THE SCREEN IS BLACK: WE HEAR the ECHOING SOUNDS of CHILDREN PLAYING... FADE IN:

 

INT. BEDROOM - DAY

CLOSE on a beautiful WOMAN looking out the window. Sad. Thisis Sarah. Sheís troubled. THE CAMERA moves toward the window and INTO THE LIGHT.

TRANSITION TO:

INT. ROOM

A BLINDING LIGHT...and out of the light emerges Sarah. A door closes. The light FADES.

We now see a lounge chair in the middle of the dark room

She looks around the room. Doesnít see anything. She sits.Waits. She looks around again. Then she lays back on thechair. Closes her eyes.

Another BRIGHT LIGHT blinds her. The light fades revealing

A MAN sitting behind her. Freudian analysis style. In a suit.Serious. Holding an notepad.

MAN Hello again.

SARAH I thought we were finished.

MAN Weíll never be finished.

SARAH One day...

He opens his notepad and clicks his pen. Is about to write.

MAN So where were we? (flips through notes,

reads)Ah. Yes. We were talking about yourfather.

 

 

 

 

 

 

reads)Ah. Yes. We were talking about yourfather.

SARAH I have nothing more to say.

MAN Youíre making this difficult.

SARAH Iím making this difficult?

MAN You do want to get better. Donítyou?

SARAH Of course I do.

MAN Then you have to engage. Talk tome, Sarah.

She turns away from him.

MAN (CONTíD)Fine. Have it your way.

He gets up and exits. The LIGHT blinds her. She opens hereyes and SEES ANOTHER MAN emerge from the light and sitacross from her.

He stares at her. Stares right through her. Itís unnerving.

SARAH I donít know you.

A long pause. He doesnít blink. Looks into her very soul.

MAN 2 You know that voice...the one in your head...the one you hear from time to time...the voice of reason...

(waits for her response)Iím not that voice...

He changes. Looks at her now.

MAN 2 (CONTíD)The time for reason just up andleft...

SARAH What do you want?

MAN 2 Iím that other voice. The naggingimpulse to do something you knowyou shouldnít do. The negative thatoutweighs the positive. The voicethat makes you do the things youwill always regret.

She covers her eyes.

SARAH This is not happening.

And when she looks back up the first Man is there. Man 2 is gone.

The Man opens his notepad again. Clicks his pen about to write.

MAN You are in control. Itís all up to you.

SARAH I canít think straight.

MAN Then donít think. Feel. (beat)How did you get here?(beat)Tell me about your father.

SARAH Why are you hurting me?

MAN Iím helping you.

SARAH Then why does it hurt so much.

MAN Because you are getting better.

She covers her eyes.

MAN (CONTíD)You are hurting yourself.

SARAH Thatís not fair.

MAN Life isnít fair.

She sits back. Folds her arms. Defensive. He closes the notepad.

MAN (CONTíD)

Believe it or not Iím here to help

you.

SARAH You really want to help me?

MAN Of course.

SARAH

Why do you think you are helping

me?

MAN Well...

SARAH

...by asking about my father? By

asking me questions I already know

the answer to?

MAN Thatís the process.

SARAH

Well I donít need your process. I

know whatís wrong with me. People

like you are what is wrong with me.

People who think they can fix me. I

donít need fixing. My problems

donít come from some illness or

troubled past. My problems come

from a world that doesnít care. A

world without heart. You want me to

feel? I canít feel more. I already

feel too much. Every spurned lover

hurts me. Every hungry child makes

my heart ache. I feel every pain in

every person in this godforsaken

world.

The BRIGHT LIGHT blinds her revealing Man 2, standing next tothe Man.

MAN

Do you know the meaning of your

name, Sarah?

(MORE)

MAN (CONT'D) Itís from the Hebrew bible. Her name was originally Sarai, which means quarrelsome, but Godcommanded that her name be changedto Sarah before the birth of her son.

SARAH And what does Sarah mean?

MAN Pure. Happy.

The Man smiles for the first time. Sarah smiles back.

MAN 2 I think our work is finished.

The Man nods in agreement. They get up and walk away into THELIGHT.

THE ECHOING SOUND of PLAYING CHILDREN FADES UP...

INT. BEDROOM - MORNING

Sarah at the window, opens her eyes.

SARAHíS P.O.V. Through the window: A playground filled with happy children.

She turns to the bureau and SEES the notepad and pen The Man was holding. She opens the notepad to a blank page and writes:

Sarai.

Sarah.

She smiles.

Itís going to be OK.