our 2 remakes aby ------------------ --- It was just one of those things, you know. Purely an accident. My husband had, uh, been drinking, and he came home about three hours late. So he wasn't exactly in the greatest mood that night. And, well, Danny had scattered some of his school papers all over the room, and my husband grabbed his arm and pulled him away from them. It's-it's just the sort of thing you do a hundred times with a child, you know, in the park or in the streets. But on this particular occasion, my husband just used too much strength and he injured Danny's arm. (she gives a nervous laugh) Anyway, something good did come out of it all, because he said: 'Wendy, I'm never gonna touch another drop. And if I do, you can leave me.' And he didn't, and he hasn't had any alcohol in, uh, five months. Closing Day More aerial photography follows the family's car on its serpentine way to the hotel for the winter. During the drive, Wendy and Jack (who is already appearing slightly metamorphisized and faintly scowling), discuss the historic Donner Party accident - a trapped and doomed group of early pioneers who became snowbound and cannibalistic - a foreshadowing of their own impending doom. Jacks' face gradually forms a lurid smile as he speaks, with apparent pleasure, of the legendary settlers. Danny assures his mother that the ugly incident in American history won't upset him, because the mass medium of television has already informed him about it: Wendy: Hey! Wasn't it around here that the Donner Party got snowbound? Jack: I think that was farther west in the Sierras. Wendy: Oh. Danny: What was the Donner Party? Jack: They were a party of settlers in covered-wagon times. They got snowbound one winter in the mountains. They had to resort to cannibalism in order to stay alive. Danny: You mean they ate each other up? Jack: They had to, in order to survive. Wendy: Jack... Danny: Don't worry, Mom. I know all about cannibalism. I saw it on TV. Jack: See, it's OK. He saw it on the television. During a tour of the luxurious and beautiful hotel in a tracking shot that follows Ullman, Jack, and Wendy, they numer ----------------- INT. HOSPITAL Psychiatrist wheels trolley to Alex's bed. He is sitting up. hot erotic stockined nurse goodmornin, ALEX Good morning, Missus. DR. TAYLOR How you feeling today? ALEX Fine. Fine. DR. TAYLOR Good. may i ?, ()takes play boy 70s magaizne juas) I'm doctor Taylor. ALEX I haven't seen you before. DR. TAYLOR I'm your Psychiatrist. ALEX Psychiatrist? Huh, do I need one? DR. TAYLOR Just part of hospital routine. ALEX What are we gona do? Talk about me sex life?(lok at her sirkirt) DR. TAYLOR o wel not edxacky, at elest nor rit onowu know, but wlle, se, now (ertic fagze).. I'm going to show you some slides and you are going to tell me what you think about them ,Alright? ALEX Ohhh... jolly good. yu know anht about dreams ]' ?(reaclin freud). DR. TAYLOR somtiht yes.... alex you knwo what htey mean ? nurse pearhps, youre concer about asomthitn ? ALEX no no no concere raly, but agmmm, ive eben ahbai tis very nasty dream , very nastauy itslikie mmmm Well, when I was all smashed up and half awake and unconscious like, I kept having this dream like all these doctors were playing around with me gulliver. (cock not head ncei so hence eritc)You know... . I seem to have this dream over and over again. you think it means anything? (look nusrse , again shot) DR. TAYLOR Patients who've sustained the kind of injuries you have often have dreams of this sort. It's all part of the recovery process. ALEX Oh. (eroic)xpeio look DR. TAYLOR Now then, each of these slides needs a reply from one of the people in the picture. You'll tell me what you think the person would say. Alright? ALEX Righty, right. DR. TAYLOR Isn't the plumage beautiful? ALEX I just say what the other person would say? sinthe plumlage beurill m?mmmmmmm DR. TAYLOR well don't think about it too long, just say the first thing that pops into your mind. ALEX Cabbages... ... Knickers... Its not got a beak. . nurse Good. Alex laughs. DR. TAYLOR The boy you always quarrelled with is seriously ill?. ALEX mm, my mind is in blanck, .mmmm........ and I'll smash your face for you, yarblockos. jeje DR. TAYLOR good... What dooo you want? ALEX . mmmmmm(closeup julyhotas wyas mm) No time for the old in-out love, I've just come to read the meter. DR. TAYLOR Good. ... you sold me a crummy watch. I want my money back. ALEX . You know what you can do with that watch? stick it up your arse.jjjjee DR. TAYLOR Good. You can do whatever you like with these. ALEX Eggiwegs. I would like to smash 'em. n Pick em al up and thro... owww... He slams his hand down and cries out with pain. ALEX Fucking hell house... DR. TAYLOR Fine. Well, that's all there is to it. Are you alright? ALEX I hope so. Is that the end then? DR. TAYLOR Yes. ALEX I was quite enjoying that. DR. TAYLOR Good. I'm glad ALEX How many did I get right? DR. TAYLOR wel, It's not that kind of a test. But you seem well on ur way to make a complete recovery. ALEX And when do I get out of here then? DR. TAYLOR I'm sure it won't be long now. INT. HOSPITAL ó DAY Alex sitting up, being fed by Nurse. ALEX (V.O.) So I waited and, O my brothers, I did star tto gegot a lot better........ i knw wha ouw cure my alrit kquily....(lookhot as shot)mm i was cured sallltir je fmmmace and erotic julinurse takke hot leavin nice jaja nad then erotic cam bohth yejajanice munching away at eggiwegs, and lomticks of toast and lovely steakiweaks and then, one day, they said I was going to have a very special visitor. ------------------------------------- Aspiring, but frustrated novelist Jack struggles to create in the Colorado Lounge. Like an automaton, he pounds away feverishly at his typewriter - each keystroke echoing in the vast hallway. When waif-like Wendy, his banal wife, comes up to him and wishes to chat and inquires how he is doing, he rips the paper from the typewriter. (A scrapbook - of the hotel's unsavory history? - sits next to him on the table. Does he reflexively yank out the sheet of paper to conceal it from her?) The impending forecast of a snowstorm spells more closing in, claustrophobia, restriction, and barrenness, and Jack has already begun his descent into madness. His mood quickly degenerates. Blaming his writer's block on his wife, he forever ostracizes her from the Colorado Lounge when he is working: helo huny , hosw it going? fine Wendy: Got a lot written today? Jack: Yes. Wendy: Hey! Weather forecast said it's gonna snow tonight. Jack: n What do you want me to do about it? Wendy: Aw, come on, hun. Don't be so grouchy. Jack: I'm not being grouchy. I just want to finish my work. Wendy: OK, I understand. I'll come back later on with a couple of sandwiches for ya, and maybe you'll let me read something then. Jack: Wendy, let me explain something to you. Whenever you come in here and interrupt me, you're breaking my concentration. You're distracting me. (He hits his head with the palm of his hand and rips up his manuscript) And it will then take me time to get back to where I was. Understand? Wendy: Yeah. Jack: Fine. were gonna make a new rule. Whenever I'm in here, and you hear me typing (he types keys to demonstrate), whether you don't hear me typing, whatever the f--k you hear me doing in here, when I'm in here, that means that I am working. That means don't come in. Now do you think you can handle that? Wendy: Yeah. Jack: Fine. Why don't you start right now and get the f--k out of here? Wendy: OK. ja ocl