| 1. | |
| FADE IN: | |
| 1 EXT. COMMUTER TRAIN STATION - DAY 1 | |
| It's gray. The platform is packed with business commuters: | |
| suits, overcoats. There is such a lack of color it almost | |
| seems as if it's a black and white shot, except one | |
| commuter holds a bright red heart-shaped box of candy under | |
| his arm. | |
| The platform across the tracks is empty. | |
| As an almost empty train pulls up to that platform, one of | |
| the suited men breaks out of the crowd, lurches up the | |
| stairs two at a time, hurries across the overpass and down | |
| the stairs to the other side, just at the empty train | |
| stops. The doors open and the man gets on that train. | |
| As the empty train pulls from the station, the man watches | |
| the crowd of commuters through the train's dirty window. We | |
| see his face for the first time. | |
| This is Joel Barish. He is in his 30's, sallow, a bit | |
| puffy. | |
| His hair is a little messy, his suit is either vintage or | |
| just old and dirty and sort of threadbare. His bright tie | |
| has a photograph of a rodeo printed on it. | |
| 2 EXT. MONTAUK TRAIN STATION - DAY 2 | |
| Joel talks on a payphone. The wind howls around him. He | |
| tries to shield the mouthpiece as he talks. His speech is a | |
| self-conscious mumble, especially difficult to hear over | |
| the elements. | |
| JOEL | |
| Hi, Cindy. It's Joel. Joel. I'm not | |
| feeling well this morning. No, food | |
| poisoning, I think. I had clams. | |
| Clams! I'm sorry it took me so long | |
| to call in, but I've been vomiting | |
| a lot. I've been vomiting! Yes, | |
| that's right, a lot! | |
| 3 EXT. BEACH - DAY 3 | |
| 2. | |
| Joel wanders the windy, empty beach, with his briefcase. He | |
| passes an old man with a metal detector. They nod at each | |
| other. | |
| 4 EXT. BEACH - DAY 4 | |
| Later: Joel looks out at the ocean. | |
| 5 EXT. BEACH - DAY 5 | |
| Later: Joel sits on a rock and pulls a big, tattered | |
| notebook from his briefcase. He opens it and reads his last | |
| entry. | |
| JOEL (V.O.) | |
| January 6, 2001. Nothing much. | |
| Naomi and I coexisting. Roommates. | |
| Nothing. Will it go on like this | |
| forever? My best guess? Yes. | |
| Under the entry is a detailed drawing of a paranoid, wild- | |
| eyed man huddled in the corner of a damp basement lit by a | |
| bare bulb on a cord. Joel notices something odd: a great | |
| many pages have been torn out after the last entry. He | |
| ponders it for a moment, then writes on the next page: | |
| JOEL (V.O.) | |
| Valentine's Day 2003. First entry | |
| in two years. Where did those years | |
| go? If you're not careful it gets | |
| away from you. And then it's over | |
| and you're dead. And within a few | |
| years who even remembers you were | |
| here? | |
| (thinks) | |
| Called in sick today. Took the | |
| train out to Montauk. | |
| (thinks) | |
| Cold. | |
| (thinks some more) | |
| Don't know what else to say. I saw | |
| Naomi last night. First time since | |
| the break- up. We had sex. It was | |
| odd to fall into our old familiar | |
| sex life so easily. Like no time | |
| has passed. Suddenly we're talking | |
| about getting together again. I | |
| guess that's good. | |
| 3. | |
| He has no other thoughts, does some work on the drawing on | |
| the opposite page. He glances up, spots a female figure in | |
| the distance, walking in his direction. She stands out | |
| against the gray in a fluorescent orange hooded sweatshirt. | |
| This is Clementine. | |
| She's in her early thirties, zaftig. He watches her for a | |
| bit, then as she nears, he goes back to his drawing, or at | |
| least pretends to. Once she has passed, he watches her walk | |
| away. She stops and stares out at the ocean. Joel writes. | |
| JOEL (V.O.) | |
| Constitutionally incapable of | |
| making eye- contact with a woman I | |
| don't know. Guess I'd better get | |
| back with Naomi. Ought to buy her a | |
| Valentine. She loves roses, I | |
| believe. | |
| 6 EXT. BEACH - DAY 6 | |
| LATER: Joel walks up near the beach houses closed for the | |
| season. He peeks cautiously in a dark window. | |
| 7 EXT. BEACH - DAY 7 | |
| LATER: Joel digs into the sand with a stick. | |
| 8 INT. DINER - DAY 8 | |
| It's a local tourist place, but off-season empty. An old | |
| couple drink coffee at the counter. Joel sits in a booth | |
| and eats a grilled cheese sandwich and a bowl of tomato | |
| soup. In his notebook he is drawing a wizened old man with | |
| a metal detector. His metal detector has led him to another | |
| dead old man clutching a metal detector. Joel meekly, | |
| unsuccessfully, tries to get the waitress's attention for | |
| more coffee. | |
| Clementine enters, looks around, takes off her hood. Joel | |
| glances at her bright blue hair. She picks an empty booth | |
| and sits. Joel studies her discreetly. The waitress | |
| approaches her with a coffee pot. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Hi, it's me again! My home away | |
| from home. | |
| WAITRESS | |
| 4. | |
| Coffee? | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| God, yes. You've saved my life! | |
| Brrr! | |
| The waitress pours the coffee. | |
| WAITRESS | |
| You know what you want? | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (laughing) | |
