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Fourth Draft
2.1.2010
c 2009
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INT. DONNA'S APARTMENT

DONNA GUNN sits in a chair, fidgeting. She is dressed to
impress--and for someone with her looks, that's easy to do.
She's barely out of her teens, with a body that manages to
somehow look sultry and innocent at the same time. But right
now, she's not using her sex appeal. Instead, as the CREDITS
roll, she looks at her watch, looks at the door, stands up,
paces, looks at the door again, sits down, looks at her watch
again, and looks over at the clock to make sure her watch
still works. Then she looks at the door again.

The doorbell rings.

            DONNA:
      Come in!

She jumps to her feet again, but before she can get to it, the
door opens. DOCTOR KELLER stands framed in the doorway for a
long moment, staring down at Donna. Emphasis on "down"--he
towers over the young woman, his lined face and
salt-and-pepper hair giving him an air of stern paternal
authority that makes his charismatic gaze even more powerful.
Underneath his dark gray suit, he has the look of a stern
teacher, a judge and a high priest, all rolled into one.

            DOCTOR KELLER:
      Miss Gunn. The screen does not do
      you justice. May I come in?

            DONNA:
      I--thank you, Doctor Keller.
      Please, yes, come in! Sit down! I
      mean, feel free to sit down. If you
      want.

She sits back down, gesturing to a chair across from her.

            DONNA:
      I'm so glad you could come. When I
      sent my assistant to talk to you,
      she said--

Doctor Keller enters the room, closing the door behind him,
and sits down. Even seated, he has a significant height
advantage over her.

            DOCTOR KELLER:
      I apologize. I'm afraid I may have
      rather intimidated your young
      assistant. In truth, I found Miss
      Blake to be both charming and
      accommodating. She did her job
      well...as evidenced by the fact
      that I am here.

            DONNA:
      I wasn't sure--I mean, I know you
      said you would be, but she said
      that you didn't like the idea.

She looks down shyly.

            DONNA:
      I thought you might have changed
      your mind.

            DOCTOR KELLER:
      I will admit, I am of somewhat
      mixed feelings on the matter. On
      the one hand, I rather detest the
      character of Svengali, and the
      thought of yet another adaptation
      of that odious book irritates me to
      no end.

He gestures expansively. Donna looks up a bit, but she still
can't bring herself to meet his gaze directly.

            DOCTOR KELLER:
      Do you know how many people know
      nothing of hypnotism beyond the
      book 'Trilby'? Or, to be more
      precise, beyond their third-hand
      understanding of the events of the
      book, which they probably think is
      actually called 'Svengali' like you
      plan to call your film. Everyone
      seems to think that all hypnotists
      have some sort of sinister scheme
      to enslave the will of young women,
      thanks to that novel. du Maurier
      has practically ruined the
      reputation of my profession, and to
      actively participate in furthering
      the slander against it by helping,
      even indirectly, with another
      sensationalist film about a
      "sinister hypnotist"...it was
      highly tempting to refuse.

Donna looks up, frightened. Doctor Keller smiles crookedly,
his first smile since entering the room.

            DOCTOR KELLER:
      On the other hand, Miss Gunn, I
      confess that I am a tremendous fan
      of yours.

Donna relaxes visibly, breathing a sigh of relief. She smiles
back at him like a student who's just gotten a compliment from
a difficult-to-please teacher.

            DONNA:
      Oh, thank you! And please, call me
      Donna.

            DOCTOR KELLER:
      I would be delighted...Donna. Now,
      before we begin, I need to ask you
      a few questions.

Donna begins to tense up again.

            DOCTOR KELLER:
      Don't worry, Donna, this isn't a
      test. I simply need to know what
      you want to get out of our sessions
      together, and your time under
      hypnosis.

Donna bites her lip, her face a mask of uncertainty.

            DONNA:
      I...it's just, well, this is my
      first movie. They cast me
      because...

She laughs nervously.

            DONNA:
      To be honest, they cast me because
      I'm famous and my name sells
      tickets. That's not what they said,
      though. They told me they cast me
      because of my singing voice. But I
      don't want to be like Mariah Carey,
      one of those pop stars who does a
      movie and it turns out she should
      have stuck to music. I want to be
      good, really good. I want people to
      really believe I'm Trilby
      O'Ferrall, not Donna Gunn.

Doctor Keller's smile fades.

            DOCTOR KELLER:
      I'm afraid that you might have
      over-estimated my talents. I'm no
      sorcerer, Donna. I can't simply
      snap my fingers and make you
      believe you're a 19th-century
      Irishwoman--

            DONNA:
         (somewhat assertive for
         the first time)
      And I wouldn't want you to. As I
      said, I want to prove that it
      wasn't a mistake to cast me. I want
      to show people that I can really
      act. If it's you hypnotizing me,
      then it'd feel...empty, somehow, if
      I did a good job. Like it wasn't me
      at all.

