Fourth Draft
2.1.2010
c 2009
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INT. DONNA'S APARTMENT
DONNA GUNN sits in a chair, fidgeting. She is dressed to
impress--and for someone with her looks, that's easy to do.
She's barely out of her teens, with a body that manages to
somehow look sultry and innocent at the same time. But right
now, she's not using her sex appeal. Instead, as the CREDITS
roll, she looks at her watch, looks at the door, stands up,
paces, looks at the door again, sits down, looks at her watch
again, and looks over at the clock to make sure her watch
still works. Then she looks at the door again.
The doorbell rings.
DONNA:
Come in!
She jumps to her feet again, but before she can get to it, the
door opens. DOCTOR KELLER stands framed in the doorway for a
long moment, staring down at Donna. Emphasis on "down"--he
towers over the young woman, his lined face and
salt-and-pepper hair giving him an air of stern paternal
authority that makes his charismatic gaze even more powerful.
Underneath his dark gray suit, he has the look of a stern
teacher, a judge and a high priest, all rolled into one.
DOCTOR KELLER:
Miss Gunn. The screen does not do
you justice. May I come in?
DONNA:
I--thank you, Doctor Keller.
Please, yes, come in! Sit down! I
mean, feel free to sit down. If you
want.
She sits back down, gesturing to a chair across from her.
DONNA:
I'm so glad you could come. When I
sent my assistant to talk to you,
she said--
Doctor Keller enters the room, closing the door behind him,
and sits down. Even seated, he has a significant height
advantage over her.
DOCTOR KELLER:
I apologize. I'm afraid I may have
rather intimidated your young
assistant. In truth, I found Miss
Blake to be both charming and
accommodating. She did her job
well...as evidenced by the fact
that I am here.
DONNA:
I wasn't sure--I mean, I know you
said you would be, but she said
that you didn't like the idea.
She looks down shyly.
DONNA:
I thought you might have changed
your mind.
DOCTOR KELLER:
I will admit, I am of somewhat
mixed feelings on the matter. On
the one hand, I rather detest the
character of Svengali, and the
thought of yet another adaptation
of that odious book irritates me to
no end.
He gestures expansively. Donna looks up a bit, but she still
can't bring herself to meet his gaze directly.
DOCTOR KELLER:
Do you know how many people know
nothing of hypnotism beyond the
book 'Trilby'? Or, to be more
precise, beyond their third-hand
understanding of the events of the
book, which they probably think is
actually called 'Svengali' like you
plan to call your film. Everyone
seems to think that all hypnotists
have some sort of sinister scheme
to enslave the will of young women,
thanks to that novel. du Maurier
has practically ruined the
reputation of my profession, and to
actively participate in furthering
the slander against it by helping,
even indirectly, with another
sensationalist film about a
"sinister hypnotist"...it was
highly tempting to refuse.
Donna looks up, frightened. Doctor Keller smiles crookedly,
his first smile since entering the room.
DOCTOR KELLER:
On the other hand, Miss Gunn, I
confess that I am a tremendous fan
of yours.
Donna relaxes visibly, breathing a sigh of relief. She smiles
back at him like a student who's just gotten a compliment from
a difficult-to-please teacher.
DONNA:
Oh, thank you! And please, call me
Donna.
DOCTOR KELLER: