《美丽心灵的永恒阳光》(Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind)
ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND
"ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND"
Screenplay by
Charlie Kaufman
Based on a story by
Charlie Kaufman, Michel Gondry & Pierre Bismuth
INT. PUBLISHING HOUSE RECEPTION AREA - DAY
It's grand and modern. Random House-Knopf-Taschen is etched
on the wall in large gold letters. An old woman enters
carrying a tattered manuscript, maybe a thousand pages. She
seems haunted, hollow-eyed, sickly. The young receptionist,
dressed in a shiny, stretchy one-piece pantsuit, looks up.
RECEPTIONIST
Oh, hi.
OLD WOMAN
(apologetically)
Hi, I was in the neighborhood and
thought I'd see --
RECEPTIONIST
I think he's in a conference.
Unfortunately. I'm really sorry.
OLD WOMAN
Would you just try him? You never
know. As long as I'm here. You never
know.
RECEPTIONIST
Of course. Please have a seat.
The old woman smiles and sits, the bulky manuscript on her
lap. She stares politely straight ahead.
RECEPTIONIST
(quietly into headset)
It's her -- I know, but couldn't you
just -- Yes, I know, but -- I know,
but she's old and it would be a nice --
Yes, sorry.
(to old woman)
I'm sorry, ma'am, he's not in right
now. It's a crazy time of year for
us.
The receptionist gestures toward a Christmas tree in the
corner. Its ornaments are holograms.
OLD WOMAN
This book -- It's essential that
people read it because --
(gravely, patting the
manuscript)
-- It's the truth. And only I know
it.
RECEPTIONIST
(nodding
sympathetically)
Maybe after the holidays then.
INT. TILED HALLWAY - DAY
The old woman carries her manuscript haltingly down a subway
hall. She stops to catch her breath, then continues and passes
several archway with letters printed above them. When she
arrives at one topped by an LL, she slips a card in a slot.
A plastic molded chair drops into the archway. She sits in
the chair; it rises.
INT. TUBE - DAY
The woman is still in the chair as it slips gracefully into
a line of chairs shooting through a glass tube. The other
chairs are peopled with commuters. We stay with the woman as
she and the others travel over New York City in the tube.
There are hundreds of these commuter tubes crisscrossing the
skyline. The woman glances at the manuscript in her lap.
It's called:
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
This serves as the movie's opening title. The other credits
follow, as the old woman studies commuters in passing tubes.
Their faces are variously harsh and sad and lonely and blank.
INT. WAITING ROOM - DAY
SUBTITLED: FIFTY YEARS EARLIER
Every doctor's office waiting room: chairs against the wall,
magazines on end tables, a sad-looking potted plant, generic
seascape paintings on the walls. The receptionist, Mary, 25,
can be seen typing in the reception area. Behind her are
shelves and shelves of medical files. The door opens and
Clementine enters. She's in her early thirties, zaftig in a
faux fur winter coat over an orange hooded sweatshirt. She's
decidedly funky and has blue hair. Mary looks up.
MARY
May I help you?
CLEMENTINE
(approaching reception
area)
Yeah, hi, I have a one o'clock with
Dr. Mierzwiak. Clementine Kruczynski.
MARY
Yes, please have a seat. He'll be
right with you.
Clementine sits. She looks tired, maybe hungover. She picks
up a magazine at random and thumbs without interest.
INT. INNER OFFICE AREA - CONTINUOUS
Mary pads down the hallway. She knocks on a closed door.
MIERZWIAK (O.S.)
Yes?
Mary opens the door, peeks in. Howard Mierzwiak, 40's,
professional, dry, sits behind his desk studying some papers.
MARY
Howard, your one o'clock.
MIERZWIAK
(not looking up)
Thanks, Mary. You can bring her in.
She smiles and nods. It's clear she's in love. It's equally
clear that Mierzwiak doesn't have a clue. Mary turns to leave.
MIERZWIAK
(looking up)
Mary...
MARY
(turning back)
Yes?
MIERZWIAK
Order me a pastrami for after?
MARY
Cole slaw, ice tea?
MIERZWIAK
(nodding)
Thanks.
MARY
Welcome, Howard.
She smiles and heads down the hall. Stan, 30's, tall, spindly,
and earnest in a lab coat pops out of a doorway.
STAN
Boo.
MARY
Hi.
She glances back nervously at Mierzwiak's open door.
STAN
Barely seen you all morning, kiddo.
He leans in to kiss her. She cranes her neck to keep him
off.
MARY
(reprimanding whisper)
Stan... c'mon...
STAN
Sorry. I just --
MARY
(somewhat guiltily)
It's just... y'know... I mean...
STAN
I know. Anyway --
MARY
Anyway, I've got to do my tap dance
here.
She indicates the door to the reception area. Stan nods.
STAN
See you later, alligator.
MARY
'kay.
STAN
Hey, if you're ordering lunch for
Mierzwiak, would you --
MARY
I better do this, Stan.
Stan nods again and Mary opens the door to the waiting room.
MARY
Ms. Kruczynski?
CLEMENTINE (O.S.)
Hi.
After a moment, Clementine appears in the doorway. Mary leads
her down the hall, not looking back.
MARY
(professionally
courteous)
How are you today?
CLEMENTINE
Okay, I guess.
MARY
(at Mierzwiak's office)
Here we are.
Mierzwiak steps out from behind his desk.
MIERZWIAK
Ms. Kruczynski, please come in.
Clementine enters the office. Mary smiles at Mierzwiak and
closes the door, leaving them alone.
INT. OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
Mierzwiak directs Clementine to a chair next to a coffee
table and a conspicuously placed box of tissues. Mierzwiak
sits across from her. He smiles.
MIERZWIAK
How are you today?
CLEMENTINE
Okay, I guess.
MIERZWIAK
(nodding
sympathetically)
Well, why don't you tell me what's
going on? Do you mind if I turn this
on?
He indicates a tape recorder.
CLEMENTINE
I don't care.
He turns it on, smiles at her, gestures for her to begin.
CLEMENTINE
Well, I've been having a bad time of
it with um, my boyfriend, I guess.
MIERZWIAK
You guess he's your boyfriend? Or
you guess you're having a bad time
with him?
CLEMENTINE
What? No. I don't like the term
boyfriend. It's so gay.
Mierzwiak nods. He's attentive, pleasant, and neutral
throughout.
CLEMENTINE
Maybe gay isn't the right word. But,
anyway, it's been rough with him...
whatever the fuck he is. Heheh. My
significant other... heh heh. And I
guess on a certain level, I want to
break it off, but I feel... y'know...
it's like this constant questioning
and re questioning. Do I end it?
Should I give it more time? I'm not
happy, but what do I expect?
Relationships require work. You know
the drill. The thing that I keep
coming back to is, I'm not getting
any younger, I want to have a baby...
at some point... maybe... right? So
then I think I should settle -- which
is not necessarily the best word --
I mean, he's a good guy. It's not
really settling. Then I think maybe
I'm just a victim of movies, y'know?
That I have some completely
unrealistic notion of what a
relationship can be. But then I think,
no, this is what I really want, so I
should allow myself the freedom to
go out and fucking find it. You know?
Agreed? But then I think he is a
good guy and... It's complicated.
Y'know?
MIERZWIAK
I think I know. I think we can help.
Why don't you start by telling me
about your relationship. Everything
you can think of. Everything about
him. Everything about you. And we'll
take it from there.
She nods, thinks.
CLEMENTINE
Um, well, he's a fucking tidy one --
EXT. COMMUTER TRAIN STATION
SUBTITLE: TWO WEEKS LATER
The platform is crowded with business commuters. Joel is
among them. He is in his 30's, gaunt, and holding a briefcase.
The platform across the tracks from him is empty. Suddenly
he turns and makes his way through the crowd. He climbs the
stairs, crosses the overpass to the empty platform. Soon an
almost empty train pulls up to that platform. Joel gets on
and watches the business commuters through the dirty window
as his train pulls out of the station.
EXT. MONTAUK TRAIN STATION - LATER
Joel talks on a phone. The wind howls around him. He tries
to shield the mouthpiece as he talks.
JOEL
Hi, Cindy. Joel. Listen, I'm not
feeling well this morning. No. Food
poisoning, I think. Sorry it took me
so long to call in, but I've been
vomiting.
EXT. BEACH - DAY
Joel wanders the windy, empty beach, with his briefcase. He
passes an old man with a metal detector. They nod at each
other.
Later: Joel looks out at the ocean.
Later: Joel sits on a rock and pulls out a notebook. He opens
it and writes with a gloved hand.
JOEL
January 13th, 2006. Today I skipped
work and took the train out to
Montauk.
(thinks)
It's cold.
(thinks some more)
The sky is gray.
(thinks some more)
I don't know what else to say. Nothing
happens. Nothing changes. I saw Naomi
last night. We had sex. It was weird
to fall into our old familiar sex
life so easily. Like no time has
passed. After two years apart suddenly
we're talking about getting together
again. I guess that's good.
He has no other thoughts. He glances up, spots a female figure
in the distance, walking in his direction. She stands out
against the gray in a fluorescent orange hooded sweatshirt.
It's Clementine. He watches her for a bit, then as she nears,
he goes back to his writing, or at least pretends to. Once
she passed, he watches her walk away. She stops and stares
out at the ocean. Joel writes.
JOEL
If I'm constitutionally incapable of
making eye-contact with a woman I
don't know. I guess I'd better get
back to Naomi.
Later: Joel walks up near the beach houses closed for the
season. He peeks cautiously in a dark window.
Later: Joel digs into the sand with a stick.
INT. DINER - DAY
It's a local tourist place, but off-season empty. Joel sits
in a booth and eats a grilled cheese sandwich and a bowl of
tomato soup. An elderly couple drink coffee at the counter.
Clementine enters, looks around, takes off her hood. Joel
glances at her bright blue hair. She picks an empty booth
and sits. Joel studies her discreetly. The waitress approaches
her with a coffee pot.
WAITRESS
Coffee?
CLEMENTINE
God, yes. You've saved my life!
The waitress pours the coffee.
WAITRESS
You know what you want yet?
CLEMENTINE
(laughing)
Ain't that the question of the
century.
The waitress is not amused.
CLEMENTINE
You got grilled cheese and tomato
soup?
WAITRESS
Yeah. We're having a run on it.
The waitress heads to the grill. Clementine fishes in her
bag, brings the coffee cup under the table for a moment,
pours something in, then brings the cup back up.
CLEMENTINE
(calling)
And some cream, please.
Clementine looks around the place. Her eyes meet Joel's before
he is able to look away. She smiles vaguely. He looks
embarrassed, then down at his journal. Clementine pulls a
book from her purse and starts to read. Joel glances up,
tries to see the cover. It's blue. He can't read the title.
EXT. BEACH - DAY
Joel stares out at the ocean. Far down the beach Clementine
stares at it, too. Joel glances sideways at her then back at
the ocean.
EXT. MONTAUK TRAIN STATION PLATFORM - LATE AFTERNOON
Joel sits on the bench waiting for a train. Clementine enters
the platform, sees Joel, the only other person there. She
waves, sort of goofily enthusiastic, playing as if they're
old friends. He waves back, embarrassed. She takes a seat on
a bench far down the platform. Joel stares at his hands,
pulls out his journal and tries to write in order to conceal
his awkwardness.
INT. TRAIN - A BIT LATER
Joel sits at the far end of the empty car and watches the
slowly passing desolate terrain. After a moment the door
between cars opens and Clementine enters. Joel looks up.
Clementine is not looking at him; she busies herself deciding
where to sit. She settles on a seat at the opposite end of
the car. Joel looks out the window. He feels her watching
him. The train is picking up speed. Finally:
CLEMENTINE
(calling over the
rumble)
Hi!
Joel looks over.
JOEL
I'm sorry.
CLEMENTINE
Why?
JOEL
Why what?
CLEMENTINE
Why are you sorry? I just said hi.
JOEL
No, I didn't know if you were talking
to me, so...
She looks around the empty car.
CLEMENTINE
Really?
JOEL
(embarrassed)
Well, I didn't want to assume.
CLEMENTINE
Aw, c'mon, live dangerously. Take
the leap and assume someone is talking
to you in an otherwise empty car.
JOEL
Anyway. Sorry. Hi.
