Requiem for a Dream Page #5

I have to know when I'm

going to be on television.

I'm Sara Goldfarb, and...

...and you should tell me when

I'm going to be on television.

Just sit for a moment.

I'll ring them.

I just want to know when.

Maybe you lost my card.

Please dolly, you'll have

a look and you'll tell me.

It's not the prizes.

I'll give them away.

I just want to be

on the show.

I've waited so long to be...

...on with my Harry...

...and grandson.

Here, Mrs. Goldfarb, sip this.

Sometimes it takes awhile

to get called for a show...

...Mrs. Goldfarb.

-This her?

-Yes.

Can you walk?

I'm walking across this stage.

And you should see

my Harry on television.

We're giving the prizes away.

I just wanted

to be on the show!

-What's her name?

-We think it's Sara Goldfarb.

Call Seymore and tell him to

meet me at the beauty parlor.

I've got the dress that I

wore to Harry's graduation...

...and the gold shoes.

Okay Mrs. Goldfarb.

Here we go.

One... two... three...

Let's take it nice and easy.

Yeah?

Yeah?

Hi...

I'm going to be on television.

Oh, sheeit.

God damned jim,

how long you had that?

A few days.

That sh*t don't

look too good.

It don't feel too

good either, man.

But a little stuff will

take care of that.

Hey, what's wrong with you.

Don't shoot in there.

I'll blow it if I don't.

F*** it!

Oh sh*t.

Hi, how are you.

Can you hear me?

Yes, Seymore.

-Did you take anything?

-I took my red dress in.

No emergency.

Take her to psych.

Come on in.

What's your name?

Marion.

Well what do you know.

Maid Marion.

I'm Little John.

You have a beautiful view...

What I like best about patty

chicks is they give good head.

Black broads don't know

nothing about no head.

I don't know why.

Maybe it has something

to do with some ancient...

...tribal custom.

Better save some

of that energy.

I know it's purty baby...

...but I didn't take

it out for air.

I told you to stay

away from that arm.

I gotta call Marion, man.

Well it's about to be a

long distance call now.

That's six hundred miles.

Man, we are six hundred

miles closer to Miami.

Yeah. We're also six hundred

miles further away...

...from New York, Ty.

You know, I know where

you could pick up...

...a real nice taste.

Sunday night we're throwing

a little gathering.

All good people.

I can't. I'm busy.

Anyway, I'm not

really hooked.

Yeah, I know. But I'm tellin'

ya', it's a real nice taste.

I'll see you Sunday,

Maid Marion.

Okay Mrs. Goldfarb. Just try

and answer my questions, okay.

When did you start

taking the pills?

The summer.

You started in the summer.

Last summer?

I got the best

place in the sun.

-Okay.

-Ada fixed my hair.

Everything's going to be

alright, Mrs. Goldfarb.

We'll get you all

fixed up in no time.

You're okay. You're okay.

I can't cut it, man. I gotta

do something about this arm.

Let's see what it looks like.

Oh man.

That's the ugliest mothafucka'

I've ever seen.

I gotta call Marion.

F*** that.

We got to get you

to a hospital, man.

What is that?

What is that?

What's the problem?

My arm.

-My arm, it's killing me.

-Let's have a look at it.

Alright.

I'll be back in a minute.

I want to just play black

jack all night long.

I tell them ''Hey, you guys go

ahead, I don't feel good.

Sure enough,

they leave the room...

Ready? One... two... three...

And then as soon

as they leave...

...I go running back

down to the casino...

Sit at my blackjack table.

Man, I am there for

the whole night.

Finally I get up so big

I got five hundred dollar...

...black chips in my pocket.

I swear to God, the hours

are going by, I'm laying bets.

He's a security guard...

...and he's telling me

I have to leave.

I'm like ''why are you

telling me I have to leave?''

S-w-a-l-l-o-w!

You have to eat,

Mrs. Goldfarb.

lf we're going to get you

healthy, you have to eat.

Try and work with

the attendants.

I'm going to try

some new medications.

Hello?

Marion?

Harry?

Marion...

...I've been thinking

about you so much,

Are you okay?

When are you coming home?

Soon.

When?

Soon.

You holding out alright?

Harry...

...can you come today?

I'll come.

I'll come today,

Just wait for me, alright.

Okay, Harry.

I'm coming back, Marion,

-Yeah.

-Marion.

Yeah.

I'm sorry, Marion.

I know.

Mrs. Goldfarb...

...are you alright?

Mrs. Goldfarb, we've tried

several medications...

...and you don't seem

to be responding.

I believe we might be at

a point where we might...

...want to try some

alternative methods.

We've had excellent results

with ECTin the past.

So if I can just get...

...your John Hancock...

...we'll get underway.

Jesus krist.

I need a doctor.

My friend is sick.

Can you help, please?

I can't take it. My arm!

My f***ing arm!

Help me!

Somebody f***ing

help us please.

Maid Marion.

Welcome.

Can you hear me?

Can you see me?

-Yes sir.

-Okay for work.

Can you hear me?

Can you see me?

-Yes sir.

-Okay for work.

Can you hear me?

Can you see me?

-Yes sir,

-Okay for work,

Can you hear me?

Can you see me?

Yes sir.

Okay for work,

Can you hear me?

Can you see me?

-Yes sir,

-Okay for work,

Fellows, meet Marion.

Can you hear me?

Can you see me?

-Yes sir,

-Okay for work,

Can you hear me?

Can you see me?

-Yes sir,

-Okay for work,

Can you hear me?

Can you see me?

Showtime.

Can you hear me,

Can you see me?

Yes,

Yes sir.

God damn New Yawk

dope fien niggas,

Learn some manners.

Can you hear me?

Can you see me?

Yes, sir.

Okay for work.

Can you hear me?

Can you see me?

Says he's got something

wrong with his arm.

I don't think you'll be putting

any more dope in that arm.

It smells worse than he do.

Better get him over

to the hospital.

I don't expect he'll

live out the week.

One.

That's the trouble with

you New York dope fiends.

You got a rotten attitude.

You know that?

So what are we

going to do now?

Ass to ass.

Put your spineless

back into it. Come on.

And... three.

And... two.

Okay. Ready.

And three.

Cum. Cum. Cum.

Cum. Cum.

We're taking it off

at the shoulder.

Cum, Cum.

Cum. Cum. Cum.

Cum, Cum. Cum.

Cum. Cum.

Cum. Cum, Cum.

Marion!

It's alright.

Don't worry.

You're in a hospital.

-Marion?

-Who's that?

She'll be sent for.

She'll come.

No...

No?

No. She won't.

She'll come.

-Alright, we got a winner,

-We got a winner!

-Oh, we got a winner!

-We got a winner!

Our next winner is that

delightful personality,

Straight from Brighton

Beach, Brooklyn,

Please, give a juicy welcome

to Mrs, Sara Goldfarb,

I'm delighted to tell

you that you have just won...

...the grand prize!

Your prize has a sweet smile,

and his own private business.

And is about to get

married this summer.

Would you please give a

warm and juicy welcome...

...Harry Goldfarb!

Juice by Harry!

Juice by Harry!

Harry's got Juice!

Harry's got Juice!

Oh Harry!

I love you Harry.

I love you too ma.

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