INT. HOSPITAL DELIVERY ROOM – DAY
Blurred light blue and white all around.
The doctor picks up the baby and slaps him, the baby starts crying (no audio).
I wish you could have been there to see this. Our daughter.
Julia looks at the baby, smiling, exhausted on the delivery bed. (no audio).
She receives the baby in her hands.
INT. CLAIRE’S OFFICE – DAY
Julia faces Claire , who’s taking notes, both in the center of the oak-colored walls, minimalist decorative style.
I don’t understand.
Why I can’t remember his name, his face…
Focus on what you can remember.
Julia nods positively, she focuses.
A shot of Julia’s arms caressing her boyfriend’s arms, both framed in a golden light.
His smell, his skin. His hands.
BACK IN CLAIRE’S OFFICE
Julia brings her hand to her forehead, looks distressed.
These things take time, Julia. You’ve been through a lot.
I wish I could remember…
You will. I promise.
Julia gets up from her chair.
Memories are lost for a reason Julia, I understand your concern but understand that your health comes first.
She walks to the window and looks down to the cars cruising the streets below.
Then she turns to Claire.
I think I’m ready to do it.
Listen, let’s take it one step at a time.
I’m fine, I promise.
/I can do this.
EXT. OUTSIDE JULIA’S HOUSE – DAY
Julia parks the car in the driveway and gets out, carrying LISA (0) in her arms.
As she walks to the door, she notices a woman watching her from the neighboring house.
The woman approaches Julia.
It’s you, isn’t it? I saw you on TV.
I didn’t know whether to approach you, it’s so terrible what happened to you.
Julia smiles faintly.
I hope that bastard rots in jail for what he did.
That’s the idea.
There’s an awkward silence between the two.
Lisa starts moaning.
We’d better go inside.
Listen, if you need anything…
Julia approaches the Neighbor again.
This may sound strange… my boyfriend… They say it’s because of the trauma. I can’t remember his name.
Oh… no, I’m sorry, I had only seen you.
You know how it is. Everyone in their own life in this neighborhood.
I understand, thanks.
Maybe your family?
No… we haven’t spoken in a while. Don’t worry.
Julia waves goodbye and enters the house.
Neighbor waves back and the door closes.
INT. JULIA’S LIVING ROOM – NIGHT
Julia sits on the couch with Lisa on her arms, feeding her milk from the bottle.
The room is partially illuminated by a lamp in the corner near the window.
A mechanical sound, Julia looks up at the window.
Where the lights of a car illuminate the curtains.
She drops the bottle.
Julia reaches out to pick up the bottle, while holding Lisa close to her chest.
She leaves the bottle on the coffee table, the same place from which she picks up the TV remote control.
The TV is on.
And how are you, beautiful.
The reporter on the TV comments on Harry Mason’s case.
…the police hasn’t been able to prove beyond a reasonable doubt Harry Mason’s culpability.
Julia looks at the TV.
How could he cut up the bodies with what has been described as surgical skill? where did he do it? are some of the questions that…
Julia turns off the TV.
She puts the remote control back on the table.
A creaking sound comes from the hallway.
Julia stays still, only the faint sounds of Lisa fill the room.
Towards the corridor, darkness.
Darkness that seems to form the silhouette of someone.
Standing there looking at Julia.
Julia stands up, with both hands she protects Lisa against her chest.
She tries to maintain her anger, her fortitude as she takes one step after another into the hallway.
Towards the silhouette in the middle of the darkness.
Each step she takes echoes off the wood.
One more step until she reaches the switch
The light in the hallway turns on.
There’s no one there.
Julia sighs with Lisa in her arms in the middle of the empty hallway.
INT. CLAIRE’S OFFICE – DAY
Julia enters, Claire greets her at the entrance.
Yeah… I’m fine.
They both walk to the armchairs in the center of the office.
Glad to hear it, sleeping well these past few days?
Oh, yes, don’t worry. I’ve been better.
Claire nods and signals the chair for Julia to sit.
They both sit facing each other.
As I explained before, when experiencing a traumatic event, it’s possible for a person to produce what are known as false memories.
And you think what I remember…
Exactly, that’s why I feel hypnosis can help us unlock the real ones.
I just want to help get that bastard convicted.
Well get to that, I promise.
Claire gets up from her seat, approaches Julia.
I’m going to ask you to relax, find a comfortable position on the seat.
Julia settles into the armchair.
Claire stops in front of her and raises her index finger.
Now, please keep your attention on the tip of my finger.
Julia fixes her eyes on Claire’s finger.
You’ll start to feel tired, your eyes will slowly close by the count of one, two and…
Cut to black:
…you are asleep.
Muffled distant sounds, like beatings.
Little by little a faint noise is heard.
Closer and closer.
They’re the screams of a woman.
The screams are heard louder and louder until…
HARD CUT TO:
INT. CLAIRE’S OFFICE – DAY
The screaming stops.
Julia opens her eyes, touches her face, tears have fallen from her eyes.
Claire is in front of her, paralyzed, frightened.
Claire doesn’t answer.
Claire, what happened?
Claire’s assistant enters the office, carrying Lisa, she approaches the TV.
You need to see this.
The assistant turns on the TV.
The image shows the police outside of jail, the graphics read “Harry Mason has disappeared from prison”.
Officer Brooks enters the office.
Excuse me Julia, I have orders to escort you home.
The assistant delivers Lisa to Julia.
Brooks takes Julia by the arm, helps her up.
I’m sorry Julia, I…
(being taken away)
What did I say?
Claire is in disbelief, she only looks to the floor.
Brooks doesn’t stop, he escorts Julia out of the office.
(to be continued…)