Trauma Page #11

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me. You want me to fly you?

(an edge)

You want me to be your Rotor?

RABBIT:

Not cool.

MARISA:

No. What you just did isn’t cool.

Maybe you can’t die but I can. You

want me to fly you? You pull back

on the craziness. If you can. If

you can’t. Section 8 yourself out

of the gig.

RABBIT:

Look...

MARISA:

And don’t bust my balls on which

calls we take. And don’t go

“Bullitt” on me in the car.

(off him)

Yeah, I saw the movie. Great stuff.

Love Steve McQueen. Newsflash, you

ain’t him. We clear?

(CONTINUED)

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RABBIT:

(rubbing)

Okay. Sheesh.

The EMTs and cops watch this, loving it all.

MARISA:

Sorry for hitting you.

RABBIT:

It’s alright. Not the first time

I’ve been hit by a girl. Second

time, I didn’t pay for it though.

(a beat, sheepish)

You need a lift?

MARISA:

Hell no.

Marisa walks off. It settles over Rabbit. Night over.

69 INT. TRAUMA CENTER - SAN FRANCISCO GENERAL - NIGHT 69

Nancy’s cooked. The waiting room’s clearing out. The night’s

ending. Heading out, Nancy passes reception. There’s a TIRED

YOUNG WOMAN there.

TIRED WOMAN:

... On the bridge. My name is

Alison.

Boom! The name hits Nancy.

NANCY:

Excuse me, are you looking for

someone?

ALISON:

Yes. Jeremy. My boyfriend. Well

kind of. We just really started

dating...

NANCY:

(to the receptionist)

Call downstairs. I’ll take her.

ALISON:

(hopeful)

He’s here?!

NANCY:

He’s here. But Alison. I’ve got

some very tough news.

Alison starts to crumple. Nancy holds her.

70

INT. MORGUE - NIGHT 70

An attendant pulls back the body bag, reveal John Doe’s face.

(CONTINUED)

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On the other side of the glass, Alison stands with Nancy.

Tears roll down her face.

ALISON:

That’s Jeremy. Oh God...

NANCY:

I couldn’t... save him. Um, I tried

really hard. And I don’t think

anyone could have done much more.

ALISON:

We had a fight. He was mad the last

time I saw him. He died hating me.

NANCY:

No he didn’t. I was there with him

at the end. He didn’t go alone.

(fighting for control)

His last word was your name. And it

wasn’t in anger.

ALISON:

Thank you.

There’s a moment. A complete and utter shared connection of

grief.

ALISON (CONT’D)

This happened to you didn’t it?

(Nancy nods)

Does it ever get better?

NANCY:

Not recently. You got a job?

Something you love? Something you

were born to?

ALISON:

I work in an insurance company. I

hate it.

NANCY:

Okay... Scratch that.

Alison manages a chuckle. We move around to the other side of

the glass. The attendant zips up the body bag. The tag

reading John Doe is replaced with a tag: “JEREMY BURTON.”

71 EXT. SAN FRANCISCO - NIGHT 71

Lights twinkle. Cars move. Sidewalks thrive. For the lucky,

life goes on.

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72 INT. BART TRAIN - NIGHT

72

BOONE rides the train. STOCKBROKERS fill some seats. He

catches the eye of a PRETTY BROKER. They look at each other.

Then Boone looks away.

73

INT. RABBIT’S APARTMENT - NIGHT 73

Extreme focused minimalism. A very nice bed. A very nice

refrigerator. A stereo system easily worth $10,000. Neat

shelves of books, CDs and vinyl. No TV. Not a single picture

on the wall.

A ritual, Rabbit pulls down blackout curtains. Meticulously

he TAPES the edges of the window shades. Done with the task,

he just stands there. Nowhere to go. Night over.

74 INT. LOCKER ROOM - SAN FRANCISCO GENERAL - NIGHT 74

Packing up the UNIFORM, Nancy changes into street clothes, a

simple t-shirt and jeans. They don’t smell like smoke,

they’re not stain with blood. She moves out the door

75

EXT. SAN FRANCISCO GENERAL - NIGHT 75

More bodies move inside on more gurneys. Lights and noise

swirl. For Nancy, it’s total silence as she moves out, away.

FADE TO:

76 INT. BOONE’S HOUSE - NIGHT 76

Boone creeps into the darkness. The first thing he sees is

THE COUCH made up for him to sleep on. Resigned, he moves

toward his DAUGHTERS’ ROOM.

Suddenly, his CELL PHONE VIBRATES, lighting up the room.

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NOE VALLEY APARTMENT

Wine in hand, the LEGGY WOMAN looks out the window. The phone

just rings.

Boone pushes “IGNORE” on his phone. Then tiptoes to his

daughter and kisses them on the forehead.

77 INT. RABBIT’S APARTMENT - DAWN 77

Rabbit lays in bed, staring at the ceiling. There’s a KNOCK

at his door. He looks confused. Could it be? No way.

He opens the door. It’s NANCY. The look that passes between

them speaks encyclopedias.

NANCY:

I can’t sleep.

RABBIT:

Yeah, me neither.

(CONTINUED)

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NANCY:

I know.

Together they move to the bed. There’s nothing sexual about

it. They slide in together. His shirt rides up, exposing a

HORRIBLE SCAR on his back. Lightly she touches it.

RABBIT:

Chicks think it’s sexy.

NANCY:

Shut up, Rabbit.

She SPOONS him. Rays of light seep through the sides of the

windows.

NANCY (CONT’D)

Hey... welcome back.

Together, they let sleep take them.

THE END:

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