SWEET NOVEMBER - Daily Script

SWEET NOVEMBER - Rev. 5/4/00 55.65 CONTINUED: (2) 65She cocks her ear, listening to the MAN LAUGHING. Thenthey hear a BABY CRYING... a BASKETBALL GAME down thestreet, a DRUNK WOMAN SINGING like an alley cat. Asymphony of SOUNDS: lives being lived around them.SARADoesn't life just... take yourbreath away?Once again, he finds himself so moved by her, he iswordless. There is a long silence between them.SARAWhat's your secret dream, Nelson?NELSONI'm not much on that kind ofthing.SARACome on, everyone's got one.He listens to the SOUNDS, and takes a leap -- letshimself open up for a moment.NELSONMy father sold door-to-door.Vacuum cleaners, life insurance,for a while he sold plastic food.We were kind of the joke of theneighborhood. And believe me, theneighborhood was a pretty grim jokeitself.SARAWhere did you live?NELSONDaly City, just up the freeway...(pause)Anyway, after dinner every night,my dad would shut himself in theTV room and listen to 45s. FrankSinatra, Tony Bennett. For ayear or so, I desperately wantedto be a singer.SARAYou thought it would make himhappy?(CONTINUED)