"REQUIEM FOR A DREAM" (2000)

REQUIEM FOR A DREAM

Screenplay by

Hubert Selby, Jr. and Darren Aronofsky

Based on the novel by Hubert Selby, Jr.

Shooting Script, 2000

FADE IN:

1 ON THE TV - 1

is Tappy Tibbons, America’s favorite television personality.

His charismatic personality shines for the entire world to see.

His audience cheers wildly.

Juice by Tappy! ooooOOOOH! Tappy’s got juice! Tappy’s got juice! ooooOOOOH Tappy!

Suddenly, the plug is pulled. The TV flickers off and we -

THE PRESENTATION TITLES, THEN -

Harry Goldfarb, young twenties, is an eccentric kid with a seductive smile.

He tries to stop his mother, Sara Goldfarb, from locking herself in the closet.

She slams the door closed and Harry talks to the shut door.

No answer.

Harry walks across the room to the early eighties TV with ridiculous rabbit ears.

Sara locks the door and retreats to the back of the closet.

Harry starts to push the set on its stand when suddenly it jerks - almost falling. Harry spies a thick bicycle chain going from around the TV to the radiator.

Harry marches to the closet.

Then, a thin key slowly peeks out from under the closet door.

Harry works it out with his fingernail and yanks it up.

And then, meekly from the closet -

Sara shakes her head in the darkness.

Harry tries to open the locked closet door but can’t.

Harry walks to the TV, unlocks the chain and starts to wheel the TV towards the front door. He pauses by the closet.

No response. Inside, Sara hugs her knees.

Then, he throws up his hands, mumbles -

And pushes the set carefully out of the apartment.

In the closet, Sara hears the door shut. She mumbles to herself -

BLACK -

- AND THE TITLE: ’REQUIEM FOR A DREAM’

TITLES BEGIN -

Waiting for Harry is Tyrone C. Love, young twenties, leaning against the wall, playing skillfully with a yo-yo.

Taking his time, Tyrone helps Harry wheel the set to the dingy elevator.

Lining the front of the building in beach chairs are ten female Yentas absorbing the sun and passing judgement on Harry.

Harry says hello and is greeted by a chorus of fake, sarcastic ’hellos’ in return.

Harry and Tyrone carefully navigate the TV through the streets of the old Brooklyn neighborhood.

They go under the elevated train, past the giant, dying projects, across the boardwalk, beneath the shadows of the towering parachute jump and through the cracking and boarded- up amusement park.

THE TITLES END.

ON THE SCREEN IN WHITE LETTERS: ’SUMMER’

Old and squat Mr. Rabinowitz shakes his head as Harry and Tyrone push the set into his store.

He stands behind a cage of bulletproof glass with all of the pawn shop’s possessions.

Harry chuckles.

The pawn shop owner clucks his tongue and slowly counts out the money.

7 QUICK HIP-HOP MONTAGE: 7

Lighter flicks-liquid on spoon sizzles-tourniquet snaps- needle sucks-hand slaps vein-a thunderous rush of liquid-and finally an ecstatic sigh.

Tyrone’s pad is run down but it’ll do. Tight on Harry back- spinning a record on the turntable and halting the beat.

Then he lets the other turntable spin and start a new tune.

Harry calmly watches the record spin.

Tyrone and Harry sit at the counter of an all-night donut shop, sipping hot chocolate and eating chocolate Crullers.

Just then, a hulking Cop sits down on the stool next to Harry.

Tyrone and Harry both fall silent and slowly sip their hot chocolates.

Harry looks down at the Cop’s gun. It’s maybe six inches from his hand.

Slowly, he reaches over and undoes the safety latch on the Cop’s holster.

Tyrone’s eyes fill with fear.

The Waitress comes over and gives the Cop his office.

Just then, Harry yanks the gun out of the holster. The Cop spins around. Harry retreats -

Harry smiles as the Cop charges. Tyrone snickers. Then Harry tosses the gun over the Cop’s head. Tyrone catches it.

The Cop chases Tyrone.

Harry and Tyrone laugh as they toss the gun back and forth just over the frustrated Cop’s head.

The Cop slips and falls on his ass and we -

10 REALITY. FIVE MINUTES EARLIER - 10

Tyrone butts Harry. Harry looks up at the Waitress who stares at him. The towering Cop looks over as well.

The Cop returns to his donut.

Mr Rabinowitz shakes his head as Sara enters. He pulls out a ledger book that is labeled ’Sara Goldfarb’s TV’.

Sara pulls a crinkled ten dollar bill out of the corner of her blouse and hands it to Mr Rabinowitz.

Sara shrugs.

Sara chains the TV to the radiator again. She turns on the set, adjusts the rabbit ears and watches whatever is on.

Sara smiles as she settles into her chair. She cermoniously removes the plastic wrapper from around a box of chocolates.

Immediately, she pulls out a chocolate, covered cream and lets it dissolve in her mouth. Her eyes shut in gentle ecstasy.

Looking straight up at the thirty-storey building with sharp eyes is Marion. She is beautiful, fresh, and in her young twenties.

Harry, with a stack of newspapers under his arm, comes up from behind and kisses her on the neck.

SEACOAST TOWER’S FOYER Harry randomly presses one of countless buzzers. An Old Lady responds a moment later.

Harry mumbles into the speaker. He and Marion try to hold their laughter.

Harry mumbles again. When the buzzer rings we’re on -

14 THE ELEVATOR 14

- in black-and-white video. A security camera watches Harry and Marion jump around as they head to the -

15 TOP FLOOR 15

PING! Harry dips his head out the open doors.

All clear. He grabs Marion and they dash to the -

16 STAIRWELL 16

- where red, bold warnings on the emergency exit roof door threaten alarm if the door is opened.

Harry pulls out a wire from his back pocket and shorts the alarm.

Then, he kicks the roof door open. White light rushes in.

Her phone rrrings and Sara leans towards it but she continues to adjust the rabbit ears on her set, torn between the priorty of the two activities.

Finally, four rings later, she lunges for the phone and flops down in her viewing chair. She is greeted by a Cheery Voice.

The voice is so enthusiastic that she looks over to the TV to see if it’s coming from there.

Sara’s eyes light up.

Sara falls against the back of the viewing chair, one hand clutches desperately at the phone, the other on top of her dress. Her eyes bulge, her mouth hangs open.

Click! Sara tries to catch her breath. She awakens from her ecstasy when the phone beeps its off-the-hook sound.

Sara picks up a framed photo. The picture was taken on Harry’s high school graduation day years ago. Harry, in the middle, is an eighteen-year-old in cap and gown. Sara’s husband Seymour hovers over Harry’s left shoulder.

On Harry’s right is a younger-looking Sara. She is thirty pounds lighter, has brilliant red hair and wears a red dress and gold shoes. Sara stares at her outfit.

Then she rushes to the closet. As she hums a tuneless monotone, she carefully pulls out the last dress on the hook.

She ceremoniously removes the dry-cleaning plastic and smiles at her red dress.

She puts it on. In the mirror she looks over one shoulder and then the other. She tries to zip up the back, but after half an inch and many minutes of exertion she gives up.

On her hands and knees, she searches through mounds of shoes for the special pair. She pulls out the gold shoes and dusts them off. Shakily, Sara puts them on. She smiles at herself in the mirror.

