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gc #B-33594
NIGHT GALLERY
"LITTLE GIRL LOST"
FADE IN:
1 INT. CORRIDOR - COTTRELL - DAY 1
Charles Cottrell is a psychiatrist of about 40. His face has
a hint of pity as he stands looking through a one-way mirror
set into a wall of the bleak, echoing corridor.
COTTRELL
That's him.
2 BURKE AND COL. HAWES 2
standing beside Cottrell. Tom Burke is also about 40, and
dressed in civilian clothes while Col. Hawes, 50, is in full
uniform. They watch with Cottrell.
COL. HAWES
It's his mind.
BURKE
I can see.
COL HAWES
What we're asking won't be difficult.
3 COTTRELL 3
COTTRELL
Physically, that is.
4 FEATURING BURKE 4
Their eyes never waver from what they are seeing.
BURKE
When did it happen?
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COL. HAWES
Six months ago.
5 THEIR POINT OF VIEW - PROF. PUTMAN 5
Prof. Putman, 45, is seated on a plain wooden chair in a
green room devoid of any furniture. Very carefully he is
brushing and weaving into plaits the hair of a little girl.
He is alone in the room.
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CONTINUED
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5 CONTINUED 5
BURKE (v.o.)
How?
COTTRELL (v.o.)
Hit-run driver. The police never
found out who.
BURKE (v.o.)
And the mother?
COL. HAWES (v.o.)
Died in childbirth.
Prof. Putman is tying bows onto the braids.
BURKE (v.o.)
The little girl's name?
COTTRELL (v.o.)
Ginny.
Prof. Putman kisses the little girl on both cheeks, then
beams and commences a game of patty-cake.
COL. HAWES (v.o.)
Well, what's your reaction?
6 FEATURING BURKE 6
BURKE
Why me?
COL. HAWES
You've cleared security...and I'm
loathe to mention it, but our Prof.
Putman has a natural sympathy for
the afflicted.
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BURKE
(without rancor)
Meaning my aluminum leg, due to a
slight malfunction of the ejection
seat.
Col. Hawes averts his eyes, and at a nod from Cottrell, they
leave the viewing window and begin walking down the corridor.
Burke's limp is quite evident as they move slowly.
COTTRELL
It's important that he likes you.
He certainly doesn't like any of us
here.
CONTINUED
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6 CONTINUED 6
BURKE
I can't do anything if I don't know
why I'm doing it.
Burke is aware of the significant, tense glance passed from
Cottrell to Col. Hawes, who then speaks most carefully.
COL.HAWES
I wouldn't be exaggerating if I
said the future of this country
depends on the Professor. He was
working on...something...when his
little girl was killed.
COTTRELL
It destroyed him. He only began
to work again when he'd established
his delusion.
COL. HAWES
But he refuses to work here any
longer, and we can't keep him here
except as -- as what you've just
seen. We want his genius, and to
get it, we have to play things his
way.
BURKE
(anticipating)
Let him work where he likes and
when he likes.
COTTRELL
Exactly, but he has to be protected.
You're not only bodygaurd, but
friend.
COL. HAWES
You pass on his findings, and above
all, keep him happy.
When Burke stops they stop.
BURKE
Does he give any reason for wanting
to leave here?
COTTRELL
(nods, then)
He says it's no place to bring up
a young girl.
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CONTINUED
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