SWEET NOVEMBER - Daily Script

4/5/00 120.134 CONTINUED: (2) 134NELSONI love you, Sara Deever.Remember me.SARANELSON... Seven, eight, nine, ten,eleven --As Nelson continues counting, Sara walks to a spot twentyyards behind him and waits at the foot of a statue.NELSON... Twelve, thirteen, fourteen,fifteen, sixteen, seventeen,eighteen, nineteen, twenty.Nelson steps forward. Then, turning, he walks straighttoward the statue and arrives at the exact spot Sarastood just a moment before.Slowly, he removes the scarf. Sara, of course, is gone.All around Nelson, shades of the park emerge in thedawning light.Looking down at the scarf in his hands, Nelson smiles.At the same time, dawn breaks, piercing the park withglimmering, amber light.Carefully wrapping the scarf twice around his neck,Nelson walks out of the park and into the street, justas a red Muni train slowly makes its way across theawakening city, its empty windows aglow in the dawn.FADE OUT.THE END