Harry and Marion throw paper airplanes down on the dying amusement park.

Harry shrugs - no big deal.

A deserved kiss.

Sara, barely wearing her red dress, knocks on a door. Ada, an orange-haired woman Sara’s age, answers the door.

Ada tries to stuff Sara into her red dress but it ain’t happening.

Marion grabs Harry’s short-circuit wire. Harry, who’s already inside, looks at his girl’s mischievous eyes.

Harry gets it. He smiles. Then, Marion yanks the wire.

ALARMS SCREAM!!!

Harry and Marion bolt to the -

23 TOP FLOOR 23

- where both elevators charge the top floor.

Harry grabs Marion’s hand and pulls her down the hallway.

Dead end.

Harry and Marion squeeze against the doorway -- fighting the urge to crack-up. Then:

PING! -- the elevator. A Security Guard charges out.

Harry and Marion hold their breath. The Guard heads straight for the staircase.

Then our criminals charge --

24 THE ELEVATOR 24

-- and in black-and-white video make out all the way down.

THEN:

Harry and Marion burst out of the front door laughing, alarms ringing behind them.

The mailbox opens and Sara disappointedly peers into the empty darkness.

Sara sits in her viewing chair watching television and reading her diet book as she slides herself a chocolate.

The diet book is called ’Ten Pounds in Ten Days.’

She flips through about a hundred pages of introduction until she comes to the words, ’FIRST WEEK.’

She stares at the page and suddenly she becomes concerned.

She reaches for a chocolate-covered caramel as we read the page with her:

BREAKFAST

1 hard-boiled egg 1/2 grapefruit 1 cup black coffee (no sugar)

LUNCH

1 hard-boiled egg 1/2 grapefruit 1/2 cup lettuce (no dressing) Cup Black coffee (no sugar)

DINNER

1 hard-boiled egg 1/2 grapefruit 1 cup black coffee (no sugar)

NOTE: Drink at least 2 quarts of water each day.

Sara stares and chews Her eyes focus on the words, ’no’ ’1,’ and ’1/2’. They focus on the repetition of meals. They focus on the insanity, searching for the real information between the lines.

She hears a giggle and turns to look at the refrigerator.

The fridge tremors slightly -- a small mechanical rattle.

Defeated, she drops the book and reaches for another chocolate. Her head starts to hang and tears begin to well up in her eyes.

But then she notices something on the television.

There she is! Herself dressed in red, her hair gorgeous red, walking across the screen, so slim, so trim, so sexy.

Such curves. This is Red Sara.

Our Sara’s tears fade as her chin lifts and she begins to smile.

She watches Red Sara pose for the television audience. She can hear the applause and the wolf whistles.

She puts the chocolates away and lifts up the book -- new hope.

Bright, summer sun shoots through the window and screams across Marion’s living room floor until it slows and falls upon Harry and Marion.

They are asleep, fully dressed in each other’s arms.

The racing sounds of the outside midday summer traffic dissipate and they are alone in a vacuum of melodious heartbeats and deep breaths.

Ada strips Sara’s hair with a smelly home-made peroxide concoction at the sink. They’re positioned so that they can both watch the TV set from the corners of their eyes.

They chuckle.

Bigger laugh.

Marion straightens up the kitchen. Harry is spinning some records on his portable turntable. Tyrone plays with his yo- yo.

Marion pulls out three pills. Harry and Tyrone each grab one. Ingestion...

WIDE SHOT of the kitchen in time lapse. The next three- minute scene is actually a three-hour event as Harry, Marion and Tyrone hang out. We listen to them at normal, if not slightly slowed down, speed.

In the flash of an eye, Harry changes record after record, Tyrone rolls a joint and Marion lights some candles.

Someone is at the door. Marion answers it and seven friends pile in.

Everyone is in time lapse and everyone is partying. We watch and listen to the evening’s festivities until --

Suddenly, the racing kitchen clock stops.

Sara stares in the mirror, blinking at her ridiculously orange hair. It’s nowhere near red.

Ada looks at Sara’s hair, then her reflection, then back to Sara’s hair and then back to her reflection. She purses her lips and shrugs.

Ada leads Sara away from the mirror.

(Post-sex) + (pre-sleep) = (intimate talk)

Harry drifts off. Marion’s interest is sparked.

Harry looks at Marion. A beat. Then he gets the courage.

He jumps out of bed.

He pulls Marion. She laughs:

Harry in a shirt stands over Marion who’s wrapped in a sheet.

They lean over a folder on the kitchen table.

A pause. Marion thinks.

A laugh. And then they hug and kiss gently.

Harry pulls his face back a few inches from Marion’s.

TIGHT SHOTS and QUICK CUTS as Harry kisses the tip of Marion’s nose, then her eyelids, then her cheeks and her soft lips, her chin, her neck and lastly her ear lobes.

Then he whispers in her ear:

FADE TO BLINDING WHITE -- THEN:

We pull out of the white and into Sara’s mailbox. She peeks in -- empty.

TIGHT ON kitchen clock ticking normally.

ON Sara’s breakfast -- one hard-boiled egg, half a grapefruit and a mug of black coffee.

ON the directions in Sara’s diet book.

ON Sara -- blinking at her ’meal’, a sigh.

We watch as she tries to enjoy her breakfast.

After the food is gone she fills a glass of water. As she sips it, she notices her hand reaching for something -- something more to eat.

TIGHT ON the kitchen clock ticking real slow. Her Timex the same.

We see her eyes, her lips, her twitching fingers.

A quick glimpse at the fridge. She grabs her stomach and says to it:

Marion throws some cold water on her face. She looks at her naked body in the mirror. She feels lifeless, drab and dead.

QUICK CUTS: Tinfoil crinkles, powder sprinkles, lighter flicks, smoke drifts, straw sucks, a pleasure sigh...

Once again, Marion looks in the mirror.

Now she looks alive and glorious. Rays of golden light encase her body in a gentle glow.

She cups her hands under her breasts and smiles as she turns and poses, admiring their size and firmness.

’Not bad,’ she thinks.

Nothing.

Sara tries to watch TV but the fridge beckons her.

TIGHT ON the kitchen clock, slowly, slowly ticking.

The fridge shudders. Frustrated, Sara grabs her folding chair and heads out.

The outside of the building is lined with the old Yentas sitting in beach chairs catching the sun. A few have reflectors and stare up at the sun.

Sara exits her building and lets the sun hit her hair. Her friend Rae says something first.

YENTA #1 Cottage cheese and lettuce?

Now, old Mrs. Scarlini pipes up.

YENTA #1 Like that?

YENTA #1 So what’s so good about that? You mean I’m sitting here not thinking about chopped liver and pastrami on rye?

YENTA #2 Herring.

YENTA #1 Herring?

YENTA #2 Yeah, herring. In sour cream. (MORE)

YENTA #2 (CONT'D) When the sun goes behind the building I’m having a nosh.

Just then, the Mailman arrives. Sara picks up her chair and follows him into the building. Ada, Rae and the other Yentas follow Sara.

He hands her a thick manila envelope.

The Yentas follow Sara into the apartment. Yenta #2 flips on the TV, someone else starts a pot of coffee.

YENTA #1 Open it, open it.

Sara carefully opens the envelope. She takes out a questionnaire.

The other women murmur their excitement, too. Ada takes the application from Sara and places it on the table.