| Ain't that the question of the | |
| century. | |
| The waitress is not amused. Clementine gets business-like. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| You got grilled cheese and tomato | |
| soup again today? | |
| WAITRESS | |
| We're having a run on it. | |
| The waitress heads to the grill. Clementine fishes in her | |
| bag, brings the coffee cup under the table for a moment, | |
| pours something in, then brings the cup back up. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (calling) | |
| And some cream, please. | |
| Clementine looks around the place. Her eyes meet Joel's | |
| before he is able to look away. She smiles vaguely. He | |
| looks embarrassed, then down at his journal. | |
| Clementine pulls a book from her purse and starts to read. | |
| Joel glances up, tries to see the book's cover. It's blue | |
| and white. He can't make out the title. | |
| 9 EXT. BEACH - DAY 9 | |
| Joel stares out at the ocean. Far down the beach Clementine | |
| stares at it, too. Joel glances sideways at her then back | |
| at the ocean. | |
| 10 EXT. MONTAUK TRAIN STATION PLATFORM - LATE AFTERNOON 10 | |
| 5. | |
| Joel sits on a bench waiting for the train. Clementine | |
| enters the platform, sees Joel, the only other person | |
| there. She waves, sort of goofily enthusiastic, playing as | |
| if they're old friends. He waves back, embarrassed. | |
| She takes a seat on a bench far down the platform. Joel | |
| stares at his hands, pulls his journal from his briefcase | |
| and tries to write in order to conceal his awkwardness. | |
| JOEL (V.O.) | |
| Why do I fall in love with every | |
| woman I see who shows me the least | |
| bit of attention? | |
| 11 INT. TRAIN - LATE AFTERNOON 11 | |
| Joel sits at the far end of the empty car and watches the | |
| slowly passing desolate terrain. After a moment the door | |
| between cars opens and Clementine enters. Joel looks up. | |
| Clementine is not looking at him; she busies herself | |
| deciding | |
| where to sit. She settles on a seat at the opposite end of | |
| the car. Joel looks out the window. He feels her watching | |
| him. The train is picking up speed. Finally: | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (calling over the rumble) | |
| Hi! | |
| Joel looks over. | |
| JOEL | |
| I'm sorry? | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| What? I couldn't hear you. | |
| JOEL | |
| I said, I'm sorry. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Why are you sorry? I just said hi. | |
| JOEL | |
| No, I didn't know if you were | |
| talking to me, so-- | |
| She looks around the empty car. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| 6. | |
| Really? | |
| JOEL | |
| (embarrassed) | |
| Well, I didn't want to assume. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Aw, c'mon, live dangerously. Take | |
| the leap and assume someone is | |
| talking to you in an otherwise | |
| empty car. | |
| JOEL | |
| Anyway. Sorry. Hi. Hello. Hi. | |
| Clementine giggles, makes her way down the aisle toward | |
| Joel. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| It's okay if I sit closer? So I | |
| don't have to scream? Not that I | |
| don't need to scream sometimes, | |
| believe you me. | |
| (pause) | |
| But I don't want to bug you if | |
| you're trying to write something. | |
| JOEL | |
| (mumbling) | |
| No, I'm just-- I don't really, um - | |
| - | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| What? You don't really what? | |
| She hesitates in the middle of the car, looks back where | |
| she came from. | |
| JOEL | |
| It's okay if you want to sit down. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Just, you know, to chat a little, | |
| maybe. I have a long trip ahead of | |
| me. | |
| (sits across aisle from | |
| Joel) | |
| How far are you going? On the | |
| train, I mean, of course. Not in | |
| life. | |
| JOEL | |
| Rockville Center. | |
| 7. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Get out! Me too! What are the odds? | |
| She stares at him. He gets uncomfortable. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Do I know you? | |
| JOEL | |
| I don't think so. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Hmmmm. Do you ever shop at Barnes | |
| and Noble? | |
| JOEL | |
| Sure. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| That's it. That's me: book slave | |
| there for, like, five years now. I | |
| thought I'd seen you somewhere. | |
| JOEL | |
| Really? Because -- | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Jesus, is it five years? I gotta | |
| quit right now. | |
| JOEL | |
| -- I go there all the time. I think | |
| I'd remember you. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Well, I'm there. I've seen you, | |
| man. I hide in the back as much as | |
| is humanly possible. You have a | |
| cell phone? I need to quit right | |
| this minute. I'll call in dead. | |
| I'll go on the dole like my daddy | |
| before me. Might be the hair. | |
| JOEL | |
| What might? | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Changes a lot. That's why you might | |
| not recognize me. What color am I | |
| today? | |
| (pulls a strand in front | |
| of her eyes, studies it) | |
| 8. | |
| Blue, right? It's called Blue Ruin. | |