Clementine makes her way down the aisle towards Joel.
CLEMENTINE
It's okay if I sit closer? So I don't
have to scream. Not that I don't
need to scream sometimes, believe
me.
(pause)
But I don't want to bug you if you're
trying to write or something.
JOEL
No, I mean, I don't know. I can't
really think of much to say probably.
CLEMENTINE
Oh. So...
She hesitates in the middle of the car, looks back where she
came from.
JOEL
I mean, it's okay if you want to sit
down here. I didn't mean to --
CLEMENTINE
No, I don't want to bug you if you're
trying to --
JOEL
It's okay, really.
CLEMENTINE
Just, you know, to chat a little,
maybe. I have a long trip ahead of
me.
(sits across aisle
from Joel)
How far are you going? On the train,
I mean, of course.
JOEL
Rockville Center.
CLEMENTINE
Get out! Me too! What are the odds?
JOEL
The weirder part is I think actually
I recognize you. I thought that
earlier in the diner. That's why I
was looking at you. You work at
Borders, right?
CLEMENTINE
Ucch, really? You're kidding. God.
Bizarre small world, huh? Yeah, that's
me: book slave there for, like, five
years now.
JOEL
Really? Because --
CLEMENTINE
Jesus, is it five years? I gotta
quit right now.
JOEL
-- because I go there all the time.
I don't think I ever saw you before.
CLEMENTINE
Well, I'm there. I hide in the back
as much as is humanly possible. You
have a cell phone? I need to quit
right this minute. I'll call in dead.
JOEL
I don't have one.
CLEMENTINE
I'll go on the dole. Like my daddy
before me.
JOEL
I noticed your hair. I guess it made
an impression on me, that's why I
was pretty sure I recognized you.
CLEMENTINE
Ah, the hair.
(pulls a strand in
front of her eyes,
studies it)
Blue, right? It's called Blue Ruin.
The color. Snappy name, huh?
JOEL
I like it.
CLEMENTINE
Blue ruin is cheap gin in case you
were wondering.
JOEL
Yeah. Tom Waits says it in --
CLEMENTINE
Exactly! Tom Waits. Which song?
JOEL
I can't remember.
CLEMENTINE
Anyway, this company makes a whole
line of colors with equally snappy
names. Red Menace, Yellow Fever,
Green Revolution. That'd be a job,
coming up with those names. How do
you get a job like that? That's what
I'll do. Fuck the dole.
JOEL
I don't really know how --
CLEMENTINE
Purple Haze, Pink Eraser.
JOEL
You think that could possibly be a
full time job? How many hair colors
could there be?
CLEMENTINE
(pissy)
Someone's got that job.
(excited)
Agent Orange! I came up with that
one. Anyway, there are endless color
possibilities and I'd be great at
it.
JOEL
I'm sure you would.
CLEMENTINE
My writing career! Your hair written
by Clementine Kruczynski.
(thought)
The Tom Waits album is Rain Dogs.
JOEL
You sure? That doesn't sound --
CLEMENTINE
I think. Anyway, I've tried all their
colors. More than once. I'm getting
too old for this. But it keeps me
from having to develop an actual
personality. I apply my personality
in a paste. You?
JOEL
Oh, I doubt that's the case.
CLEMENTINE
Well, you don't know me, so... you
don't know, do you?
JOEL
Sorry. I was just trying to be nice.
CLEMENTINE
Yeah, I got it.
There's a silence.
CLEMENTINE
My name's Clementine, by the way.
JOEL
I'm Joel.
CLEMENTINE
No jokes about my name? Oh, you
wouldn't do that; you're trying to
be nice.
JOEL
I don't know any jokes about your
name.
CLEMENTINE
Huckleberry Hound?
JOEL
I don't know what that means.
CLEMENTINE
Huckleberry Hound! What, are you
nuts?
JOEL
I'm not nuts.
CLEMENTINE
(singing)
Oh my darlin', oh my darlin', oh my
darlin' Clementine? No?
JOEL
Sorry. It's a pretty name, though.
It means "merciful", right?
CLEMENTINE
(impressed)
Yeah. Although it hardly fits. I'm a
vindictive little bitch, truth be
told.
JOEL
See, I wouldn't think that about
you.
CLEMENTINE
(pissy)
Why wouldn't you think that about
me?
JOEL
Oh. I don't know. I was just... I
don't know. I was... You seemed nice,
so --
CLEMENTINE
Now I'm nice? Don't you know any
other adjectives? There's careless
and snotty and overbearing and
argumentative... mumpish.
JOEL
Well, anyway... Sorry.
They sit in silence for a while.
CLEMENTINE
I just don't think "nice" is a
particularly interesting thing to
be.
The conductor enters the car.
CONDUCTOR
Tickets.
Joel hands the conductor his ticket. The conductor punches
it and hands it back.
CLEMENTINE
What is nice, anyway? I mean, besides
an adjective? I guess it can be an
adverb, sort of.
The conductor turns to Clementine. She fishes in her bag.
CLEMENTINE
It doesn't reveal anything. Nice is
pandering. Cowardly. And life is
more interesting than that. Or should
be. Jesus God, I hope it is...
someday.
(to conductor)
I know it's here.
The conductor and Joel watch as she gets more agitated.
CLEMENTINE
I don't need nice. I don't need myself
to be it and I don't need anyone
else to be it at me.
JOEL
Okay.
CLEMENTINE
Shit. Shit. I know it's here. Hold
on.
She dumps the contents of the bag onto the seat and sifts
frantically through. Joel sees the book she was reading in
the diner. It's The Play by Stephen Dixon.
CLEMENTINE
Damn it. DAMN IT!
(there it is)
Oh. Here.
She hands the conductor the tickets, smiles sweetly. He
punches it, hands it back to her, and walks away.
CONDUCTOR
Next stop Southampton.
The conductor heads into the next car. Clementine shoves
stuff back into her purse. Her hands are a little shaky. She
pulls a airline-sized bottle of alcohol from her pocket,
opens it, and downs it. Joel is watching all of this but
pretending not to. She looks out the window for a while. The
train pulls into the station. The doors open. Nobody gets
on. The doors close. The train pulls out.
CLEMENTINE
Joel? It's Joel, right?
JOEL
Yes?
CLEMENTINE
I'm sorry I... yelled at you. Was it
yelling? I can't really tell.
Whatever, I'm a little out of sorts
today.
JOEL
That's okay.
CLEMENTINE
(stares out window)
My embarrassing admission is I really
like that you're nice. Right now,
anyway. I can't tell from one moment
to the next what I'm going to like.
But right now I'm glad you said,
"that's okay" to me. That was nice
of you.
JOEL
It's no problem. Anyway, I have some
stuff I need to --
CLEMENTINE
Oh, okay. Well, sure, I'll just...
(stands, throws bag
over shoulder)
Take care, then.
JOEL
(pulling journal from
briefcase)
Probably see you at the book store.
CLEMENTINE
(heading toward other
end of car)
Unless I get that hair-color-naming
job.
Clementine sits and stares out the window.
INT. TRAIN - LATER
There are a few more people in the car now. Clementine has
inched a few seats closer to Joel. She watches him. His head
is immersed in his journal.
INT. TRAIN - LATER
It's dark out. The train is pretty crowded. Joel stares out
the window. Clementine sits closer still to Joel, eyes him.
EXT. TRAIN STATION - EVENING
The doors open and Joel emerges along with others. He heads
to the parking lot, arrives at the car. There's a big dented
scrape along the driver's side. He gets in.
INT. CAR - MOMENTS LATER
Joel drives. He passes Clementine walking. She looks cold.
He considers, slows, rolls down his window.
JOEL
Hi. I could give you a ride if you
need.
CLEMENTINE
No, that's okay. Thanks, though.
JOEL
You're sure? It's cold.
CLEMENTINE
I don't want to take you out of your
way.
JOEL
It's okay.
CLEMENTINE
Yeah?
He pulls over. She climbs in. They drive.
JOEL
Where do you live?
CLEMENTINE
You're not a stalker or anything,
right?
JOEL
Well, I probably wouldn't say if I
were, but no.
CLEMENTINE
You can't be too careful. I've been
stalked. I've been told I'm highly
stalkable. I don't need that.
JOEL
I'm not a stalker.
CLEMENTINE
(beat)
You know Wilmont?
JOEL
Yeah.
CLEMENTINE
Wilmont. Near the high school.
Joel turns. They drive in silence.
CLEMENTINE
Look, I'm very sorry I came off sort
of nutso. I'm not really.
JOEL
It's okay. I didn't think you were.
There's a silence.
CLEMENTINE
So you like bookstores, huh?
JOEL
I like to read.
CLEMENTINE
Me too. It is Rain Dogs, by the way.
JOEL
Yeah? I can't remember that album
very well. I remember liking it. But --
CLEMENTINE
The song's 9th and Hennepin. I spent
most of the train ride trying to
remember. "Till you're full of rag
water and bitters and blue ruin/And
you spill out/Over the side to anyone
who'll listen." Remember?
JOEL
Sort of, um...
CLEMENTINE
Remember? "And you take on the dreams
of the ones who have slept there/And
I'm lost in the window/I hide on the
stairway/I hang in the curtain/I
sleep in your hat..."
(starts to cry)
Oh, shit. I'm so stupid. Sorry.
JOEL
What?
CLEMENTINE
I'm just a bit of a wreck. "I sleep
in your hat" makes me cry.
(pointing to a house)
Me.
Joel pulls over.
CLEMENTINE
Thanks very much. That was very nice
of you.
JOEL
Well, I wouldn't want to be --
CLEMENTINE
Oh, geez, I'm full of shit. I already
told you that.
(pause)
Anyway. See Ya.
Clementine opens the car door.
JOEL
Take care.
CLEMENTINE
(turning back)
Hey, do you want to have a drink? I
have lots of drinks. And I could --
JOEL
Um --
CLEMENTINE
Never mind. Sorry, that was stupid.
I'm embarrassed. Good night, Joel.
INT. CLEMENTINE'S APARTMENT - A FEW MINUTES LATER
Joel stands in the living room, somewhat nervously. He tries
to calm himself by focusing on the surroundings. He looks at
the books on her shelves. Clementine is in the kitchen. We
see her as she passes by the doorway several times, preparing
drinks and chatting.
CLEMENTINE
Thanks. I like it, too. Been here
about four years. It's really cheap.
My downstairs neighbor is old so
she's quiet, which is great. And the
landlord's sweet, which is bizarre,
but great, and I have a little porch
in the back, which is great, because
I can read there, and listen to my
crickets and...
Clementine is in the living room now with two gin and tonics.
CLEMENTINE
Two blue ruins...
Joel is looking at a framed black and white photograph of
crows flying.
CLEMENTINE
You like that?
JOEL
Very much.
CLEMENTINE
This... someone gave that to me,
just like, recently. I like it, too.
I like crows. I think I used to be a
crow.
She caws and hands Joel a drink.
JOEL
Thanks. That was good, that crow
sound.
CLEMENTINE
Do you believe in that stuff?
Reincarnation?
JOEL
I don't know.
CLEMENTINE
Me neither. Oh, there's an inscription
on the back.
(takes it off the
wall, reads:)
The way a crow/Shook down on me/The
dust of snow/From a hemlock tree/Has
given my heart/A change of mood/And
saved some part/Of a day I rued.
JOEL
Frost?
CLEMENTINE
(impressed)
Yeah. I'm not, like, a Robert Frost
lover by any stretch. His stuff seems
strictly grade school to me. But
this made me cry for some reason.
Maybe because it is grade school.
Y'know?
JOEL
It's pretty.
CLEMENTINE
I miss grade school. I don't know
why I'm calling it grade school all
of a sudden. When I went we called
it elementary school. But I like
grade school better. Sounds like
something someone from the forties
would call it. I'd like to be from
then. Everyone wore hats. Anyway,
cheers!
JOEL
Cheers.
They click glasses. Clementine giggles and takes a big gulp
of her drink. Joel sips. She plops down on the couch and
pulls her boots off.
CLEMENTINE
God, that feels so fucking good.
Take yours off.
JOEL
I'm fine.
CLEMENTINE
Yeah? Well, have a seat, anyway.
Joel sits in a chair across the room. Clementine finishes
her drink.
CLEMENTINE
Ready for another?
