Requiem for a Dream Page #3

...I already met one

Ma, ma, ma, ma! Don't

go ape sh*t, alright?

Who is she? Who's her

parents? What do they do?

You know her, ma.

Marion...

...Marion Silver.

Remember.

Oh, Silver. Of course.

Manhattan Beach. He's got

a house on the esplanade.

Garment business.

Yeah, he's real big

in women's undies.

Before you go bouncin' all over

again and make me forget...

What I want

to tell ya is...

...I got you a present.

I don't need a present,

just have a baby.

Will you let me tell

you what I got ya?

Will ya? Ma?

Krist, you're really something

else today, you know that?

Look...

...I know...

...well...

I'm sorry for being

such a bastard.

I want to make it up.

I mean I know I can't change

anything that's happened.

But I want you to know that...

...I love you...

...and...

...I'm sorry.

And I want you to be happy.

So I got you a

brand new TV set.

It's going to be delivered

in a couple of days.

It's from Macy's.

Oh, Harry...

Oh, your father

would be so happy...

...if he could see what

you're doing for your mother.

You see that Seymour?

You see how good

your son is?

He knows what it's like for

his mother living all alone.

No one to visit her...

Hey ma...

You on uppers?

-What?

-You on uppers?

You're on diet pills, ain't ya?

I told you, I'm

going to a specialist.

That's what I thought. You're

makin' a croaker for speed.

Harry, are you alright?

I'm just going to a doctor.

What did he give ya ma?

Eh? Does he give ya pills?

-Of course. He's a doctor.

-What kind of pills?

A purple one, a blue one...

I mean, like what's in them.

Harry, I'm Sara Goldfarb,

not Albert Einstein.

-How should I know?

-Do they make you feel good...

...and give you lots of pep?

Well, I guess...

-...maybe a little.

-A little?

Ma, I can hear ya grinding

ya teeth from here.

-That goes away at night.

-At night?

Yeah, when I take

the green one.

In thirty minutes I'm asleep.

Poof, just like that.

Ma, ma, ya gotta cut

that stuff loose.

I'm telling you, it's no good.

What do you mean

it's no good?

-Twenty five pounds I've lost.

-Big deal.

Do ya wanta be a dope

fiend for krists sake?

What is with this dope fiend?

He's a nice doctor.

I am telling you that

croaker's no good.

How come you know

so much, huh?

How come you know more

about medicine than a doctor?

Believe me, ma. I know.

You'll get strung

out for krists sake.

Oh come on. I almost

fit in my red dress.

The one I wore to your

high school graduation.

The one your father

liked so much.

I remember how he looked

at me in the red dress.

What's the big deal

about the red dress?

I'm going to wear the red...

You don't know?

I'm going to be on television.

I got a call and

an application and...

C'mon ma, whose

pullin' ya leg?

Oh no, I'm going to be a

contestant on television.

I don't know when yet...

But you'll see how proud you

are when you see your mother...

...in her red dress on

television, in golden shoes...

What is the big deal

about being on television?

Those pills will kill you

before you ever get on.

Big deal?

You drove up in a cab.

Did you see who had

the best seat?

I'm somebody now, Harry.

Everybody likes me.

Soon...

...millions of people

will see me...

...and they'll all like me.

I'll tell them about you...

...and your father.

How good he was to us.

Remember?

It's a reason to get

up in the morning.

It's a reason to lose weight...

...to fit in the red dress.

It's a reason to smile.

It makes tomorrow alright.

What have I got, Harry?

Why should I even...

...make the bed or

wash the dishes?

I do them.

But why should I?

I'm alone.

Your father's gone.

You're gone.

I got no one....

...to care for.

What have I got, Harry?

I'm lonely.

I'm old.

You got friends, ma.

It's not the same.

They don't need me.

I like the way I feel.

I like thinking about the red

dress and the television...

...and you and your father.

Now when I get

the sun I smile.

I'll come and visit, ma.

Now that I'm straight, my

business is going good...

...I'll come. Me and Marion.

We'll come for dinner.

That's good, you bring her.

I'll make your mushroom

soup and a roast.

That sounds great, ma.

That sounds great.

I'll give ya a call

ahead a time, alright?

Okay. I'm glad.

I'm glad you have a nice girl...

...and your own business.

I'm glad.

I got to go, ma.

I have an appointment

in a little bit. But...

...I'll be back.

Okay. You still got your key?

Yeah, I got it ma.

Goodbye son.

Brody say, you coming

up quick, kid.

Thanks, man.

He says you're smart,

you're loyal...

...and you're not a junkie.

Brody wants to promote you.

He wants to give you more

responsibility. You interested?

Yeah...

Yeah. Sh*t, yeah man.

Brody say, you f*** him...

-...I'll kill you.

-I got that.

Remember that.

Oh sh*t, you got

a white driver.

FALL:

What the f***...?

Freeze!

I love you, Harry.

You make me feel

like a person.

Like...

...I'm me and...

...I'm beautiful.

You are beautiful.

You're the most beautiful

girl in the world.

You're my dream.

No, Mrs, Goldfarb,

I'm absolutely certain,

But maybe you gave me

a weaker one last time.

That isn't possible,

Mrs, Goldfarb,

They're all the same potency,

But something isn't the same.

You're just becoming

adjusted to them,

It's nothing to worry about

Mrs, Goldfarb, okay,

-We got a winner!

-We got a 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,

Juice by Sara! Juice by Sara!

Sara's got Juice!

Sara's got Juice!

Sara!

Love.

Love, Tyrone C. Get your

sh*t together, you made bail.

How much?

They got most of our cash.

You're up for consortin'.

Oh sh*t, man.

Angel says it's a war between

the italians and the blacks.

Sal the Geep is keeping all

the sh*t down in Florida.

Sheeit.

-No one's got a thing.

-Except Big Tim.

Sh*t. Let's go see him.

He ain't selling. He

only given up for p*ssy.

-What?

-P*ssy.

He's hooked on

the thang, man.

Ah toldim' ah giveim

all he wants...

...he said I ain't

cute enough for him.

You alright?

Yeah. It was a bad dream.

You want some water?

Maybe we should dip in now.

Come Marion, I already

told you, alright...

It's all we have.

Tyrone is going to score

in the morning, Harry.

I don't know...

It's a b*tch out there.

It'll be okay.

It'll be okay, Harry.

Yeah...

...I guess so.

I love you, Harry.

What seems to be the problem?

The weight's doing fine.

The weight is fine. I'm not.

The refrigerator...

Something wrong?

Everything's....

...all mixed up.

-Confused like...

-That's nothing to worry about.

Just get this filled.

Make an appointment

for a week.

Well?

Tyrone ain't

found nothing yet.

What are we going to do?

I don't know.

Well you have to

do something here.

It's your fault that we don't

have something for the morning.

What are you talking about?

Rate this script:5.0 / 1 vote