Requiem for a Dream

Then they try harder and they shove her into a sitting
position.  One of the attendants puts some food in her mouth.
She tries to swallow, but her throat isn't working.

                                                               100.

                            ATTENDANT
                     (slow motion)
              S-w-a-l-l-o-w!  S-w-a-l-l-o-w!

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

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

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INT. MARION'S APARTMENT

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

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. SOUTHERN DOCTOR'S WAITING ROOM

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

Then he spots a pair of boots standing in front of him.
Next, he spots the gun and baton.

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

Cuff one wrist, cuff the other.

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. MARION'S APARTMENT

TIGHT ON Marion's right eye as she carefully applies mascara.
She puts on some more clothes.

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. PSYCHE WARD

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

                            DOCTOR SPENCER
              You have to eat, Mrs Goldfarb.  If
              we're going to get you healthy
              again, you have to eat.  Try to
              work with the attendants.  I'm
              going to try some new medications.
              They should help us.

                                                               101.

He pats her on the shoulder and walks away.  Sara tries to
call for him, to make any noise, to plead, to do anything.
But she can't.

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

They grab a clear plastic tube.  They cover it with lubricant.
Then they try to slide it into her nose.

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

                            ATTENDANT
              OK, Miss, just relax.  We're gonna
              try to help you to eat.

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

Then the feeding begins.

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. MARION'S APARTMENT

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

Marion in front of the full-length mirror is dressed to the
hilt.  She makes last minute corrections to her outfit when
the phone rings.

Nervous, she answers.

                            MARION
              Hello?

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. SOUTHERN JAIL PAYPHONE AREA - MARION'S APARTMENT

INTERCUT:

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

                            HARRY
              Marion.

                            MARION
              Harry?  Oh, Harry.

                                                               102.

                            HARRY
              Oh, Marion, I've been thinking
              about you.  You're OK?

                            MARION
              When you coming back?

                            HARRY
              Soon.  You're holding out right?

                            MARION
              When?

                            HARRY
              Soon.  Everything's going to be
              alright.

                            MARION
              Will you come today?

                            HARRY
              Yeah, soon.  Just wait for me.
              I'll be back soon.  You'll wait,
              right?

Marion doesn't answer.  She closes her eyes.

                            HARRY
              Marion.

                            MARION
              Yeah.

                            HARRY
              Just wait.

                            MARION
              I will, Harry.

                            HARRY
              I'm coming, Marion.  I am.  And I'm
              sorry.  I'm real sorry.

                            MARION
              I know, Harry.  I know.

A long beat.  Silence.  Slowly Marion hangs up.

BY THE PAYPHONES

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

                                                               103.

IN MARION'S APARTMENT

-- Marion hangs up and wipes away her tears.  She catches
her image in the mirror and quickly finishes her mascara.
Then: Crinkle, sprinkle, flick, drift, suck, sigh...

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INT. PSYCHE WARD - HALLWAY

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

                            DOCTOR SPENCER
              Mrs Goldfarb, are you alright?

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

                            DOCTOR SPENCER
              Mrs Goldfarb, we've tried several
              medications and you don't seem to
              be responding.  I believe we've
              come to a point where we need to
              try some alternative methods.
              We've had excellent results with
              these techniques in the past.  So
              if I can just get your John Hancock,
              we'll get underway.

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

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. HOLDING TANK

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

                            HARRY
              Jesus krist.  I need a doctor.

                            TYRONE
                     (through bars)
              My friend needs a doctor.  Please.
              He needs a doctor.

                            HARRY
              I won't make it.

                                                               104.

                            TYRONE
                     (to Harry)
              Just hang tough, baby.  Just hang
              tough.

                            HARRY
              Please!  Please, Ma!  Help me.

                            TYRONE
                     (through bars)
              Help!  Please!

                            HARRY
              Please, Maaaaaa!

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. PSYCHE WARD - HALLWAY

Sara is quickly unstrapped from her wheelchair.  She's
lifted up and placed onto a gurney.  Her head hangs, lifeless.
Then she's strapped down.

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. BIG TIM'S LUSH PAD

TIGHT ON Marion's hand knocking on Big Tim's front door.
TIGHT ON Big Tim's famous smile:

                            BIG TIM
              Maid Marion.  Welcome.

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. PSYCHE WARD - HALLWAY

Sara is wheeled quickly through the halls of the asylum.

                                                 CUT TO:

EXT. HOLDING TANK

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

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

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

                            COURT DOCTOR
              Can you hear me?  Can you see me?

                                                               105.

Each prisoner responds:

                            PRISONER
              Yes, sir.

The doctor checks a box on a piece of paper.

                            COURT DOCTOR
              OK for work.

The Guards chuckle.

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. PSYCHE WARD - HALLWAY

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

                                                 CUT TO:

EXT. HOLDING TANK

Now it's Tyrone's turn.

                            COURT DOCTOR
              Can you hear me?  Can you see me?

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

                            GUARD
              Say 'sir', nigga.  God damn New
              Yawk dope fien' niggas.  Learn some
              manners.

                            COURT DOCTOR
              Can you hear me?  Can you see me?

                            TYRONE
              Yes, sir.

                            GUARD
              Good boy.

They chuckle.  The doctor moves down to Harry.

Harry can barely stand.  His eyes are glazed over.