JOEL
No, I'm okay for now.
She heads toward the kitchen with her glass.
CLEMENTINE
Well, I'm ready. Put some music on.
Joel crosses to the CD's and studies them.
JOEL
What do you want to hear?
CLEMENTINE (O.S.)
You pick it.
JOEL
You just say. I'm not really --
CLEMENTINE (O.S.)
I don't know! I can't see them from
here, Joel! Just pick something good.
Joel studies the unfamiliar CD's. He picks up Bang On a Can
performing Brian Eno's Music for Airports to look at.
Clementine reenters with her drink.
CLEMENTINE
Oh, excellent choice.
She grabs it and sticks it in the CD player. The music is
dreamy and haunting and slow. Clementine falls back onto the
couch, closes her eyes and sips her drink.
CLEMENTINE
Mmmmmmm. Way to go, Joel. You pick
good.
Joel sits down in his chair and drinks. There's a silence,
which seems fine to Clementine but makes Joel anxious.
JOEL
Well, I should probably get going.
CLEMENTINE
No, stay. Just for a little while.
(opens her eyes,
brightly)
Refill?
JOEL
No. I --
CLEMENTINE
I know a man who needs a refill.
She grabs Joel's drink from his hand, takes it into the
kitchen.
CLEMENTINE
God bless alcohol, is what I say.
Where would I be without it. Oh,
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, maybe I
don't want to think about that.
She giggles. Joel looks around the room again. There are
several potatoes dressed as women in beautiful handmade
costumes: a nurse potato, a stripper potato, a schoolteacher
potato, a housewife potato. Clementine returns with Joel's
drink and a refill for herself.
JOEL
Thanks.
CLEMENTINE
Drink up, young man. It'll make the
whole seduction part less repugnant.
Joel looks a little alarmed.
CLEMENTINE
I'm just kidding. C'mon.
She sits back on the couch, closes her eyes. Joel watches
her, looks at her breasts. She opens her eyes, smiles
drunkenly at him.
CLEMENTINE
Y'know, I'm sort of psychic.
JOEL
Yeah?
CLEMENTINE
Well, I go to a psychic and she's
always telling me I'm psychic. She
should know. Do you believe in that
stuff?
JOEL
I don't know.
CLEMENTINE
Me neither. But sometimes I have
premonitions, so, I don't know. Maybe
that's just coincidence. Right?
Y'know, you think something and then
it happens, or you think a word and
then someone says it? Y'know?
JOEL
Yeah, I don't know. It's hard to
know.
CLEMENTINE
Exactly. Exactly! That's exactly my
feeling about it. It's hard to know.
Like, okay, but how many times do I
think something and it doesn't happen?
That's what you're saying, right?
You forget about those times. Right?
JOEL
Yeah, I guess.
CLEMENTINE
(dreamy beat)
But I think I am. I like to think I
am.
CLEMENTINE
It's helpful to think there's some
order to things. You're kind of closed
mouthed, aren't you?
JOEL
Sorry. My life isn't that interesting.
I go to work. I go home. I don't
know what to say.
CLEMENTINE
Oh.
(considers this)
Does that make you sad? Or anxious?
I'm always anxious thinking I'm not
living my life to the fullest, y'know?
Taking advantage of every possibility?
Just making sure that I'm not wasting
one second of the little time I have.
JOEL
I think about that.
She looks at him really hard for a long moment. Joel tries
to hold her gaze, but can't. He looks down at his drink.
Clementine starts to cry again.
CLEMENTINE
You're really nice. I'm sorry I yelled
at you before about it. God, I'm an
idiot.
JOEL
I do have a tendency to use that
word too much.
CLEMENTINE
I like you. That's the thing about
my psychic thing. I think that's my
greatest psychic power, that I get a
sense about people. My problem is I
never trust it. But I get it. And
with you I get that you're a really
good guy.
JOEL
Thanks.
CLEMENTINE
And, anyway, you sell yourself short.
I can tell. There's a lot of stuff
going on in your brain. I can tell.
My goal... can I tell you my goal?
JOEL
Yeah.
CLEMENTINE
(ala Paul Simon)
What's the goal, Joel?
(laughs)
My goal, Joel, is to just let it
flow through me? Do you know what I
mean? It's like, there's all these
emotions and ideas and they come
quick and they change and they leave
and they come back in a different
form and I think we're all taught we
should be consistent. Y'know? You
love someone -- that's it. Forever.
You choose to do something with your
life -- that's it, that's what you
do. It's a sign of maturity to stick
with that and see things through.
And my feeling is that's how you
die, because you stop listening to
what is true, and what is true is
constantly changing. You know?
JOEL
Yeah. I think so. It's hard to --
CLEMENTINE
Like I wanted to talk to you. I didn't
need any more reason to do it. Who
knows what bigger cosmic reason might
exist?
JOEL
Yeah.
CLEMENTINE
You're very nice. God, I have to
stop saying that. You're nervous
around me, huh?
JOEL
No.
CLEMENTINE
I'm nervous. You don't need to be
nervous around me, though. I like
you. Do you think I'm repulsively
fat?
JOEL
No, not at all.
CLEMENTINE
I don't either. I used to. But I'm
through with that. Y'know, if I don't
love my body, then I'm just lost.
You know? With all the wrinkles and
scars and the general falling apart
that's coming 'round the bend.
(beat)
So, I've been seeing this guy...
Joel looks slightly crestfallen.
CLEMENTINE
(off his reaction)
Well, for the last week, anyway!
He's kind of a kid. Kind of a
goofball, but he's really stuck on
me, which is flattering. Who wouldn't
like that? And he's, like, a dope,
but he says these smart and moving
things sometimes, out of nowhere,
that just break my heart. He's the
one who gave me that crow photograph.
JOEL
Oh, yeah.
CLEMENTINE
That made me cry. But, anyway, we
went up to Boston, because I had
this urge to lie on my back on the
Charles River. It gets frozen this
time of year.
JOEL
That's scary sounding.
CLEMENTINE
Exactly! I used to do it in college
and I had this urge to go do it again,
so I got Patrick and we drove all
night to get there and he was sweet
and said nice things to me, but I
was really disappointment to be there
with him. Y'know? And that's where
psychic stuff comes in. Like, it
just isn't right with him. Y'know?
JOEL
I think so.
CLEMENTINE
I don't believe in that soulmate
crap anymore, but... he says so many
great things. We like the same
writers. This writer Stephen Dixon
he turned me on to. And he's cute.
It's fucked up. Joel, you should
come up to the Charles with me
sometime.
JOEL
Okay.
CLEMENTINE
Yeah? Oh, great!
She sits closer to him.
CLEMENTINE
I'll pack a picnic -- a night picnic --
night picnics are different -- and --
JOEL
(shy)
Sounds good. But right now I should
go.
CLEMENTINE
(pause)
You should stay.
JOEL
I have to get up early in the morning
tomorrow, so...
CLEMENTINE
(beat)
Okay.
Joel puts on his overcoat. Clementine heads to the phone
table, pulls out a notepad.
CLEMENTINE
I would like you to call me. Would
you do that? I would like that.
JOEL
Yes.
She scribbles her phone number, hands it to him. He puts it
in his pocket. He stands there uncomfortably for a moment,
then forces himself to speak.
JOEL
I don't think your personality comes
out of a tube. I think the hair is
just... a pretty topping.
She tears up, swallows, and kisses him on the cheek. He's
surprised and pleased and nervous.
JOEL
(shyly formal)
So, I enjoyed meeting you.
CLEMENTINE
You'll call me, right?
JOEL
Yeah.
CLEMENTINE
When?
JOEL
Tomorrow?
CLEMENTINE
Tonight. Just to test out the phone
lines and all.
JOEL
Okay.
We stay with Clementine as she watches Joel tromping through
the snow and getting in his car.
INT. JOEL'S CAR - NIGHT
Joel speeds through the suburban Rockville Center
neighborhood. There is no snow on the ground. He seems
different, somehow foggy and disoriented.
SUBTITLE: THREE DAYS EARLIER
He arrives at his apartment building and parks.
EXT. JOEL'S APARTMENT BUILDING - CONTINUOUS
Joel gets out of his car, spots a van parked across the
street. There are two dark figures inside.
VOICE-OVER
Them.
He hurries inside the building.
INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Joel enters, dumps his overcoat on a chair, turns off the
lights, crosses to look furtively out the window. It's snowing
in large flakes which seem to fall only in the beam of a
streetlight.
JOEL
It was snowing.
VOICE-OVER
There are two of them. Couldn't make
them out. The orange glow of a
cigarette.
Joel squints to see inside the van. Two dark figures talk.
One sucks on a cigarette and a dim orange light momentarily
illuminates the interior. The figure in the driver seat rolls
down his window and gives a cheery wave to Joel.
JOEL
The driver waved. So casual, friendly.
VOICE-OVER
I'm like a joke to them.
Joel pulls away from the window, his face blanched.
VOICE-OVER
I guess they figure they can act
like they want. They don't have to
worry about me remembering.
He paces, mulling things over. As he does, the scene starts
to change, almost as if it is drying out.
JOEL
I might be making a mistake.
VOICE-OVER
Maybe I'm making a mistake. Maybe I
just need to learn to live with this.
First of all, I'll get over it.
Secondly, it happened. Those who do
not remember history are condemned
to repeat it. Who said that?
Churchill? I'm not sure. But I don't
care. She did it to me. I have to
rid myself of this. Fuck her.
JOEL
Fuck you, Clementine.
The colors bleach, the surroundings become slightly vague.
Even Joel's persona and voice-over seem to alter, his
emotional intensity becoming diffused. Joel does not seem
aware of this. He stops pacing, takes a small vial from his
pocket, dumps the lone pill onto his palm. He looks at it.
It's pink. There's some illegible initials stamped on it.
JOEL
Pink.
(beat)
There was a number on it. I remember.
AL 1718?
(beat)
I have to follow through with this.
I have no choice.
VOICE-OVER
The pill was pink, I remember. It
had some letters and numbers on it.
What were they? AL 1718? AL something.
Four digits. I don't like taking
pills when I don't know what they
are. I have no choice.
He swallows it, peeks out the window again, takes off his
clothes, slips into a pair of pajamas fresh from the store
packaging. He sits on the edge of the bed, dials the phone.
JOEL
We're sorry, the number you have
dialed...
(beat)
Screw you, Clementine, for doing
this ...
RECORDED VOICE
We're sorry, the number you have
dialed is no longer in service. If
you think you have reached this
recording in error --
JOEL
Bye.
Joel hangs up and lies on his back on the bed. By now the
scene is lifeless, almost a husk. He hears the apartment
building door open. He hears footsteps.
JOEL
It's them.
VOICE-OVER
It's too late.
His eyelids are getting heavy. He closes his eyes.
BLACK.
He hears a key in his apartment door.
JOEL
Fuck.
INT. BOOKSTORE - NIGHT
Joel sits in the bookstore coffee shop. It's a jarring
transition, visually and emotionally. Joel is in the midst
of some traumatic state of mind. He fingers the vial with
the pink pill in it as he watches Clementine stack books on
shelves. Her hair is bright orange now.
JOEL
I should maybe talk to you.
VOICE-OVER
Clementine. I should just maybe talk
to her.
Joel rises and heads toward Clementine.
JOEL
I love you and if you knew that...
if I told you what happened... I'll
explain everything, what we meant to
each other. I'll tell you everything
about our time together. You'll know
everything again and...
VOICE-OVER
Maybe if I just explain what happened,
I wouldn't have to go through this
and I could tell you everything and
it would be like you knew and we
could rebuild and we could be happy
again and...
Right before Joel gets there, Patrick, a skinny young man
approaches Clementine. Joel stops, watches. The young man
seems out of breath. He glances over at Joel, then taps
Clementine on the shoulder. She turns, annoyed, sees who it
is and her face lights up.
JOEL
Clementine.
VOICE-OVER
That's your look for me.
Clementine giggles, stands and pokes Patrick playfully in
the ribs.
PATRICK
I just thought I'd say hi. I was in
the neighborhood.
CLEMENTINE
You were not.
PATRICK
I was not.
Joel is mesmerized by their familiarity. As he stands there,
the scene starts to dry out. Clementine and Patrick continue
their flirtation but it's turning lifeless, as if they are
just reciting lines. The bookstore start to lose its color
and immediacy.
