RETURN THE DOLL

by
eli s. reid

ASSIGNMENT #2:
(5-PAGE)
Character A owes Character B $Character B doesn't want to give A $.

All Rights Reserved

Sulltrane Film Company
Concord, CA

FADE IN:
INT.- MID-MORNING- LOFT, CENTRAL PARK WEST- MOVING
An intricately ordered wall filled with tools. Assortments of
smaller hammers and miniature screw drivers. Rulers, planes,
CALIPERS, FILES hang in large sets of varying size.
All the tools needed to carve out artificial life.
We move in on a set of CHISELS, stopping in the center on the
largest CHISEL; we zero in. Its silver tip is sharpened and
reflects the morning light.
Continuing down, slowly down to a WORK BENCH we stop on a
PLASTIC ARM with no hand past the wrist. It lies next to a YOYO and a WOODEN FOOT.
We pan over PAINTBRUSHES and DYES, WOODEN BLOCKS-- more tools
of the trade lying scattered. More WOODEN and PLASTIC BODY
PARTS strewn about. More random old fashioned TOYS; also a
ELECTRONIC HEAD with multi-colored wires protruding from the
neck-- eyes shut. We slither along above more unfinished
projects and half created toys.
Theres an ELECTRIC BELT SANDER screwed to the WORKBENCH just
coming to a stop.
Moving past more SHIT we stop on an unpainted TOP spinning by
a MAGICAL FORCE. It speeds up- faster and faster. Were drawn
in as it spins and spins, faster and faster, completely
losing shape--- PEAKING.
Shapeless, we can almost see through it.
Just as it peaks we simultaneously perceive it decelerating.
Slowing and slowing we again see its vulnerable form. Going
really slow now it starts wobbling, bending back and forth
over its axis. Finally it tumbles over.
FADE TO:
INT.- MID-MORNING- LOFT, CENTRAL PARK WEST- MOVING/WIDE
We are in a multi-million dollar FLAT on the UPPER west-side
given an artists maker over. An aggressive decorative
attempt to make Buckingham look gypsy.
A storm blows outside the high-rise WINDOWS diffusing the
light, and blocking any exterior view.

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The FLAT contains a single enormous drawing room and a LADDER
leading to the add-on, loft style sleeping quarters.
The kitchen underneath and large fireplace are elegant, all
so very OPEN.
MODERN ART is littered throughout the place in the form of
STATUES, PAINTINGS, and odd black & white PHOTOGRAPHY.
Two pieces hang on the wall. A cheap Pollock imitation
splattered on a large CANVAS, and a black & white PHOTO
capturing womans FORM-- probably taken by a man.
Everything else stinks of toy.
A MAN with unkept hair is on his knees hunched over
something. He is wearing a faded RED FLANNEL, with CORDUROYS
covered in dyes and blots of PAINT.
His hands are busy work, but we cant see at what. A little
square of SAND-PAPER and a FOLGERS LID- containing SPLURGES
of various colors sit by him.
As we move around his side its revealed, hes painting green
eyes into the blank face of a MARIONETTE. He strokes his
brush with acute detail, light touch. Its strings have yet
to be attached.
Absent of rosy cheeks or pearly white teeth; the green irises
will be the boys first features.
WILLIAM(31) sets the brush down and picks up the sand paper.
He gives the carved eyelids a couple of careful strokes, and
blows off any debris. He returns to painting the left iris.
So little paint required to bring it breath, just a few
delicate dabs, some slight strokes, and BAM----- youve got
life.
When hes finished with the left eye he moves to the right
completing the set. William now stares at his CREATION
longingly. He enjoys the process-- the STEP by STEP.
The wooden boy stares back. His green eyes strange without
pupils, just GREEN.
The innocence etched in the satin-walnut facial features
reminds us of our own boyhood, except they are contrasted by
a experienced smile.
William again sands a couple of spots on the forehead and
cheeks; the tip of the nose. He grabs another brush and
begins to fill in the pupils, so delicately the brush tips
gives the boy eyelashes.