Sara, a bit nervous, sits down. Ada gives her a pencil and leans over her shoulder. The Yentas crowd around.

The Yentas laugh as Sara carefully prints her name.

Sara fills out question after question until:

She fills it in.

A big laugh.

A bigger laugh.

The biggest.

Sara holds the paper against her chest and says a short prayer. The Yentas respect her silence.

Then she carefully folds it and places it in the self- addressed envelope.

She seals it and holds the flap down for many seconds.

Then she puts it on her chair and sits on it, just to make sure it’s sealed.

Next she tosses her head and shoulders at the refrigerator and says to it:

Sara marches out of the building waving the envelope. The Yentas follow their friend. Victorious, they march to the mailbox.

YENTA #1 I wonder when you’ll hear?

The ladies laugh as they follow their hero, their savior, their victor. Suddenly, the envelope begins to glow. It glows a brilliant white.

At the mailbox Sara kisses the envelope and drops it in the mail slot. She closes the lid and then opens it to make sure it has dropped into the box.

And then the ladies huddle around Sara as the blue mailbox begins to radiate and bathe them in a cool blue light. The Yentas ’ooooh’ and ’ahhh’.

Tyrone is on the phone with Brody’s Henchman. Harry sits at the table counting twenties into a small, neat pile.

Tyrone hangs up.

Tyrone takes the money and slaps Harry five. Exit Tyrone.

Harry spins some vinyl, rolls a joint, sparks it and takes a few pokes. He starts grooving with the music as his nervousness dissolves.

Then something is off and Harry feels it. He stops the turntable.

Suddenly, it’s a sunny day in Tyrone’s bedroom. The back wall is gone and stretching into the sea is --

43 THE CONEY ISLAND PIER 43

Now, strolling with a baby carriage is a woman in a red dress. It’s Marion.

Harry watches her from Tyrone’s apartment.

He calls for her but she keeps going. He chases after her.

He’s trying to get a glimpse into the carriage. Finally, Marion hears him and she spins around. She smiles and waves.

She reaches into the carriage to pick something up. Harry is almost with her. He keeps running.

And just as he’s about to get a peek, he stops. He hears a key in a lock.

He spins round and we --

Tyrone enters the room with a big-ass, shit-eatin’ grin on his face.

He drops a little package on the table.

Harry snaps out of it and he looks at the package.

Palms slap, then: flick, sizzle, snap, suck, slap, rush, sigh...

And: flick, sizzle, snap, suck, slap, rush, sigh...

Tyrone and Harry look at each other with flush faces and hanging heads.

They grin at each other.

Then they laugh and laugh and laugh.

Marion sits in front of the Wonder Wheel watching the summer crowd play.

She unpacks the shopping bag next to her. She pulls out some sketch pads, pencils, charcoal and a sharpener.

She stares at the blank page. A moment later, she begins to sketch.

Sara sits in her chair trying to watch TV.

But she can’t concentrate. The kitchen clock ticks terribly slowly. So does her Timex.

Everywhere she looks in the room steaming hot food appears.

Over there, by her plants, is a bacon doublecheese burger.

Then over there, by the lamp, is a chocolate-covered eclair.

She grabs a glass of water and downs it.

She turns to the fridge. It shudders at her. She screams at it:

Suddenly the fridge door becomes transparent. She can see all the produce in her stuffed fridge beckoning her.

She turns away and goes into --

47 THE BEDROOM 47

She flips off the light and tries to sleep.

She closes her eyes but they pop open. Then slowly her beige ceiling disappears and turns into a clear blue sky with puffy, white clouds. Then it dissolves into a sizzling, juicy pizza- pie.

Sara twists and turns. Then the pie turns into a chocolate- covered cherry. Then it becomes a bagel smothered with lox, onions and crowned with a healthy slice of tomato.

There’s no hope. Sara sits up in her bed and reaches for the phone. She dials.

on Harry looking hollow.

Marion is dressing herself up in front of the mirror. She looks like a million bucks in a chic black dress. She carefully applies her lipstick.

Marion turns and touches Harry’s face tenderly.

Harry tries not to sulk, but his chin dips. Then Marion chuckles but Harry doesn’t respond. Suddenly, she hugs him and squeals with absolute glee.

Harry half-heartedly tries to push her away but Marion doesn’t let him.

She lifts his hands and puts them on her shoulders as she snuggles deeper into him. Then she starts kissing him on the ears, eyelids and neck and soon he starts to giggle.

They laugh as they tickle each other and cover each other in kisses.

A fancy French pretension -- two plates of frogs’ legs, two glasses of Cinzano with twists, and a stunning Marion with a dumpy Arnold the Shrink.

Arnold leans in. Then she fucks with him. She tells him he’s got something on his face when he doesn’t. She tortures him until all she can do is laugh.

Sodium streetlight pops as Tyrone cold lamps by a beat-up bodega.

A black hand slaps Tyrone money. The money slides into his pocket. Tyrone’s eyes swish left then right. He slips something out from behind the tire of a parked car. And slaps a bag of white powder back.

Pop, slap, slide, swish, slip, slap! Again. And again.

And again.

Neon crackle as Harry chills outside an OTB.

A white hand slaps Harry money. The money slips into his pocket. Harry’s eyes swish right then left. He clinks something out of a trash can. And he slaps a bag of white powder back.

Crackle, slap, slip, swish, clink, slap! Again. And again.

And again.

Harry spins Marion around.

Marion takes out her sketchbook. She shows him her sketches.

Harry and Marion lean into each other, suddenly hugging each other, kissing, dreaming and believing.

A Skinny Nurse weight and measures Sara

They both laugh. The Nurse takes Sara’s blood pressure.

The Nurse laughs again.

The nurse smiles and leaves.

A moment later, Doctor Pill enters. He looks at the chart the Nurse filled out and then he smiles at Sara.

54 HIP-HOP MINI-MONTAGE 54

TIGHTS of dope being cut, plastic bags being filled, Tyrone and Harry dealing, Marion sketching and sewing, Harry and Marion kissing, Harry spinning tunes, flick, sizzle, snap, suck, slap, rush, sigh and crinkle, sprinkle, flick, drift, suck, sigh...

Harry and Tyrone neatly stuff a shoe box full of money.

They put a rubber band around the box and hide it in the back of the closet.

Harry gives Tyrone five, Tyrone gives Harry five.

In photographs, a straight Real Estate Agent shows Harry and Marion around the empty store.

57 OUTSIDE 57

The Agent snaps a photo of the lovers in front of the store.

On the table in front of her are four bottles of pills and the instructions.

She pops a purple: a pill cap pops off, pill hits hand, mouth gulps, pill cap snaps on.

Then she heads to the fridge and makes herself a smoked fish and cream cheese sandwich on an onion Kaiser roll.

She shows off to the fridge as she devours it.

Then she makes a cup of coffee: an empty pot tinkles into place, the coffee perks, the coffee drips, and then Sara slurps, slurps, slurps.

She picks up the remote and flips on the set but she can’t seem to sit down, so she heads outside with her chair.

She peeks in for anything -- nothing.

Marion and Harry play skeeball. Marion hits a fifty and smiles. Harry stops playing.

Marion doesn’t fight him.

Then there’s the: flick, sizzle, snap, suck, slap, rush, sigh...