CLEMENTINE
Come over after I'm done here?
PATRICK
I can't. I want to, but I have to
study.
CLEMENTINE
You rat.
PATRICK
I really want to, but tonight's
important. Test tomorrow.
JOEL
How could she have done this to me?
How could anyone do this to anyone?
CLEMENTINE
(to Patrick)
You didn't say anything about my
hair.
PATRICK
It's so cool. You're by far the most
sensational person in the room.
CLEMENTINE
In the room?
PATRICK
In the world.
Joel seems dazed, in some sort of dream confusion, as he
realizes the world around him is looking increasingly odd.
JOEL
What's happening here?
(looks at watch; it's
9:30)
Oh, God! I have to go home. They'll
be there soon.
Joel turns to leave.
INT. JOEL'S CAR - NIGHT
Joel drives fast, recklessly. The intensity is back. He's
weeping as he drives.
JOEL
Gotta get home. How could she do
this to me? How could she not care
about what we meant to each other.
What a fuck! What a fucking monster
she is!
VOICE-OVER
Oh, God. I miss her. I can't believe
she's with that guy now! I'm never
going to see her again. I love her
so much. What a fucking monster she
is!
The scene is faded as he parks in front of his apartment
building, and gets out of the car. Joel spots the parked
van. We've seen this before, but it's dried out now.
JOEL
Them.
EXT. NEW YORK STREET - DAY
Joel trudges along carrying two big trash bags full of stuff.
He's been crying. He looks behind him and finds himself
looking out the window of his apartment at the dark van on
the snowy street. He turns back to the New York Street and
spots the address he was looking for: 610 11th Avenue.
INT. WAITING ROOM - DAY
Joel sits in the small room with his bags. A woman across
from him cradles a box full of belongings in her lap. Her
eyes are red from crying. Mary, the receptionist, pokes her
head through her window into the waiting room.
MARY
Hello again, Mr. Barish. Good, you've
got your stuff.
INT. HALLWAY - DAY
Joel walks with his bags behind Mary.
MARY
(not looking back)
How are you today?
(at lab)
Here we are.
INT. LABORATORY - DAY
Joel enters. Mierzwiak stands there with Stan in his lab
coat.
MIERZWIAK
Ah, Mr. Barish. This is Stan. He'll
be in charge of your procedure
tonight.
Stan nods professionally.
STAN
Mr. Barish.
JOEL
How exactly is this going to work
tonight?
As Mierzwiak talks, the room colors start to fade, Mierzwiak's
tone of voice is also affected; it becomes dry and monotonous.
MIERZWIAK
We'll start with your most recent
memories and go backwards -- There
is an emotional core to each of our
memories -- As we eradicate this
core, it starts its degradation
process -- By the time you wake up
in the morning, all memories we've
targeted will have withered and
disappeared. Like a dream upon waking.
JOEL
Is there any sort of risk of brain
damage?
MIERZWIAK
Well, technically, the procedure
itself is brain damage, but on a par
with a night of heavy drinking.
Nothing you'll miss.
Joel looks quizzically at the eroding environment. Suddenly
he gets it.
JOEL
It's happening now! I'm already in
my brain.
Mierzwiak looks at the fading room.
MIERZWIAK
Yes, I suppose you are.
(back in his faded
memory persona)
So, let's get started -- If we want
the procedure underway tonight, we
have some work to do.
Joel is sitting in a chair. Electrodes connect him to some
electronic machinery monitored by Stan. Mierzwiak watches
from the corner.
STAN
We use the articles you brought to
create a map of Clementine in your
brain. Tonight while you sleep we'll
be able to trace the map and erase.
JOEL
But you're tracing and erasing now.
It's already started. I'm home in my
bed.
Stan pulls a snow globe from one of Joel's bags, shows it to
Joel. The equipment registers Joel's reaction.
STAN
Very good.
Stan pulls out a potato dressed as a Vegas showgirl. Joel
studies it. The machines register his response.
MIERZWIAK
We'll dispose of these mementos when
we're done here. That way you won't
be confused later by their
unexplainable presence in your home.
Stan pulls out a coffee mug with a photo of Clementine printed
on it. Joel looks at the cup. The machines record his
reaction.
STAN
Good. We're getting healthy read-
outs.
The room, Stan, and Mierzwiak are now vague and wispy.
STAN'S VOICE
Patrick, do me a favor --
Joel is watching Stan. Stan is not speaking, yet his voice
continues.
STAN'S VOICE
-- and check the voltage levels, I'm
not wiping as clean as I would like
here.
Joel looks up. Stan's voice seems to be coming from above.
INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Joel lies on his back in fresh pajamas. His eyes are closed
and electrodes connect his head to several machines. The
machines are operated by Stan, now in grubby street clothes
and in need of a shave, and by Patrick, dressed similarly.
The monitor on one of the machines traces a myriad of light
blips running like streams through an image of Joel's brain.
Stan presses buttons and operates a joystick, aiming for the
lines. Patrick (who we saw earlier with Clementine at the
bookstore) studies a meter on one of the machines.
PATRICK
The voltage looks fine.
STAN
Then check the connections.
Patrick fiddles with some jacks.
PATRICK
Does that help?
STAN
Yeah, that looks better. Thanks.
INT. LAB ROOM - DAY
The memory is becoming vague, characters' affects flat.
Stan pulls out a pile of loose-leaf pages. Mierzwiak smiles.
MIERZWIAK
Ah, your journal. This will be
invaluable.
STAN
(reading)
December 15th, 2004. I met someone
tonight. Oh, Christ: I don't know
what to do. Her name is Clementine
and she's amazing. So alive and
spontaneous and passionate and
sensitive. Things with Naomi and I
have been stagnant for so long.
The scene is just a shell of itself as Stan rattles on.
STAN'S VOICE
I think we got this one. Let's push
on.
Joel looks up at the ceiling.
INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - DAY
Joel, snapped into a new memory, cries as he fills two large
plastic garbage bags with mementos of his relationship with
Clementine. There are funny little gifts, wind-up toys, some
potatoes dressed as women, some clothing Clementine has left
there, some CD's. He pulls a big clump of pages out of his
loose-leaf journal and dumps them in the bag.
He gets some clean loose-leaf paper and writes:
December 15, 2004. Nothing much happened today. I stayed
home. Naomi worked on her dissertation.
The scene is fading as he continues to write.
INT. HALLWAY - DAY
Joel looks for an office number. He finds it. The plaque on
the door reads Lacuna Ltd. Joel enters.
INT. WAITING ROOM - DAY
Joel enters the Lacuna waiting room. Mary sits in the
reception area.
MARY
May I help you?
JOEL
My name is Joel Barish. I have an
appointment.
MARY
Please have a seat. Dr. Mierzwiak
will be right with you.
INT. OFFICE HALL - DAY
Mary leads Joel down the hall.
MARY
(without turning)
How are you today?
JOEL
Not great.
MARY
(at Mierzwiak's office)
Here we are.
Joel glimpses Mary smiling coquettishly at Mierzwiak.
INT. MIERZWIAK'S OFFICE - DAY
Joel and Mierzwiak are in the sitting area. Joel looks at
the tape recorder.
MIERZWIAK
I'm sorry you saw one of our
notification cards. You never should
have.
JOEL
Well... I did.
MIERZWIAK
We can help you through this. Why
don't you start now by telling me
everything you can remember about
your relationship with Clementine.
JOEL
(thinks, then:)
It was a mess. I don't know how it
got this way...
PATRICK'S VOICE
It's kind of a dump, don't you think?
Joel looks up, trying to locate the voice.
INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Patrick is checking out the apartment. Stan monitors the
equipment.
STAN
(uninterested)
It's an apartment.
PATRICK
Not a dump, then, but kind of plain.
Uninspired. And there's a stale smell.
Sort of stuffy. I don't know. Stuffy.
STAN
Patrick, let's just get through this.
We have a long night ahead of us.
PATRICK
Yeah.
Patrick returns to the bedside, focuses on the machines for
a moment. He glances at the unconscious Joel.
PATRICK
So who do you think is better-looking,
me or this guy?
Stan glances sideways at Patrick.
INT. MIERZWIAK'S OFFICE - DAY
Mierzwiak sits with Joel in the sitting area.
MIERZWIAK
So we'll need you to go home and
bring in everything you ever received
from Clementine and anything that
might remind you of her...
The scene is faded and disappearing fast. It's gone.
INT. JOEL'S OFFICE - DAY
Joel gets off the elevator and approaches the receptionist.
JOEL
So then she just stops calling.
VOICE-OVER
I wasn't going to call her. Not after
the way she was.
JOEL
Any messages, Carmen?
Carmen the receptionist shakes her head.
Next day: Joel approaches the receptionist.
JOEL
Any messages for me, Carmen.
CARMEN
Nothing, Joel.
VOICE-OVER
It's bullshit. She's punishing me
for being honest with her.
Joel is at his office desk on the phone.
PHONE MACHINE VOICE
You have no messages.
INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Joel enters, checks his phone machine: zero messages.
INT. JOEL'S OFFICE - DAY
Joel gets off the elevator, approaches Carmen, who is in
conversation with someone else.
JOEL
Sorry, Carmen. Any messages?
Carmen shakes her head "no", goes back to her conversation.
INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Joel checks his machine: zero messages.
VOICE-OVER
That's it. I'm just gonna--
Without a moment's hesitation, he dials the phone.
VOICE-OVER
I'm gonna tell her I'm through playing
games and --
RECORDED VOICE
The number you have dialed has been
disconnected.
Joel's eyes bug.
INT. ROB AND CARRIE'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Joel sits across Rob and Carrie, mid-40's.
JOEL
Why would she do that?
VAGUE RECORDED VOICE
-- If you think you have reached
this recording in error, please check
your number and dial again.
CARRIE
I don't know, honey. It's horrible.
JOEL
She's punishing me for being honest.
I should just go to her house.
ROB
I don't think you should go there,
Joel.
JOEL
Yeah, I don't want to seem desperate.
CARRIE
Maybe you need to look at this as a
sign to move on. Just make a clean
break.
JOEL
I don't know. I'm so... I can't
believe she'd be so goddamn immature!
ROB
Joel, look, the thing is --
CARRIE
(agitated, interrupting)
Joel, honey... We have to feed the
dog. Would you just wait here? Just
a second.
Joel nods, confused, as Rob and Carrie leave the room and
close the door behind them. Joel hears a hushed argument
ensue in the hall. He notices the dog asleep on the floor.
He grabs a magazine off the coffee table, flips through it
distractedly as he paces, puts it down, picks up another. A
subscription card falls to the floor. He picks it up and is
about to shove it back in the magazine when he sees it is
not a subscription card at all. It reads:
Clementine Kruczynski has had Joel Barish erased from her
memory. Please never mention their relationship to her again.
Thank you. Lacuna Ltd. 610 11th Avenue, NY, NY.
Joel stares at the card, incredulous.
Later: Rob and Carrie are now back in the room.
CARRIE
You weren't supposed to see that.
JOEL
They can't erase memories. It's a
joke. It's a nasty Clementine hoax.
CARRIE
Sweetie, we called the company.
Joel just stands there.
Close-up of a vague dictionary page.
VOICE-OVER
Lacuna: Noun. A blank, a missing
portion, especially in a manuscript.
INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Joel is on the phone pacing.
CARRIE'S VOICE
You can't tell her, Joel. They
explained that. Like waking a
sleepwalker. It might have a
devastating effect.
INT. JOEL'S CAR - NIGHT
Joel drives past vague local landmark.
CARRIE'S VOICE
Think about it: to be told you lived
an existence of which you have no
recollection.
JOEL'S VOICE
But what am I supposed to do?
CARRIE'S VOICE
Move on, sweetie.
JOEL'S VOICE
How can I? How can I move on when I
know I'm the only one to carry this
love we had? How do I do that?
INT. CAR - NIGHT
Joel in his parked car next to a fence surrounding a drive-
in movie closed for the season. He weeps. The windows fog up
until the outside is completely obscured.
EXT. NEW YORK STREET - DAY
Joel looks for an address.
INT. ELEVATOR - DAY
Joel gets off on the sixth floor. He searches for a room
number. As he turns the corner, he sees that the hallway is
faded, vague and mostly erased. He keeps walking, comes to
the door marked Lacuna and opens it. Inside he can see vague,
erased version of Mary the receptionist.
