Labyrinth Page #13

ANOTHER ANGLE:

SARAH is approached by a MIDDLE-AGED MAN who has a box hanging at

waist height from a ribbon around his neck. It looks like SARAH's

music box. She looks down at it with interest and he throws open the

cover. But there is no dancer inside, instead there is a stick carved

like a snake. It shoots out at SARAH and she cries out and backs

away. ALL THE PEOPLE around her laugh and she moves hurriedly on.

JARETH, who is dancing with an even more beautiful WOMAN than before,

watches SARAH.

ANOTHER ANGLE:

SARAH is looking for JARETH. She spots him and sees him whisper

something to his partner who smiles knowingly from beneath her mask

and licks her lips. SARAH blushes and turns away and finds herself

looking into another mirror. But in the reflection, JARETH isn't with

a partner. He is standing alone, the DANCERS a whirling blur around

him, and he is looking straight at her. SARAH, whirling around to

face the crowd and she sees JARETH with yet a third BEAUTY. And then

she realizes that it is herself! In a trance-like state she moves

through the CROWD to get a better look.

ANOTHER ANGLE:

SARAH'S POV - She is whirling in JARETH's arms, and she is the most

beautiful woman at the ball. JARETH smiles down at her and the

attraction between them is palpable.

JARETH:
You look like a queen.

SARAH looks up at him, thrilled by his words.

SARAH:
I ... I feel like ... I ... don't know what I feel ...

JARETH (smiling): Don't you?

And he whirls her around dizzyingly, so dizzyingly that she swoons in

his arms. He catches her before she can fall very far, tightening his

grip around her waist.

SARAH:
Are we ... are we in a bubble?

JARETH:
Yes, we are. A dream bubble ... where your dreams can come

true.

ANOTHER ANGLE:

OUR SARAH is being jostled by the crowd. She stumbles and almost

falls on top of a COUPLE on a bench. The WOMAN is sprawled across the

lap of the MAN who wears a mask with a very phallic nose. SARAH backs

away from them, frightened.

ANOTHER ANGLE:

JARETH and SARAH, dancing. She is smiling up at him, he has never

looked more handsome. There is something more open about him, as if

he, too, is caught up in the moment. He nuzzles her hair with his

lips and whispers in her ear.

JARETH (whispering): My Queen!

Then he begins a song. A song that tells SARAH he will give her

everything she wants, even things she doesn't know she wants. A song

that says forget it all; all the restrictions, all the powerlessness.

Forget and stay in the dream.

ANOTHER ANGLE:

OUR SARAH watches, mesmerized. But every time she tries to get closer

to JARETH and SARAH she in jostled by a lascivious ADMIRER, pushed

out of the way by WOMEN laughingly being chased by MEN. She stumbles

against a wall and a door opens. Inside, pillow feathers are flying

and she can't make out what the SEVERAL PEOPLE are doing. A WOMAN

comes up to the doorway, winks at SARAH, and closes the door.

ANOTHER ANGLE:

JARETH finishes the song and SARAH looks up at him, smiling. He moves

his face closer to hers and she closes her eyes. His face comes

closer, and closer.

ANOTHER ANGLE:

OUR SARAH shrinks back from what she is seeing. She turns and runs,

pushing herself though the languid CROWD, right into the bubble

itself.

57EXT:
BALL - NIGHT

SARAH comes crashing through the bubble and the whole ballroom

crumbles. In seconds it resembles nothing so much as a junkyard.

58EXT JUNK CITY - NIGHT

SARAH runs through the streets of a part-market, part-junkyard. There

are piles of rubble and junk everywhere, and between them are tents

from which PEOPLE hawk objects of all kinds. Some of them approach

SARAH and she pushes them away, sobbing.

ANOTHER ANGLE:

SARAH'S POV - A RED TENT, and standing in front of it is an OLD WOMAN

stooped over from the objects piled high on her back. She beckons to

SARAH and pulls the tent flap aside.

JUNK WOMAN:
'Ere it is, Dearie. All the fings you want, all the fings

you need.

ANOTHER ANGLE:

The flap opens wider and inside the tent WE CAN SEE SARAH's room!

ANOTHER ANGLE:

SARAH gasps at the sight and runs headlong into the tent. She trips

over the threshold and lands face down on her bed.

59INT:
SARAH'S ROOM - NIGHT

SARAH sits up on the bed and looks around the room. She shakes her

head and laughs.

SARAH:
What a dream!

She gets up and stretches, then walks over to the mirror. She smiles

at her reflection.

SARAH:
Yep, you've got quite an imagination, kid, Just what a great

actress needs.

She walks over to the bed and picks up Lancelot the bear.

SARAH:
How about a midnight snack, Sir Lance ...

She goes over to the door and opens it.

60EXT:
JUNK CITY - NIGHT

SARAH'S POV - THE MARKET/JUNKYARD TEEMING WITH ACTIVITY.

The JUNK WOMAN peers in.

JUNK WOMAN:
'Aven't you got everythin' you need, Dearie?

61INT:
SARAH'S ROOM - NIGHT

SARAH screams and slams the door. She buries her face in the bear.

SARAH:
It _is_ just a dream!

She takes a deep breath and goes to the door again. She opens it very

slowly.

62EXT:
JUNK CITY - NIGHT

SARAH'S POV - THE SAME TEEMING ACTIVITY. The JUNK WOMAN peers in

again.

JUNK WOMAN:
Best to stay in there, where it's safe, Dearie. Don't

know what might 'appen to you out 'ere.

63INT:
SARAH'S ROOM - NIGHT

SARAH clams the door again and rushes over to the window. A GROUP OF

REVELLERS peer in at her and laugh. She quickly pulls the curtains

closed and walks back to the center of the room. She stands clutching

the bear, then looks up at her reflection in the mirror.

ANOTHER ANGLE:

SARAH'S reflection. Herself as a very old woman, clutching a teddy

bear.

OLD SARAH:
Best to stay in here where it's safe. Don't know what

might happen to you out there.

SARAH steps back from the mirror and suddenly the floor becomes a sea

of mud and all the objects in the room come falling down on her. As

she tries to rise out of the muck more objects land on and around her

and pull her down.

SARAH:
Help! Somebody help me!

64EXT:
JUNK CITY - NIGHT

LUDO and DIDYMUS desperately searching for SARAH, DIDYMUS riding his

DOG.

65INT:
TAVERN TENT - NIGHT

HOGGLE sits at a bar, drowning his sorrows. A JUNK MAN/BARTENDER

works behind the bar. HOGGLE slams his cup down.

HOGGLE:
Another!

The BARTENDER holds out his hand greedily. HOGGLE pulls a treasure

off his belt and slams it on the bar. The BARTENDER pours.

66EXT:
JUNK CITY - NIGHT

DIDYMUS and LUDO approach the red tent. They spy the JUNK WOMAN.

DIDYMUS:
Did you see a noble maiden pass this way?

JUNK WOMAN:
A noble maiden, eh? What would she be doin' in a place

like this?

DIDYMUS:
She's on a rescue mission ...

The JUNK WOMAN finds this hilarious.

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