And: crinkle, sprinkle, flick, drift, suck, sigh...

Coffee: tinkle, perk, drip, slurp, slurp, slurp... and Pill: pop, hit, gulp, snap...

Sara starts to clean the apartment.

Time races by as she intricately cleans every single square inch of the kitchen. She cleans the inside of the fridge and dumps all the food.

Next, she moves into the living room and continues to clean.

Then everything slows down.

Sara collapses into her viewing chair in front of the TV.

She tries to watch but she’s squirming in her seat.

Then she notices something wrong. She’s not sure what so she heads into --

62 THE BATHROOM 62

In the mirror, she stares at her clenched teeth grinding.

She wonders what this means. She shrugs and takes the green pill: pop, hit, gulp, snap...

63 BACK IN THE LIVING ROOM 63

-- Sara sits in front of the TV and watches Tappy Tibbons preach. Slowly she dozes off.

Tyrone’s old pad has been spruced up. It’s filled with tons of cool toys. It looks like Christmas morning.

Beautiful and very young Alice lies naked in the giant bed staring at Tyrone.

He sits naked at his desk playing with flip books. First there’s a wacky duck dancing, then there’s a crying GI soldier.

Tyrone picks up another flip book and lets things rip. The animation suddenly turns into live action and we are following the back of a little boy.

The boy runs across a black room into the arms of a beautiful woman.

The boy is Young Tyrone and the woman is Tyrone’s Mother.

TYRONE’S MOTHER You don’t have to make anything. You just gotta love your momma.

The image of boy and mother dies when the flip book ends.

Tyrone looks at it sadly.

Tyrone leaps onto the bed and Alice squeals playfully.

Still empty...

Pop, hit, gulp, snap and tinkle, perk, drip, slurp, slurp, slurp...

The Yentas all rise when Sara comes out and they move their chairs so that she can have her proper seat in the sun.

YENTA #1 Sara, you know yet when?

YENTA #2 Are you hearing anything?

Especially Robert Redford. For him I don’t need a schlepper.

But Sara is having a hard time sitting still. She looks up and down the street for the Mailman and paces around her friends.

They watch her with a bit of concern. Then Mrs Scarlini comes out of the building for sunning. Sara grabs her and hugs her.

Alice and Tyrone make some crazy love. Arms flail, teeth bite, mouths scream. Some crazy love.

Sara stands in front of the mirror trying on the red dress.

The dress won’t close.

Pop, hit, glup, snap...

The red dress gets a little closer.

Pop, hit, glup, snap...

The dress gets even closer.

Harry squirms in the back seat wearing a sharp new pair of slacks, a sports shirt and a pair of new shoes.

He nervously pats down his hair and adjusts his collar.

The Yentas all admire Sara’s slim figure until the Mailman approaches. Everyone turns to him--hoping...

He grins and shakes his head.

The Mailman enters the building.

A cab pulls up. Harry steps out. He stares at the intimidating line of Yentas.

Sara stares for a brief second not computing this apparition.

Then she jumps up and wraps her arms around him, almost knocking him off balance.

She kisses him and he kisses her. She’s so excited she kisses him again.

He gives her a quick smile as he adjusts his clothes.

She grabs his hand and heads to the entrance.

Sara makes a pot of coffee as she bustles around grabbing cups, saucers, spoons, milk and napkins.

Harry stares wide-eyed at his hyperactive mother. He tries to get a word in but can’t.

Finally, the coffee is ready and she fills two cups.

Sara sits, Harry is bewildered.

Sara nods as she clenches her jaw.

Sara gets up and smothers Harry with kisses.

Sara squeals and squeaks and starts to jump out of her chair.

Harry holds his arms up in front of him.

Harry chuckles. Sara is so happy, she can’t stay sitting.

She refills their cups.

Sara nods, grins, grinds and clenches.

Sara squeals, but Harry wards her off with his hands. She sits down, grins and grinds her teeth.

Harry leans over and gives her an honest, open and perfectly beautiful kiss.

Harry feels pretty good as he listens to his mother until something puzzles him. He stops hearing his mother and now he suddenly hears some other, strange sound. What is it?

He looks around until he looks at his mother. Suddenly he is filled with surprise, disbelief and confusion.

The noise he hears is his mother’s teeth grinding.

TIGHT ON Sara’s mouth. Harry leans across the table.

Sara is suddenly stunned. She’s completely bewildered.

Harry shakes his head and rolls his eyes.

Harry nods. Defeated, he stares at the floor.

Harry blinks and shakes his head. Bewildered, he surrenders to her flow.

Sara looks at her entire family and a softness overtakes her.

Harry fidgets, his eyes blink, he tries:

Sara shakes her head and smiles at Harry, trying hard to believe.

Sara gets up and hugs Harry, tears welling in her eyes.

Harry does his best to hug his mother. He fights his desperation to get away and holds onto her.

Eventually, Sara backs away and looks into his face, smiling.

Sara waves his apology away -- tosh, tosh.

A long silent beat as child and parent smile at each other.

Harry looks at his watch.

One more kiss and hug and Harry is gone. Sara stares at the door for many long moments.

Then she takes her orange pill -- pop, hit, glup, snap -- and washes it down with a fresh cup of coffee.

Harry sits in the back seat filled with worry and concern.

Tears well up into his eyes until he can’t hold it any longer. He sobs hard, real hard.

A moment later he collects himself and gets high: flick, sizzle, snap, suck, slap, rush, sigh...

Harry wipes away his tears.

Sara zips up the red dress. It closes.

She swings around gloriously and her locked jaw smiles at herself in the mirror. Eyes glow.

And she begins to waltz by herself. Humming...

ON THE SCREEN IN WHITE LETTERS: ’FALL’

Tyrone steps into a white limo with leopardskin upholstery.

He exchanges fives with, Brody (late twenties, bespectacled, highly intelligent looking) and his two Henchmen.

Brody doesn’t speak. He signs to Henchman #1

The Henchman signs back. Then Brody responds.

Just then, Tyrone notices the driver’s door is open. Tyrone points.

Brody spins just when a White Gunman leans in through the driver’s door with a 9mm Glock --

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Three bullets rip through Brody’s body. Blood and guts splatter Tyrone and Brody’s dead body collapses into his lap.

The Henchmen pull out their pieces and return fire. One Henchman gets splattered. The other kills the White Man.

Tyrone slips and scrambles out of the limo. The White Gunman lies dead in the street.

Tyrone runs! Frantic, with blood all over him, he runs hyperventilating with panic until two Cops give chase.

Sirens and lights.

They catch him and slam him against the wall. Cuff wrist one, cuff wrist two.

Pop, hit, gulp, snap...

Sara’s living room is dominated by a gigantic, towering, black TV. The ominous hulk of technology stares down on Sara who sits in her lazy chair staring at the set’s cold, dark screen.

Something is wrong.

Some coffee: tinkle, perk, drip, slurp, slurp, slurp...

Nothing. So one more:

Pop, hit, gulp, snap...

Flick, sizzle, snap, suck, slap, rush, sigh...

Crinkle, sprinkle, flick, drift, suck, sigh...

Harry and Marion lean against each other on the floor. They stare up at the ceiling. Sketches and pieces of Marion’s clothing lie around them.

Pop, hit, gulp, snap...

Sara still sits. She feels nothing.

Coffee: tinkle, perk, drip, slurp, slurp, slurp...