| The color. Snappy name, huh? | |
| JOEL | |
| I like it. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Blue ruin is cheap gin, in case | |
| you're wondering. | |
| JOEL | |
| Yeah. Tom Waits says it in -- | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Exactly! Tom Waits. Which song? | |
| JOEL | |
| I can't remember. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Anyway, this company makes a whole | |
| line of colors with equally snappy | |
| names. Red Menace, Yellow Fever, | |
| Green Revolution. That'd be a job, | |
| coming up with those names. How do | |
| you get a job like that? That's | |
| what I'll do. Fuck the dole. | |
| JOEL | |
| I don't really know how -- | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Purple Haze, Pink Eraser. | |
| JOEL | |
| You think that could possibly be a | |
| full- time job? How many hair | |
| colors could there be? Fifty, tops? | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (pissy) | |
| Somebody's got that job. | |
| (excited) | |
| Agent Orange! I came up with that | |
| one. Anyway, there are endless | |
| color possibilities and I'd be | |
| great at it. | |
| JOEL | |
| (mumbly) | |
| I'm sure you would. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| 9. | |
| My writing career! Your hair | |
| written by Clementine Kruczynski. | |
| (thought) | |
| The Tom Waits album is Rain Dogs. | |
| JOEL | |
| You sure? I don't know that album - | |
| - | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I think. Anyway, I've tried all | |
| their colors. More than once. I'm | |
| getting too old for this. But it | |
| keeps me from having to develop an | |
| actual personality. I apply my | |
| personality in a paste. You? | |
| JOEL | |
| Oh, I doubt that's the case. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Well, you don't know me, so-- you | |
| don't know, do you? | |
| JOEL | |
| Sorry. I was just trying to be | |
| nice. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Yeah, I got it. | |
| There's a silence. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| My name's Clementine, by the way. | |
| JOEL | |
| I'm Joel. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| No jokes about my name? Oh, you | |
| wouldn't do that; you're trying to | |
| be nice. | |
| JOEL | |
| I don't know any jokes about your | |
| name. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Huckleberry Hound? | |
| JOEL | |
| I don't know what that means. | |
| 10. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Huckleberry Hound! What, are you | |
| nuts? | |
| JOEL | |
| It's been suggested. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (singing) | |
| "Oh my darlin', oh my darlin', oh | |
| my darlin' Clementine"? No? | |
| Nothin'? | |
| JOEL | |
| Sorry. It's a pretty name, though. | |
| It means "merciful", right? | |
| Clemency? | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (impressed) | |
| Yeah. Although it hardly fits. I'm | |
| a vindictive little bitch, truth be | |
| told. | |
| JOEL | |
| See, I wouldn't think that about | |
| you. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (pissy) | |
| Why wouldn't you think that about | |
| me? | |
| JOEL | |
| I don't know. I was just-- I don't | |
| know. I was just-- You seemed nice, | |
| so -- | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Now I'm nice? Don't you know any | |
| other adjectives? There's careless | |
| and snotty and overbearing and | |
| argumentative-- mumpish. | |
| JOEL | |
| (mumbling) | |
| Well, anyway-- Sorry. | |
| They sit in silence for a while. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| 11. | |
| I just don't think "nice" is a | |
| particularly interesting thing to | |
| be. | |
| The conductor enters the car. | |
| CONDUCTOR | |
| Tickets. | |
| Joel hands the conductor his ticket. The conductor punches | |
| it and hands it back. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| What is nice, anyway? I mean, | |
| besides an adjective? I guess it | |
| can be an adverb, sort of. | |
| The conductor turns to Clementine. She fishes in her bag. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| It doesn't reveal anything. Nice is | |
| pandering. Cowardly. And life is | |
| more interesting than that. Or | |
| should be. Jesus God, I hope it is- | |
| - someday. | |
| (to conductor) | |
| I know it’s here. | |
| The conductor and Joel watch as she gets more agitated. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I don't need nice. I don't need | |
| myself to be it and I don't need | |
| anyone else to be it at me. | |
| JOEL | |
| Okay, I understand. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Shit. Shit. I know it's here. Hold | |
| on. | |
| She dumps the contents of the bag onto the seat and sifts | |
| frantically through. Joel sees the book she was reading in | |
| the diner. It's The Red Right Hand by Joel Townsley Rogers. | |
| Joel eyes the book. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Damn it. DAMN IT! | |
| (there it is) | |
| Oh. Here. | |
| 12. | |
| She hands the conductor the ticket, smiles sweetly. He | |
| punches it, hands it back to her, and walks away. | |
| CONDUCTOR | |
| Next stop Southampton. | |
| The conductor heads into the next car. Clementine shoves | |
