such

			  agonising desire?
		He bent lower, as if he could extract

		  an answer from the rigid features.
		 But he had only seen her face for an

		 instant, and he knew that if it were

	      _her_ face, and _her_ eyes, he would not,

	       could not - and in reality did not want

			       to know.
		He also realized that from the time he

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		read the account in the newspaper, he

		    had imagined her as having the

			features of his wife.
		 And he shuddered to realise that his

		wife had constantly been in his mind's

		     eye as the woman he had been

			       seeking.
He frees his fingers from those of the corpse, and taking her thin

wrists, places the ice cold arms alongside the body very carefully.
He looks at the orderly.
				 BILL

		    Okay - thanks.  I'm finished.
Bill watches the orderly slide the pallet back into the crypt and close

the door.
			       ORDERLY

			Want to wash up, Doc?
He gestures to a row of sinks.
				 BILL

			       Thanks.
BILL goes over and carefully washes his hands with disinfectant.
His cellular phone goes off.
				 BILL

		Hello...  Yes...  That's perfectly all

		 right...  Okay...  Oh, I guess about

		 twenty minutes...  Okay...  Goodbye.
EXT ZIEGLER MANSION - NIGHT

BILL's taxi pulls up.

There are only a few lights on inside, giving the house a more

sombre appearance from the night of the Christmas party.

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The butler opens the door and takes BILL's coat.
Ziegler's assistant, HARRIS, appears.
				HARRIS

		      Good evening, Dr. Harford.
				 BILL

			    Good evening.
				HARRIS

		Thank you for coming over so quickly.
				 BILL

		    What seems to be the problem?
				HARRIS

	      I'm afraid I don't know.  Will you follow

			     me, please?
BILL follows HARRIS.  Their footsteps sound loud in the quiet house.
They stop in front of the library door and HARRIS knocks.
			    ZIEGLER (o.s.)

			       Come in.
HARRIS opens the door for BILL and closes it behind him, remaining

outside.
ZIEGLER gets up from an armchair and shakes hands.
			       ZIEGLER

	      Hi, Bill.  Sorry to drag you over here at

			 this time of night.
				 BILL

			     No problem.
			       ZIEGLER

			What are you drinking?

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				 BILL

		  Well, I suppose a brandy would be

				nice.
		      ZIEGLER (going to the bar)

		It was lovely to see you and Alice the

			     other night.
				 BILL

		It was a wonderful party and we had a

			     great time.
			       ZIEGLER

	       It's a shame you had to leave so early.
				 BILL

		 We hated to go but I had a couple of

			 early appointments.
ZIEGLER hands him his brandy and they touch glasses.
				 BOTH

			       Cheers.
				 BILL

				Nice..
			       ZIEGLER

			   Napoleon, 1935.
BILL looks suitably impressed.
				 BILL

		  So - what seems to be the problem?

		      Someone under the weather?
ZIEGLER looks into his brandy glass.
			       ZIEGLER

			Can I be frank, Bill?
				 BILL

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			      Of course.
			       ZIEGLER

	       I'm afraid what I've got to say is a bit

			awkward to talk about.
				 BILL

			   I'm your doctor.
ZIEGLER rotates his brandy.
			       ZIEGLER

		    This isn't a medical problem.
				 BILL

				 Oh.
			       ZIEGLER

				 No.
BILL looks at him, quizzically.
ZIEGLER nods and returns a tense smile.
			       ZIEGLER

	       I'm not exactly sure how to begin this.

		But maybe the best thing is to just to

	       put the cards on the table and say that

		  I happen to know quite a lot about

		 what you've been doing for the past

			  twenty-four hours.
He lets this sink in
				 BILL

		 Sorry, Victor but may I ask what the

		    hell are you're talking about?
			  ZIEGLER (quietly)

	       Bill, please believe me, I know this is

		   awkward - perhaps as awkward for

		     me as it is for you.  Okay?
Bill says nothing.

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			       ZIEGLER

		Okay?...  Now, the reason I wanted to

		talk to you is that I think you may be

			harbouring one or two

		  misapprehensions about last night,

		   which I would like to clear up.
Silence
			       ZIEGLER

	      Okay.  I think I should also tell you that

		     I was there.  At the house.
ZIEGLER says this in a very matter-of-fact way.
			       ZIEGLER

		   I saw everything that happened.
A long pause.
				 BILL

		  Well, what an amazing coincidence.
			       ZIEGLER

		The words practically right out of my

		   mouth.  An amazing coincidence.