MARY
(dead monotone)
Hi, May I help you?
These degraded, faded memories allow Joel to detach himself
and hear what's going on in his bedroom.
STAN'S VOICE
So, Mary's coming over tonight.
Joel looks up.
INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Stan works the joystick. Patrick sits on the bed with Joel.
PATRICK
Yeah?
STAN
Just wanted to let you know.
PATRICK
I like Mary. I like when she comes
to visit. I just don't think she
likes me.
STAN
She likes you okay.
PATRICK
I wonder if I should invite my
girlfriend over, too. I have a
girlfriend now.
STAN
You can if you want.
PATRICK
Did I tell you I have a new
girlfriend?
STAN
(re: memory on monitor)
This one's history. Moving on...
PATRICK
The thing is... my situation is a
little weird. My girlfriend situation.
STAN
Patrick, we need to focus.
Stan aims the joystick.
INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Joel distractedly reads a book, checks the clock, goes back
to the book. The door opens. He looks up. Clementine is
staggering in, drunk.
CLEMENTINE
Yo ho ho!
JOEL
It's three.
VOICE-OVER
Shit. The last time I saw you.
CLEMENTINE
Anyhoo, sweetie, I done a bad thing.
I kinda sorta wrecked your car...
JOEL
I can't believe you wrecked my car.
You're driving drunk. It's pathetic.
CLEMENTINE
...a little. I was a little tipsy.
Don't call me pathetic.
JOEL
Well it is pathetic. And fucking
irresponsible. You could've killed
somebody.
The scene is starting to degrade. The acting becomes anemic.
JOEL
I don't know, maybe you did kill
somebody.
CLEMENTINE
Oh Christ I didn't kill anybody.
It's just a fucking dent. You're
like some old lady or something.
VOICE-OVER
Right! She called me an old lady
here, too! And I remember, I said...
JOEL
And what are you like? A wino?
CLEMENTINE
A wino? Jesus, Are you from the
fifties? A wino!
(laughs)
Face it, Joel. You're freaked out
because I was out late without you,
and in your little wormy brain, you're
trying to figure out, did she fuck
someone tonight?
JOEL
No, see, Clem, I assume you fucked
someone tonight. Isn't that how you
get people to like you?
This shuts Clementine up. She is stung and she starts
gathering up her belongings, which are strewn about the
apartment. Joel is immediately sorry he said this. He follows
her around.
JOEL
I'm sorry. Okay. I didn't mean that.
I just... I was just... pissed, I
guess.
Clementine is out the door. Joel follows.
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
Joel looks at his dented car, looks at Clementine clomping
off in the distance.
INT. JOEL'S CAR - CONTINUOUS
Joel drives to catch up with Clementine. He rolls down his
window to talk to her.
JOEL
Let me drive you home.
CLEMENTINE
(without turning)
Fuck you, Joel. Faggot.
JOEL
Look at it out here. It's falling
apart. I'm erasing you. And I'm happy.
She keeps clomping.
JOEL
You did it to me. I can't believe
you did this to me. By morning you'll
be gone. Ha!
He stops the car, gets out.
EXT. STREET - CONTINUOUS
It's a street you might see in a dream, more an impression
of a quiet street than an actual one, with what little detail
there is obscured in darkness. Joel wanders it. In the
distance Clementine walks off, but as in an animated loop,
she doesn't get any farther away. It's lonely.
PATRICK'S VOICE
See, remember that girl? The one we
did last week? The one with the
potatoes?
Joel looks up, startled.
STAN'S VOICE
Yeah, that's this guy's girlfriend.
Was.
INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Stan watches the screen. Patrick paces, fidgets, looks at
the unconscious Joel.
PATRICK
I gotta tell you something. I kind
of fell in love with her last night.
STAN
She was unconscious, Patrick.
PATRICK
She was beautiful. So sweet and funky
and voluptuous. I kind of stole a
pair of her panties, is what.
STAN
Jesus, Patrick!
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
On the vague street Joel listens to Patrick and Stan.
PATRICK'S VOICE
I know. It's not like... I mean,
they were clean and all.
STAN'S VOICE
Look, just don't tell me this stuff.
I don't want to know this shit.
PATRICK'S VOICE
Yeah, okay.
STAN'S VOICE
We have work to do.
There's a click and Joel finds himself in --
INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Joel and Clementine sit and eat dinner in front of the TV.
It's hard to make out what they're watching. They sit on
opposite ends of the couch. They look bored. The scene quickly
degenerates. The room fades.
PATRICK'S VOICE
Okay, but there's more.
Joel listens.
PATRICK'S VOICE
After we did her, I went to where
she worked and I asked her out.
Joel looks over at the faded Clementine across the couch.
She stares straight ahead at the TV.
STAN'S VOICE
Patrick... do you know how
unethical...
JOEL
That must be the guy I saw you with.
VOICE-OVER
In the bookstore that night. The
skinny guy.
There's a click and Joel finds himself in --
INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Joel watches TV. Clementine walks by in her underwear, looks
at the TV. She slips into a skirt.
CLEMENTINE
How can you watch this crap?
JOEL
Where are you going?
CLEMENTINE
I'm fucking crawling out of my skin.
The scene starts to fade. Clementine puts on her shoes and
heads out the door.
EXT. ZOO - DAY
Joel and Clementine walk around unhappily. They barely look
at the animals. Clementine watches parents with babies.
JOEL
Oh shit. I remember this.
(to Clementine)
Want to go?
CLEMENTINE
(pissy)
I want to have a baby.
JOEL
Let's talk about it later.
CLEMENTINE
No. I want to have a baby. I have to
have a baby.
JOEL
I don't think we're ready.
CLEMENTINE
You're not ready.
JOEL
Clementine, do you really think you
could take care of a kid?
She turns violently toward him, glaring.
CLEMENTINE
What?!
JOEL
(mumbly)
I don't want to talk about this here.
CLEMENTINE
Joel, We're fucking gonna talk about
it!
Joel looks around. People are watching.
CLEMENTINE
You can't fucking say something like
that and say you don't want to talk
about it!
JOEL
Clem, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have --
CLEMENTINE
(screaming now)
I'd make a fucking good mother! I
love children! I'm creative and smart
and I'd make a fucking good mother!
The scene starts to fade. Clementine's rant continues but
becomes attenuated and vague.
JOEL
Oh, thank God. It's going.
CLEMENTINE
It's you! It's you who can't commit
to anything! You have no idea how
lucky you are I'm interested in you!
I don't even know why I am! I should
just end it right here, Joel. Leave
you in the zoo. Maybe you could find
a nice sloth to hang out with!
She's crying now, but it's almost animatronic, no real emotion
in it. The scene is a husk.
JOEL
It's going, Clementine. All the crap
and hurt and disappointment. It's
all being wiped away.
She looks up at him.
CLEMENTINE
I'm glad.
Their eyes lock. She is fading before his eyes.
JOEL
Me, too.
INT. BAR - NIGHT
It's noisy and crowded. Joel and Clementine sit at a small
table. She is drunk and staring off, blankly.
JOEL
So, um --
CLEMENTINE
(swiveling head toward
him)
Would you get me another, Joely?
Joel sighs, stands, and heads to the crowded bar.
CLEMENTINE
Thanky! Thanky!
Joel is at the bar, trying to get the bartender's attention.
Joel is paying the bartender. He turns with the drink to
head back to the table. He sees Clementine flirting with a
man in Joel's seat.
Joel is at the table. Clementine looks from her conversation.
CLEMENTINE
Joel, this is Mark. He likes my boobs.
He came over special to tell me that.
Isn't that nice. He doesn't think
I'm fat.
The scene starts to fade. Mark rises.
MARK
I didn't know she was with someone,
man.
CLEMENTINE
S'okay, Mark. Joel doesn't like my
boobs.
(stage whisper)
I don't think he likes girls.
The bar gets quiet and vague.
JOEL
You're drunk.
CLEMENTINE
You're a whiz kid. So perceptive, so --
Clementine keeps talking but there are no more intelligible
words, just a whisper -- like a breeze.
A doorbell buzzes. Joel looks up.
INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Patrick opens the door. Mary stands there in a winter coat,
carrying a backpack.
MARY
(coolly)
Oh, hey, Patrick.
PATRICK
Hi, Mary. How's it going?
She walks past him.
STAN
Hey, you.
Stan and Mary kiss. She looks down at Joel as she takes off
her coat.
MARY
It's freezing out.
STAN
You found us okay?
MARY
Yeah.
(re: Joel)
Poor guy.
(looking around)
Have anything to drink?
STAN
We haven't checked.
MARY
Well, allow me to do the honors.
It's fucking freezing and I need
something.
She heads into the kitchen. Stan turns back to monitor the
slivers of light.
PATRICK
Mary hates me. I've never been popular
with the ladies.
STAN
Maybe if you stopped stealing their
panties.
PATRICK
(guilty beat)
Okay, There's more, Stan --
Stan looks over at Patrick. Mary returns with a bottle of
scotch and two glasses.
MARY
Hey, hey.
She pours the whiskey.
MARY
Oh, Patrick, you didn't want any,
did you?
PATRICK
Nah, I don't know.
Mary hands a glass to Stan. She holds hers up in a toast.
MARY
Blessed are the forgetful, for they
get the better even of their blunders.
Mary and Stan click glasses.
MARY
Nietzsche. Beyond Good and Evil.
Found it my Bartletts.
STAN
That's a good one.
MARY
Yeah, I can't wait to tell Howard!
It seems really appropriate.
STAN
(a little sulky)
It's a good one all right.
PATRICK
What's your bartlett's?
STAN
It's a quote book.
MARY
I love quotes. So did Winston
Churchill. He actually has a quotation
in Bartlett's about Bartlett's. Isn't
that trippy?
PATRICK
(trying to engage)
Yeah. Cool.
MARY
"The quotations when engraved upon
the memory give you good thoughts."
PATRICK
Very cool. Trippy.
MARY
I like to read what smart people
say. So many beautiful, important
things.
STAN
Yup.
MARY
Don't you think Howard's like that?
Smart? Important?
STAN
(beat)
Yup.
PATRICK
Definitely!
MARY
I think he'll be in Bartlett's one
day.
Stan focuses on the monitor. Mary pours herself another drink.
PATRICK
Definitely.
INT. JOEL'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
It's dark. Joel and Clementine are in bed. The memory is
already in the midst of being erased. Clementine is talking
in a monotonous, robotic manner.
CLEMENTINE
You don't tell me things, Joel. I'm
an open book. I tell you everything.
Every damn embarrassing thing. You
don't trust me.
JOEL
No, it isn't that.
CLEMENTINE
I want to know you.
JOEL
I just don't have anything very
interesting about my life.
CLEMENTINE
Joel, you're a liar.
The scene is faded completely now and Joel just lies there
for a moment, registering Clementine's statement.
INT. CHINESE RESTAURANT - NIGHT
Joel and Clementine eat dinner in silence. Joel looks around
at other couples in the restaurant. Some seem happy and
engaged. Others seem bored with each other. He turns back to
his food.
JOEL
How's the chicken?
VOICE-OVER
Is that like us? Are we just bored
with each other?
CLEMENTINE
Good.
He watches her as she downs her wine and pours herself another
glass. She holds the wine bottle up to Joel.
CLEMENTINE
More?
JOEL
No. Thanks.
There's a silence.
CLEMENTINE
How's the fish?
The scene is fading.
JOEL
It's good.
They continue to eat in silence as the scene dissolves.
PATRICK'S VOICE
Hi, Clementine! -- Why, what's wrong? --
Oh, I'm sorry. -- Well, I'm not sure,
I kind of have to study for my test --
INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Patrick is on the phone next to Joel's bed. Stan watches the
lights on the computer screen.
PATRICK
Hold on. Let me ask my friend.
(covering mouthpiece)
Stan, can I leave for a little while?
My girlfriend is very --
STAN
Patrick, we're in the middle of --
PATRICK
She's right in the neighborhood.
She's upset.
Mary is in the kitchen. She pokes her head out. She's got
some pie on a plate.
MARY
Let him go, Stan. I can help.
STAN
(sighing, to Patrick)
Go.
