SWEET NOVEMBER - Daily Script

SWEET NOVEMBER - Rev. 5/8/00 61.72 CONTINUED: 72I try not to.NELSONSARAI dare you. Look at someone,anyone. That woman by the door.A woman in her early 40s stands near one of the doors,her head leaning against the window as she stares out atthe passing city with a distant, detached expression.SARAWhat do you see?NELSONFemale, 32-45, primary householddecision maker. Watches 2.5 hoursof television a day, spends 27minutes at the grocery store,values price over brand.Ignoring him, Sara gazes at the woman with empathy andwonder.SARAI think she's a mother. I thinkshe loves her family so much ithurts. I think she'd throwherself in front of this train forthem if she had to. And I thinkwhen she gets into bed at night,she makes love to her husband likehe was the king of Egypt.As Sara enjoys the fruit of her imagination, Nelsonreconsiders the woman, this time seriously.NELSONI think she's got a dead-end job,a husband she can't remember whyshe married, and a kid who doesn'tunderstand any of it.Nelson's grim assessment rolls over Sara like a cloud,darkening her entire disposition.SARAMaybe. Maybe it's worse. Maybenothing about life even makessense to her anymore. Maybe somedays she wishes she could justquit pretending and end the wholegoddamn thing.(CONTINUED)