Happiness Page #3

A tender moment:
TRISH and JOY hold hands.

JOY:

I'm so happy.

TRISH:

Are you really?

JOY:

Being around you and the kids�

TRISH:

Oh� And I'm so happy you're happy.

'Cause all this time I've been

thinking you were so miserable.

JOY:

Oh, Trish! That's too funny,

when I couldn't be happier.

TRISH:

It's just, what with your

music career never really�

JOY:

My career's fine!

TRISH:

Oh, I know, it will be!

I just know it! And then you'll

move out of Mom and Dad's�

JOY:

Real soon!

TRISH:

And you'll meet Mr. Right!

JOY:

Oh, I will. Already I feel

I'm off to a fresh start!

TRISH:

That's right. Just because

you've hit 30, doesn't mean you

can't be fresh anymore.

JOY:

That's right.

Pause.

TRISH:

You know, Joy, I've never told you

this before, but now that we're

older, and I feel so bonded to you,

well�the truth is � oh, I know this

sounds horrible, but I feel I have to

be fully open with you, get beyond

all the old barriers, sibling nonsense �

well, the truth is I always thought

you would never amount to much. That

you'd end up alone, without a career

or anything. Really, it's what we all

thought. Mom, Dad, Helen�everyone�

I'd always prayed we'd all be wrong,

but you had always seemed to�doomed

to failure. But now I see, it's not true.

There is a glimmer of hope for you

after all. Oh, I know I'm repeating

myself, but, oh�

(tears well up)

I'm so happy for you�

13.EXT. PARK - DAY.13.

It is sunny and warm. Couples straight and gay walk hand in

hand, families picnic, beautiful people sunbathe.

BILL observes the pleasant tranquillity from atop a hill.

Suddenly he pulls out a machine gun and starts shooting at

everyone.

Bloodshed everywhere. Then silence.

VOICE:

And how is this different?

14.INT. PSYCHIATRIST'S OFFICE - DAY.14.

BILL sits opposed his PSYCHIATRIST, to whom the VOICE

belongs.

BILL:

I don't kill myself at the end.

PSYCHIATRIST:

Do you see this as something positive?

BILL:

Gee, I don't know.

PSYCHIATRIST:

How do you feel at the end?

BILL:

Much better. I wake up happy.

Feeling good. But then I get very

depressed because I'm living in reality.

PSYCHIATRIST:

And you wouldn't kill people

in real life.

BILL:

No. I don't think so.

PSYCHIATRIST:

You don't sound so certain.

BILL:

I'm thinking about my patients.

PSYCHIATRIST:

What about them?

BILL:

My patients are ugly. Their problems

are trite. Each one thinks he is

unique. On a professional level they

bore me. On a personal level I have

no sympathy. They deserve what they get.

PSYCHIATRIST:

And what about your family?

BILL:

Trish is good to me.

PSYCHIATRIST:

But still no sex?

BILL:

No. But she's not too interested,

either. So really there's no problem

there, when you think about it,

on a certain level.

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