The Last Swan (1)
Angel Obregon

 

EXT. HIGHWAY DINER (DAWN)

DR. DAVID ROGOZIN drives up in a Lincoln town
car. He’s wearing jeans and an army jacket. He’s unshaven and hung over. He's 48 and not aging
badly so much as corroding. He’s still good
looking and he knows it.

POV pulls back to show ANNABELLE O'LEARY looking out the window at him. She is a spectacular gazelle of a woman with a calm intelligence
and a grandiose idea of her own importance.

She has no common sense whatsoever and survives only by a series of miracles. One of them is
about to start.

Rogo goes into the diner. MOS: He orders coffee, sits down and starts talking to Ann.

 
INT. DINER
                         
Coffee arrives.

ROGO
I like dawn, a dirty-gray Jersey dawn.
Makes me feel like I survived a war.

Ann shakes her head.

ANN
What are we going to do?

ROGO
I keep thinking about that, but nothing
happens which happens more and more
often as I grow older.

ANN
When I was in undergrad, I had a boy friend who liked to be whipped. He
had another girl to do that for him
then he would come to me and I would
kiss the welts.
                         
ROGO
Is that why you became a doctor?
                         
ANN
No, Schmuck, it's what I'm doing
with you.

Rogo, very hung over, looks at his watch.
 
ROGO
Show time.

They get up to go. She looks at the way he’s dressed.

ANN
You going in like that?

ROGO
I’ll change in the stairwell like Superman.

SERIES OF SHOTS:

EXT. DINER
They leave the diner and use Rogo’s car.

EXT. PRISON
Driving up to a high medieval looking wall.

INT> STAIRWELL

Rogo changing into a suit.

INT. HOSPITAL WARD (OVERLIT)

Ann and Rogo, he’s now wearing an elegant 3-piece suit. He’s even combed his hair. There are
A FEW PATIENTS. Most of the beds are empty. Something is a little wrong. Two of the
patients are chained to their beds. There’s
A NURSE and A GUARD ARMED with a tonfa night
stick and both of them look more sorrowful
and compassionate than Ann or Rogo.
                       
ANN
‘Prognosis guarded’?
                        
ROGO
It means she's dying.

ANN
I know what it means. This cant go on.
                      
ROGO
It wont for long, the other volunteers are dead.
                        
ANN
I mean I’m getting out.
                        
ROGO
And do what?

ANN
This isn’t white-collar crime anymore,
concealing side effects is like murder.
                       
ROGO
No. There was no way to save them.
That’s why they’re here.

ANN
But raising false hopes is the
cruelest thing you can do.

She turns and strides out.

ROGO
Wait, I’ll drive you back.

 
Ann doesn't wait. She calls for the guard to let her out.

ROGO (continuing)
What do you mean ‘murder’? He already
had pneumonia when I shot him.
                        
Rogo stares into space. Ann leaves.

INT. MALL BOOKSTORE

It’s called THE ONLY GAME IN TOWN and it sells
romances. Ann slams in and looks wildly at
the racks of Gothics. MELISSA, a good looking loose-bodied girl of 28, is sitting behind a
desk reading COSMO GIRL.

MELISSA
Aren’t you supposed to be at work?

ANN
Yes.

MELISSA
Don’t talk about it, if you
don’t want to.

ANN
I dont want to talk about it.

MELISSA
Fine.

Ann sits down at the desk and Melissa pours
coffee for both of them.

MELISSA (continuing)
You have 19 lovers and you’re
in here every day romances.

ANN
I guess they’re not very romantic.
Aren’t you supposed to try to sell
this stuff?

MELISSA
Yeah, but you’re nuts. Like giving
a loaded gun to a retarded child.

ANN
What else is new?

MELISSA
Nothing. You’ve read everything except the section on Lesbian vampires. Get out of here and
break some hearts.

Reluctantly, Ann gets up and marches out.

EXT. PHARMACEUTICAL COMPANY COMPLEX
         SOMEWHERE IN JERSEY (DAY)

Research and manufacturing facilities cover a square mile. Security is paranoid: Watch towers
and electrified fences, guards patrolling with Rotweillers. In the distant background an oil refinery belches fire.

Ann strides in the door. She has a magnificent stride, like Arnette Jens in THE BALCONY.

INT. HALLWAY IN THE RESEARCH BUILDING (ALPHAVILLE)

POV pulls back to an OSS on Annabelle then follows her as she strides down another hall and into an office.

INT. MIDDLE MGT OFFICE (FAKE COZY)

Ann strides in on WAXNER. He's young and good looking in a soft suburban way. He has the air
of success and a blank determined smile. You
would not buy a used car from this man.

WAXNER
What now?

She slams some photographs on the desk
in front of him.

