Requiem for a Dream

The Henchman signs back.  Then Brody responds.

                            HENCHMAN
              Brody wants to promote you.  He
              wants to give you some more
              responsibility.  Are you interested?

                            TYRONE
              Yeah, yeah.

                            HENCHMAN
              Brody say, you fuck him, I'll kill
              you.

                                                               55.

                            TYRONE
              I wouldn't do that, Jim.

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

                            TYRONE
              Where's the --

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

BANG! BANG! BANG!

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

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

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

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

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

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INT. SARA'S APARTMENT

Pop, hit, gulp, snap...

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

Something is wrong.

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

Nothing.  So one more:

Pop, hit, gulp, snap...

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INT. MARION'S APARTMENT

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

                                                               56.

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

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

                            MARION
              Oh Harry, I love you.  You make me
              feel like a person, like I'm me and
              I'm beautiful.

                            HARRY
              You are beautiful.  You're the most
              beautiful woman in the world.
              You're my dream.

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. SARA'S APARTMENT

Pop, hit, gulp, snap...

Sara still sits.  She feels nothing.

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

Still nothing.

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

She looks real close.

Then she calls Doctor Pill.

                            SKINNY NURSE
                     (off-screen)
              Doctor's office?

                            SARA
              Hello, this is Mrs Goldfarb

                            SKINNY NURSE
                     (off-screen)
              No, Mrs Goldfarb, I'm absolutely
              certain.  I've checked again.

                            SARA
              Are you sure you didn't give me the
              wrong pills?

                            SKINNY NURSE
                     (off-screen)
              No.

                                                               57.

                            SARA
              But maybe you gave me a smaller one
              the last time.

                            SKINNY NURSE
                     (off-screen)
              That isn't possible, Mrs Goldfarb.
              You see, they are all the same
              potency.  The change is in the
              color.  All the purple are the same
              strength, all the red, etc.

                            SARA
              But something isn't the same.

                            SKINNY NURSE
                     (off-screen)
              You're just becoming adjusted to
              them.  At first you get a strong
              reaction, but after a while that
              wears off and you just don't feel
              like eating.  It's nothing to worry
              about, Mrs Goldfarb.

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

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

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

She flips on the TV to Tappy:

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

And there she is!  Red, red, red.  Sara smiles at Red Sara.
The audience loves her.

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

                                                               58.

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

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INT. HOLDING TANK - NIGHT

Tyrone, terrified, holds onto the bars for dear life.
Junkies and winos that seem more like ghosts and giant rats
taunt him.  Until:

                            GUARD
                     (off-screen)
              Love...Love, Tyrone C.  Seven-
              three-five.  Get your shit together
              and come on.

                                                 CUT TO:

EXT. CONEY ISLAND STREET - MOVING

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

                            TYRONE
              How much?

                            HARRY
              They got most of our cash.  You're
              up for consortin'.

                            TYRONE
              Sheeit.

                            HARRY
              Angel says it's a war between the
              Italians and the Blacks.  He says
              Sal the Geep is keeping all the
              shit down in Florida until guys
              like Brody are all knocked off.

                            TYRONE
              Sheeit.

                            HARRY
              No one's got a thing.

                            TYRONE
              Except Big Tim.

                            HARRY
              Who?

                                                               59.

                            TYRONE
              He's holdin' a nice taste.

                            HARRY
              How much?

                            TYRONE
              Some say a piece, others a truckload.

                            HARRY
              Shit.  Let's go see him.

                            TYRONE
              He's holdin', but he's not sellin'.
              He's only givin' up for pussy.

                            HARRY
              What?

                            TYRONE
              The only habit that muthafuck have
              is pussy.  He hooked on that thang.
              Ah told'im ah give'im all he want,
              but he say ahm not pretty enough
              for'im.

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

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

Harry and Tyrone turn around and quickly exit the scene.

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. MARION'S APARTMENT

                            MARION
              Well, why don't we just stop using?

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

                            HARRY
              Yeah, I guess we'd better.

                                                 CUT TO:

                                                               60.

INT. SARA'S MAILBOX

Still nothing.

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. SARA'S APARTMENT

Pop, hit, gulp, snap...

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

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. MARION'S APARTMENT

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

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

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. SARA'S MAILBOX

Nope

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. SARA'S APARTMENT

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

Sara stops pacing.  Out of breath, she towers over the phone.
She dials 411.  Her mouth races after her speed-drenched mind.

                            COMPUTERIZED OPERATOR
                     (off-screen)
              Welcome to Bell Atlantic.  Number
              please?

                            SARA
              Malin & Block.  Manhattan.

                            COMPUTERIZED OPERATOR
                     (off-screen)
              Please hold for your number.

Suddenly, the fridge shudders.  Sara jumps.

                                                 CUT BACK TO:

                                                               61.

INT. MARION'S APARTMENT

Finally Marion stands up:

                            MARION
              It's three already.  We're making a
              big deal out of nothing.

                            TYRONE
                     (a bit too willing)
              Yeah, we can stop using.  We proved
              it.  Right now.

                            MARION
              Harry, it's stupid to panic and
              think the world's coming to an end
              just 'cause we can't score any
              solid weight.

                            HARRY
              OK, fine.

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

And:

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

And then again:

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

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. MARION'S APARTMENT - MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

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

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

                            HARRY
              You alright?

                            MARION
                     (nods)
              Must have had a bad dream, I guess.

                                                 CUT TO:

                                                               62.

INT. MARION'S KITCHEN.

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

                                                 CUT BACK TO:

INT. MARION'S APARTMENT

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

                            MARION
              Maybe we should dip in now.

                            HARRY
              It's all we have.

                            MARION
              Tyrone will score in the morning.

                            HARRY
              It's a bitch out there.

                            MARION
              It'll be fine, sweetheart, I just
              know it will.

A long beat.

                            HARRY
              Yeah, I guess.  I'll get the stuff.

                            MARION
              I love you, Harry.

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

                                                 CUT TO:

INT. SARA'S APARTMENT

Pop, hit, gulp, snap.

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

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

                                                               63.

                            COMPUTERIZED OPERATOR
                     (off-screen)
              Welcome to Malin & Block.  If you
              know your party's extension, please
              enter it now.  For the directory
              please press four, one, one.

Sara presses 411.

                            COMPUTERIZED OPERATOR
                     (off-screen)
              Please enter the last name of the
              person you are trying to reach.

                            SARA
              Russel.  Lyle Russel.

Sara starts to press some numbers.

                            COMPUTERIZED OPERATOR
                     (off-screen)
              We're sorry, there's no one in the
              directory with that name.  Please
              wait for an operator.

A moment later an operator answers.

                            WOMAN ON PHONE
                     (off-screen)
              Malin & Block.

                            SARA
              Lyle Russel.

                            WOMAN ON PHONE
                     (off-screen)
              I'm sorry, but I don't have his
              name listed on my directory.