	       That's what I first thought.  But then I

		    remembered seeing you and your

		 musician friend, Nick, renewing old

	      acquaintances at the party, and it didn't

		take me very long to realize that the

		rotten little prick was the reason you

			     were there.
Bill gets to his feet.  There's no point in denying anything and he has

to protect Nick.
				 BILL

	      Look, Victor, this was all my fault.  Nick

		  did his best to talk me out of it.

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			       ZIEGLER

	       Yes, I know.  He told us.  But the fact

	       remains that the little cocksucker told

	       you in the first place and gave you the

		      password and the address.
				 BILL

	       It was all down to me pressurising him.
			       ZIEGLER

		   Maybe so, but I recommended him

		  to these people and he betrayed my

				trust.
BILL hesitates.
				 BILL

		  I went to his hotel this morning.
			       ZIEGLER

			       I know.
				 BILL

			     How's that?
			       ZIEGLER

		  That was my man following you.  He

		       told me you spotted him.
BILL shakes his head incredulously.
				 BILL

		    Why did you have me followed?
			       ZIEGLER

		   For your own good?  To avoid any

			     foolishness?
				 BILL

		The hotel clerk said two men took him

		  away at five-thirty this morning.

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			       ZIEGLER

	       That's right.  They gave him an airline

	       ticket and took him to the airport.  By

		now he's probably back with his family

			     in Seattle.
				 BILL

		The clerk said he had a bruise on his

				cheek.
			       ZIEGLER

			     Is that all?
				 BILL

			     Is he okay?
			       ZIEGLER

		He's a lot better than he deserves to

				 be.
				 BILL

			    Nothing else?
			       ZIEGLER

		 He's okay.  Phone him in Seattle if

		 you're concerned.  I'll give you his

			    phone number.
ZIEGLER pours more brandy.
				 BILL

		   Nick never said anything about a

		 second password.  Was that what gave

			       me away?
			       ZIEGLER

		  There was no second password.  You

		  gave yourself away as soon as you

		arrived.  Invited guests come in limos

		 not taxis, and they don't get out of

		their cars half a block from the gate.

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		After the servants took your coat, one

		   of our people went through your

		pockets and found the receipt for the

		  rented tux and cassock made out to

		 Doctor W. Harford, a name obviously

			not on the guest list.
ZIEGLER sips some brandy.
			       ZIEGLER

		 Bill, these were not just _ordinary_

	       people.  I don't think you have any idea

		how fortunate you are to have got out

	       of that situation as easily as you did.

		  Someday you can thank me for that.
				 BILL

			What about the woman?
			       ZIEGLER

		      Not at all what you think.
				 BILL

		     Why did she try to warn me?
ZIEGLER doesn't answer immediately.
				 BILL

		   Why was she willing to sacrifice

			   herself for me?
			       ZIEGLER

	      Bill, are you so sure she was the kind of

		    woman for whom the things you

		 imagined were actually a sacrifice?
		If she attended these affairs and knew

		 the rules so well, do you suppose it

		would have made any difference to her

		  whether she belonged to one of the

		       men, or to all of them?

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			 Bill, she was just a

		 thousand-a-night- hooker - no more,

			       no less.
BILL stares at him blankly.
			       ZIEGLER

	      Bill, tell me, did you never consider the

		possibility that the whole thing might

		    have been nothing more than a

		charade?...  A charade played out for

		  the benefit of someone who didn't

		  belong - to frighten them and make

			sure they keep quiet?
BILL takes a deep breath and tries to absorb what he has just been

told
Then takes the newspaper from his pocket with the story about the

drugs overdose.
				 BILL

			   What about this?
			       ZIEGLER

			    What about it?
				 BILL

		Is it her?  I went to the morgue but I

			    couldn't tell.
			       ZIEGLER

			      It is her.
			    BILL (quietly)

		 Is this what she meant when she aid

			 she would redeem me?
			       ZIEGLER

		 No - it wasn't  But I was afraid you

		 might think it was, and that's why I

			  wanted to see you.