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As he works and stares at the boy become ALIVE its like a
trance takes over him, a euphoria. He shuts out everything
else but he and the walnut doll.
We push in on this desire- the fierce energy of the moment.
No longer spectators, we feel the boys life furiously shake
in us as he fills in the red cheeks. Our hearts pump blood
with increasing force. The beats POUND furiously.
PUMP, PUMP, PUMP..........
Then, sound is sucked down a vacuum-- all is silenced.
Everything losing focus except he and the doll.
William strokes red into the cheeks. The FOCUS on the boys
face sharpens. All the imperfections in the walnut become
CLEAR-- mysterious and beautiful.
He applies the PAINT on the cheeks as the red increases in
tonality-- bursts with PASSION.
William gracefully moves the brush, his hand under strange
etherial command. Like an LSD high-- action without effort.
The boys cheeks become full and, scream vibrance. The
specular red is almost blinding.
Ugly sound returns in a furious crescendo.
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.
The red instantly loses its sharpness.
BUZZZZZZZ.
Everything slides back in focus.
The alarm continues in a succession of staccatos.
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.
The sound washes over William, at once hes stunned. He looks
at the toy confused. The BUZZING pattern continues.
CUT TO BLACK:
The BUZZING pattern is repeated two or three more times.
EXT.- MID-MORNING- CENTRAL PARK WEST, NEW YORK- HIGH ANGLE/
MOVING
A beige index finger presses hard on a buzzer. It releases
and taps it quickly----BUZZ, BUZZ, BUZZ..

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Then again with the long push.
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.
We cut back

to see a person struggling with the buzzer.

Buzz, Buzz, Buzz, Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Another hard cut back to a busy tree-line Manhattan street.
Wind blows violently; blizzard conditions. Central Park
barely visible on the opposite side.
Despite the harsh weather the sidewalks BOOM with holiday
traffic-- multi-colored coats and hats.
People carrying bags from posh stores, and umbrellas race
about.
The wind blows huge flakes every direction. Peoples heads
down, fighting through huge gusts on both sides of the
avenue.
The holiday lights everywhere are dimmed by the crushing
weather. Scrapers disappearing in a charcoal sky.
Through the turbulent wind, traffic- opulent entrances, a
WOMAN wearing all Burberry in matching beige assaults a
buzzer under an particular entrance.
Thats right all Burberry-- hat, winter coat, gloves; the
whole nine. Even a plaid scarf and matching purse.
Not the kind of girl a guy leaves in the snow.
None the less the snowflakes snort by her. The awnings
protection is stifled by huge gust, infinite white flakes
sweeping in-- BLOWING and BLOWING.
Shes smashing the fake gold button, peaking into the large
glass foyer through the door--- no ones there. She ignores
the harsh wind and driving snow, pounding the buzzer with
deep, focused contempt. She mutters curses under her breath.
As the buzzing crescendos again the camera pulls back. Louder
and louder, back further and further. Finally our beige woman
is just a speck amongst the white metropolis.
FADE TO BLACK:

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INT.- MID-MORNING- CENTRAL PARK WEST FOYER, NEW YORK- MOVING
Some gold and glass doors part. Motny(50s) using his hand
for a visor comes into the foyer shes peaking at.
He walks through the large foyer towards an outer door. He
stops and squints, still using his visor.
We swing around and can make out a light brown figure through
a mess of white. The black man with the professional suit and
gold badge hustles towards the door, and forces it open
against the wind.
Several enormous flakes and huge gusts her in. The door
slams.
Monty talks like a guy whose fought all his life to be blue
collar. Savors every moment.
MONTY
Sorry miss Sacha--- I didnt see
you out there. Its mighty cold,
and the winds hollerin. I aint
crazy, Im at the front desk today.
Didnt quite see you, shoulda rang
the desk. Shoulda rang the bell.
Sacha(23) removes her hood. She is red faced from the cold
and breathtaking. She brushes the flakes off her coat and
stamps her winter boots.
SACHA
The buttons broken-- been like
that for two days. Like the lines
frozen or something. Shoulda
brought my umbrella. Anyway, thanks
Monty, I rang Willys bell like
four hundred times, you know how he
gets.
MONTY
Yeah maintenance dont really like
coming in this cold.
(laughs to himself)
Kids- painting those dolls again,
huh, all that money....dont get
it, really mam. What kind of guy
leaves YOU out in that, to paint
little dolls.
SACHA
I dont know, I guess the kind of
guy Willy is.
(MORE)