Still nothing.

She picks up the bottles of pills from Doctor Pill and examines the labels.

She looks real close.

Then she calls Doctor Pill.

Click. Sara stares at the phone and slowly hangs it up.

She drops two pills in her hand. She stares at both pills -- shrugs and pops them: pop, hit, gulp, snap...

Then a small grin invades her face. Something’s happening.

She flips on the TV TO TAPPY:

She’s a beautiful woman with a winning sense of humor and a magical smile. Straight from Brighton Beach, Brooklyn, let’s give a juicy welcome to Mrs Sara Goldfarb.

And there she is! Red, red, red. Sara smiles at Red Sara.

The audience loves her.

But back in the real world, the fridge shudders. Sara stares at it, concerned.

Tyrone, terrified, holds onto the bars for dear life.

Junkies and winos that seem more like ghosts and giant rats taunt him. Until:

Harry and Tyrone rap as they scam the streets searching for a connection. They eye other junkies suspiciously.

Just then, a white van screeches to a halt at the corner in front of them. The side door slides open. Two white guys toss a dead black guy into a city garbage can.

The van screeches off. The black guy’s sneakers poke up out of the can.

Harry and Tyrone turn around and quickly exit the scene.

Harry, Tyrone and Marion stare at each other for a moment, the implication of Marion’s question slowly, through much resistance, sinking in and registering.

Still nothing.

Pop, hit, gulp, snap...

Sara starts to circle around the lazy chair. Tighter and tighter circles.

We pan the apartment and see Harry, Tyrone and Marion trying to do something, anything but nothing. But everything is real slow and every moment is real painful.

The kitchen clock is almost moving backwards. We see their eyes. Their sweating lips. Their twitching fingers.

NOPE.

Pop, hit, gulp, snap -- and again -- pop, hit, gulp, snap...

Sara stops pacing. Out of breath, she towers over the phone.

She dials 411. Her mouth races after her speed-drenched mind.

Suddenly, the fridge shudders. Sara jumps.

Finally Marion stands up:

Flick, sizzle, snap, suck, slap, rush, sigh...

AND: Crinkle, sprinkle, flick, drift, suck, sigh...

AND THEN AGAIN: Flick, sizzle, snap, suck, slap, rush, sigh...

Harry and Marion twist and turn in their bed. The sheets are covered in sweat.

Finally, Marion bolts up in bed gasping for breath. Harry turns on the light.

Harry fills a glass of water. He notices that the spot where he normally shoots up in his inner arm is sore and red.

Marion is still panting when Harry returns with a glass of water.

A long beat.

Relief. For now. Crinkle, sprinkle, flick, drift, suck, sigh...

Pop, hit, gulp, snap.

Sara downs a cup of coffee and goes to the phone.

Out of the corner of her eye she watches the fridge. She dials a number.

Sara presses 411.

Sara starts to press some numbers.

A moment later an operator answers.

Then, a loud shudder! The fridge is vibrating. Sara doesn’t know what to do.

Sara waits as the phone rings and rings and the fridge continues to vibrate unnaturally.

Still on the phone, Sara slowly walks over to the fridge.

Some more clicks. Sara can barely stand. As she gets to the fridge, it slowly stops vibrating. Sweat is building.

Carefully, Sara examines the fridge. She’s having a hard time talking.

And then, suddenly, the entire fridge quakes violently!

Sara drops the phone and runs to her bedroom. On the phone:

Marion expectantly watches Harry on the phone. Harry hangs up.

Pissed beat.

Harry and Tyrone open the shoe box. They grab the last cash in it.

Harry and Tyrone wait by a payphone on an abandoned street corner.

Small laugh in the freezing cold. Then, a Snot-faced Dealer rounds the corner and nods to Tyrone.

The phone rings! Sara sticks her head out of the bedroom.

She looks at the fridge. It’s quiet and still. She sneaks to the lazy chair and flips on the TV.

Then she answers the phone.

Suddenly, the fridge hops, making a smashing noise. Sara sinks into her chair. Sara lets out a small scream.

The fridge hops again.

The fridge shakes and quivers like it’s laughing.

Harry takes a deep breath into the phone. Tyrone rounds the corner, smiling.

Harry hangs up and the two of them rush off.

Flick, sizzle, snap, suck, slap, rush, sigh...

Marion can’t believe what Harry just suggested.

Marion stares into Harry’s eyes -- pleading.

This is our last chance to get back on track. We won’t have ta scuffle and make that freezing scene every day. We need the bread.

Harry gets it. Marion gets it. But for Harry, this is too important. He gets down and holds her hand:

Marion looks into him. Then, she gives him a gentle nod.

Doctor Pill smiles while Sara looks around wild-eyed.

Suddenly, she looks around terrified.

He scribbles out a prescription.

Now, Sara is alone staring at the paper. TIGHT ON paper.

It reads ’VALIUM’.

Dimly lit café. Marion wears lots of make-up and a long- sleeve blouse.

Arnold is worried.

He smiles and touches her hand.

He smiles and leans back into his chair. His smugness bothers her so she grabs her fork and stabs it into the back of his hand. Blood spurts out and she screams:

A moment later, everything is back to normal. Marion was fantasizing.

In the bedroom, Marion slowly takes off her clothes. She’s dying and almost crying.

Arnold, big smile, big erection (for him), watches her.

Shrugging, he remote controls off the light. Arnold creeps up behind her and starts planting kisses on her.

Very gently, she begins to cry.

Harry scratches some vinyl. He takes the LP and frisbees it into the wall. It shatters!

Then, he collapses onto Marion’s couch, picks up the remote and flips on the set. He tries to watch but he keeps looking at the clock.

Then, he hears the sounds of sex. He looks up on the TV and sees Marion fucking some dude with a hairy back.

So, Harry lies on the ground and reaches for something under the couch.

Then: flick, sizzle, snap, suck, rush, sigh...

The image on the set slowly starts to dissolve back to the normal TV show.

Harry, a bit more comfortable, reclines on the couch and nods.

At the front door Arnold, wrapped in a sheet, hands Marion some money. She leaves and he quickly locks the door.

Down the hallway and into --

102 THE ELEVATOR 102

-- as anger, disgust and who knows what else billow up

inside her. Her eyes begin to tear. Then --

103 ON THE STREET 103

-- she leans against the building and vomits.

Marion crawls out of her winter clothes and joins Harry on the couch.

They sit on either side of the couch not looking at each other.

Tyrone, in his bikini underwear, stares at a picture of his mom.

Alice is gone.

He looks at the window. It’s night-time and it’s sleeping.

Tyrone starts to get dressed.

Pop, gulp, hit, snap...

Sara puts on some make-up. Her hand is not steady and her work is far from perfect. The lipstick is lopsided. The mascara is caked on one set of eyelashes.

In the red dress, with very little energy, she spins in front of the mirror.

She starts a dumpy version of a waltz. Very slowly. Her eyes are sunken and dark-ringed. Flesh hangs from her upper arms and neck.

Harry and Tyrone stroll the aisles with an empty shopping cart. They eye other customers, most of whom are junkies trying to act nonchalant and making believe they’re shopping.

In actuality they’re just trying to figure out what the fuck’s going on.

Just then, they round a corner and spot a Pony-tailed Junkies walking into the back loading area. They follow.