PATRICK
(quietly)
Mary hates me.
(into phone)
I'll be right over, Tangerine.
INT. CLEMENTINE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Candles are lit. Joel and Clementine are under a blanket on
the living room rug listening to music.
CLEMENTINE
Joely...
JOEL
Yeah, Tangerine?
CLEMENTINE
Do you know The Velveteen Rabbit?
JOEL
No.
CLEMENTINE
It's my favorite book. Since I was a
kid. It's about these toys. There's
this part where the skin Horse tells
the rabbit what it means to be real.
(crying)
I can't believe I'm crying already.
He says, "It takes a long time. That's
why it doesn't often happen to people
who break easily or have sharp edges,
or who have to be carefully kept.
Generally by the time you are Real,
most of your hair has been loved
off, and your eyes drop out and you
get loose in the joints and very
shabby. But these things don't matter
at all, because once you are Real
you can't be ugly, except to people
who don't understand."
She's weeping. Joel is stroking her hair. They kiss and begin
to make love under the blanket. It's sweet and gentle and
then it starts to fade.
JOEL
(screaming)
No! Jesus, No!
He looks down and Clementine's tear-streaked face is fading.
She continues as if she's still being made love to, even
though Joel is completely beside himself. He jumps up naked
and yells at the ceiling.
JOEL
Please! Please! I've changed my mind!
(looks down at fading
Clementine, then at
ceiling)
I don't want this. Wake me up! Stop
the procedure! Plea --
INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Joel is unconscious on the bed, completely still. Mary and
Stan watch the monitor and smoke a joint. After a silence:
MARY
It's amazing, isn't it? Such a gift
Howard gave the world.
STAN
(a sigh)
Yeah.
MARY
To let people begin again. It's
beautiful. You look at a baby and
it's so fresh, so clean, so free.
And adults... they're like this messy
tangle of anger and phobias and
sadness... hopelessness. And Howard
just makes it go away.
STAN
You love him, don't you?
Mary seems surprised, taken aback, caught. She is silent for
a long moment.
MARY
No.
(beat)
Besides, Howard's married, Stan.
He's a very serious and ethical man.
I'm not going to tempt him to betray
all he believes in.
Stan takes another drag on the joint, passes it to Mary.
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
Patrick, bundled up and carrying a full backpack, trudges
through the snow.
INT. CLEMENTINE'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS
Clementine watches out the window as Patrick nears. She's
crying. He makes his way up her front stairs. She swings
open the door and hugs him.
PATRICK
Oh, baby, what's going on?
CLEMENTINE
I don't know. I'm lost. I'm scared.
I feel like I'm disappearing. I'm
getting old and nothing makes any
sense to me.
PATRICK
Oh, Tangerine.
CLEMENTINE
Nothing makes any sense. Nothing
makes any sense.
She pushes herself out of the embrace and looks at Patrick.
CLEMENTINE
Come up to Boston with me?
PATRICK
Sure. We'll go next weekend and --
CLEMENTINE
Now. Now! I have to go now. I have
to see the frozen Charles! Now!
Tonight!
PATRICK
Um, okay. I'll call my study partner.
CLEMENTINE
Yay! It'll be great! I'll get my
shit.
She runs into the bedroom. Patrick is at the phone and
realizes he doesn't know Joel's number. After a moment's
thought, he *69's. The phone rings.
JOEL'S VOICE
Hi, it's Joel. Please leave a message
after the beep.
Beep.
PATRICK
(whisper)
Stan, it's Patrick. Pick up.
STAN'S VOICE
Hey, where are you?
PATRICK
I got into a situation with the old
lady. Can you handle things tonight
alone? I'm really sorry, man.
INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS
Stan is on the phone. He's really stoned and watches Mary,
stoned herself, dancing in a sexy trance to something soft
and low on the stereo.
STAN
I can handle it. He's pretty much on
auto-pilot anyway.
INT. CLEMENTINE'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS
PATRICK
Thanks, Stan. I owe you.
Patrick hangs up, rifles quickly through his backpack. He
pulls out a silver bracelet, puts it in his pocket, then
pulls out a journal, flips through it, keeping an eye on the
bedroom door. The handwriting is a woman's. He finds what
he's looking for. He reads:
CLEMENTINE'S VOICE
I took Joel to walk on Charles River
with me last night. It was so
beautiful and charming. Joel was
nervous about stepping onto the ice,
but he wanted to please me so much --
he's so sweet -- that he came out
after me. We lay down right in the
center and watched the stars. He
took my hand and said "I could...
EXT. CHARLES RIVER - NIGHT
Joel and Clementine lie together holding hands on the frozen
river. They look up at the stars.
JOEL
...die right now, Clem. I'm just...
happy. I've never felt that before.
I'm just exactly where I want to be.
Clementine looks over at him. Her eyes are filled with love
and tears. Then they get vague. The scene is being erased.
Joel is panicked.
JOEL
Clem, no! This can't keep happening.
Please! Oh, fuck! Please!
Crazily, Joel runs off, passing through a series of decayed
scenes: He and Clementine arguing in a car, having sex on
the beach, laughing and holding hands at a movie, eating
grilled cheese and tomato soup together in bed, Joel watching
her sleep, them drinking at a bar. He arrives at a decayed
version of his first meeting with Mierzwiak.
MIERZWIAK
We can help you through this. Why
don't you start now by telling me
everything you can remember about --
JOEL
You have to stop this!
MIERZWIAK
What? What do you mean?
JOEL
I'm trapped in my head and everything
I love is being erased! Stop it now!
MIERZWIAK
Yes, but... I'm just something you're
imagining. What can I do? I'm in
your head, too.
INT. CLEMENTINE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Patrick reads the journal.
CLEMENTINE'S VOICE
...and we made love right on the
ice. It was absolutely freezing on
my ass! It was wonderful.
Clementine enters, dressed for the cold. Patrick puts the
notebook away.
CLEMENTINE
I'm so excited. Yay!
PATRICK
I'm excited, too. Oh, and I wanted
to give you this. It's a little...
thing.
Patrick pulls the bracelet from his pocket, hands it to her.
PATRICK
I didn't have a chance to wrap it.
CLEMENTINE
It's gorgeous.
(slipping it on)
Just my taste. I've never gone out
with a guy who brought me a piece of
jewelry I liked.
(kisses him)
Thanks. So let's get going. Long
drive.
INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Stan and Mary have sex on the floor next to Joel's bed.
EXT. FOREST - DAY
Joel and Clementine are hiking, Clementine in front.
CLEMENTINE
Such a beautiful view.
JOEL
(looking at her)
Yes indeed.
(snapping out of memory)
Fuck! They're erasing you, Clem!
CLEMENTINE
Oh?
JOEL
I hired them to. We're in my brain.
But I want it to stop, before I wake
up and don't know you anymore.
CLEMENTINE
Wow. Um, well... can't you just force
yourself awake?
JOEL
I don't know.
He concentrates. Nothing happens.
JOEL
Aaargh! It's horrible! I'm trapped!
He starts to have a fit, banging against trees, stomping his
feet, screaming. But even while he's doing this the memory
and Clementine are fading around him.
INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - DAY
It's raining out. Joel is reading, slouched in a chair. He
looks over at Clementine, stretched out on her belly in her
underwear. She's reading, too.
VOICE-OVER
She's so sexy.
JOEL
I loved you on this day. I love this
memory. The rain. Us just hanging.
Clementine looks over at him, smiles. Her brow furrows in
thought.
CLEMENTINE
What if you hide me?
JOEL
What do you mean?
CLEMENTINE
(formulating)
Well... if they're looking for me in
memories I'm in, what if you take me
to a memory I'm not in?
(proud)
And we can hide there till morning.
Joel ponders this. The scene and Clementine are beginning to
dissolve. Joel grabs Clementine's hand. She giggles with
glee. He pulls her out of the scene as it degrades.
JOEL
Where? Where? Where?
He drags her through the landscape of already decayed memories
and turns off into:
INT. KITCHEN - DAY
The kitchen is dated and vague. Joel and Clementine are in
an oversized playpen; they're adults but small. Joel wears
footsie pajamas with some vague little animals on them. He
holds a a red furry huckleberry hound doll. Clementine is
still in her panties and bra. An oversized woman in high
heels, seen from a low angle, hurries back and forth preparing
dinner.
CLEMENTINE
Jesus. What's this?
Joel looks around at the kitchen, at his doll, at the woman.
JOEL
I must be about two.
(oddly)
I want my mommy. She's busy. She's
not looking at me.
(back to himself, re:
doll)
Look, my Huckleberry Hound doll! I
told you about this!
(beat)
I want my mommy!
He starts to cry. Clementine tries to comfort him. She hugs
him.
JOEL
(crying still)
I want my mommy.
(adult, to Clementine)
I don't want to lose you, Clem.
CLEMENTINE
I'm right here.
JOEL
I'm scared. I want my mommy. I don't
want to lose you. I don't want to
lose...
CLEMENTINE
Joel, Joely, look... it's not fading.
The memory. I think we're hidden.
Joel sucks in some snot. His mother scurries back and forth
clanging pots. The room is not decaying. Joel smiles.
INT. JOEL'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Stan and Mary lie on the floor, their stoned minds wandering
after sex. Stan suddenly perks up. He looks at the monitor.
STAN
It's stopped.
MARY
What?
STAN
Listen, it's not erasing.
He makes his way, naked, to the computer screen.
STAN
It's not erasing. He's off the screen.
MARY
Where?
STAN
I don't know. He's not on the map.
Stan tries to break through his marijuana haze. He fiddles
nervously with the equipment.
STAN
I don't know what to do! I don't
know what to do! Crap. Crap...
MARY
Well, what should we do?
STAN
I don't know! I just said that!
MARY
Sor-ry
(beat)
We have to do something. He can't
wake up half done.
STAN
Shit!
He jerks the joystick spastically. Mary, also naked, gets up
and looks over his shoulder at the screen.
MARY
(definitely)
We should call Howard.
Stan turns and looks at her. He's stoned and trying to
understand her motivation.
STAN
No way. I can handle this.
MARY
This guy's only half cooked. There's
no time to fuck around, Stan.
Stan tries to think. He paces. Mary watches him. Finally:
STAN
(without making eye
contact)
Okay.
He dials the phone, waits.
STAN
Hello, Howard?
INT. MIERZWIAK'S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
The room is dark. A groggy Mierzwiak is in bed on the phone.
His wife lies beside him, eyes open, listening.
MIERZWIAK
Stan? What's going on?
STAN'S VOICE
The guy we're doing? He's disappeared
from the map. I can't find him
anywhere.
MIERZWIAK
Okay, what happened right before he
disappeared?
STAN'S VOICE
I was away from the monitor for a
second. I had it on automatic. I had
to go pee.
MIERZWIAK
Well, where was Patrick?
STAN'S VOICE
He went home sick.
MIERZWIAK
Jesus. All right, what's the address.
STAN'S VOICE
1062 Sherman Drive. Apartment 1E,
Rockville Center.
Mierzwiak writes it down on a bedside not pad. He hangs up.
INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Stan hangs up the phone, looks at Mary.
MARY
He's coming?
STAN
You better go.
MARY
Hell no.
She starts getting dressed.
MARY
Shit, I'm so stoned. I don't want
him to see me stoned. Stop being
stoned, Mary!
She hurries into the bathroom with her bag.
MARY
God, I look like shit! God!
Mary slams the bathroom door. Stan puts his head in his hands.
INT. KITCHEN - DAY
Joel and Clementine are in the playpen. Joel's oversized
mother reaches down as she hurries by and pats Joel on the
head.
MOTHER
How's my baby boy?
She's gone.
JOEL
I really want her to pick me up.
It's weird how strong that desire
is.
Clementine holds his hand. He looks over at her.
CLEMENTINE
You know, we're okay. They're not
finding us. You'll remember me in
the morning. And you'll come to me
and tell me about us and we'll start
over.
JOEL
I loved you so much this day. On my
bed in your panties. I remember I
thought, how impossibly lucky am I
to have you on my bed in your panties.
She kisses him.
CLEMENTINE
You remember what happened next?
JOEL
I came over to the bed and you smelled
so good, like you just woke up,
slightly sweaty. And I climbed on
the bed with you and you said
something like --
CLEMENTINE
-- another rainy day. Whatever shall
we do?
