SWEET NOVEMBER - Daily Script

4/5/00 108.113 INT. TAXI - NIGHT 113Nelson slumped in back, in a daze. Outside, tableaux ofthe city glide past the window: a couple kissingagainst a car, an ambulance careening down a street,SIRENS BLARING, a blind man gingerly heading up asidewalk, led by a seeing-eye dog.114 INT. NELSON'S APARTMENT - DAY 114The penthouse is a mess. The door to the deck is open,and the curtains billow in the cold WIND. Fully-clothed,Nelson sleeps on the couch.115 EXT. SAN FRANCISCO - NIGHT 115Nelson sits on a bench overlooking the bay. Unshaven andunkempt, he stares out at the water and the night.116 INT. SARA'S LOFT - DAY 116Though not up to full strength, Sara looks much betterthan the last time we saw her. She's pulling a tray ofmuffins from the oven. Chas is chopping vegetables;they're making Thanksgiving dinner.SARAOuch! Shit! You bastard!She has burned her hand, drops the tray and muffins splatterall over the floor. Chas immediately rushes over, concerned.SARAIt's nothing, just a teenytiny little... ouch.Her face is red and mottled from trying not to cry.SARAReally, I'm fine, I'm reallyfine, we're going to have funtonight. Fun is a greatThanksgiving...(voice wobbles)Tradition.Come here...CHASShe walks over and Chas enfolds her in a big hug. She isspinning, really distraught, afraid of what she's feeling.(CONTINUED)