| stuff back into her purse. Her hands are a little shaky. | |
| She pulls an airline-sized bottle of alcohol from her | |
| pocket, opens it, and downs it. Joel is watching all of | |
| this but pretending not to. She looks out the window for a | |
| while. The train pulls into the station. The doors open. | |
| Nobody gets on. | |
| The doors close. The train pulls out. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Joel? It's Joel, right? | |
| JOEL | |
| Yes? | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I'm sorry I-- yelled at you. Was it | |
| yelling? I can't really tell. | |
| Whatever, I'm a little out of sorts | |
| today. | |
| JOEL | |
| (trying for a joke) | |
| Hey, Old Yeller would be a good | |
| color. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (not seeming to hear) | |
| My embarrassing admission is I | |
| really like that you're nice. Right | |
| now, anyway. I can't tell from one | |
| moment to the next what I'm going | |
| to like. But right now I'm glad you | |
| are. | |
| JOEL | |
| It's no problem. Anyway, I have | |
| some stuff I need to -- I'm trying | |
| to work out some -- I'm writing | |
| some thoughts, sort of. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Oh, okay. Well, sure, I'll just-- | |
| (stands throws bag over | |
| shoulder) | |
| Take care, then. | |
| 13. | |
| JOEL | |
| (pulling notebook from | |
| briefcase) | |
| Probably see you at the bookstore. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (heading toward other end | |
| of car) | |
| Unless I get that hair-color-naming | |
| job. Old Yeller is funny, by the | |
| way. | |
| Clementine sits and stares out the window. | |
| JOEL | |
| How about Karen Black? | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| You're good! We could be partners. | |
| They smile at each other. Joel drops the gaze first. | |
| 12 INT. TRAIN - DUSK 12 | |
| There are a few more people in the car now. Clementine has | |
| inched a few seats closer to Joel. She watches him. His | |
| head is buried in his notebook. He's drawing Clementine. | |
| 13 INT. TRAIN - NIGHT 13 | |
| It's dark out. The train is pretty crowded. A couple of | |
| women hold bouquets of flowers, another has a red heart- | |
| shaped box of candy. Joel stares out the window. Clementine | |
| sits closer still to Joel, eyes him. | |
| 14 EXT. TRAIN STATION - NIGHT 14 | |
| The doors open and Joel emerges along with others. He heads | |
| to the parking lot, arrives at his car. There's a big | |
| dented scrape along the driver's side. | |
| 15 INT/EXT. JOEL'S CAR - NIGHT 15 | |
| MOMENTS LATER: Joel drives. He passes Clementine walking. | |
| She looks cold. He considers, slows, rolls down his window. | |
| JOEL | |
| Hi. I could give you a ride if you | |
| need. | |
| 14. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| No, that's okay. Thanks, though. | |
| JOEL | |
| You sure? It's cold. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Yeah? It is frosty. | |
| He pulls over. She climbs in. They drive. | |
| JOEL | |
| Where do you live? | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| You're not a stalker or anything, | |
| right? | |
| JOEL | |
| Stalker Channing. No, that's not | |
| really a color, is it? Quit while | |
| I'm ahead. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| You can't be too careful about | |
| stalkers. I've been stalked. I've | |
| been told by experts I'm highly | |
| stalkable. I don't need that. | |
| JOEL | |
| I'm not a stalker. You talked to | |
| me, remember? | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| That's the oldest trick in the | |
| stalker book. | |
| (beat) | |
| You know Sherman Drive? | |
| JOEL | |
| Yeah. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Sherman Drive. Near the high | |
| school. | |
| Joel turns. They drive in silence. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Look, I'm very sorry I came off | |
| sort of nutso. I'm not really. | |
| JOEL | |
| 15. | |
| That's okay. I didn't think you | |
| were. | |
| There's a silence. She broods. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Well, I am. Okay? | |
| (pointing to a house) | |
| Me. | |
| Joel pulls over. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Thanks very much. That was very | |
| nice of you. | |
| JOEL | |
| Oh, well, I wouldn't want to be | |
| nice -- | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Jesus, I'm full of shit. I already | |
| told you that. | |
| (pause) | |
| Anyway. See ya. Happy Valentine's | |
| Day. | |
| He looks at her. Clementine opens the car door. | |
| JOEL | |
| You too. I enjoyed meeting you. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (turning back) | |
| Hey, do you want to have a drink? I | |
| have lots of drinks. And I could -- | |
| JOEL | |
| Um -- | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Never mind. Sorry, that was stupid. | |
| I'm embarrassed. Good night, Joel. | |
| 16 INT. CLEMENTINE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 16 | |
| A FEW MINUTES LATER: Joel stands in the living room, | |
| somewhat nervously. He tries to calm himself by focusing on | |
| the surroundings. He looks at the books on her shelves. | |
| Clementine is in the kitchen. We see her as she passes by | |