He laughs. She unbuttons his pajamas. They begin to make
love. Joel's mother hurries around the kitchen. Joel stops,
looks at Clementine.
JOEL
There's this guy!
CLEMENTINE
What?
JOEL
There's this guy. I heard him talking
in my apartment. He's one of the
eraser guys. And he fell for you
when they were erasing you, so he
introduced himself the next day as
if he were a stranger and now you're
dating him.
CLEMENTINE
Really? Is he cute?
JOEL
He stole a pair of your panties while
you were being erased!
CLEMENTINE
Gross! You must remember to tell me
this in the morning. I'm, like, so
freaked out now.
INT. CLEMENTINE'S CAR - NIGHT
It's a rust bucket. Clementine drives through the snow.
She's crying and holding Patrick's hand.
CLEMENTINE
What's wrong with me?
PATRICK
Nothing is wrong with you. You're
the most wonderful person I've ever
met.
She glances gratefully over at him then starts to cry even
harder.
INT. JOEL'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Stan works on trying to get the signal back. His hair is
combed and he's dressed neatly, looking professional but
still stoned. Mary is pacing nervously to and from the window,
looking out into the night. She's dressed also, and she's
wearing more make-up now. Her hair is pulled up into some
sort of style. Suddenly she freezes at the window.
MARY
There he is. Oh my God. Oh my God.
Do I look okay?
She doesn't say anything.
MARY
I'm still stoned. Are you? Crap.
She looks in the mirror.
MARY
(to Joel)
Your Visine didn't do shit, fella.
The doorbell buzzes. Mary lunges for the door, then calms
herself before opening it. Mierzwiak, holding an equipment
bag, looks surprised.
MIERZWIAK
Mary. What are you doing here?
STAN
She came to help, Howard.
MARY
I wanted to learn as much about the
procedure as possible, Howard. I
think it's important for my job...
to help comfort the clientele. You
know.
Mierzwiak looks from Mary to Stan, nods, and enters. Mary
closes the door. Mierzwiak crosses to the equipment.
MIERZWIAK
Let's get to the bottom of this.
Shall we?
He sits down in front of the computer and does some fiddling.
MIERZWIAK
Odd.
He fiddles some more. Mary looks on, fascinated.
STAN
I tried that already.
MIERZWIAK
Did you try going through C-Gate?
STAN
Yeah. Of course.
Mierzwiak ponders. He unzips his equipment bag, pulls out
another laptop computer and plugs it in to the system.
MIERZWIAK
I'm going to do a Spectrum search
throughout his memory, see if anything
comes up.
Mierzwiak presses some more buttons. The program starts up.
A much more complex and detailed human brain appears on this
screen. It rotates. Eventually Mierzwiak sees a small distant
light in the brain. He zeroes in on it.
MIERZWIAK
Okay, here it is. I don't know why
it's off the map like that, but --
INT. KITCHEN - DAY
Joel is being bathed in the oversized sink by his oversized
mother. Clementine sits in the water with him, laughing. The
mother doesn't seem to see her.
MOTHER
Little baby getting awwwl cleean.
Awl clean.
JOEL
(to Clementine)
I love getting bathed in the sink.
It's such a feeling of security.
CLEMENTINE
(giggling)
I've never seen you happier.
The elements of the scene flash explosively away: Joel's
mother, his Huckleberry Hound doll, the details of the
kitchen, Clementine. Joel is thrown into:
INT. CAR - NIGHT
He sits with Clementine in the parked car, outside a drive-
in movie theater. The movie on the giant screen is partially
obscured by a fence. Joel and Clementine drink wine.
INT. JOEL'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Mierzwiak looks up from the computer screen.
MIERZWIAK
Okay, we're back in.
MARY
That was beautiful to watch, Howard.
Like a surgeon or a concert pianist.
MIERZWIAK
Well, thank you, Mary.
STAN
(sighing)
You get some sleep, Howard. I'll
take it from here.
MIERZWIAK
Yeah, probably a good idea.
INT. CAR - NIGHT
Clementine and Joel laugh as they try to give voice to what
the characters on the screen are saying.
CLEMENTINE
But can't you see... I love you,
Antoine.
JOEL
Don't call me Antoine. My name is
Wally.
CLEMENTINE
Yes, but I can't love a man named
Wally.
She starts to fade. The scene starts to fade. Joel remembers
their previous plan.
JOEL
They found us before. The plan didn't
work. I don't know what to do now.
CLEMENTINE
(mouthing to woman on
screen)
Hide me somewhere deeper? Somewhere
buried?
Joel grabs her. They run off just as the scene decays into a
husk behind them.
INT. JOEL'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Stan is back at the controls. Mierzwiak's at the door with
Mary.
STAN
Howard, they've disappeared again.
MIERZWIAK
Oh dear.
MARY
I'm so sorry, Howard, you must be
tired.
He nods, distractedly. She smiles to herself as he heads
back to the equipment.
EXT. SCHOOLYARD - AFTERNOON
Joel, now the size of a junior high school kid and dressed
accordingly, is peering around the corner of the school
building toward the bike rack. Clementine is with him, dressed
as she was in the parked car.
CLEMENTINE
Look at you, cutey! What are we doing?
JOEL
This kid, Joe Early, is going to
beat the shit out of me.
VOICE-OVER
I'm terrified. I thought if I hung
around the art room long enough,
he'd go home and I could get my bike.
They head toward the bike rack. Joel's is the only bike
remaining.
CLEMENTINE
Poor Joel.
They're at the bike rack and a bunch of kids, including giant,
fat Joe Early come around the corner.
JOE EARLY
Hi, Jill.
JOEL
He calls me Jill. Everyone calls me
Jill after this.
The other kids laughs.
JOEL
Just shut up, Joe. I'm going home.
JOE EARLY
I don't think so. We're fighting.
JOEL
I don't want to fight you.
The kids start chanting, "fight, fight, fight..." Joe Early
throws a wild punch that hits Joel in the side. Joel falls
and stays down, covering himself.
JOE EARLY
C'mon, Jill. Get up, faggot. C'mon.
Joel doesn't say anything. He peeks humiliated at Clementine.
She's watching him. She's got a tear in her eye. She kneels
down beside him, puts her arm around him.
JOEL
I'm too scared to even throw a punch.
When I tell people this story I leave
that part out.
The scene flashes violently to white and is gone.
INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Mierzwiak is at the machine.
MIERZWIAK
We got him back. Stan, I think I'm
just going to have to get through
this manually. We're running late.
EXT. BEACH - DAY
It's cold. Joel and Clementine walk, all bundled up. She
points at a house up the beach.
CLEMENTINE
Our house! Our house!
She runs ahead, laughing. The scene is decaying. Joel chases
after her.
JOEL
Clem, c'mon, we've got to hide you.
Remember?
He grabs her arm and yanks and they are in:
INT. BOY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
It's dark. Joel, junior high school size, is in bed
masturbating. Clementine is in there, too, in her winter
coat, still laughing from before. She realizes what's going
on.
CLEMENTINE
(mock offended)
Joel!
JOEL
(continuing to
masturbate)
I don't like it either, but I'm just
trying to find horrible secret place
to --
Joel's mother pops her head in the door.
MOTHER
Joel, I was just --
(sees what's going on)
Oh. Um... I'll ask you in the morning,
honey. Have a good night.
The mother backs out, closes the door. Joel cringes.
Clementine laughs, still in the mode of the memory she was
swiped from. Flash! It's all gone.
INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT
Joel and Clementine are laughing as she blows out the candle
on a slice of cheesecake in front of her. Joel hands her a
small wrapped box.
JOEL
Happy Birthday.
CLEMENTINE
(unwrapping the gift)
Thanks, Joely. A present! Oh boy!
She pulls out the bracelet. It's the same bracelet Patrick
gave her.
CLEMENTINE
Oh, Joel. It's beautiful!
(slip it on)
I mean, you're the first guy who
ever bought me a piece of jewelry I
could honestly say that about.
He notices she's starting to fade.
JOEL
I scoured the city for it.
CLEMENTINE
I love it!
She leans across the table to kiss him. He grabs her and
runs through the decaying scene and into the vague night.
EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - DAY
Joel is one of a group of five year olds. He holds a hammer
and is poised to hit a dead bird in a red wagon. The other
boys are goading him.
BOYS
C'mon, Joel, you have to. Do it
already.
Joel doesn't want to. Clementine watches.
JOEL
I can't. I have to go home. I'll do
it later.
VOICE-OVER
I didn't want to do this. But I had
to or they would've called me a girl.
Joel miserably smashes the bird repeatedly with the hammer.
Red jelly guts cover the hammer and the wagon bottom. The
kids hoot.
VOICE-OVER
I can't believe I did that. I'm so
ashamed.
A live bird watches from a tree. Clementine, still dressed
for her birthday dinner (wearing her new bracelet), pulls
Joel away from the other boys. The two of them walk down
Joel's suburban street.
CLEMENTINE
It's okay. You were a little kid.
(beat)
This is a great birthday present.
Getting to see you as a boy.
She kisses him and they walk holding hands.
JOEL
(pointing)
That's where I live. Lived.
Joel looks down at her hand. It's fading. The bracelet is
gone. Clementine is gone. His childhood house is gone.
INT. JOEL'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Mierzwiak works the equipment. He has located a small area
of light in the brain imaging and eradicates them.
MIERZWIAK
I'm getting the hang of it. I still
understand it. But I'm finding him
quickly enough. I'm hopeful there
won't be too much peripheral
eradication.
Mary sits on the bed.
MARY
(a little giggly)
I like watching you work.
Stan sighs, grabs his coat.
STAN
I'll go out for a smoke. If no one
minds.
MIERZWIAK
(not looking up)
That's fine, Stan.
Mary doesn't say anything. Stan huffs and is out the door.
Mierzwiak continues to find and erase points of light. Mary
gets up her courage to speak.
MARY
Do you like quotes, Howard?
MIERZWIAK
How do you mean?
MARY
Oh, um, like famous quotes. I find
reading them inspirational to me.
And in my reading I've come across
some I thought you might like, too.
MIERZWIAK
Oh. Well, I'd love to hear some.
Mary is thrilled, beside herself. She tries to calm down.
MARY
Okay, um, there's one that goes
"Blessed are the forgetful, for they
get the better even of their
blunders."
MIERZWIAK
Is that Nietzsche?
MARY
Yeah, yeah it is, Howard. And here I
was thinking I could tell you
something you didn't know.
MIERZWIAK
It's a good quote, Mary. I'm glad we
both know it.
He smiles at her. She's flustered, flattered.
MARY
(sputtering)
There's another one I like, I read.
It's by Pope Alexander.
MIERZWIAK
Alexander Pope?
MARY
Yes, shit. Oops, sorry!
(puts hand over mouth)
Sorry. It's just I told myself I
wasn't going to say Pope Alexander
and sound like a dope and then I go
ahead and do it. Like I psyched myself
out.
MIERZWIAK
It's no big deal.
MARY
You are such a sweetheart.
There's an embarrassed moment as that line hangs in the air.
Then Mary plunges ahead to bury it.
MARY
Anyway, the quote goes "How happy is
the blameless Vestal's lot! The world
forgetting, by the world forgot:
Eternal sunshine of the spotless
mind! Each prayer accepted, and each
wish resign'd".
She smiles, proud and embarrassed.
MIERZWIAK
That's lovely.
MARY
Really? I thought it was appropriate
maybe. That's all.
(beat, then quickly)
I really admire the work that you
do. I know it's not proper to be so
familiar but I guess since we're
outside the workplace I feel a certain
liberty to --
MIERZWIAK
It's fine, Mary. I'm happy to hear
it.
MARY
Okay. Good. Great. Thanks.
(blurting)
I like you, Howard... an awful lot.
Is that terrible?
Mierzwiak seems momentarily taken aback, then returns to his
unflappable self.
MIERZWIAK
You're a wonderful girl, Mary.
She leans over and kisses him, then pulls away quickly.
MARY
I've loved you for a very long time.
I'm sorry! I shouldn't have said
that.
MIERZWIAK
I've got a wife, Mary. Kids. You
know that.
MARY
(suddenly weepy)
I wish I was your wife. I wish I had
your kids.
Mierzwiak comforts her with a hug. It turns into kiss. He
pulls away.