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				 BILL

		 You say it was a charade but isn't a

		but strange, a woman offers herself as

		a sacrifice and the next morning she's

				dead?
			       ZIEGLER

		That _was_ a coincidence.  An amazing

		  coincidence, perhaps but a genuine

		      coincidence, nonetheless.

				  
		   Bill, please believe me, nothing

		 happened to her that hadn't happened

	      before.  She got a lot of attention, that

		 was certainly true, but nothing she

		   didn't want.  And later, when my

	       people left her at the hotel, they said

		   everything was absolutely okay.
		 What then happened in her room, she

		 did to herself, as she had done many

	       times before.  But, sadly, this would be

			    the last time.

				  
		  She OD'd on crack, like the papers

		 said.  No chance for foul play.  Her

		door was locked from the _inside_ and

		   the police had to break it down.
		 No, I'm afraid for her it was always

	       going to be just a matter of time - you

		said as much yourself when she passed

		  out in my bedroom at the Christmas

				party.
				 BILL

			My God, was that her?
ZIEGLER nods, yes.
Several moments of strained silence go by.

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Then ZIEGLER stands up with a comfortable end-of-conversation-sigh.
			       ZIEGLER

		So, Bill, I hope you understand why I

		thought it was important to tidy this

	       up.  But now I think all the dishes are

		 washed and put away.  Nobody killed

		 anybody.  Someone died.  That's sad.

	     But life goes on.  It always does.  Until it

			   doesn't.  Okay?
INT BILL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Bill quietly enters and goes to his study to undress, as he did the night

before.

He enters the bedroom as quietly as possible.
He hears ALICE breathing softly and regularly and sees the outline of

her head on the pillow.
Unexpectedly, his heart is filled with a feeling of tenderness and even

of security.
Then he notices something dark quite near ALICE'S face.
It has definite outlines like the shadowy features of a human face,

and it is lying on his pillow.
For a moment his heart stops beating, but an instant later he sees

what it is, and stretching out his hand, picks up the MASK he had

worn the night before.
				 V.O.

		He thought he must have dropped it in

		    the morning when he packed the

		 costume away, and Alice had found it

	       and placed it on the pillow beside her,

	     as though it signified _his_ face, the face

		    of a husband who had become an

			    enigma to her.
All at once he reaches the end of his strength.

Clutching the mask, he utters a loud and painful

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sob - quite unexpectedly - and sinks down beside the bed, buries his

head in the pillows, and cries.
A minute later he feels a soft hand caressing his hair.
He looks into ALICE'S worried eyes.
				 BILL

		     I will tell you everything.
ALICE raises her hand, as if to stop him, but he takes it and holds it.
				 BILL

		   No, I will tell you everything.
BEDROOM - IT IS NOW DAWN

The grey light creeps through the curtains.
ALICE sits expressionlessly at a small table near the window, finishing

a cigarette.  A full ashtray next to her.
BILL sits miserably on the edge of the bed staring at the carpet..
He sighs and looks at Alice.
She smiles at him sadly and reaches out her hand.
He gets up slowly and goes over to her.
				 BILL

		     What are we going to do now?
She gazes into his eyes.
				ALICE

	       I think we should both be grateful that

		 we have come unharmed out of all our

		adventures, whether they were real or

			    only a dream.
BILL kneels down in front of her.
				 BILL

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		      Are you really sure that?
She takes his hands in hers and looks at them.
				ALICE

		Only as sure as I am that the reality

	       of one night, let alone that of a whole

		  lifetime, is not the whole truth.
				 BILL

		  And no dream is entirely a dream.
She presses his head to her breast.
				ALICE

		  But I think we're awake now..  And

		       for a long time to come.
			   BILL (whispers)

			       Forever.
Almost before he finishes the word, ALICE lays her fingers on his

lips.
		  ALICE (whispers as if to herself)

		We should never look into the future.
They kiss tenderly and lie down on the bed, dozing a little,

dreamlessly, close to one another - until with the usual noises from

the street, and a victorious ray of sunlight through the opening of the

curtain, there is a knock on the door and their seven-year-old

daughter, HELENA, runs into the room and, laughing, jumps into

their bed.  And a new day begins.
			       The End

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