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hwpby
Darren Aronofsky & Hubert Selby, Jr.
ON THE TV -
- is Tappy Tibbons, Americas favorite television personality.
His charismatic personality shines for the entire world to
see.
His audience cheers wildly.
AUDIENCE
Juice by Tappy! Juice by Tappy!
Juice by Tappy! ooooOOOOH! Tappys
got juice! Tappys got juice!
ooooOOOOH Tappy!
TAPPY TIBBONS
Thank you! Thank you vey much!
Todays winner is a flight attendant
from Washington DC. Will you
please welcome Mary -
Suddenly, the plug is pulled. The TV flickers off and we -
CUT TO:
THE PRESENTATION TITLES, THEN -
CUT TO:
INT. SARAS LIVING ROOM - DAY
Harry Goldfarb, young twenties, is an eccentric kid with a
seductive smile.
He tries to stop his mother, Sara Goldfarb, from locking
herself in the closet.
HARRY
Ma! Ma! Cmon, Ma!
SARA
Harold. Please. Not again the TV.
She slams the door closed and Harry talks to the shut door.
HARRY
Why do you haveta make such a big
deal out of this? Eh? You know
youll have the set back in a
couple of hours.
No answer.
2.
HARRY (CONTD)
Why ya gotta make me feel guilty?
(frustrated)
Ahhh...
Harry walks across the room to the early eighties TV with
ridiculous rabbit ears.
Sara locks the door and retreats to the back of the closet.
Harry starts to push the set on its stand when suddenly it
jerks - almost falling. Harry spies a thick bicycle chain
going from around the TV to the radiator.
HARRY (CONTD)
Jesus! Whatta ya tryin to do, eh?
You tryin to get me to break my
own mothers set? Or break the
radiator?
Harry marches to the closet.
HARRY (CONTD)
..an maybe blow up the whole house?
You tryin to make me a killer?
Your own son? Your own flesh and
blood? WHATTA YA DOIN TA ME?
YOUR OWN SON!!!
Then, a thin key slowly peeks out from under the closet door.
Harry works it out with his fingernail and yanks it up.
HARRY (CONTD)
Why do you always gotta play games
with my head for krists sake?
Dont you have any considerations
for my feelings? Why do you haveta
make my life so difficult?
And then, meekly from the closet -
SARA
Harold, I wouldnt. The chain
isnt for you. The robbers.
HARRY
Then why didnt you tell me? The
set almost fell. I coulda had a
heart attack.
Sara shakes her head in the darkness.
SARA
You should be well, Harold.
3.
HARRY
Then why wont you come out?
Harry tries to open the locked closet door but cant.
HARRY (CONTD)
See what I mean? See how you
always gotta upset me?
Harry walks to the TV, unlocks the chain and starts to wheel
the TV towards the front door. He pauses by the closet.
HARRY (CONTD)
Ma? Ma? Cmon out? Please, Ma.
No response. Inside, Sara hugs her knees.
Then, he throws up his hands, mumbles -
HARRY
Eh, screw it.
- and pushes the set carefully out of the apartment.
In the closet, Sara hears the door shut. She mumbles to
herself -
SARA
Its not happening. And if it
should be happening it would be
alright, so dont worry, Seymour.
Itll all work out. Youll see
already. In the end its all nice.
SMASH CUT TO:
BLACK -
- AND THE TITLE: REQUIEM FOR A DREAM
TITLES BEGIN -
EXT. SARAS APARTMENT - HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
Waiting for Harry is Tyrone C. Love, young twenties, leaning
against the wall, playing skillfully with a yo-yo.
Taking his time, Tyrone helps Harry wheel the set to the
dingy elevator.
TYRONE
Sheeit, this mutha startin to look
a little seedy, man.
4.
HARRY
Whats the matter, ya particular
all of a sudden?
TYRONE
Hey, baby, ah dont care if its
growin hair just sos we get our
braid.
CUT TO:
EXT. SARAS BUILDING - BRIGHTON BEACH, BROOKLYN - DAY
Lining the front of the building in beach chairs are ten
female Yentas absorbing the sun and passing judgement on
Harry.
Harry says hello and is greeted by a chorus of fake,
sarcastic hellos in return.
CUT TO:
EXT. STREETS OF BRIGHTON BEACH AND CONEY ISLAND
Harry and Tyrone carefully navigate the TV through the
streets of the old Brooklyn neighborhood.
They go under the elevated train, past the giant, dying
projects, across the boardwalk, beneath the shadows of the
towering parachute jump and through the cracking and boarded-
up amusement park.
THE TITLES END.
A HARD CUT TO:
BLACK
ON THE SCREEN IN WHITE LETTERS: SUMMER
CUT TO:
INT. PAWN SHOP - DAY
Old and squat Mr. Rabinowitz shakes his head as Harry and
Tyrone push the set into his store.
He stands behind a cage of bulletproof glass with all of the
pawn shops possessions.
MR RABINOWITZ
So look, the table too already.
5.
HARRY
Hey, what do you want from me? I
cant schlep it on my back.
MR RABINOWITZ
You got a friend.
TYRONE
Hey man, I aint my lepers
schlepper.
Harry chuckles.
MR RABINOWITZ
Such a son. A goniff. Your mother
needs you like a moose needs a hat
rack.
The pawn shop owner clucks his tongue and slowly counts out
the money.
CUT TO:
QUICK HIP-HOP MONTAGE:
Lighter flicks-liquid on spoon sizzles-tourniquet snaps-
needle sucks-hand slaps vein-a thunderous rush of liquid-and
finally an ecstatic sigh.
INT. TYRONES DIVE PAD - LATER
Tyrones pad is run down but itll do. Tight on Harry back-
spinning a record on the tu