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SACHA (CONT'D)
Anyway you can do me a favor and
keep your pretty eyes on my car---I left it in a handicap, didnt
wanna walk in this shit. You dont
have to hang outside, just keep an
eye on the camera, dont get
distracted with those Maxim
magazines you be reading. Now
silly, heres my keys, move it if
you have to.
MONTY
My pleasure Sacha mam.
SACHA
Thanks Monty.
MONTY
Mam, I mean Sacha, dont mind me
pryin but I was just wonderin,
you know since you been comin here
goin on at least three years, and
you and Willy seem close and all,
Why dont he just give you a key?
You know, so you aint left waitin
out in the cold?
SACHA
Hell give me a key when I move in.
You see its something he holds
over me Monty, artist- control
freak shit. I dont want to live in
a toy factory, he resents that.
MONTY
You ever think, excuse my sayin
so, or pryin that maybe your too
good. Maybe you want something
more. Somebody wholl really take
care of ya. Dont you want to be
happy?
SACHA
No.... Im not, I dont-- you over
estimate me Monty. Now please can
you watch that car, dont let it
get towed, promise?
Sacha hustles on, Monty is left holding her keys.
CUT TO:

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INT.- MID-MORNING- CENTRAL PARK WEST HALLWAY, MANHATTAN
MOVING
Sacha strides down an ornate hallway passing by several
doors. As she approaches the right door she slows way down.
The door is open a crack. She creeps at it real slow and
spies in.
Williams already back in it-- he and the wooden boy.
Sacha pushes open the door without a squeak.
INT.- MID-MORNING- CENTRAL PARK WEST LOFT, NEW YORKCONTINUOUS
... she sneaks in, slams the door, and snaps her fingers
loudly three times.
Calls in a sex voice, OH William.
Says Im taking off my clothes, my titties are cold and
hard, its just a blizzard out there, warm um up.....
Three more snaps.
William paints.
She sets her purse down on the couch, and sneaks up behind
him. She watches his brush work not at all interested. Hes
now applying white paint to the sinister smile.
She sets her hand on his shoulder and squeezes,
simultaneously shouting William.
William quickly drops the doll, snaps out of it. Hes holding
a paint brush on his knees, and blankly staring out of
unique gold-rimmed glasses--- hiding behind a Bohemian
beard.
His green eyes match the paint.
He fixes his expression and turns around. She stands over
him.
SACHA
(Norma Demond-ish)
Why hello darling, I see your HARD
at it. Come now take a brake, give
a kiss. Sorry about my frigid
cheeks, my gentle little artist.

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He rises and she kisses each of his cheeks. Go through their
intro routine. Then back to business.
SACHA (CONTD)
So watcha doin, workin.... You
had me watin in the cold, tap,
tap, tapping. But you didnt hear,
you and your dolls, and tops. Maybe
he heard.
She rubs his head.
SACHA (CONTD)
You yo-yo.... So anyway, is this
it, your almost done?
Thats it.

WILLIAM

SACHA
Must feel good. Hm, thats 80grand.
WILLIAM
And a 51 Chateau, that Pinot over
theres from the customer. I want
you to drink it with me.
SACHA
I thought you were supposed to do
some electric thing, like an
electronic doll. That looks like
Pinocciho. Isnt this thing
supposed to have like 500 programed
responses?
WILLIAM
The lady told me to make something
her boy could talk to.
SACHA
Yeah, and that would respond--- in
500 different ways. And your giving
her Pinocchio.
WILLIAM
This doll has way more than 500
hundred responses, whats some
electronically programed voice, you
can make it read Shakespeare, or
sing James Brown, you can give it
your voice. Any response you want.
(MORE)

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WILLIAM (CONT'D)
I would want a boy to talk to that
grows with me, that responds to my
age.
SACHA
But its always your response.
William finally takes her things. She has a tasteful amount
of expensive jewelry and wears designer jeans--- UGG BOOTS.
WILLIAM
(walking to put her things
away)
Listen, this lady told me her son
wanted a brother. Someone he could
talk to. How can you talk to a
robot?
SACHA
How can you talk to yourself?
WILLIAM
Imagination Sacha, I mean whats
the point?
SACHA
Is that what they pay for, for you
to be finicky and uppity? I mean is
that what makes them feel good,
that they can afford your
particularity.
WILLIAM
Hey, the women has a son, the
pregnancy was hard, it destroyed
her body. She cant have anymore
children. She wanted someone he
could talk to---SACHA
A doll with a robotic voice.
WILLIAM
Someone he could talk to.
SACHA
And so you made a MARIONETTE,
Willy. A doll so he could talk to
himself. Its beautiful darling,
very Gepetto, gets a girl hot- a
man so, so godlike. Thats the
point right? To be in on the
thoughts of god.

