Requiem for a Dream

                            HARRY
              C'mon, Ty, get with it, eh?  You
              tellin' me you can't nose our some
              dope when it's around?

                            TYRONE
              You are serious.  Tha's here, man.
              The Apple's mah neighborhood.  What
              the fuck ah know about Miami?  Them
              muthafuckin' Italians ain't sittin'
              aroun' jus' waitin' for me to show
              up, Jim.

                                                               79.

                            HARRY
              Dope smells the same there as it
              does here.

                            TYRONE
              Yeah, but it's a long-ass walk, man.

                            HARRY
              Not if you're drivin'.  Look man,
              it's colder than hell and those
              streets are hotter'n a bitch.
              After tonight...shit.  Guys are
              gettin' knocked off like they're
              givin' away season tickets for
              every dead fiend.

                            TYRONE
              That's no lie, Jim.

                            HARRY
              Man, we got nothin' to lose, and we
              got to do it now while we still
              have a few bucks.

                            TYRONE
              If it's such a good idea why ain't
              somebody else thought of it?

                            HARRY
              Because they're assholes.  And
              that's just it.  Nobody else has
              thought of it.  It's wide open and
              it we get there before anyone else
              we can name our own price amd sit
              back an' be cool and have those
              fools scufflin' the streets for us.

                            TYRONE
              Las' summer was a ball, Jim...Seems
              like a thousan' years since las'
              summer.  Sheeit.

                            HARRY
              It'll be back like that, but only
              better.  This is the kinda set up
              you dream about.

                            TYRONE
                     (starts to give in)
              You know, Angel can probably get us
              a short if we promise him some
              dynamite scag.

                                                               80.

                            HARRY
              You think?

                            TYRONE
                     (gives in)
              That muthafucka can dig up anything,
              even the daid.

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INT. SARA'S APARTMENT

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

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

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

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INT. MARION'S APARTMENT

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

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

                            MARION
                     (gets up, screams)
              Where have you been?  I've been
              waiting all night.

                            HARRY
              Where the hell do you think I've
              been?

                            MARION
              Where's the score?

                            HARRY
              Some dumb-ass junkie --

                            MARION
              Did what?  You fucked it up!  Don't
              tell me you fucked it up!

                                                               81.

                            HARRY
              I didn't fuck it up.  Me and Ty
              have a plan.

                            MARION
              A plan!?  I don't want another
              plan, I want my stuff!

                            HARRY
              What the fuck's wrong with you?

                            MARION
              Me!?  You promised that everything
              was gonna be OK.  I fucked that
              sleazebag -- I put myself through
              hell for you.  So what the fuck do
              you have for me?!

                            HARRY
              What do you want from me?  I don't
              have anything, nothing, there's
              nothing out there.

                            MARION
              I don't give a shit.  You loser.
              You fucking loser, I want you to
              come through for me.

                            HARRY
              Ya think I'm playin' fuckin' games,
              for krist's sake?  You wanna have
              some extra stuff?

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

                            HARRY
              We were hipped to a dude that's
              holding some weight, but he ain't
              sellin'.

                            TYRONE
                     (off-screen)
              Yeah.

                            HARRY
              Give me that guy's number.  The guy
              who likes broads.

                            TYRONE
                     (off-screen)
              Big Tim?  What for?

                                                               82.

                            HARRY
              Just give me the number, for
              krist's sake.

                            TYRONE
                     (off-screen)
              OK, OK.  Nine three four...

                            HARRY
              You worried so goddam much...

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

                            HARRY
              Here, go fix yourself up with'im.
              You won't have to wait so long, and
              I won't have ta freeze my ass off
              in the fuckin' streets.

                            MARION
              Fuck you.

                            HARRY
              No, fuck you!

Harry charges out of the apartment.  Marion stares after him.
We float out of focus.

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INT. SARA'S APARTMENT

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

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

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

Red Sara marches out to applause.

                                                               83.

                            TAPPY AND AUDIENCE
              Juice by Sara!  Juice by Sara!
              Juice by Sara!  ooooOOOOH!  Sara's
              got juice!  Sara's got juice!
              ooooOOOOH Sara!

                            RED SARA
              Thank you.  Thank you.  Oh Mr
              Tibbons, it's --

                            TAPPY TIBBONS
              Tappy, please.

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

                            RED SARA
              OK, Tappy.  It's a pleasure to be
              here.

                            TAPPY TIBBONS
              Well, it's a pleasure to have you.
              And that is one gorgeous outfit you
              have.

                            RED SARA
              Oh thank you, Tappy.  I just want
              to say hello to my husband, Seymour,
              and my beautiful successful son,
              Harold.  Hello, Harold.  I hope
              you're happy.  I hope you're in
              love.  Please come and see me and
              bring Marion, won't you?

The fridge slides closer.  She fights not to look.

                            TAPPY TIBBONS
              Hah hah.  I'm sure he'll be here
              soon.  It's time to start now, are
              you ready?

                            RED SARA
              Oh yes.  I'm ready, I'm ready.

                            TAPPY TIBBONS
              After you...

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

And then, Red Sara disappears.  Sara hears something.

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

                                                               84.

                            SARA
              What are you doing?

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

                            SARA
              Who are you?  What do you want?

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

                            RED SARA
              Tappy!

                            TAPPY TIBBONS
              Oh, I thought you'd never ask.
              Excuse me, everybody.

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

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

                            SARA
              What do you expect?  I'm all alone.
              Could you do better?  It's an old
              building.  Ten years no painting,
              maybe more.

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

                            SARA
              I'm old.  Alone.  You don't
              understand.  I'm trying.  I'm
              trying.  Please, please, I'll
              explain.

Now, Tappy and Red Sara laugh as they point at the TV.  Sara
looks over.  On the TV she sees herself in her viewing chair.
A giant, fanatic audience surrounds her -- laughing and
pointing.

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

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

                                                               85.

                            SARA
              No!  No!  Please, leave me alone!

The studio audience is going bananas laughing at her.

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

                            FIRST ASSISTANT DIRECTOR
              Ready, Mrs Goldfarb, three, two,
              one...

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

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

Sara is terrified.

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

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

                            SARA
              Oh please... please... let me on
              the show... please... please... any
              show... please...

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

The fridge is only a few feet from her.

                            RED SARA
              Feed me, Sara.  Feed me.

Tappy joins in:

                            TAPPY TIBBONS
              Feed me.  Feed me.

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

                            FREAKS AND CREW
              Feed me.  Feed me.  Feed me.

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

                            AUDIENCE
              Feed me.  FEED ME.  FEED ME.

                                                               86.

The fridge towers over her.  Suddenly, metal is tearing and
the fridge has a mouth.  Freon sprays out of its opening.
The giant metal mouth lurches at Sara threatening to bite her.

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

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BLACK

ON THE THE SCREEN IN WHITE LETTERS: 'WINTER'

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EXT. BRIGHTON BEACH AVENUE - DAY