Marion impatiently circles the apartment. She’s very anxious.

Harry and Tyrone join a mass of smoking junkies in the back of the supermarket. Everyone is crowded in by the towering boxes of produce and canned goods.

A moment later, the steel roll-gate starts to open. All the junkies turn to look.

Then, an eighteen-wheeler starts backing into the loading dock. ’IRVING’S FLORIDA ORANGES’ is painted onto the truck.

When the truck stops at the dock, two White Heavies emerge from the front cab. They wear ski masks and carry glistening machine guns.

Sitting behind a table in front of the crates of oranges is a distinguished Bald Man sporting a white fur coat. He is flanked by two other heavies with masks and machine guns.

The junkies applaud! The two men unlock the back of the truck.

The Bald Man pops open two steel suitcases on the table.

Harry, Tyrone and all the junkies push forward. The men with guns try to control them.

Marion, still circling, starts searching the apartment. She rips open her bureau, flips through clothes and unknowingly tosses her clothing sketches.

They slowly drift to the floor.

Harry and Tyrone push their way to the front. A few lucky junkies hand the Bald Man money and get their dope. The heavies scream at the junkies to calm down or they’re outta here.

Then suddenly, Harry spots a Gap-toothed Junkies pulling a gun. The men with the machine guns see him and pull out their guns. Harry grabs Tyrone and starts to pull him away when suddenly:

Bang!

Gap-tooth’s gun goes off. It hits some oranges behind the Bald Man. The heavies let loose. Bullets everywhere!

Harry and Tyrone head for the supermarket in front. Boxes are blowing up around them.

The Bald Man slams the steel suitcases closed and starts pulling the truck doors closed.

Harry and Tyrone charge into the --

-- with a bunch of other junkies. They rush down an aisle

when the Pony-tailed Junkie gets nailed in front of them.

He slides across the linoleum leaving a trail of blood behind him.

Harry and Tyrone leap over the dead body and rush --

113 OUTSIDE 113

-- just in time to spot the eighteen-wheeler whiz by. Some

of the junkies give chase. Harry thinks about it but Ty stops him. Instead, they quickly duck out.

Tyrone puffs on a cigarette while Harry paces.

Sara peeks her head into the living room, all the shades and curtains are drawn. She quietly tiptoes to the window and peeks out through the side of the shade.

Then she tiptoes over to the front door. Very carefully, she removes the tape over the peephole. The hallway is empty.

She retapes the peephole.

Suddenly, the fridge lurches at her. It slides a good foot towards her. She jumps and runs to her viewing chair.

Marion rips through the apartment as she searches for something, anything.

She sinks to the floor and starts to sob. Just then, Harry walks in on her on the floor.

Harry calls Tyrone. He grabs the picture of him and Marion in front of the store.

Harry hangs up on Ty and hands Marion the number on the back of the photo.

Harry charges out of the apartment. Marion stares after him.

We float out of focus.

Pop, hit, gulp, snap. The fridge lurches another foot towards her.

She grabs the giant remote and flips on the TV. On the set is Tappy Tibbons:

She’s a beautiful woman with a winning sense of humor and a magical smile. She’s really gonna win your heart. Straight from Brighton Beach, Brooklyn, let’s give a juicy welcome to our very own Mrs Sara Goldfarb.

Red Sara marches out to applause.

The fridge lurches again! She tries to ignore it and watch

TV:

The fridge slides closer. She fights not to look.

Tappy motions towards the camera as the audience begins to applaud.

And then, Red Sara disappears. Sara hears something.

She looks to her right and sees Red Sara standing in her living room. Sara is shocked.

Red Sara doesn’t answer, she just huffs and humphs as she inspects the apartment.

Red Sara continues to ignore her as she looks down her nose at the apartment. Then Red Sara waves at Tappy Tibbons.

Tappy disappears from the screen. And now he too is with Red Sara in Sara’s living room.

Sara sits in her chair, dumbfounded. She starts to get more and more upset as Tappy and Red Sara laugh at her furnishings and chatchkas.

Could you do better? It’s an old building. Ten years no painting, maybe more.

Red Sara and Tappy walk behind Sara’s chair towards the windows.

Now, Tappy and Red Sara laugh as they point at the TV. Sara looks over. On the TV she sees herself in her viewing chair.

A giant, fanatic audience surrounds her -- laughing and pointing.

Then there’s a giant C-R-A-C-K!!! as Sara’s walls split apart. Suddenly, she’s on a television set. Two TV cameras slide in on her.

A Make-up Artist and Sound Man bum rush her. The man tries to put a mic on her while the woman tries to touch up her face.

The studio audience is going bananas laughing at her.

Cameras and TV cables stretch across the floor. Then the First Assistant Director by camera one cues her:

He points at Sara and a bright spotlight falls on her.

Suddenly, Tappy and Red Sara lead a cha-cha line around Sara’s lazy chair. Various weirdos, freaks and girls in bikinis join in.

Sara is terrified.

The fridge leaps towards her. Sara cries onto her wrinkled red dress.

She sinks to the floor. She crawls to the TV and begs:

The partying gets louder and louder. Red Sara is French kissing Tappy Tibbons in Sara’s lazy chair.

The fridge is only a few feet from her.

Tappy joins in:

Now the other freaks in the room and the studio crew:

And now, the audience on the TV is chanting it:

The fridge towers over her. Suddenly, metal is tearing and the fridge has a mouth. Freon sprays out of its opening.

The giant metal mouth lurches at Sara threatening to bite her.

Sara screams and bolts out of her home leaving the front door to her abandoned apartment wide open.

ON THE THE SCREEN IN WHITE LETTERS: ’WINTER’

Sara manically marches down the street. The world shoots by her. A train roars by on the elevated tracks up above.

Harry and Tyrone ride in a beat-up 1972 Pontiac Ventura 2.

Harry drives.

TIGHT ON the car tuner. Tyrone spins the dial. Hip-hop blasts on the radio.

Then Tyrone turns on the heat.

Ty sparks a joint.

Hands slap five. Harry cringes when Tyrone hits his hand.

Sara sits on the subway. Her hair sticks to her wet face.

She turns to the strangers across from her.

It’s New York: of course she’s ignored.

Marion sobs into the phone. She shreds the upholstrey on the couch.

A Secretary looks up, startled. In front of her is Sara.

Sara’s hair and body are wet and she is wobbly.

The Secretary stares at Sara, not knowing what to do.

Sara wobbles to a chair. She’s confused and disorientated.

Some office women come out from inside the office and huddle around her. Some security guards appear as well.

Sara tries to stand but she falls over amd lands back in the chair.

The women tell her to stay seated.

The Secretary returns with a mug filled with soup.

Tyrone drives. TIGHT ON the tuner. The radio plays alternative rock.

A crowd watches Sara babble. Two Paramedics arrive.

OFFICE WOMAN #1 We think it’s Sara Goldfarb.

And the paramedics help poor Sara to her feet. They head to the elevator. Sympathy from the staring office women.

Marion stares at Big Tim’s number. A moment later she picks up the phone and dials.

Marion hangs up. A long beat. Then she dials again.

Big Tim lets go a big laugh.

Sara is strapped to a gurney. She mumbles to herself.

Flick, sizzle, snap, suck, slap, rush, sigh...

Tyrone leans against the driver’s door -- high.