| the doorway several times, preparing drinks and chatting. | |
| 16. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Thanks! I like it, too. Been here | |
| about four years. It's really | |
| cheap. My downstairs neighbor is | |
| old so she's quiet, which is great. | |
| And the landlord's sweet, which is | |
| bizarre, but great, and I have a | |
| little porch in the back, which is | |
| great, because I can read there, | |
| and listen to my crickets and-- | |
| Clementine is in the living room now with two gin and | |
| tonics. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Two blue ruins-- | |
| Joel is looking at a framed black and white photograph of | |
| crows flying. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| You like that? | |
| JOEL | |
| Very much. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| This-- this guy gave that to me, | |
| just, like, recently. I like it, | |
| too. I like crows. I think I used | |
| to be a crow. | |
| She caws and hands Joel a drink. | |
| JOEL | |
| Thanks. That's a good caw you did. | |
| Your caw is something to crow | |
| about. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Huh? | |
| Joel shakes his head embarrassedly and mumbles something. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Do you believe in that stuff? | |
| Reincarnation? | |
| JOEL | |
| I don't know. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| 17. | |
| Me neither. Oh, there's an | |
| inscription on the back. | |
| Clementine takes the photo off the wall and shows Joel the | |
| inscription on back. | |
| JOEL | |
| Frost? | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (impressed) | |
| Yeah. I'm not, like, a Robert Frost | |
| lover by any stretch. His stuff | |
| seems strictly grade school to me. | |
| But this made me cry for some | |
| reason. Maybe because it is grade | |
| school. Y'know? | |
| JOEL | |
| It's pretty. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I miss grade school. I don't know | |
| why I'm calling it grade school all | |
| of a sudden. When I went we called | |
| it elementary school. But I like | |
| grade school better. Sounds like | |
| something someone from the forties | |
| would call it. I'd like to be from | |
| then. Everyone wore hats. Anyway, | |
| cheers! | |
| JOEL | |
| Cheers. | |
| They clink glasses. Clementine giggles and takes a big gulp | |
| of her drink. Joel sips. She plops down on the couch and | |
| pulls her boots off. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| God, that feels so fucking good. | |
| Take yours off. | |
| JOEL | |
| I'm fine. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Yeah? Well, have a seat, anyway. | |
| Joel sits in a chair across the room. Clementine finishes | |
| her drink. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| 18. | |
| Ready for another? | |
| JOEL | |
| No, I'm okay for now. | |
| She heads toward the kitchen with her glass. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Well, I'm ready. Put some music on. | |
| Joel crosses to the CD's and studies them. | |
| JOEL | |
| What do you want to hear? | |
| CLEMENTINE (O.S.) | |
| You pick it. | |
| JOEL | |
| You just say. I'm not really -- | |
| CLEMENTINE (O.S.) | |
| I don't know! I can't see them from | |
| here, Joel! Just pick something | |
| good. | |
| Joel studies the unfamiliar CD's. He picks up Bang On a Can | |
| performing Brian Eno's Music for Airports to look at. | |
| Clementine reenters with her drink. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Oh, excellent choice. | |
| She grabs it and sticks it in the CD player. The music is | |
| dreamy and haunting and slow. Clementine falls back onto | |
| the couch, closes her eyes and sips her drink. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Mmmmmmm. Way to go, Joel. You pick | |
| good. | |
| Joel sits down in his chair and drinks. There's a silence, | |
| which seems fine to Clementine but makes Joel anxious. | |
| JOEL | |
| Well, I should probably get going. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| No, stay. Just for a little while. | |
| (opens her eyes, | |
| brightly) | |
| Refill? | |
| 19. | |
| JOEL | |
| No, I sort of have to go and -- | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Stop mumbling. | |
| She grabs Joel's drink from his hand, takes it into the | |
| kitchen. | |
| CLEMENTINE (O.S.) | |
| God bless alcohol, is what I say. | |
| Where would I be without it. Jesus, | |
| Mary, and Joseph, maybe I don't | |
| want to think about that. | |
| She giggles. Joel looks around the room again. There are | |
| several potatoes dressed as women in beautiful handmade | |
| costumes: a nurse potato, a stripper potato, a | |
| schoolteacher potato, a housewife potato. He stares at the | |
| potatoes, confused. Clementine returns with Joel's drink | |
| and a refill for herself. | |
| JOEL | |
| Thanks. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Drink up, young man. It'll make the | |
| whole seduction part less | |
| repugnant. | |
| Joel looks a little alarmed. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I'm just kidding. C'mon. Or was I? | |
| She laughs maniacally, sits back on the couch, closes her | |
| eyes. Joel watches her, looks at her breasts. She opens her | |