MIERZWIAK
We can't do this.
MARY
No you're right. Once again. You're
a decent man, Howard.
He smiles sadly at her. She smiles courageously at him.
MIERZWIAK
I want you to know it's not because
I'm not interested. If that means
anything.
They look at each other a long while, then Howard goes back
to locating and eradicating blips of lights.
EXT. JOEL'S APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT
Stan sits in the van and smokes a cigarette. He has an
unobstructed view into Joel's bedroom window. He watches
Mierzwiak and Mary. They're talking as Howard works. It
appears to be a very serious discussion. A car pulls up
outside. Stan turns to see. A middle-aged woman gets out,
checks the address on Joel's building, approaches the only
lit window, watches Mierzwiak and Mary inside. Mierzwiak's
resolve has apparently weakened and he and Mary kiss again.
This time it leads to groping, partial undressing, and falling
onto the bed alongside the unconscious Joel. The woman in
the window is transfixed. As Mierzwiak fumbles to unzip his
pants, he catches sight of the woman in the window. He
practically shrieks and jumps up.
EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - DAY
Joel and Clementine walking, hand-in-hand, look up
simultaneously.
INT. JOEL'S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
Mary looks confusedly at Howard.
MARY
What?
She follows his eyes and sees the woman in the window, who
turns and walks off in a huff.
MARY
Oh my God!
Mierzwiak is already in his coat. He's out the door.
EXT. JOEL'S APARTMENT BUILDING - CONTINUOUS
The woman is at her car. Stan watches from the van. Mierzwiak
is hurrying to the woman.
MIERZWIAK
Hollis! Hollis!
HOLLIS (THE MIDDLE-AGED WOMAN)
I knew it, Howard. I don't even know
why I bothered to copy the damn
address.
MIERZWIAK
It didn't start out to be this. I
came here to work. It's a one-time
mistake.
Mary is right behind Mierzwiak now. Hollis is in her car.
MARY
(heroically)
Mrs. Mierzwiak, it's true. And it's
not Mr. Mierzwiak's fault. I'm a
stupid little girl with a stupid
little crush. I basically forced him
into it. I swear.
Hollis turns, looks at Mary and then at Mierzwiak.
HOLLIS
Don't be a monster, Howard. Tell the
girl.
Stan is out of the van now, listening. Mary shivers in the
cold, hugs herself. There's a long silence. Then:
MARY
Tell me what?
Hollis and Mierzwiak have locked eyes. Mary looks back and
forth between them. Hollis starts her car.
HOLLIS
Poor kid. You can have him. You did.
She drives off. Mary watches Howard with increased foreboding.
MARY
What, Howard?
MIERZWIAK
We... have a history. I'm sorry. You
wanted the procedure. You wanted it
done... to get past. I have to finish
in there. It's almost morning. We'll
talk later.
He shuffles inside. Mary stands there, unable to digest this,
struggling in vain to remember. Stan watches.
STAN
Let me take you home.
Mary shakes her head "no." She walks off, dazed.
EXT. CHARLES RIVER - NIGHT
Clementine and Patrick lie on their backs on the frozen river
and look up at the night sky.
PATRICK
I could die right now, Clem. I'm
just happy. I've never felt that
before. I'm just exactly where I
want to be.
Clementine looks over at him. Their eyes meet. She sobs.
CLEMENTINE
I want to go home.
She hurries toward the shore, slips on the ice, gets up, and
continues, now running.
INT. COMMUTER TRAIN - NIGHT
Mary, in shock, sits in the empty fluorescent car. She tries
to look out the window but can only see her own reflection.
INT. JOEL'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
It's deathly silent as Mierzwiak and Stan work on completing
the job. Mierzwiak locates a light hidden very deep in the
map of Joel's brain. He targets it.
EXT. ROWBOAT - DAY
Joel, the size of a ten year old, sits fishing with his
oversized father. Clementine is naked and in the boat, too.
She's reading The Play by Stephen Dixon.
CLEMENTINE
I love this book, Joel. Thank you so
much for telling me about it.
Joel is his father. The father is drunk and sullen. He faces
away from Joel, looks out at the lake.
FATHER
Don't be like me, son. Don't waste
your life. You'll come to a point
someday where it'll be too late.
You'll be sewn into your fate...
JOEL
It was horrifying, seeing my father
like that. There was no hope for me
if his life was such a failure. And
he saw failure in me, too, written
in my future.
Clementine watches the frightened, confused Joel.
CLEMENTINE
Joel, you're not sewn in. He's wrong.
FATHER
...and there'll be nowhere to go
except where you're headed, like a
train on a track. Inevitable,
unalterable.
The scene poops out of existence with a flash of light.
INT. CHINESE RESTAURANT - NIGHT
Joel finds himself eating Chinese food and sitting across
from Clementine. He is ragged and jarred.
JOEL
I'm done, Clem. I'm just going to
ride it out. Hiding is clearly not
working.
CLEMENTINE
Yeah.
JOEL
I want to enjoy my little time left
with you.
CLEMENTINE
This is our first "date" date.
JOEL
Do you remember what we talked about?
CLEMENTINE
Naomi, I guess.
JOEL
Yeah.
CLEMENTINE
What was I wearing?
JOEL
God, I should know. Your hair was
red. I remember it matched the
wallpaper.
CLEMENTINE
Egad, were you horrified?
JOEL
No! I think you were wearing that
black dress, y'know, with the buttons.
She is wearing the black dress.
CLEMENTINE
No, you were with me when I bought
that. At that place on East 6th. It
was later.
INT. DRESS SHOP - SHOP
The scene has already been erased. It's just a decayed husk.
A vague Joel watches a vague Clementine model a black dress.
INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT
Clementine wears a generic black dress now.
JOEL
Right. Something black though.
CLEMENTINE
I'll buy that. Black's always good.
JOEL
We did talk about Naomi.
CLEMENTINE
I said: Are you sure? You seem unsure.
JOEL
I'm sure, I said.
CLEMENTINE
But you weren't. I could tell.
JOEL
I was so nervous. I remember I
couldn't think of anything to say.
There were long silences.
There is a long silence.
JOEL
I thought I was foolish. I thought
I'd mistaken infatuation for love.
You said:
CLEMENTINE
So what. Infatuation is good, too.
JOEL
And I didn't have an argument.
INT. CAR - NIGHT
Joel and Clementine pull up to Clementine's house.
JOEL
I dropped you off after. You said --
CLEMENTINE
(Mae West)
Come up and see me... now.
JOEL
It's very late.
CLEMENTINE
Yes, exactly. Exactly my point.
INT. CLEMENTINE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Joel and Clementine are in the midst of awkward shy sex.
JOEL
This was our first time.
The scene starts to fade. Joel watches Clementine disappear.
INT. LACUNA RECEPTION AREA - NIGHT
Mary enters the dark room, frazzled. She flips on the
fluorescent lights and searches the file folders, finds one
with her name on it. Her jaw drops. With a shaky hand, she
puts the tape into the player on her desk and presses "play."
MIERZWIAK VOICE
Okay, so just tell me what you
remember. And we'll take it from
there.
MARY'S VOICE
(shaky)
Um, I liked you immediately. At the
job interview. You seemed so...
important and mature. And I loved
that you were helping all these
people. You didn't come on to me at
all. I liked that. I was tongue-tied
around you at first. I wanted you to
think I was smart. You were so nice.
I loved the way you smelled. I
couldn't wait to come to work. I had
these fantasies of us being married
and having kids and just...
(starts to cry)
...and so... then... when... that
one day, when I thought you looked
at me back... like... Oh, Howie, I
can't do this? How can I do this?
MIERZWIAK VOICE
It's what's best, Mary. You know
that.
Mary slumps to the floor. We move into her eyes.
MARY'S VOICE
Yeah, I know. Oh, God. Okay, well, I
was so excited...
A SERIES OF MURKY IMAGES. NO DETAIL.
A flirtatious look from Mierzwiak.
MARY'S VOICE
...Remember you bought me that little
wind-up frog?
A vague shot of a wind-up frog.
MARY'S VOICE
And you said...
A vague shot of Mierzwiak mouthing to Mary's voice.
MARY'S VOICE
"This is for your desk. Just a little
token"
Back to Mary sitting on the floor, listening to the tape.
MARY'S VOICE
I knew then... I knew something was
going to happen... something
wonderful.
INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Joel sits in the quiet living room. The scene is fading.
JOEL
Naomi.
VOICE-OVER
On the couch. Dark. Quiet. I wondered
if I had made a terrible mistake. I
almost reached for the phone about a
thousand times. I thought I could
take it back, erase it, explain I
had momentarily lost my mind. Then I
told myself we weren't happy. That
was the truth. That what we were was
safe. It was unfair to you and to me
to stay in a relationship for that
reason. I thought about Clementine
and the spark when I was with her,
but then I thought what you and I
had was real and adult and therefore
significant even if it wasn't much
fun. But I wanted fun. I saw other
people having fun and I wanted it.
Then I thought fun is a lie, that no
one is really having fun; I'm being
suckered by advertising and movie
bullshit... then I thought maybe
not, maybe not. And then I thought,
as I always do at this point in my
argument, about dying.
INT. ROOM - DAY
An elderly man sits.
VOICE-OVER
I projected myself to the end of my
life in some vague rendition of my
old man self. I imagined looking
back with a tremendous hole of regret
in my heart.
INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Joel sits.
VOICE-OVER
I didn't pick up the phone to call
you, Naomi. I didn't pick up the
phone.
The scene dissolves.
INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - DAY
Namoi is red-eyed from crying. She is packing things in boxes.
Joel paces, steals glances at her, doesn't know what to say.
She holds up a book. The scene starts to fade.
NAOMI
Yours?
JOEL
You take it. I don't know.
She tosses it in a box.
JOEL
Naomi, I really value our
relationship. I hope it's possible
for us to stay in touch.
NAOMI
Don't do this to me now, Joel. Really.
INT. JOEL'S BEDROOM - DAY
Joel watches out the window as Naomi stuffs a final box in
the trunk of a car. There's another woman down there with
her. They get into the car and drive off.
INT. BORDER'S BOOKSTORE - NIGHT
Joel talks to Clementine. The scene is fogging over.
JOEL
I told her today I need to end it.
CLEMENTINE
Is that what you want?
JOEL
I did it. I guess that means
something.
Clementine shrugs. The scene fades.
EXT. PARK - DAY
Joel walks with Naomi.
NAOMI
So what's going on, Joel?
JOEL
I don't know, I've just been thinking,
maybe we're not happy with each other.
NAOMI
What?
JOEL
Y'know, we've been, I don't know,
sort of, unhappy with each other and --
NAOMI
Don't say "we" when you mean "you."
JOEL
I think maybe, we're both so used to
operating at this level that -- How
can one person be unhappy? If one
person is unhappy, both have to be...
by definition.
NAOMI
Bullshit. Who is it? You met someone.
JOEL
No. I just need some space, maybe.
NAOMI
The thing is, Joel, whatever it is
you think you have with this chick,
once the thrill wears off, you're
just going to be Joel with the same
fucking problems.
JOEL
It's not somebody else.
VOICE-OVER
I hate myself.
Naomi walks off. Joel watches her. The scene fades.
INT. BORDER'S BOOKSTORE - NIGHT
Joel enters, looks around. There's no sign of Clementine.
Joel approaches a male employee.
JOEL
Is there a Clementine who works here?
MALE EMPLOYEE #1
(calling to another
male employee)
Mark, is Clem on tonight?
MALE EMPLOYEE #2
On my dick, bro.
(turns, sese Joel,
embarrassed)
Oh, hey. Yeah, I think she's upstairs
in Philosophy.
Joel climbs stairs, searches the aisle, spots Clementine.
JOEL
Hi.
She turns.
CLEMENTINE
I didn't think you'd show your face
around me again. I figured you were
humiliated. You did run away, after
all.
JOEL
Sorry to track you down like this.
I'm not a stalker. But I needed to
see you.
CLEMENTINE
(seemingly uninterested)
Yeah?
JOEL
I'd like to... take you out or
something.
CLEMENTINE
Well, you're married.
JOEL
Not yet. Not married.
CLEMENTINE
Look, man, I'm telling you right off
the bat, I'm high maintenance. So <