Harry rolls up his sleeve. Right in the crotch of his arm is a nasty hole from shooting too much. It’s infected and rings of red surround it.

Flick, sizzle, snap, suck, slap -- break from the montage.

For the first time we see a TIGHT CLOSE-UP of a needle going into the hole, then we end the montage -- rush, sigh...

A security camera studies Marion as she waits at the front door. Buzz! Marion pushes the door open and enters.

Sara, on her gurney, is pushed through crowded corridors of a hospital. The noise and chaos reach her in surreal muffled tones.

She’s mumbling to herself -- dreaming of being on television.

Then she’s slid into the emergency room.

Young, serious Doctor Spencer shines a light into her eyes.

Sara tries to smile.

Big Tim’s door opens wide, revealing an even wider Big Tim.

Big Tim is big in every way. His body is big, his smile is big, his laugh is big and even his apartment is big.

He steps aside and Marion enters the huge living room with a grand view of Prospect Park.

Big Tim takes her coat.

Marion is startled by Big Tim’s comment. She recovers.

Big Tim joins her with the drinks. He takes out a hash pipe and sparks it. Marion is offered the pipe and she takes a few pokes.

Big Tim’s laugh is loud, deep and happy -- a presence of its own.

Big Tim pulls Marion into his chest. She lets him.

Marion smiles as she relaxes into him.

Big laugh from Big Tim. He pulls Marion up to him and kisses her. After a beat, she kisses back. Then, he backs off.

She lies down on his stomach. Gently he turns her head around as he pulls out his penis.

She stares at Big Tim’s joint knowing what she’s supposed to do but not being able to do it. Her insides tremble and knot.

He nudges her and she grabs it and starts kissing it.

Suddenly, she stops. She’s going to be sick. Big Tim laughs his big laugh and points to the bathroom.

Marion finishes barfing. She washes her face and mouth in the sink. She looks up at herself. She’s trembling.

She shuts her eyes and we cut to --

BLACK -

We hear Marion breathe deeply. She collects herself.

Into the BLACK rushes streams of RED.

When she opens her eyes we are back in -

132 THE BATHROOM 132

Marion fixes her hair and smiles at herself.

Big Tim laughs as Marion emerges from the bathroom.

Marion’s smile turns into an eager grin. He chuckles as she gets on her knees.

Big Tim laughs his big laugh as we --

Tyrone drives while Harry squirms. His arm hurts like hell.

TIGHT ON tuner. The radio plays country and western.

Tyrone watches the odometer changes from 599 to 600.

Afraid now, Tyrone looks out the window. The landscape is foreign and strange -- almost alien.

After sex, Big Tim opens the door and leans up against the doorway. Naked, he watches Marion as she finishes getting dressed. Marion can’t look at herself in the mirror or at Big Tim.

Big Tim laughs his big laugh and tosses her some bags.

Marion quickly grabs the bags and starts putting them in her purse.

Sheeit, you earned that baby and you sure as hell don’t want to donate it to some purse snatcher.

He laughs. Marion smiles.

As Marion catches on she flushes and nods her head.

Big Tim laughs his big laugh as he wanders into the living room.

Then Marion lifts up her skirt and does the deed.

Sara is strapped to a hospital bed. She sobs to herself.

The grey ward is packed with twice as many beds as there should be. Patients wander around in straitjackets. Screams of agony and pain barely reach her ears.

Doctor Spencer addresses Sara and tries to calm her.

And for a moment, Doctor Spencer is Harry -- golden smile and all.

We look down on Marion’s back from above the tub. She is bent over, her head beneath the water between her knees.

She holds her breath for an eternity...

Then, we look into her face as she screams. Air bubbles shoot to the surface.

Tyrone still drives.

There’s a preacher screaming gospel on the radio.

Harry squirms as he grabs his arm. He’s wincing in pain.

Harry winces as he very carefully rolls up his sleeve.

The area around the hole is white and raised. Even worse, the area around the white is slightly green. Also, a wide, dark red streak reaches down his arm towards his hand.

They both stare at it for a moment.

A needle puntures Sara’s arm. The Nurse wipes off the blood that spills out.

In a surreal moment, the world slows down. Real slow.

Sara’s tongue sticks to the top of her mouth. She pries it off with a rattling smack in her brain. Her mouth is dry and small drops of foam form on the sides of her chapped lips.

To try and disperse the pain, Harry marches around the examination room. The pain is excruciating.

A grey-haired Southern Doctor comes in.

The Doctor looks for a moment. Then, he grabs Harry’s arm and looks at it. Harry winces in pain.

The Doctor leaves.

Marion stares at an empty pile of bags in front of her.

Then she stares at the photo of her and Harry in front of the store. Next, she flips it over and looks at Big Tim’s number. A moment later she picks it up and dials Big Tim.

Big Tim lets go a big laugh.

Two Male Attendants enter with a tray of food. They joke with each other and barely notice Sara.

They try to lift Sara up but she can’t support herself.

Then they try harder and they shove her into a sitting position. One of the attendants puts some food in her mouth.

She tries to swallow, but her throat isn’t working.

But the food just dribbles out the side. As they continue their conversation about the Jets, they grab her and force the food down her throat by holding her nose and keeping her mouth shut.

Her eyes blast open in terror. Her head beats thunderously in her ears.

Marion puts mascara on her left eye. Then she puts on some clothes.

Tyrone fills through an old copy of Fortune Magazine. He tries to ignore all the white folks gawking at him.

Then he spots a pair of boots standing in front of him.

Next, he spots the gun and baton.

Tyrone looks up into a towering Highway Cop’s stern glare.

Cuff one wrist, cuff the other.

TIGHT ON Marion’s right eye as she carefully applies mascara.

She puts on some more clothes.

Doctor Spencer towers over Sara. He reads her chart and is concerned.

He pats her on the shoulder and walks away. Sara tries to call for him, to make any noise, to plead, to do anything.

But she can’t.

A moment later, the two Male Attendants come for her. They grab her and move her into a wheelchair. Restraints for her arms and legs are slapped on.

They grab a clear plastic tube. They cover it with lubricant.

Then they try to slide it into her nose.

Sara struggles until one attendant grabs her head and whacks it flat against a head rest.

Pinned, they slide the tube into Sara’s nose, down her throat and into her stomach.

Then the feeding begins.

TIGHT ON Marion’s lips as she puts on lipstick. Marion smacks her lips together.

Marion in front of the full-length mirror is dressed to the hilt.

She makes last minute corrections to her outfit when the phone rings.

Nervous, she answers.

INTERCUT:

Harry in pain on the telephone. Marion sits by the phone.

Marion doesn’t answer. She closes her eyes.

A long beat. Silence. Slowly Marion hangs up.

150 BY THE PAYPHONES 150

-- Harry hangs up. His sobs turns into his pain. His pain

turns into his misery.

151 IN MARION’S APARTMENT 151

-- Marion hangs up and wipes away her tears. She catches her image in the mirror and quickly finishes her mascara.

Then: Crinkle, sprinkle, flick, drift, suck, sigh...

Sara is still strapped to the wheelchair. Doctor Spencer smiles at her.

Sara can’t respond. She can only look. Doctor Spencer tries to be positive.

Doctor Spencer hands Sara a pen. Somehow, she is able to sign.

Harry is withdrawing in pain on his bunk. Tyrone is at the bars, sweating and dying.