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William picks up a cloth and wipes the paint from his hands,
puts her purse in the closet. Talking the whole way.
WILLIAM
Listen, you know my mother never
did shit for me, she just threw
money at me-- to get me to go away.
I want to make it special, I want
it to count okay.... whats some
retarded electronic doll, but
circuits and wires? When you give
it your life, your blood, thats
real, not some fake shit.
SACHA
Maybe circuits and wires count for
the boy? Hes not from the ice age.
WILLIAM
Bullshit. This is big. I feel it in
me, in my gut-- I mean I can feel
the actual need in here, this BOY-Im carving him a brother.
SACHA
Okay bullshit Willy. The boys
gonna have a wooden brother.
He retreats to the kitchen where the bottle of 51 Pinot sits
on a large marble island next to two red-wine GLASSES. Willy
looks perplexed at the plain bottle, this is the Pinot 51.
Sacha shoots a filthy look at the MARIONETTE. Her and the
thing eyeball to eyeball.
The addition of color has added distant resemblance to his
little facial features. Take away the Bohemian beard and
adultness and its little Willy hidden.
The cork POPS out of the bottle. Sacha blinks.
She joins William at the island. Hes sniffing the CORK.
Shes watches him pour two overly sized taster sips.
They swish the wine around. Look at each other.
Glasses touch.
Willy says To Us.
He takes a gulp. She sets her glass down.

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WILLIAM
(battered puppy dog)
Your not gonna toast me?
SACHA
Your supposed to wait.
She puts her index finger on his wine stained lips.
SACHA (CONTD)
You know?
(beat)
To let it open up.
William fawns over her beauty.
SACHA (CONTD)
Which reminds me, before I start
drinking.....
She heads to the couch and grabs a piece of folded yellow
paper, talking all the time.
SACHA (CONTD)
..next Wednesdays the 1st, but the
landladys going out of town
tomorrow. I told her I would get
her the rent early.
She comes back to the kitchen, William goes around the
island. He opens a drawer behind him, and removes his
checkbook.
WILLIAM
( his back to her)
Whats her name again?
SACHA
Diane Press, $6,200.00.
He writes the check and turns around.
Shes on the other side of the island, width-wise.
Sacha sips the wine-- she enjoys within herself. Follows it
with a larger sip.
William slides it across the table to Sacha. Shes sniffing
the wine.
WILLIAM
Whered you park? We in a rush?

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SACHA
This is great wine.---what?, oh
yeah I parked in a handicapped, but
Montys on it-- the cars fine,
dont trip. Man, Pinot 51 thats
what you said?
Monty?

WILLIAM

SACHA
The door man, you know the guy who
opens and closes doors, checks
people in at the desk. Hes good,
chill out.
He new?

WILLIAM

SACHA
Yeah, 3-5 years new, youll notice
him in a decade, maybe two- dopey.
Sacha folds the check and puts it away.
She picks up the bottle, looks at it. Pours a little more in
both glasses.
They do an air toast and each take a sip.
She slides the yellow paper across the table.
SACHA (CONTD)
For an old lady dumb enough to pay
eighty grand for a doll, she gots
good taste in wine...fuck what
cant money buy?
She takes another.
WILLIAM
So the CAR is okay, I dont want to
hear theyve towed my BMW...
SACHA
Perfectly fine. Drink stupid.
They drink.
WILLIAM
You really think the doll is
stupid, I mean a stupid idea?-- I
mean, should it be electronic?

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SACHA
Willy.. do your thing..
(sip)
.....only thing I said, was your a
hustler.
A hustler?

WILLIAM

She enjoys another taste.

SACHA
(tender sarcasm)
You are a rich toy makers son, 5th
generation, HUGE name, the whole-9.
You wanted to personalize your
work, be connected to the public-have real value in your life, blahblah. So you shut the whole shit
down, everything-- to make toys one
at a time. Now you live in the sky,
and make dolls for spoiled rich
kids. Parents pay you thousands of
dollars for toys. Thousands of
dollars for toys, best part is they
know full well what you create
isnt gonna even resemble the shit
they ordered. No, this is the best
part--- their gonna love it, be
just so pleased, call it
creativity....
(sips wine)
Your finickiness, your touchy
attitude, your flightiness of
behavior-- it actually makes your
value go up. You know what thats
called on the street Willy?..... a
hustler.
William empties his wine, then pours the rest of the bottle
in his glass. He lifts it-- toasts the hustler.
SACHA (CONTD)
Dont look all soft, its sappy-Im not knocking it, its what it
is-- its money right?
William mopes down to the far end of the island, and gazes
across the flat, on the boy. He turns around halfway.
WILLIAM
Its not about the money Sacha....
The what is it about space.

