Awakenings Page #3
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1990
- 121 min
- 1,954 Views
Glancing at the chart in his hand
SAYER:
Mrs. Cohen?
MRS. COHEN
He•s here?
She smiles, glances around. Sayer hesitates, uncertain who she
means.
SAYER:
I'm here.
(pause)
To examine you.
MRS. COHEN
Oh, no, I'm leaving today. My
son's coming to take me home.
(6 Confused,, Sayyer tries to find a dischargge form amongg the ppappers
on the clipboard. Unsuccessful, he excuses himself from her
and crosses the room to a nurse.
SAYER:
Excuse me. Mrs. Cohen's son.
He's coming today?
NURSE 1
I wouldn't bet on it, he hasn't
for twenty years.
The nurse turns away. Sayer crosses slowly back to Mrs. Cohen,
trying to find the words to tell her. He doesn't have to; his
discomfort does it. Her hand slowly reaches up and pulls the
ribbon from her hair.
v
13. OMITTED .
14. INT. EXAMINATION ROOM/OFFICE-LATER -DAY
Silence. Institutional beige walls. Glass cabinets, locked,
containing medical instruments. A metal examination table with
leather straps.
Sayer alone at one of three old desks in the large room, still
unsettled from the experience with Mrs. Cohen. Eventually, he
gets up, crosses to a window and tries to open it.
It's jammed shut, painted shut perhaps, but finally gives way,
sliding up. He lets the air from outside wash over his face as
he stares out absently at children on an elementary school
playground beyond a debris-strewn field.
MISS COSTELLO O.S.
(a matter of fact)
It gets easier.
Sayer turns to the voice, to Miss Costello, the hospital's head
nurse, a veteran of this place, a woman who has seen it all.
She's standing in the doorway.
MISS COSTELLO:
You don't think it will, but it
does.
A moment and she turns and leaves.
A:
14A. EXT. TENEMENT (LUCY'S) -ESTABLISH -DAY
15. INT. TENEMENT -NEW YORK.-DAY 1
The needle of a Victrola clawing at the endless music-less
innerbandsofa78 ... .* .
Cold eggs and toast and prescription medicine on a kitchenette
table. A puddle of coffee on the floor. Ceramic shards, a
broken cup. .
An old woman on her knees, eyes closed, arms tangled in an
aluminum walker, limp and stiff at once somehow, like the limbs
of a discarded marionette. Beyond her, beyond a threshold, a
shuttered living room. Furniture from another era and the
clutter of a lifetime.
A shadowy figure in a wicker wheelchair near the Victrola.
Another old woman, with spindly limbs, profoundly afflicted and
preposterously still. The back of her head is flat and bald,
the result of lying supine upon it for much of several decades.
On her passive face rest round wire-rim glasses. Insane or
retarded and unaware of the dead woman, she mumbles, just
Translation
Translate and read this script in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Awakenings" Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 28 Mar. 2024. <https://www.scripts.com/script/awakenings_996>.
Discuss this script with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In