DIALOGUE: This is what would actually be said.
It doesn’t have to be heard beyond a Gregorian
Chant kind of drone as the cart loads of dead
test animals are wheeled by the door.

POV: panning out the window to see the oil refinery looking like Auschwitz, to the wall to show a framed and autographed photo of Waxner with Nixon: arms around each other and grinning, to the door
to show a wagon load of dead Beagles being rolled by from the animal test facility.

                           ANN
David’s has been faking the data.

She spreads the photos out in front of him.

ANN (continuing)
T3, upper outer quadrant. Nipple inversion, skin satellite nodules, ferritin and chorionic gonadotropin elevated and still rising.

She shoves another photograph at him.

ANN (continuing)
Two weeks later: Direct invasion of breast parenchyma, ducts ,7d lymphatics. Visible axillary lymphadenopathy. Peau
de orange. Sounds like a desert. And
it's getting ready to fungate.

The sight of all the raw meat makes Waxner hungry. He starts munching on a jelly donut. The red jelly squirts out. Neither of them consider it worth a comment. She shoves a 3rd photograph in front of him.

ANN (continuing)
Three weeks: It's gone T4. Visceral involvement, through the chest wall
into adenocarcinoma, rapid and wide spread hematogeous dissemination,
he's claiming remission from week 1.

WAXNER
  Visceral involvement? You have the
X-rays?

Ann shakes her head.

WAXNER (continuing)
These were shot too close, it's hard
tell the scale on this. What are the numbers?

ANN
I dont have them.

WAXNER
          A little informal. Anything else?

ANN
Satellite nodes in her armpit and groin.

                         WAXNER
They were there to begin with; they
would have grown faster untreated.
                        
ANN
How can you decide that without even looking at the data. You dont seem
that interested.
                         
WAXNER
All you've shown me so far are judgment calls. David? you really call him David? He may have made a mistake. He may have given the results and overly optimistic interpretation.

Occupational hazard. Research is 99% failure. You have to be optimistic, irrationally optimistic or you give
up. You got to have faith.
 
                        ANN
You know, after a while, these inspirational clichés all sound
the same.
                          
WAXNER
They all mean good-bye.
                        
ANN
I'm taking this to Garvey.
                        
 WAXNER
Stop listening to Prozac. He'll
fire you.

Ann runs out. Waxner picks up the phone.

INT ROGO’S CAR (BRIGHT)

Rogo is in his car, on the cell phone, nodding
and cursing.

ROGO
Bug Fuck!

He hangs up throws back his had and screams:

SHIT!

then he floors it, going at 90 mph past some cops who cant believe what they’re seeing. They give chase, see the MD plates and give up
 

INT. CORRIDOR (BRIGHT)

Strictly Alphaville: sci-fi nightmare. Rogo running along the corridor and looking determined.

INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE GARVEY’S OFFICE
         (FUNERAL PARLOR GLOW)

Ann is just coming out of Garvey's office. Rogo
is outside, looking disheveled and out of breath.
                            
ROGO
Warner called me. I tried to head
you off.
                         
ANN (smirking)
He's waiting for you. Go on in.

He does and closes the door. POV follows him.

THOMAS GARVEY is head of the cancer research section: a money machine. He is a dapper
little man with a face like you always see in corporate annual reports: Gray hair, lots of
laugh lines, half frame glasses and a gray
cast-iron smile.

Garvey is looking out the window, peeking through the Venetian blinds at the oil refinery belching fire and smoke. A Bach toccata is on the muzak.

GARVEY
I have one question. Is this a shake down or is she really that crazy?

ROGO
She's that crazy.

GARVEY
You hired her.

ROGO
I didn't know. She sounded idealistic, they all do. They think it's expected
of them. She seemed sane so I figured she was bitter and disillusioned.

GARVEY
She had some photographs. I assume
she has others. She can blow whistle
on this.
 

ROGO
You’re covered.

GARVEY
It would still be an embarrassment.

ROGO
Baby, we’re far beyond shame.

Garvey struggles to suppress a laugh and almost succeeds. He tries to stay angry and cant, he
finds Rogo charming and tries to be angry about
that too.

ROGO (continuing)
          You still haven't told me what you
want me to do.

 Rogo gets up to go.
               
 
GARVEY
Get her pregnant, get her married.
Get her married and pregnant. When
she has more to worry about than
herself, things will look different.
                         
ROGO
Isn't that a bit 19th century?

                         GARVEY
When you get 100 miles in from the coast, it is the 19th century. Enough, get out of here.
                         
And dont tell me how much I owe you. Anything I owed you, you already spent. We're not friends anymore, we've been going through the motions for years.
ROGO
I know.
 
INT. ROGO’S LAB

Rogo walks in. Ann is there with a Cheshire smile. She thinks he’s just been roasted.

ANN
I made coffee.
                       
