Jean Coutu, the torturing dentist

So William Hurt is playing the role of a friendly pharmacist, in the daytime. Walking around in his white coat, all friendly, beaming. But I see him, in my camera-eye dream, going upstairs, in his white coat, into a room. There, three men in dentist chairs, in a variety of states. An assistant is cleaning the torture instruments. A dead body in the corner. I wake. Immy is screaming in the next room.