| eyes, smiles drunkenly at him, winks. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Y'know, I'm sort of psychic. | |
| JOEL | |
| Yeah? | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Well, I go to a psychic and she's | |
| always telling me I'm psychic. She | |
| should know. Do you believe in that | |
| stuff? | |
| JOEL | |
| I don't know. | |
| 20. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Me neither. But sometimes I have | |
| premonitions, so, I don't know. | |
| Maybe that's just coincidence. | |
| Right? Y'know, you think something | |
| and then it happens, or you think a | |
| word and then someone says it? | |
| Y'know? | |
| JOEL | |
| Yeah, I don't know. It's hard to | |
| know. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Exactly. Exactly! That's exactly my | |
| feeling about it. It's hard to | |
| know. Like, okay, but how many | |
| times do I think something and it | |
| doesn't happen? That's what you're | |
| saying, right? You forget about | |
| those times. Right? | |
| JOEL | |
| Yeah, I guess. The human mind | |
| creates order where there is none. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (dreamy beat) | |
| But I think I am. I like to think I | |
| am. It's helpful to think there's | |
| some order to things. You're kind | |
| of closed- mouthed, aren't you? | |
| JOEL | |
| Sorry. My life isn't that | |
| interesting. I go to work. I go | |
| home. I don't know what to say. You | |
| should read my journal. It's just, | |
| like, blank. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (considers this) | |
| Does that make you sad? Or anxious? | |
| I'm always anxious thinking I'm not | |
| living my life to the fullest, | |
| y'know? Taking advantage of every | |
| possibility? Just making sure that | |
| I'm not wasting one second of the | |
| little time I have. | |
| JOEL | |
| I think about that. | |
| 21. | |
| She looks at him really hard for a long moment. Joel tries | |
| to hold her gaze, but can't. He looks down at his drink. | |
| Clementine starts to cry again. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| You're really nice. I'm sorry I | |
| yelled at you before about it. God, | |
| I'm dreadful. | |
| JOEL | |
| I have a tendency to use that word | |
| too much. It is a little | |
| nondescript. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I like you. That's the thing about | |
| my psychic thing. I think that's my | |
| greatest psychic power, that I get | |
| a sense about people. My problem is | |
| I never trust it. But I get it. And | |
| with you I get that you're a really | |
| good guy. | |
| JOEL | |
| Thanks. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| And, anyway, you sell yourself | |
| short. I can tell. There's a lot of | |
| stuff going on in your brain. I can | |
| tell. My goal-- can I tell you my | |
| goal? | |
| JOEL | |
| (mock put out) | |
| Yeah, I guess. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (ala Paul Simon) | |
| What's the goal, Joel? | |
| (laughs) | |
| 22. | |
| My goal, Joel, is to just let it | |
| flow through me? Do you know what I | |
| mean? It's like, there's all these | |
| emotions and ideas and they come | |
| quick and they change and they | |
| leave and they come back in a | |
| different form and I think we're | |
| all taught we should be consistent. | |
| Y'know? You love someone -- that's | |
| it. Forever. You choose to do | |
| something with your life -- that's | |
| it, that's what you do. It's a sign | |
| of maturity to stick with that and | |
| see things through. And my feeling | |
| is that's how you die, because you | |
| stop listening to what is true, and | |
| what is true is constantly | |
| changing. You know? | |
| JOEL | |
| Yeah. I think so. It's hard to -- | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Like I wanted to talk to you. I | |
| didn't need any more reason to do | |
| it. Who knows what bigger cosmic | |
| reason might exist? | |
| JOEL | |
| Yeah. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I'm gonna marry you! I know it! | |
| JOEL | |
| Um, okay. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (laughing) | |
| You're very nice. God, I have to | |
| stop saying that. You're nervous | |
| around me, huh? | |
| JOEL | |
| No. Yeah. Sort of. Not really. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I'm nervous. You don't need to be | |
| nervous around me, though. I like | |
| you. Do you think I'm repulsively | |
| fat? | |
| JOEL | |
| 23. | |
| No, not at all. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I don't either. I used to. But I'm | |
| through with that. Y'know, if I | |
| don't love my body, then I'm just | |
| lost. You know? With all the | |
| wrinkles and scars and the general | |
| falling apart that's coming 'round | |
| the bend. You ever inhale | |
| hairspray? Fucking good high. I | |
| don't anymore. It causes cellulite. | |
| (beat) | |
| So, I've been seeing this guy-- | |
| Joel looks slightly crestfallen. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (off his reaction) | |
| Oh, Joel, you're so sweet! Yay! | |
| (kisses him on the cheek) | |
| Just been seeing him for the last | |
| week. He's kind of a kid. Kind of a | |
| goofball, but he's really stuck on | |
| me, which is flattering. Who | |