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WILLIAM (CONTD)
I just you know, I just remember
when.....
(switching up)
..I was an annoyance to my mother,
she just didnt like me, didnt
want me around. I think its
because I tried so hard to make her
like me, I dont know, but, you
know she used to throw wadded up
cash at me. She had other things to
do, I guess. I didnt even know
what to do with it, or how to spend
it, I was like six after dad died.
So its not the money, I mean for
me, when I was a boy-- in mothers
huge house, with all those empty
rooms, my dads spirit floating
around, I just think I woulda
loved a boy to talk to, a brother.
You know someone to grow with,
dream with... Not some robot, that
doesnt grow alongside me, that
after a-couple-a years is just some
old toy, but you a know a boy, a
boy I could change with a boy
thats....
SACHA
....always you.
WILLIAM
Always adjustable.
SACHA
But its still your voice. Its you
pulling the strings. Isnt that
lonely?
WILLIAM
The imagination?-- well I just
thought, you know, I thought what
if it were me, you know as a boy.
What would I want if I was 7 again
and could have anything.... Im
sayin, would it be some electronic
doll with robotic voices- fucking
tacky programmed responses, or
would it be someone I could be me
around, like Calvin with Hobbes,
someone who...

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SACHA
..someone you could pretend was
someone else, buts always you.
WILLIAM
No. I cant explain it, I cant put
into words whats inside me, I
cant tell you that if it were
me.....
SACHA
Its not you.
William thinks- discards her thought. He begins another if
it were me soliloquy.
SACHA (CONTD)
Im not having it.
He continues right on talking.
SACHA (CONTD)
Im not having the baby.
He faces her fully, stares at her blankly.
SACHA (CONTD)
Im not having it.
He looks at her like an assassin.
SACHA (CONTD)
Dont look at me like that, you and
your liberal friends, march for
shit like this. Human rights, the
right to choose..
WILLIAM
Yeah, we march for choice, my
choice in NO!
SACHA
You dont march for the right to
chose, you march for my right to
chose dumby...And my choice is NO.

Sacha moves down to the other end of the island.

WILLIAM
What?.... I mean what did you say?
No, no, no, you cant, you cant,
you didnt just say that right now.

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SACHA
Im not having a child with a
child. Were not going to Brooklyn,
were going to the Village. Its on
the sheet.
WILLIAM
You said you made an appointment in
Brooklyn.
SACHA
I made two appointments.
WILLIAM
You cant do this, your not going
to do this.
SACHA
I am doing this, look if I was the
typical kind of girl who explained
myself Id start with the hocuspocus its my body bullshit, but
Im not typical so I dont explain.
Im not having its all you get.
And march and get your wallet its
$1,700.00.... cash. Its on the
sheet.
WILLIAM
You are so crass, so fucking vile-fucking ugly. Thats my baby
growing inside you, cow.
Not yet.

SACHA

WILLIAM
Fuck you. This decision isnt just
about you, its not just yours to
make.
SACHA
I know its not, trust me. You
played your role plenty. Now lets
go, Im parked in a handicapped
zone.
She waits for him to move. Hes frozen with rage.
WILLIAM
Sacha, your having that baby.

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SACHA
Im drinking wine Willy. You dont
even know what day it is... if you
ever descended under those clouds
for long enough to see real
people, you know what you would
see? Millions of children, 30 year
old- 40 year old children, all
swarming the streets clueless,
broke. And you know what-- they all
got kids... not me, now get your
stuff.
He starts walking around the island- towards her. Sacha puts
up her hand, he stops. Looks at her like a puppy dog, falls
to a knee, motions pounding the MARBLE island-top.
Sacha watches until he gets up. She checks him, he stays put.
WILLIAM
This is not one of your crazy
fucking shopping sprees, were not
talking about a designer purse, or
some piece of fucking jewelry. Your
crazy.
SACHA
I know what were talking about.
WILLIAM
Sacha, this isnt like that thing
over there, that molecule of life
isnt a little wooden toy-- you
dont just get to return it if you
are annoyed, its not a doll.
SACHA
I know its not. Im not taking it
back, its nothing yet Willy. Lets
go, Im doing it.
WILLIAM
No, fuck you bitch, fuck you. Im
not paying you to kill my kid, fuck
you. You cant take it back, its
not a fucking doll.
SACHA
Willy a doll only takes 1-person
to create, now grow up and come on-get your stuff.