  ROGO
That part sounds all right. The short version is: You're fired.

ANN
I'll hear that from him.

Another cartload of frozen Beagles.
Ann has stopped smiling.
                       
                        ROGO
Dont. Right now, you're on probation, not because he wants to, but because it’s the only easy thing to do. If you’re that pissed, why didn’t you go public with it?

ANN
You'd have gone to jail.

ROGO
I'm glad you figured that out.
Any milk for the coffee?
                       
ANN
Try my breast, I think I'm pregnant.
                       
ROGO
That was the only thing missing.
 
EXT. PARKING LOT (EVENING)

Rogo drives away. Ann stares after him for a
long moment then drives off in an ancient MG.
 

EXT. HIGHWAY (EVENING)

Ann driving her MG.

INT. ANN’S APARTMENT (BRIGHT)
                   
Ann trying to read. She gives up and gets dressed.

INT. ROGO’S DEN (DIM)

Rogo drinking and staring straight ahead into the darkness.

EXT. HIGHWAY (NIGHT)

Ann jogging down the shoulder of the highway.

INT. ROGO’S DEN (DIM)

Rogo drinking and staring straight ahead.

INT. ANN’S APARTMENT (BRIGHT)

She's showering, soaping herself slowly, sensually and getting off on it.

INT. ROGO’S BEDROOM (DARK)
 
He's standing naked looking out the window. HIS WIFE is asleep in the bed behind him. He looks
at his watch. 5 AM
 
                          
INT. DRUG COMPANY CAFETERIA (FLASHY AND STERILE)

Ann is sitting at a table. She has a tray with
a sandwich and 4 Bloody Marys on it. A SNAG (Sensitive New Age Guy) walks over to her table.

SNAG
Do you seriously mind if I join you?

ANN
Why the Hell not? Dont stand there
with your mouth open, sit down.

He puts down his tray and sits across from her.
                    
SNAG
Whatever it is, I didn't do it.
                    
ANN
You're right, you didn't. I'm sorry.
                    
SNAG
What kind of music do you like?
                    
ANN
What? Oh. Sure, why not? Ars Antigua. Pre-Bach Baroque. Counter-point in all
8 modes at once.

Hard cocaine hop from the 50s. It has the same quality. The intricacy of it. There's some of that in The Magnificat.

Does not compute. He tries again.
 

SNAG
Are you religious?

Meaning: Do you fool around?

ANN
What? Oh. Non-practicing atheist,
you got to have faith.
                   
  SNAG
Like the Torah. Circling a castle endlessly without finding a way in
and then, when, when you're about
to give up, the Princess shows her
face at a window in the tower.
                                  
ANN
Maybe you should have stuck to Torah.
                         
SNAG
Maybe I should have.
                        
ANN
You're not in cancer research, are you?
 
                    SNAG
Respiratory diseases. Senior researcher.
                                               ANN
I'm Annabelle. What's your name?
                         
SNAG
Duane. Are you from New York?
                         
ANN
Obviously, I'm from New York, obviously
you're not.
                          
SNAG
Minneapolis. I'm being transferred back there. I thought you ought to know that.
 
                         ANN
Duane, do not say another word or I think that I shall scream. Now, if you can hear me, nod your head. Good. Now, you going to write down my address because I am cooking dinner for you tonight at 8 PM. Do you have a pen or a pencil? Good.
  
POV pulls back to show Rogo and Garvey sitting at
a table across the room.
                          
GARVEY
He's writing something down. He scored.
                        
ROGO
Couldn't you have done a little better
for her than that?

                         GARVEY
She's using him for kleenex so, it doesn't matter.

ROGO
Toilet paper.

GARVEY
Anyway, she'll love it in Minneapolis. Lots of winter sports. Like Siberia.

ROGO
Thomas, every time I get laid you
go kill crazy. It’s getting a
little obvious, don’t you think?

He gets up to go.

                          GARVEY
I'm not being hard on you, am I?
I haven't even mentioned your wife.
What is her name? I blocked it out.

ROGO
Makes two of us.

                         GARVEY
David, I dont want to kill you.
I dont even want to fire you.
So, stop reminding me that
you're here.

INT. ROGO’S CAR (EVENING)

Rogo watches Snag come up to Ann’s door carrying
flowers and a box of candy. Rogo checks his watch.
It’s 8 pm exactly.

THE SAME

Rogo checks his watch again. It’s 10.
He starts the car and drives off.

INT. ANN’S APARTMENT (ARTSY AND CRAFTSY)

Ann and Snag have just finished dinner.
                         
SNAG
That was magnificent.

ANN
Thank you. I stick to things I know
I can do perfectly. I'm not an adventurous cook.
 
SNAG
I’m glad. Shall I help you with the dishes?

ANN
You would. Thank you, that would be
very nice. I’ll wash, you dry.
                      