| wouldn't like that? And he's, like, | |
| a dope, but he says these smart and | |
| moving things sometimes, out of | |
| nowhere, that just break my heart. | |
| He's the one who gave me that crow | |
| photograph. | |
| JOEL | |
| Oh, yeah. Caw. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| It made me cry. But, anyway, we | |
| went up to Boston, because I had | |
| this urge to lie on my back on the | |
| Charles River. It gets frozen this | |
| time of year. | |
| JOEL | |
| That sounds scary. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| 24. | |
| Exactly! I used to do it in college | |
| and I had this urge to go do it | |
| again, so I got Patrick and we | |
| drove all night to get there and he | |
| was sweet and said nice things to | |
| me, but I was really disappointed | |
| to be there with him. Y'know? And | |
| that's where my psychic stuff comes | |
| in. Like, it just isn't right with | |
| him. Y'know? | |
| JOEL | |
| I think so. I had a girlfriend two | |
| years ago and just yesterday -- | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I don't believe in that soulmate | |
| crap anymore, but-- Patrick says so | |
| many great things. We like the same | |
| writers. This writer Joel Townsley | |
| Rogers he turned me on to. | |
| JOEL | |
| Yeah, he's one of my favorites. I | |
| saw you had his book in your purse. | |
| One of the oddest locked room | |
| mysteries. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| And this kid's cute, too. It's | |
| fucked up. I mean, here it is | |
| Valentine's Day and I can't bring | |
| myself to call him. | |
| (beat) | |
| Joel, you should come up to the | |
| Charles with me sometime. | |
| JOEL | |
| Okay. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Yeah? Oh, great! | |
| She sits closer to him. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I'll pack a picnic -- a night | |
| picnic -- night picnics and | |
| different -- and -- | |
| JOEL | |
| (shy) | |
| 25. | |
| Sounds good. But right now I should | |
| go. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (pause) | |
| You should stay. | |
| JOEL | |
| I have to get up early in the | |
| morning tomorrow, so-- | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (beat) | |
| Okay. | |
| Joel puts on his overcoat. Clementine heads to the phone | |
| table, grabs a pen. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I would like you to call me. Would | |
| you do that? I would like it. | |
| JOEL | |
| Yes. | |
| She scribbles her phone number on Joel's right hand. He | |
| stands there uncomfortably for a moment, then forces | |
| himself to speak. | |
| JOEL | |
| I don't think your personality | |
| comes out of a tube. I think the | |
| hair is just-- a pretty topping. | |
| She tears up, swallows, and kisses him on the cheek. | |
| JOEL | |
| (shyly formal) | |
| So, I enjoyed meeting you. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| You'll call me, right? | |
| JOEL | |
| Yeah. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| When? | |
| JOEL | |
| Tomorrow? | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| 26. | |
| Tonight. Just to test out the phone | |
| lines and all. | |
| JOEL | |
| Okay. | |
| Joel exits. Clementine watches him through an open window | |
| as Joel gets in his car. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| And wish me a happy Valentine's Day | |
| when you call! That'd be nice! | |
| 17 INT/EXT. JOEL'S CAR - NIGHT 17 | |
| Joel drives home. He seems agitated. He parks in the lot | |
| behind his apartment building, gets out of the car and | |
| heads around to the front. | |
| 18 INT. VAN - NIGHT 18 | |
| It drives slowly down the street. There are two dark | |
| figures inside. | |
| STAN | |
| I can't see any numbers. | |
| PATRICK | |
| (squinting) | |
| One-thirty-seven? | |
| Joel appears from the side of the house. | |
| STAN | |
| There! That's him, right? | |
| PATRICK | |
| I think so. | |
| The van trails Joel, who looks back at it, then makes his | |
| way toward his building. The van parks across the street. | |
| 19 EXT. JOEL'S APARTMENT BUILDING - CONTINUOUS 19 | |
| Joel heads up the walk to his building. He looks back at | |
| the van, tries to see in. The window rolls down and a hand | |
| comes out and waves cheerily. | |
| MUFFLED PATRICK FROM INSIDE VAN | |
| Thanks, Joel. | |
| 27. | |
| Laughter from in the van. The window is rolled up. Joel | |
| enters his building. | |
| 20 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT ENTRANCEWAY - CONTINUOUS 20 | |
| Joel pulls his mail from his box. In the light we see that | |
| Joel has a blue dot drawn on either side of his forehead. A | |
| man enters the building. This is Frank. | |
| FRANK | |
| Joel. | |
| JOEL | |
| Frank. | |
| The man opens his mailbox, sifts through some envelopes. | |
| FRANK | |
| Jesus, shit. The only Valentine's | |
| Day cards I get are from my mother. | |
| How pathetic is that? | |
| Joel chuckles, distracted. | |
| FRANK | |
| You're lucky you have Clementine, | |
| man. She's way cool. | |
| Joel looks at him. The guy continues to sift through his | |
| envelopes. A yellow envelope with the name "Lacuna" in the | |
| upper left catches Joel's eye. | |
| FRANK | |
| Any big Valentine's plans with her? | |