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WILLIAM
Dont you have any sense of
responsibility, are you the height
of ignorance?
Sacha holds her finger up.
SACHA
Willy, your a 30- something dude
who got a 23 year-old pregnant,
whom I might add you met when she
was 19. So stop on the
responsibility shit, fuck you. You
stuck your bare dick in me..... Now
get your coat and wallet, the cars
in a handicapped..
WILLIAM
... Thats right Sacha, I stuck my
dick in you, you fucking despicable
cow. Thats why its my baby in
you, my baby, my baby. Thats our
life, you dont get to be
unilateral baby, you dont get to
decide-- alone.
SACHA
Your not going into the fucking
typical where does life start, its
my baby too shit? If you are just
fucking leave it, leave it Willy.
Im doing this.
WILLIAM
No, fuck you, I am going into it, I
made that fucking baby.
(getting a little hubris)
You know you fucking women are so
typical, such fucking hypocrites.
Its always whatever you decide. If
you decided to have that baby, and
I said fuck that, I dont want
anything to do with that little
fucker, Id be a deadbeat, the
whole fucking female gender would
rise against me, demand I pay child
support, but when its in your
little belly, and you dont want it-- then whose is it? Then its the
its my body bullshit, and you
demand I pay. Well pick one because
you cant have both.

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SACHA
Its my body. I told you I dont
want fucking children.
Huh?

WILLIAM

SACHA
I picked one.
William puts his hands in prayer position, bows his head. He
is slowly calming down.
Sacha is poised. The same.
WILLIAM
Sacha please, that could be my baby
boy or girl in you. A Miles or a
Meryl, a little infant child...
Mine too, you know.
SACHA
Im not going to sit here and get
all semantical with you about where
life starts, and tell you I know
who owns it, thats for the priests
and artists. The decision is made.
WILLIAM
You made it.
SACHA
Willy you ever jerk off in towel?;
or on the floor?; or spooge in a
toilet?-- How many times? When was
the last time? Have you ever
spanked it several times in a day?
Came on a girls stomach, or on her
titties? Or what about in my HAIR!
How many babies have you killed?
Where does life start?
William looks dumbfounded. Cant get the words out.
SACHA (CONTD)
I could fucking do this all day
with you, if you wanna play this
game, you can be the killer tooMr. Cumloader... Remember-- so this
where does life start shit is done.
(MORE)

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SACHA (CONTD)
Its childish and I dont have
time, act your age--- we keep going
around and around, the car will be
towed. So put on your big boy pants
and lets go.
Williams balloon deflates. His face has lost all its anger.
He looks like a child who desperately wants his toy.
WILLIAM
Sacha, please Im telling you. Your
not old enough, you dont know...
But you regret the things you do,
they haunt you, if you....
SACHA
...Ive had 3.
What?

WILLIAM

SACHA
Ive had 3. And you see how well I
sleep at night, so enough. Get your
stuff.
Your 22.

WILLIAM

SACHA
I know. Apparently there are other
old guys who dont like rubbers. If
it makes you feel any better I
almost kept the last one, but then
I met you--- and I couldnt have
brought the baby along, right. So I
got rid of it. Couldnt pass up the
opportunity I guess.
WILLIAM
What kind of monster are you?
SACHA
I do what I gotta do.
WILLIAM
No fuck you, you disgust me. I
cant even look at you.... What
does that make you?, what does that
make us?, I mean....
Feigns several dry heaves.

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WILLIAM (CONTD)
I think Im gonna be sick. I dont
even know you. I mean... who are
you.
More dry heaves.
Sacha is stone cold. Like a parent waiting for her child to
cry itself to sleep. Puff out.
WILLIAM (CONTD)
I mean what does that make you,
with your purses, and your BMW and
posh condo-- so en vogue, and your
shopping, who are you... who are
you--- some kind of materialistic
ogor, some gollum and what do you
care about, those earings?, those
ugly boots, that bracelet?.... your
psychotic.
SACHA
Its your BMW... Whatever I am
Willy, I clear. I know. I know who
I am, so dont start, dont fucking
patronize me. Dont give me a
fucking lecture on what I am-- you
have no concept of any sort of
reality, you dont know shit. So
just get your stuff, Im done with
the stage play.
WILLIAM
Who are you?
SACHA
Good question Willy, who am I? What
do you see?
Beat.
SACHA (CONTD)
We dont see reality the same
Willy, I dont think you see
reality at all.... You know what
you see, you see this beautiful and
perfect woman. This bullshit
hopeless romantic vision of some
inner beauty mirrored through my
radiance, a woman who love things,
spends the majority of her time
acquiring, or fucking YOU, but
still is somehow deep.
(MORE)