Doctor Keller reaches out and rests a hand on her shoulder.

            DOCTOR KELLER:
      Oh, my dear Donna. That simply
      isn't true at all. You've been
      reading that dreadful book, haven't
      you? Imagining yourself waking up a
      few months from now, not even
      remembering yourself in front of
      the camera? Or perhaps walking down
      the red carpet to the premiere,
      still wondering what the film is
      like?

She looks down again, blushing. After a moment, she nods.

            DOCTOR KELLER:
      It doesn't work that way at all, my
      dear. Hypnosis only does what you
      want it to do. I can use my talents
      to guide your subconscious and help
      you achieve a greater control over
      your conscious mind, but in the
      end, it all comes from you, not me.
      Do you understand?

Donna looks up at him. She nods again.

            DOCTOR KELLER:
      Excellent. So what do you want to
      achieve through hypnosis, Donna?
      Why did you ask me to come here
      today?

            DONNA:
      I really just wanted to feel what
      it was like to be hypnotized, to be
      honest. Trilby gets hypnotized a
      lot in the script, and I thought
      that it would really help me get
      into the role if I knew what that
      was like.
            (laughs)
      If nothing else, it'll give me some
      good stories for the press junket.

Doctor Keller stands abruptly, his face an icy mask.

            DOCTOR KELLER:
      I must say, Miss Gunn, that I
      deeply resent the suggestion that
      my presence here is a mere
      publicity stunt. As I have already
      mentioned, I detest the popular
      image this film promotes, and have
      no wish for my talents to be used
      in service to furthering that
      image. If you cannot understand
      that, then I believe we have
      nothing further to discuss. Good
      day to you, madam.

He turns with icy precision, and begins to walk rapidly
towards the door.

            DONNA:
      No, wait!

She stands as well, hurrying to follow him.

            DONNA:
      Really, I'm very sorry, I didn't
      mean to offend you! I promise, I
      won't say a word about you to
      anyone if you don't want me to, not
      one word!

Doctor Keller halts, but does not turn around. Donna starts to
reach out, then freezes where she stands, not daring to move.

            DOCTOR KELLER:
      Interesting.

Donna stares at him, but he continues to face away from her.

            DOCTOR KELLER:
      There are hundreds, perhaps
      thousands of hypnotists in the Los
      Angeles area. You are famous,
      wealthy...you could have your pick.
      Yet you have courted me, you
      anxiously awaited my presence, and
      now you practically beg me to stay
      when I make demands on you. Why do
      you think that is, Donna?

            DONNA:
      I...I've looked at some of those
      other hypnotists. Lots of them!
      They're not right for me. I don't
      know how I know, but I do. They
      won't help me the way you will.
      Please, Doctor Keller. You're the
      only one who can give me...

She trails off, an anguished expression on her face.

            DOCTOR KELLER:
      Give you what, Donna?

            DONNA:
      I don't know!

He turns around swiftly, locking eyes with her. If his gaze
was charismatic before, it's positively magnetic now. His eyes
blaze with hypnotic power.

            DOCTOR KELLER:
      But I do, Donna. Your subconscious
      does too, even if it wasn't ready
      to let your conscious mind know
      before now. You don't just want to
      know what it feels like to be
      hypnotized, you want to know what
      it feels like to be Trilby
      O'Farrall. You want to know--really
      know, not just imagine--what it
      feels like to be completely in the
      power of another. You want to feel
      what she feels, when she surrenders
      her mind completely to Svengali.
      That's why you chose me, Donna. You
      looked at me and saw Svengali.
      Isn't that it?

Donna stares into his eyes, a frightened expression on her
face. She shakes her head wildly, but her eyes stay locked on
his.

            DONNA:
      No, I...I didn't mean to...

Doctor Keller takes a step forward, forcing her to look up at
an even steeper angle to meet his gaze.

            DOCTOR KELLER:
      But you did, Donna. There are no
      accidents to the subconscious mind.
      You looked at me and thought that I
      looked exactly like the "sinister
      hypnotist" you've been imagining
      ever since you read that script.
      Didn't you?

Donna looks at him, unblinking, like a rabbit in the
headlights.

            DONNA:
      I'm sorry...

            DOCTOR KELLER
         (icily)
      Didn't you?

            DONNA:
      ...yes.

Doctor Keller frowns, but not in anger. His expression is one
of stern, undeniable authority.

            DOCTOR KELLER:
      That is what you want, Donna. You
      couldn't admit it before, because
      you didn't know it before, but now
      you feel the truth of it. You want
      me to be your Svengali. You want to
      give yourself to me. That is why
      you asked me to come here, because
      deep down, you knew that you needed
      to learn what it felt like to
      surrender your mind and will
      completely to me in order to be
      able to portray it on film. Nothing
      else will convince an audience,
      Donna. Only when you have
      experienced complete hypnotic
      submission can you show others what
      it feels like. Doesn't that make

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