WITNESS by Earl W. Wallace William Kelley Pamela - Screenplay.com

Thank you.
Stoltzfus turns to Eli:
RACHEL
STOLTZFUS
Lapp, I'll have to speak with the diener
on this matter.
ELI
(nods)
As you see fit, Stoltzfus.
INT. SICKROOM – LAPS FARM – NIGHT
CUT TO:
As Rachel enters, turns up a kerosene lamp which is burning low at
bedside. She's carrying the poultice Stoltzfus ordered.
Book's brow is beaded with sweat.
Rachel seats herself next to the bed, strips away the sweat-soaked
sheet. Her eyes take in his bare torso, and we should get the
feeling that there's rather more male animal on display here just
now than she's quite comfortable with.
She begins to apply the poultice.
ANGLE
As Book rouses to semi-consciousness, in his delirium he recoils
with alarm.
RACHEL
It's all right! You have got to lie still.
Book stares up at her without recognition, but some of what she
says seems to penetrate. He quiets.
ANGLE
RACHEL
(continuing;
soothingly)
Yes, much better...
As Book lapses back into sleep. Rachel hasn't removed her hand
from his chest. Abruptly she does so.
She finds herself wondering about this man lying before her, so
suddenly a part of her life. she notices details; bruises, scars,
the knuckles are hard, grazed, a tattoo on one shoulder. While
lost in this reverie, the delirious Philadelphia policeman begins
to mutter. Incoherently at first, then the words take shape –
swear words; curses; fuck this and that; shit; etc. Rachel rises
abruptly, her cheeks coloring, as the barrage of language pours
from his mouth. She beats a hasty retreat closing the door swiftly
behind her.