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7.
One of the kids begins skating backwards. He nudges his
friend and imitates Sam's spastic motions. Both of them laugh
and zoom away.
SAM (CONT'D)
Ha ha, you little bastards.
LILA:
We don't have to do this, you know.
It's supposed to be fun.
SAM:
I'm having fun.
He lets go of Lila's hand and tries to skate in the manner of
Eric Heiden, pumping his legs with one hand behind his back,
going faster and faster.
LILA:
Sam...
Sam, now out of control, begins speeding downhill.
SAM:
How do I stop? HOW DO I STOP?
Ahead of him, the path forks left and right. He won't be able
to make the turn at this speed.
At the last second, Sam grabs onto a lamppost. He spins
around the post and flops into a bush.
LILA:
(catching up)
Sam? Sam?
Sam lies on the ground, catching his breath. He's covered
with leaves and dirt.
LILA (CONT’D)
You okay?
Lila crouches beside him and begins checking him for injuries
with the practiced skill of a nurse.
SAM:
I'm fine, I'm fine.
LILA:
That was impressive.
She lies down next to him.
8.
SAM:
Maybe I'm not ready for this. I'm
not so coordinated.
LILA:
That's okay. You're a sexy klutz.
They kiss. Lila pulls herself closer, her hands on Sam's
wrists. Abruptly, Sam pulls his long sleeves down farther, as
if to hide something on his wrists. Lila releases him.
.
For a moment both of them are quiet.
LILA (CONT'D)
You don't have to do that. You
don't have to hide from me.
Sam doesn't look at her.
SAM:
I'm not hiding.
LILA:
Sam.
Sam raises his head.
LILA (CONT'D)
Don't hide.
She kisses him. In the middle of the kiss a loud CRACK
startles both of them.
LILA (CONT'D)
What was that?
For a few seconds nothing happens. And then another CRACK,
and then another, coming rapid fire now, grape-size chunks of
ice falling from the sky and shattering on the paved
walkways.
SAM:
Hail.
INT. CAR -- NIGHT
DRIVER'S POV
We see the road through the driver's eyes. We're somewhere in
Brooklyn, driving fast through a string of green lights.
Everything is very, very quiet.
9.
We turn to the right. A GREEN-EYED WOMAN (20) sits in the
passenger seat. She says something, but we can't hear a word.
She smiles.
INT. SUBWAY CAR -- AFTERNOON
Henry opens his eyes. He sits in a car that shudders and
rattles its way through the underground. On his lap is a book
on the artist Tristan R.veur.
He pulls a cigarette from a pack and lights it.
Next to Henry sleeps a long-haired TEENAGE BOY wearing a
Walkman:
from the headphones we hear "I Shall be Released."Various subway riders glare at Henry and wave away the smoke,
obviously annoyed that he's polluting their airspace.
A YOUNG WOMAN who wears her blonde hair in dreadlocks sits
across the car, watching Henry.
YOUNG WOMAN:
You go to Columbia, right? We were
both in Psych 221. Professor
Matthewson?
(pointing at his book)
You did your oral presentation on
psychosis and Tristan R.veur,
right?
Henry stares at her as if she's speaking an alien language. A
BUSINESSMAN standing between them, holding onto the metal
pole, wearing a gray suit and carrying an attache case,
shakes his head at Henry.
BUSINESSMAN:
No smoking on the train.
HENRY:
What?
BUSINESSMAN:
(pointing)
Look at the sign, fella. No smoking
on the train.
Henry looks at the sign.
INSERT NO SMOKING SIGN
10.
BUSINESSMAN (CONT'D)
Capeesh? Put it out.
HENRY:
Capeesh? Are you in the Mafia?
The businessman leans closer, until his face is inches from
Henry's.
BUSINESSMAN:
Put out the f***ing cigarette.
Henry slowly rolls his shirtsleeve back from his forearm. The
skin is mottled with fresh burns.
He draws on his cigarette until its point is red-hot, then
stabs it out on the skin of his wrist. He does not flinch.
The businessman reels backward. The dreadlocked Columbia
student's mouth drops open. The people sitting next to Henry
stand and move away.
Henry offers the cigarette butt to the businessman, who waves
his hand at it and moves away, muttering:
BUSINESSMAN (CONT'D)
You ought to be locked up.
HENRY:
I am.
When the train pulls into the next station, the businessman
and the Columbia caucastafarian hastily depart.
INT. SAM'S BEDROOM -- NIGHT
Bookshelves overflowing with books dominate the space. The
one luxurious feature is a working fireplace where a well-
built little fire now burns.
Lila's curled up in bed, highlighting lines in Dante's
Purgatorio.
Sam, lying beside her, speaks on the PHONE.
SAM:
Hey, Beth, this is Sam. Hope you're
feeling better. I met with your
patient Henry Letham today, thought
maybe we could compare notes.
Anyway, give me a call.
11.
He hangs up and stares into the fire, his hands folded over
his chest.
SAM (CONT'D)
(to Lila)
You don't think it's a little odd,
predicting a hailstorm like that?
LILA:
(not really paying
attention)
So he watches the Weather Channel.
SAM:
I looked in the newspaper. There
was nothing about any hail today.
LILA:
Maybe he's a shaman and he did a
little hail dance.
SAM:
Okay, forget it.
LILA:
(finally looking up)
How's Beth Levy?
SAM:
I don't know. She hasn't returned
any of my calls.
LILA:
Hm.
SAM:
What does "hm" mean?
LILA:
didn't she?
Sam jabs Lila in the ribs with his finger.
SAM:
What are you, jealous? Beth's one
of my oldest friends.
LILA:
She's your oldest friend, that's
supposed to make me unjealous?
12.
SAM:
Unjealous?
LILA:
She's in love. It's obvious to
everyone but you. And every day you
wear that sweater she made you-
She points at the blue sweater, lying folded on top of the
dresser.
LILA (CONT'D)
--and all I can think is, Damn, I
can't even knit.
SAM:
She saved my life, sweetheart.
LILA:
I know.
SAM:
You're the only one for me, all
right? I knew I would find you. And
I did.
LILA:
(kissing him on the lips)
It took you long enough.
INT. BETH LEVY'S OFFICE -- MORNING
Wednesday
Sam sits behind Beth's desk and Henry sits facing him.
SAM:
Have you considered a career in
meteorology?
Henry says nothing, only stares at the chewed-down stubs of
his fingernails.
SAM (CONT' D)
The weatherman said something about
the hail?
HENRY:
I can't listen to the weatherman
anymore. I don't understand a word
he says.
.
13.
SAM:
You don't understand the
weatherman?
HENRY:
Do you?
SAM:
Sure. He says rain, I bring an
umbrella.
Henry stares at Sam for a moment, trying to gauge the
psychiatrist. He seems to come to a decision.
HENRY:
I don't know what's real anymore.
SAM:
Go on.
(off Henry's non-response)
Give me a chance, Henry. I'm good
at what I do.
HENRY:
The voices never stop.
SAM:
Voices?
HENRY:
In my head. They never stop.
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