Requiem for a Dream

Marion smiles as she relaxes into him.

                            BIG TIM
              They give good head.  Black broads
              don't know nothing about giving
              head.  I don't know why.  Might be
              it has something to do with some
              ancient tribal custom.

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

                            BIG TIM
              Better save some of that energy.

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

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

                            BIG TIM
              I know it's purty, baby, but I
              didn't take it out for air.

He nudges her and she grabs it and starts kissing it.
Suddenly, she stops.  She's going to be sick.  Big Tim
laughs his big laugh and points to the bathroom.

                            BIG TIM
              That way.

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                                                               94.

INT. BIG TIM'S BATHROOM

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

She shuts her eyes and we cut to --

BLACK -

We hear Marion breathe deeply.  She collects herself.

Into the BLACK rushes streams of RED.

When she opens her eyes we are back in -

THE BATHROOM

Marion fixes her hair and smiles at herself.

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INT. BIG TIM'S LIVING ROOM

Big Tim laughs as Marion emerges from the bathroom.

                            MARION
              Sorry.  Must have been the
              chartreuse.

                            BIG TIM
              Welcome back.

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

                            BIG TIM
              Yeahhhh, little bo-peep done foun'
              her sheep.

Big Tim laughs his big laugh as we --

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INT. PONTIAC VENTURA SOMEWHERE ON I-95 - HEADING SOUTH

Tyrone drives while Harry squirms.  His arm hurts like hell.
TIGHT ON tuner.  The radio plays country and western.

                            TYRONE
              I told you to stay away from that
              arm, man.

                            HARRY
              I gotta call Marion.

                                                               95.

Tyrone watches the odometer changes from 599 to 600.

                            TYRONE
              Well, it'll be long-distance now.
              That's six hundred.  We six hundred
              damn miles closer to Miami.

                            HARRY
              Yeah.  We're also six hundred miles
              away from New York.

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

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INT. BIG TIM'S BATHROOM

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

                            BIG TIM
              You know, baby, I can fix it so you
              can pick up a real, nice taste.
              Though it's more like play, baby.
              Sunday night we're having a
              gathering, all good people --

                            MARION
                     (smiles)
              No, I couldn't.  I'm busy.  And I'm
              not really hooked.

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

                            BIG TIM
              Yeah, I know.  But I'm tellin' ya',
              it's a real nice taste.

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

                            BIG TIM
              What the fuck you doing?

                            MARION
                     (startled)
              Nothing, I'm...

                                                               96.

                            BIG TIM
              Damn!
                     (laughs)
              Damn, I got me some kinda virgin.
              Now you gotta be kidding ol' Tim,
              you just got to be.

                            MARION
              I don't kn --

                            BIG TIM
              You mean you not going to count
              what's there but you just going to
              be puttin' it in your pocketbook
              and just walk out in the street?
              Damn!  You sure haven't been around
              long, baby.

                            MARION
                     (flushed)
              I'm not exactly a naive school
              girl, I... I... I've been all
              through Europe an'... an'... and
              I'm just not --

                            BIG TIM
              Sheeit, ain't nothing to be ashamed
              of, baby, we all gotta get down
              with it for the first time.  I
              ain't bad rappinya.  I just don't
              want to see you get ripped off.
              Sheeit, you earned that baby and
              you sure as hell don't want to
              donate it to some purse snatcher.

He laughs.  Marion smiles.

                            BIG TIM
              Lookit, there be one place you can
              stash ol' doogie without you
              worrying about it be accidently
              getting in the wrong hands, you dig?
              Ain't no purse snatcher or mugger
              going to rip you off there, baby.

As Marion catches on she flushes and nods her head.

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

                            BIG TIM
              I'll see you Sunday, Maid Marion.

                                                               97.

Then Marion lifts up her skirt and does the deed.

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INT. PSYCHE WARD

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

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

Doctor Spencer addresses Sara and tries to calm her.

                            DOCTOR SPENCER
              Mrs Goldfarb.  Please try and
              answer me.  When did you start
              taking the pills?

                            SARA
              When?  The summer... Oh, this
              summer.  I got a special place in
              the sun.  Ada fixed my hair.

                            DOCTOR SPENCER
              You started in the summer.  Last
              summer?  OK Mrs Goldfarb, everything
              will be alright, we'll fix you up
              in no time.

                            SARA
                     (grins)
              You're a good boy, Harold.

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

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INT. MARION'S BATHROOM

We look down on Marion's back from above the tub.  She is
bent over, her head beneath the water between her knees.
She holds her breath for an eternity...

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

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EXT. I-95 - MAYBE GEORGIA

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                                                               98.

INT. PONTIAC VENTURA

Tyrone still drives.

There's a preacher screaming gospel on the radio.

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

                            HARRY
              Man, I can't cut it.  I gotta do
              something about this arm.

                            TYRONE
              Let's see what it looks like.

Harry winces as he very carefully rolls up his sleeve.

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

They both stare at it for a moment.

                            HARRY
              Oh man.

                            TYRONE
              Sheeit, that be the ugliest
              mothafucka I've ever seen.

                            HARRY
              I gotta call Marion.

                            TYRONE
              Let's find a hospital first.

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INT. PSYCHE WARD

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

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

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

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                                                               99.

INT. SOUTHERN DOCTOR'S EXAMINATION ROOM

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

A grey-haired Southern Doctor comes in.

                            SOUTHERN DOCTOR
              What's the problem?

                            HARRY
              My arm, it's killing me.

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

                            SOUTHERN DOCTOR
              I'll be back in a minute.

The Doctor leaves.

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INT. MARION'S APARTMENT

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

                            BIG TIM
                     (off-screen)
              Yeah!?

                            MARION
                     (nervous)
              Hi...

Big Tim lets go a big laugh.

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INT. PSYCHE WARD

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

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