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Unformatted text preview: Screenplays for You- free movie scripts and screenplays About Links Screenplays and movie scripts organized alphabetically: # A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z PDF Requiem for a Dream (2000) movie script by Darren Aronofsky & Hubert Selby, Jr. More info about this movie on IMDb.com ON THE TV -- is Tappy Tibbons, America's favorite television personality. His charismatic personality shines for the entire world to see. His audience cheers wildly. AUDIENCE Juice by Tappy! Juice by Tappy! Juice by Tappy! ooooOOOOH! Tappy's got juice! Tappy's got juice! ooooOOOOH Tappy! TAPPY TIBBONS Thank you! Thank you vey much! Today's winner is a flight attendant from Washington DC. Will you please welcome Mary - Suddenly, the plug is pulled. The TV flickers off and we - CUT TO: THE PRESENTATION TITLES, THEN - CUT TO: INT. SARA'S LIVING ROOM - DAY Harry Goldfarb, young twenties, is an eccentric kid with a seductive smile. He tries to stop his mother, Sara Goldfarb, from locking herself in the closet. HARRY Ma! Ma! C'mon, Ma! SARA Harold. Please. Not again the TV. She slams the door closed and Harry talks to the shut door. HARRY Why do you haveta make such a big deal out of this? Eh? You know you'll have the set back in a couple of hours. No answer. 2. HARRY (CONT'D) Why ya gotta make me feel guilty? (frustrated) Ahhh... Harry walks across the room to the early eighties TV with ridiculous rabbit ears. Sara locks the door and retreats to the back of the closet. Harry starts to push the set on its stand when suddenly it jerks - almost falling. Harry spies a thick bicycle chain going from around the TV to the radiator. HARRY (CONT'D) Jesus! Whatta ya tryin' to do, eh? You tryin' to get me to break my own mother's set? Or break the radiator? Harry marches to the closet. HARRY (CONT'D) ..an' maybe blow up the whole house? You tryin' to make me a killer? Your own son? Your own flesh and blood? WHATTA YA DOIN' TA ME? YOUR OWN SON!!! Then, a thin key slowly peeks out from under the closet door. Harry works it out with his fingernail and yanks it up. HARRY (CONT'D) Why do you always gotta play games with my head for krist's sake? Don't you have any considerations for my feelings? Why do you haveta make my life so difficult? And then, meekly from the closet - SARA Harold, I wouldn't. The chain isn't for you. The robbers. HARRY Then why didn't you tell me? The set almost fell. I coulda had a heart attack. Sara shakes her head in the darkness. SARA You should be well, Harold. 3. HARRY Then why won't you come out? Harry tries to open the locked closet door but can't. HARRY (CONT'D) See what I mean? See how you always gotta upset me? HARRY (CONT'D) Why ya gotta make me feel guilty?...
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This note was uploaded on 02/03/2011 for the course COMM 297 taught by Professor Toddlundbohm during the Spring '11 term at Boise State.
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