Hannah and Her Sisters Page #4

HOLLY:

(interrupting, waving

out her match)

I know. It's terrible!

APRIL:

(shaking her head)

I mean, I've looked everywhere.

HANNAH:

(picking at the

turkey and gesturing)

Maybe April would like Phil. Phil

Gammage, the tall guy in there by

the piano.

Holly groans, looking at her sister, while April sips her

drink and nods.

APRIL:

(pointing to herself)

Hm-mm. Oh, yeah. I met Phil.

HANNAH:

(looking at April, nodding)

Mmm?

APRIL:

He's the--He looks like Ichabod

Crane?

Hannah screams with laughter as she walks toward the end of

the table, past a gleeful Holly, who points her finger at

Hannah as she passes. Hannah, still laughing, playfully

pushes the accusing finger away.

APRIL:

(laughing with the

sisters, gesturing)

I love that. That's my type.

HANNAH:

(shaking her head, laughing)

I can't believe it!

She walks over to a nearby china cabinet.

APRIL:

(nodding and looking

at Hannah)

No, really, I really like him a lot.

HOLLY:

(overlapping, laughing

and gesturing)

No, really, we mustn't get

discouraged.

As Holly continues to tease her sister, Hannah opens a

drawer in the cabinet. She takes out two apples decorated

with paper turkey heads and tails and hands them to April.

HOLLY:

(fussing at the table)

Hannah will invite some men over

who don't look like Ichabod Crane.

APRIL:

(overlapping)

Mmm.

April starts to put the turkey apples on the table. A

bemused Hannah takes two more out of the cabinet and places

one of them on the table as well.

HOLLY:

(straightening a

table setting)

Not this Thanksgiving, you know.

HANNAH:

(overlapping, to

April, who has just

set down her apples)

Here. Be careful with those.

HOLLY:

(continuing her

teasing, gesturing)

Maybe at Christmas, New Year's. If

not this New Year's, maybe next New

Year's.

While Holly is talking, Hannah hands her the last turkey

apple, accidentally sticking her with one of the toothpicks

that keeps the decorations in place.

HOLLY:

(reacting)

Ouch!

HANNAH:

(turning to her

sister in surprise)

Oh!

The film cuts to a short hallway leading to a bathroom in

Hannah's apartment. In the foreground is a standing lamp.

In the background, Elliot is seen walking inside the

bathroom, looking around the room. Light piano music is

dimly heard.

ELLIOT:

(searching)

Must be here someplace.

He walks out of the bathroom, moving down the hallway

towards the camera.

LEE:

(offscreen)

Oh, you know, I, I love that book

you lent me. The Easter Parade?

You were right. It had very

special meaning for me.

ELLIOT:

How's Frederick? He didn't come.

Elliot walks into the bedroom as Lee continues to talk

offscreen. The camera, leaving Elliot, moves across the

room, past a wall of framed paintings, a headboard and bed,

a night table and lamp, revealing Lee. She is flipping

through a book by a curtained window.

LEE:

(offscreen)

Oh, well, you know Frederick. One

of his moods. Although it wasn't a

bad week. He

(onscreen)

uh, sold a picture.

ELLIOT:

(offscreen)

Oh, great.

The camera stays with Lee as she walks around the room, past

another curtained window, a television set, and a rolltop

desk. She absently flips through the book as she talks to

the offscreen Elliot.

LEE:

Yeah, it was, it was one of his

better drawings, a very beautiful

nude study. Actually, it was of me.

(laughing)

It's funny, you know, it's a funny

feeling to know you're being hung

naked in some stranger's living room.

Lee puts the book she's been holding down on the desk, only

to pick up another one. She looks at the offscreen Elliot.

LEE:

Well, you can't tell it's me,

although--

(pausing)

You're turning all red, Elliot.

She reacts. The camera moves to a blushing Elliot, following

him now as he walks across the room.

ELLIOT:

(laughing self-consciously)

Really? So, so, what else? Wh-

what are you up to?

LEE:

(offscreen)

Oh, I don't know. My unemployment

checks are running out. Um, I was

thinking of taking some courses at

Columbia with the last of my savings.

As Lee speaks, Elliot parts a hanging curtain against the

wall to reveal a stereo and some records. He looks at the

offscreen Lee.

ELLIOT:

Like, uh...?

LEE:

(offscreen)

I don't know exactly.

As Elliot reaches inside the stereo shelf, grabbing a bottle

of antihistamines, the camera moves back to Lee, who sits

down on the bed. She is still holding a book.

LEE:

Uh, sociology, psychology maybe. I

always thought I might like to work

with children.

Elliot walks over to Lee; he sits down on a footstool in

front of her.

ELLIOT:

(gesturing with the

bottle of pills

gripped in his hand)

Incidentally, I-I always have

clients who are furnishing places.

Some of them might-might be

interested in buying art. Shall I,

shall I call you?

(chuckling self-consciously)

LEE:

Yeah, sure.

(taking the bottle of

pills Elliot hands her)

You know, uh, Frederick would

really by grateful for a sale.

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