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SACHA (CONTD)
You see some fucking fiction
fantasy princess--- when actually
Im the Ice Queen. And you know why
you see it? Because your
materialistic, you think perky tits
and someone wholl laugh at your
stupid jokes, and flatter you-- who
goes on walks in Central Park with
you, who wears lavish gowns on your
arm at every party, you think all
that physical shit is love-- its
not..... So you know what you do,
you invent shit thats not there
and its sad.... But dont put your
shit on me, its yours to mope in.
Now lets go.
WILLIAM
Were going to Brooklyn Sacha.
Stop.

SACHA

WILLIAM
Were going to have this baby.
SACHA
I said stop fucking patronizing me.
Get your wallet and fucking coat,
and lets fucking go. I almost
there William....
WILLIAM
We are going to have this baby
Sacha. I love you.
He approaches her, starts to open his arms.
SACHA
(halting him)
You stop. Stop right there.
Sacha.

WILLIAM

SACHA
No fuck you, I said stop. STOP. We
dont use that word, fuck you. How
dare you, how dare you fucking
judge me. You... some spoiled rich
boy whose biggest problem is his
mother through wads of cash at him.
(MORE)

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SACHA (CONT'D)
That she didnt spend eighty grand
on a toy just for him, fuck you,
you owned a factory of toys. You
came up to me. You sought me out,
you fucking fake. Like Blowin in
the wind marrying a penthouse pet.
And you wanna know why, cause your
a fucking actor, a salesman. And
you know why, Im hot.... I have a
great ass, and your just a fluid
rich kid who can buy any toy he
likes, thats what I am right, your
toy. One that you can talk to?
WILLIAM
Sacha enough.
SACHA
No fuck you Willy, shut up, stop
fucking talking. Someones going to
be straight with you. You have some
fiction fucking fantasy that were
gonna have some fucking gay ass
perfect family, ride into the
sunset fantasy-- something real.
That I have the capacity to love
you. And I dont, I dont know how
to do that.
William stumbles over some words.
SACHA (CONTD)
Stop Willy, shut the fuck up. Im
talking to you... I talking..you
dont know shit, you dont...my
father came here on a fucking boat
with nothing but some romantic
dream, so dont you. He fuckin, he
dragged my mom over here, and
started pushing out kids at 50 with
no money.... He still had nothin;
always preaching about the American
dream.. And American like a heaven,
a heaven of freedom. Like some
fucking religion..... When I was
super young, like 3 young I thought
he was God, I was lady liberty. But
watching your own father ruined,
crushed by poverty destroys that
quick, makes a kid grow up NOW.
When God- broad shouldered Dad is
defeated every single day, and all
thats left is old and used, worn
away. Whats left.
(MORE)

24.
SACHA (CONTD)
When your little eyes sees, your
little brain understands, hes not
even a man, it robs your childhood,
its gone, your a 7-year old
cynic...theres no more magic. To
understand ruthlessness, at that
age, cause poverty, its ruthless,
like nature-- theres an equality
about it ... it asks not questions,
it sees no faces...
Beat.
SACHA (CONTD)
I had to look at my dad crushed,
coming back with barely enough,
every day. A silly Italian whoo
moved his family to Queens-- barely
enough to eat Willy.... so
hopeless, so stupid, nothing to
tell his kids or wife.... Why they
didnt have clothes, why they
deserved less. He was a shame, a
victim. And when your six, and you
see that... Theres no escape,
your childhood is gone, lifes
cold, something dies you cant get
back.... So you learn to care about
comfort, how to get it, how to keep
it.... About money.. Theres no
more romance. No monster under the
bed. So what you want-- I just, I
dont have it. I cant do this. Im
not built that way.
Beat.
SACHA (CONTD)
You see what Im sayin... what you
see inside me doesnt exist. Its
cold. I care about my comfort.
About money. About putting myself
as far from that fucking street as
I can. Otherwise theres nothing.
And you see all this other bright
shit in me, and you know why?....
He doesnt.
SACHA (CONTD)
Imagination..... You live in a
dream world. As hard as you try
your not a fucking artist, your a
little boy who likes dolls.
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SACHA (CONTD)
You like to play with toys.
(attempting compassion)
I mean you try, with that beard
and those glasses, with all your
crafty little tools and unique
thoughts. You really play the role.
You and your hoity-toity friends,
the shit you guys talk about, all
your little mannerisms, but all of
it, when all pretending is over is,
theres no truth--- your still just
a hustler. You spend your whole
life playin around. Its a game.
Youve just played so long it seems
real. Youve hustled yourself.
Beat.
SACHA (CONTD)
Not me, I dont get hustled... I
cant. Your too much like him. I
can see the little cry baby
underneath, the little boy who
simply wants a pleasing toy, to be
pacified. Because your
materialistic. So I may be
materialistic, but I know whats
real, and Im not a child, and it
takes one to know one.... So call
me a high priced whore, call me a
gold digger, I dont fucking care,
but Im not having a child. Thats
it. Now get your stuff.
WILLIAM
Dont do that, dont fucking do
that. Dont tell me my life has
been easy....
SACHA
..its been easy... Its just seems
hard because you dont know what
hard is. And thats fine, lifes a
lottery-- its whom your born to,
but dont act, dont act like you
know struggle...... Do you even
know why you create Willy?
Willy looks at her dead in the face. Hes thinking about this
for the first time. Hes inching down the island closer to
her.