SNAG
Of course, I like to do my share. I'm good at scrubbing out the bathroom too.

Ann closes her eyes and trembles slightly.

SNAG (continuing)
Are you all right?
                        
ANN
I'm fine, it just takes a little getting used to.
                         
SNAG
I don’t understand.
                          
ANN
Dont worry about it, I'll get on top,
you wont have to do a thing.

He starts to drop the dishes, but she takes them out of his hands and walks into the kitchen. He follows her in. There is a cat on top of the refrigerator. It is a large muscular black
cat and Snag pets him expertly. Ann smiles,
she begins to have hope.

ANN (continuing)
          Tell me your fantasies.

SNAG
Have you ever been to a state fair?

She closes her eyes again and he takes the dishes out of her hands.
 
INT. DINER (MORNING)

Rogo walks in. He gets the usual challenging stare from the truckers. It lasts a moment then everyone ignores each other.

COUNTER MAN
  Where's your girl friend?
                         
ROGO
I hadn't thought of it that way,
but I guess she is. I overslept
and missed her.

COUNTER MAN
Pretty lady.
 

     ROGO
I'm satisfied if she is.

COUNTER MAN
You should be.
                         
ROGO
Why, you want to give some advice?

COUNTER MAN
Sure, ride it till it crashes.

ROGO
I like it.

COUNTER MAN
What do you think of the Knicks'
chances in the playoffs?

ROGO
I've always regretted that I've never learned how to conduct that kind of conversation.

COUNTER MAN
Have it your own way, you're the one
with a license to kill.

Rogo throws some money on the counter and runs out.

Hey, hey, I'm sorry.

EXT. PRISON (DIRTY GRAY MORNING)

Rogo enters the prison wearing a black suit and
a derby. He looks like an executioner.

GUARD
Yes. Dr. Rogozin, good morning.

Through many locked doors and hostile expressions, he enters the infirmary. No rats, no dirt, no garbage. There is a bizarre formless despair
about the place, like a border crossing or a
bus station or a public men’s room.

The room is immaculate but, it's been repainted
too many times with paint thick as cake frosting. Cream and yellow.

The bars, like everything else, they look slightly melted. What isn't covered with paint is all enamel and tile, all of it chipped and worn,
sad and seedy. The place makes you automatically think of suicide.

The ceilings are high, but the rooms are cramped, set in a maze with no clear way out. to compartmentalize trouble when it happens.

He enters the infirmary, puts on a white gown and makes a serious effort to scrub up. Short shrill screams in the background, crying, hysterical whining and mumbling.

He enters the prison infirmary. The women are in standard hospital beds but, half the enamel is broken off. The sheets are clean but, stiff heavy fabric built for endurance not for comfort. The blankets have holes.

None of it quite as worn out as the women themselves .

Ann walks up to him.

ANN
A raise, Wozzeck, a raise.

ROGO
Opera jokes yet. What time does the
next swan leave?
   
ANN
The last swan is gone.

They walk into the sick room. A woman is strapped to a white hospital bed. Her mouth has been taped shut to keep her from screaming. A white rubber swim cap has been put on her head so the tape wont stick to her hair.

She makes squeaking noises continually and rolls her eyes in a slow rhythmic way because it's the only part of her that she can move.

Ann sits down beside the struggling woman and croons to her, stroking her forehead and making
the cooing noises you make to a small child or
an animal. Rogo takes a step back. He's seeing something even worse than we do.

ROGO
Did you ever see Wild Strawberries? There's a line in there about: The
first duty of a physician is to ask forgiveness.

To his astonishment, he starts to cry. Suddenly, Ann is crying too.
                         
ANN
You son of a bitch!

He wipes his face with his hand and throws the tears away like they were sweat.
       
ROGO (softly)
Get me the charts.

He pulls the sheet off the woman on the bed. Her left breast looks like a bowl of rotted purple orchids. There are satellite growths radiating across her body. When they say malignant, they
mean malignant.

A hand thrusts into the frame holding the metal clipboard holding the chart. He ignores it.
                     
ROGO
Injectable Valium. 100 cc.
                      
 
ANN
We're out. I called you.
                      
ROGO
I got the number off the beeper. I figured I'd talk to you when I got
in. Get some Valium.

She thrusts the chart at him. He doesn't take it. She grabs his wrist and puts the chart into his hand.

ROGO (continuing)
Check the infirmary.
                      
ANN
I did. It's a prison. They dont have
ups or downs.
 
He puts down the chart, and strides out. POV follows him into the next room. He ransacks the cabinets. He finds a thing called MORPHILUDE. There are 4 vials. He fills a hypo and walks
back into the sick room. She looks at the box.

       ANN
Are you crazy? The use-by date is 1976.
What's that going to do?
                       
ROGO

 

 

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