The Manchurian Candidate Page #5
MELVIN:
Not these.
MARCO:
No I don’t.
Melvin’s face falls, disappointed. Fumbling in his clothes,
he finds a SPIRAL NOTEBOOK, dog-eared, and fat with
newspaper clippings -- tries to press it into Marco’s hands.
MELVIN:
It’s bad, sir. It’s making me crazy. I
write it down, every night, after I wake
up, I try to get it all -- it doesn’t
always go together -- all of what I can
remember, and --
MARCO:
(gentle)
-- Al, you know, maybe you should be
going to the VA and talking to a doctor,
I mean if these dreams are really --
MELVIN:
-- I’ve been to doctors!
The notebook DROPS BETWEEN THEM, and PAGES SCATTER on the
floor. Both men go down to collect them --
MELVIN:
I’m so stuck, sir. I mean -- I remember
Shaw saving us, but it does not make
sense -- it should have been you. And
Shaw, he --
8/18/03 12.
MARCO:
Well, that’s -- it’s over and done.
We’ve got to move on --
-- Marco rocks back on his heels as he stares down at a
SKETCHY PORTRAIT OF AN ARABIC WOMAN whose face is covered
with intricate designs -- Marco stares curiously, as if he
recognizes her --
MELVIN:
I can’t get my hand around it. I thought
maybe, if you had the dreams ...
MARCO:
(shaken)
You need money --?
MELVIN:
No. No sir.
Self-conscious (people are staring) Melvin shoves the
notebook back inside his jacket.
MARCO:
-- here -
Marco already digging for a crumpled twenty. Melvin waves
it off, backing away, suddenly pissed.
MELVIN:
I don’t need your money.
MARCO:
Okay. Okay. Well, look, Al, I gotta --
MELVIN:
Go.
MARCO:
-- run, yeah. But.
(awkward)
It was great seeing you. And good luck
to you.
Melvin just scowls sadly at Marco. Flash of glass, a door
opens and closes, and Marco is gone.
38 EXT. H.S. PARKING LOT - DAY 38
Marco is motionless in his car, head resting against the
steering wheel. He straightens up, with a thousand-yard
stare. His hands are trembling. Slowly, he grips the
steering wheel ... tighter and tighter ... until the
trembling stops.
8/18/03 13.
39 INT. SUPERMARKET - CHECK-OUT COUNTER - NIGHT 39
A pretty CASHIER (ROSIE) empties Marco’s basket: bottled
water, three romance novels, a bottle of No-Doz, a bag of
tomatoes and two dozen boxes of instant noodles.
40 INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - CORRIDOR - NIGHT 40
Marco comes up the stairs with his groceries. An ELDERLY
WOMAN sticks her head out from her apartment door:
WOMAN:
-- Thirty seven.
Marco stops, looks at her blankly.
WOMAN:
From the landing. Every week it gets
longer. I’m worried about you.
He takes the romance novels out of his grocery bag and hands
them to her.
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