26.
WILLIAM
(limply)
My father, and grandfather.....
SACHA
..were business men Willy, business
men. Rich, international business
men, with shitty wives, and even
shittier mistresses, who died
loveless. Look at their heir. So
why are you an artist?
She gives him a minute. She wants a real answer. He just
inches a little more.
The silence just sits; and sits-- like a third person in the
room.
SACHA (CONTD)
I asked you a straight question.
WILLIAM
But its not like that Sacha, its
not, I mean there arent really
words, it hard to explain what...
SACHA
Your an addict Willy, you like to
get high.
WILLIAM
Dont Sacha.
SACHA
Listen, Willy--- for once, just
shut the fuck up. Learn something.
The inch worm doesnt back talk, but stops creeping.
SACHA (CONTD)
An artist is the closest thing to a
mother, the closest a man can come
to giving birth- emulate the way we
CREATE. Something that builds in
you. Its beautiful, its loving
something more then yourself.
(MORE)

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SACHA (CONTD)
Its sacrifice, you dont even know
what that is, you dont have the
balls, youve never squeezed
something like a watermellon out of
your vagina, no, not, not you, no
you, your a cheater-- you like
shortcuts, cause you like to get
high....your little moments of
euphoria, your rushes arent some
magic muse, or the mystical voice,
your just getting high... Look at
your life. At how you actually
live.
(she starts to close the
distance-stops)
You arent the man you dream up
Willy, your the man you are-- right
now.
She goes right at him, theyre close. Like how men talk
before a fight-- face to face. But Williams looking down.
Sacha puts her index finger under his chin. Forces eye
contact.
SACHA (CONTD)
How do you live Willy, how do you
fuck me?
Beat.
SACHA (CONTD)
Like the mother of your children?
Your princess? Yanking on my hair,
banging my head on the wall,
shoving my face in the pillow,
gitty up horsey, ride-um cowboy-Sheriff Cumloader, remember? Oh, I
like it, Ill neigh all your want-but ask yourself who you are? You
cry on my tits. Its either the
little baby, or the ravenous
addict, what ever your feeling-because Im your whore. Its not
love Willy, its pleasure, its
fear.... Mutual fear. So no
childish fantasies please, not
today.
William cups Sachas right hand in is. He folds all five
fingers down. She sticks out her index, and shoves it in. He
sucks it like a baby would--- Num, nums. He starts crying.

28.
SACHA (CONTD)
Stop it now Willy.
He pulls it out. Looks at her.
WILLIAM
So what do you want from me?
SACHA
(annunciating every word)
I want you to get your coat and
your wallet.
WILLIAM
Your not leaving me?
SACHA
No Willy, I need you. I just dont
need a child. I have one.
WILLIAM
K, I mean NO, but still please,
please dont leave--- please dont,
I mean I dont, I dont know, what,
I mean....
(discomfited)
Ill do whatever you want.
SACHA
.....Willy Im not leaving, Im not
holding this over you-- just do
what you gotta do. Now be a big
boy, stop sucking your thumb, and
get your shit, okay?
She hugs him tightly. He shakes his head mechanically on her
shoulder.
SACHA (CONTD)
Now hurry up, were parked in a
handicapped zone.
FADE TO BLACK.
Keith Jarrets version of If I Fall in Love over credits.
THE END.