INT. JOE’S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Joe comes out of the bedroom, pistol in hand.
Mary Anne is upright, kneeling on the couch, gripping a pillow tightly in her hands like she’s strangling it. Joe watches her writhe, seeming to fight with herself as she straightens, still kneeling on the couch.
She pantomimes holding a gun against the pillow and says in a husky voice:
I told you shut the fuck up, bitch.
She shoves the pillow into her crotch, grinding against it as she tilts her head back.
What the hell are you doing?
She seems to jolt out of it for a second, Joe sees tears pouring down her face. He moves to put a hand on her shoulder.
Hey, hey, hey - Mary Anne? Mary Anne! Wake up! You’re dreaming!
He touches her shoulder and she recoils like she was prodded.
She twists around to see Joe, but from her perspective, he’s another man in silhouette holding a gun and reaching for her.
She screams a primal terror, reeling backwards off the couch and sprawling across the floor. Joe freezes, panicked.
Still separating vision from reality, she flops into a crawl and makes it down the hall to the other bathroom. Leaning into the door frame, she’s able to pull herself into a standing position.
Mary Anne? Can you hear me?
I hear you -
She starts trembling in fear, tears streaming down her face.
Do you know where you are -
I hear all of them. Screaming, laughing - Oh god, I feel it... I can feel what they’re doing and they like it! They like it - oh, god, I’m gonna -
She reels into the bathroom and Joe can hear that she’s vomiting.
He rushes to the door and looks in.
OVER JOE’S SHOULDER looking into the bathroom, Mary Anne pulls her hair from one side of her face, her head hovering over the bowl.
She rests her head in her free hand, rubbing her forehead, maintaining her aim over the bowl, fighting the vertigo.
Do you know where you are, Mary Anne?
Uh, yeah, I’m puking my guts out into your toilet bowl! Just give me a min-huuuh -
She pukes again, only not so much this time.
Joe leaves her to it.
She catches her breath, wiping her mouth with her hand. That’s when she notices the blood coming from her nose.
MARY ANNE (CONT’D)
Oh, god, not again...
Noticing Joe is gone, she grabs toilet paper and quick wipes her face, dropping the tissues into the toilet and flushing, just as he comes back with a glass of water for her.
She wipes her mouth, but she also tries to catch the blood without him noticing. Of course, it’s impossible.