Sara is quickly unstrapped from her wheelchair. She’s lifted up and placed onto a gurney. Her head hangs, lifeless.

Then she’s strapped down.

TIGHT ON Marion’s hand knocking on Big Tim’s front door.

TIGHT ON Big Tim’s famous smile:

Sara is wheeled quickly through the halls of the asylum.

Tyrone tries to keep Harry in line with all the convicts but Harry can barely stand.

A Court Doctor, followed by two Guards, moves from prisoner to prisoner.

Bored to death he looks into each prisoner’s eyes with a mini-mag and says:

EACH PRISONER RESPONDS:

The doctor checks a box on a piece of paper.

The Guards chuckle.

Sara continues her trip on the gurney. Terror enters her heart.

Now it’s Tyrone’s turn.

Tyrone nods. That isn’t good enough, and so a guard whacks him in the back of the head.

They chuckle. The doctor moves down to Harry.

Harry can barely stand. His eyes are glazed over.

The doctor yanks Harry’s sleeve up. Lightning pain:

Harry collapses. The guards laugh at him as they pick him up.

The doctor looks at Harry’s arm. The guards grab their noses and almost yack from the smell.

Sara is unstrapped from the gurney. Then she is lifted off the gurney and laid on a table. Next she is strapped to the table.

She tries to struggle but the hands are too many, too strong.

We hear twenty men cheer as we glimpse into the room.

They’re all wearing suits and holding flashlights.

TIGHT ON Marion’s shocked face. TIGHT ON Big Tim’s knowing smile. TIGHT ON cigars in strangers’ mouths. TIGHT ON male hands clapping. TIGHT ON empty faces of five other pretty women checking out Marion.

Marion looks at him.

Marion accepts it. Then...

TIGHT ON Big Tim’s famous smile:

The men shine their lights on Marion’s clothed tits, her privates.

Someone sticks something between Sara’s teeth. The people around her talk casually and laugh occasionally.

She tries to look around but her body is immobile.

She can make out shadows on the edges of her vision but mostly all she sees are the lights above her.

Then she feels two cold metal discs placed against her temples.

Harry is thrown onto an operating table. His clothes are gone in a blink of the eye.

A serious and focused Emergency Doctor steps in.

Let’s move here people, otherwise we lose him.

Harry remains semiconscious as the Anesthesiologist sticks a mask over his face.

Everything starts to go white. The Emergency Doctor starts up a circular saw.

Before everything is gone, Harry witnesses the doctor cutting into his shoulder.

Sara’s heart pounds in her ears. She tries to scream, but a Technician interrupts her:

In slow motion and tight close-ups we experience the orgy with Marion.

There’s nipples, tongues, sex toys, eyes closed in ecstasy, men’s glares, men’s smiles and the like. The images aren’t sexy, they’re scary.

One of the girls holds up a double-headed dildo and says:

PERVERT SCREAMS OUT:

Marion complies and the flashlights shine. Then the Pervert starts a chant:

The other men join in as the pace quickens.

PERVERT AND ALL THE MEN (building in pace and volume) Cum! Cum! CUM! CUM! CUM!! CUM!!!

Marion is at first afraid. Then, she closes her eyes. Her lips start to quiver. Big Tim’s smile gets wider and wider and wider.

And then Marion comes.

Sara’s arched and stiffened body looks as if fire has just shot through her body.

Her eyes are almost popping out of her head as her mind screams AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...

She settles for a moment on the table.

Her heart does not beat, her lungs do not breathe.

A moment later, the breath returns. Then the heartbeat slowly emerges. And then, the Technician:

167 PRIMARY BLUE 167

Then we --

Once again Sara tries to scream in pain. Flames seem to sear every cell of her body and her bones feel like they are being twisted and crushed.

Smoke simmers off of her hair and skin.

As her body settles, it happens one last time:

169 PRIMARY BLUE 169

The crowd cheers once more.

The pier stretches off into the beautiful sea. A woman in a red dress walks a baby carriage.

Now we’re on Harry, looking healthy and vibrant. He screams for Marion!

But she doesn’t hear him and she keeps walking. He runs after them.

When he gets close, he suddenly stops. Marion turns around.

He reaches to hug her. But, as he does we are in --

Harry gets terrified. He starts to scream for Marion.

He steps backwards off the edge of a cliff and rushes headfirst into a concrete sidewalk as he screams:

And we --

An Angelic Nurse looks down upon Harry. Tubes stick into every part of him. His eyes are half-open.

She wipes the sweat from his brow.

Then Harry opens his eyes fully. For a moment he understands.

He is an adult and he is calm.

And then Harry starts to cry. As we float up high above his bed we watch him curl into a ball.

Tyrone drills holes into metal plates with an oversized machine. He dry heaves and fights to stay in his seat.

A Laughing Guard snickers at him.

At the foot of Marion’s couch are the torn and smeared sketches of Marion’s designs.

Marion comes in through the front door. She walks across the sketches and sits on the couch. She has lipstick smeared across her face.

She pulls out a large bag of dope and stares at it. Happily, she fondles the bag. Then, she hugs it tight against her bosom. Slowly, she curls up into a fetal position, content.

The work gang collapse onto their individual bunks. Tyrone, sweaty and dirty, does the same.

He fights the cramps in his stomach for as long as he can until he passes out.

Then, Tyrone and his bed dissolve into the past. Young Tyrone rests in his mom’s generous arms.

Finally, it is peaceful. Tyrone’s mom brushes the tears from his eyes.

TYRONE’S MOTHER How’s your tummy feel?

TYRONE’S MOTHER That’s my big boy.

He looks up at his mom as she starts to sing ’Hush little baby’.

She hugs her son tight.

TYRONE’S MOTHER The sweetness be in you, child, the sweetness be in you.

Ada and Rae sit in the corner of the room stunned by their surroundings. Mounted on the wall is a television. Tappy Tibbons is on. No one is watching.

Sara shuffles towards them and they barely recognize her.

Her grey roots match her grey skin which matches her grey gown.

Ada starts taking food out of a large shopping bag.

But Sara doesn’t answer. She can’t. They put their hands on their friend’s shoulders but nothing seems to reach her.

Then they notice that water is dripping down Sara’s leg and onto the floor. Sara has urinated on herself.

Ada and Rae sit waiting for the bus on a grey day in front of a grey building. Tears flow from their eyes. They hug each other.

Sara lies on her bed. A tiny smile emerges on her face.

We get closer and closer to her until we go into the blackness of her pupil.

Deep in the blackness we see another world. It is a world of PRIMARY BLUE. And sucking us into the blue is the roar of a crowd.

And there with a giant smile is good ol’ Tappy in black tie.

He looks into the camera and says:

Red Sara steps out and joins Tappy. She’s overwhelmed.

The audience goes crazy, they love it. And they start to chant:

The chant continues...

Harry walks out from back. The audience are out of their seats, screaming at the tops of their lungs. Sara is gushing!

Harry walks out and hugs his mother.

They hug and they hug as the audience scream their applause.

A smile fills Sara’s beautiful face. Happiness. Total and complete love.

Except for the truth, the nagging reality. It means tears for Sara and her sparkling eyes well up with fantastic, warm tears.

But they don’t damage her glorious smile.

FADE TO BLACK:

CREDITS ROLL