cu of a bottle of dark fluid and a bottle of light fluid. treves mixes the two in a glass. we are in a small oddly shaped room off the attic ward.
closing the door, treves steps over the spilt breakfast and goes to the e.m.
mothershead goes right to the mess.
merrick's seated in a tin bathtub trying to hide his nakedness. mrs. mothershead pours the water in. she scrubs his back with obvious distaste, but does her job. months of filth and accumulated excrescence are turning the bath water a murky black. as mothershead scrubs, merrick slowly leans forward in the bath, closing his eyes, apparently oblivious to his surroundings.
treves and merrick are absorbed in their work. a knock comes at the door.
merrick is propped up in bed. suddenly the door bursts open. the night porter, an arm around a drunken giggling tart, stands in the doorway. as soon as the charwoman sees merrick, she screams as does merrick, and she wriggles free, making for the stairs. the night porter watches her go and then turns to merrick laughing noisily. he then pulls the door shut with a bang.
merrick's disguise hangs on the wall.
merrick is standing beside his disguise on its hook. he nervously smooths the cloak down, repositions the bible on the bedside table and smooths the cloak again. he looks at the door, expecting it to open. it doesn't. his hands smooths the cloak over and over again. voices can be heard outside the door.
a few minutes later. we hear voices inside the room.
merrick is on the bed, propped up by pillows. the door opens. treves comes in, shuts the door and leans against it. they look at each other for a moment.
merrick is in bed, very tired. it's been an exhausting day. suddenly the door opens and mothershead comes into the room. merrick looks up at her very apprehensively. she walks over to the bed, picks up the bible from the table, opens it and hands it to merrick.
merrick is in his bed as always. he holds the portrait of the beautiful woman, gazing at it longingly. he hears a door close far away in the silence of the hospital.
merrick sitting on his bed, hunched over in concentration reading an illustrated london news. he is staring at a picture of the eddystone lighthouse.