| JOEL | |
| No. | |
| Joel continues to stare at the yellow envelope. | |
| FRANK | |
| It's only a day away, better make | |
| reservations somewhere. Don't want | |
| to end up at Mickey D's. | |
| The guy laughs. Joel smiles wanly. | |
| FRANK | |
| McRomance! | |
| 28. | |
| The guy laughs again, too much. | |
| FRANK | |
| Do you want fries with that shake? | |
| JOEL | |
| I've got to get to bed, Frank. | |
| Frank looks at his watch. | |
| FRANK | |
| It's 8:30. | |
| Joel shrugs, heads down the hall, unlocks his door, which | |
| is on the first floor. | |
| FRANK | |
| What's with the dots? | |
| 21 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS 21 | |
| Joel changes into a pair of pajamas fresh from the package. | |
| He picks up a small vial from his night table, opens it, | |
| dumps a round pink pill into the palm of his hand, studies | |
| it, then swallows it quickly. He looks around the room, | |
| somewhat panicked, as if going through some checklist. He | |
| crosses to the window and looks out into the night. He | |
| tries again to squint into the van across the street. | |
| 22 INT/EXT. VAN - CONTINUOUS 22 | |
| The two figures inside are watching Joel in his apartment, | |
| squinting out at them. Joel gives up and walks away from | |
| the window. | |
| PATRICK | |
| (singing under breath) | |
| She's a maniac, maniac on the floor | |
| -- | |
| STAN | |
| Patrick, stop it. | |
| Silence. | |
| PATRICK | |
| (singing unconsciously) | |
| -- and she's dancing like she's | |
| never danced before -- | |
| 29. | |
| The lights in Joel's apartment click off. | |
| PATRICK | |
| Show time at the Apollo. | |
| The two guys get out of the van. | |
| 23 EXT. VAN - CONTINUOUS 23 | |
| Stan, in hip glasses, and Patrick open the back of the van | |
| and pull out a few briefcase-sized machines. They head up | |
| the apartment building walkway. | |
| 24 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT BUILDING - MOMENTS LATER 24 | |
| Stan inserts a key and opens Joel's apartment door. He and | |
| Stan enter. They switch on the light. Patrick unconsciously | |
| hums "Maniac" as the two enter. | |
| 25 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 25 | |
| The room now looks a little vague. Joel changes into a pair | |
| of pajamas fresh from the package. He picks up a small vial | |
| from his night table, opens it, dumps a round pink pill | |
| into the palm of his hand, studies it. | |
| We see the pill from his POV. There's a code imprinted on | |
| it, but we can't make it out. He swallows the pill quickly. | |
| He looks around the room, somewhat panicked, as if going | |
| through some checklist. | |
| VOICE-OVER | |
| Everything ready? Are they out | |
| there? | |
| Joel crosses to the window and looks out into the night. He | |
| tries to squint into the van across the street. He can make | |
| out the two figures but no detail. He stands there for a | |
| moment, crosses to the bed, sits, dials the night table | |
| phone. | |
| RECORDED VOICE | |
| The number you have dialed is no | |
| longer in service. Please check | |
| your number and -- | |
| JOEL | |
| (weepy) | |
| Bye. | |
| 30. | |
| He hangs up the phone, turns off the light and lies on his | |
| back on the bed. He stares up at the ceiling. The pills | |
| seems to be taking effect and Joel is getting drowsy. But | |
| something else is also happening: the room is getting | |
| darker, less distinct. He tries to keep his eyes open to | |
| watch this strange phenomenon, but can't. | |
| His eyes close and the room plunges into darkness. We hear | |
| a key in the door, the door opening, floorboards creaking | |
| under shoes and someone quietly humming "Maniac." These | |
| noises grow faint and disappear. | |
| 26 EXT. JOEL'S APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT 26 | |
| Joel gets out of his car, spots a van parked across the | |
| street. There are two dark figures inside. | |
| VOICE-OVER | |
| Them. | |
| The van window opens, a hand waves. Laughter. Joel hurries | |
| inside the building. Footsteps loud. | |
| 27 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT ENTRANCEWAY - NIGHT 27 | |
| Joel pulls his mail from his box. A man enters the | |
| building. | |
| MAN | |
| Hey, Joel. What's up? | |
| JOEL | |
| Oh, hi, Frank. | |
| The man opens his mailbox, sifts through some envelopes. | |
| MAN | |
| I only get Valentine's Day cards | |
| from my mom. How sad is that? | |
| Joel chuckles. | |
| MAN | |
| You're lucky you have Clementine, | |
| Joel. | |
| Joel looks at the guy as he sifts through his mail. A | |
| yellow envelope stamped with the "Lacuna" logo catches | |
| Joel's eye. | |
| MAN | |
| 31. | |
| Any big Valentine's plans? | |
| JOEL | |
| No. | |
| Joel continues to stare at the yellow envelope. He sees a | |
| mole on the man's hand. | |
| MAN | |
| It's only a day away, better get -- | |
| The guy with the mail is just a shadow now. Joel studies | |
| his ghostly form. | |
| 28 INT. ROB AND CARRIE'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 28 | |
| MAN | |
| -- crackin'. | |
| Joel is pacing. He clutches a small gift box wrapped in red | |
| paper. Rob and Carrie, 40's, watch from the couch. | |
| JOEL | |
| ... so I get home from work tonight | |
| and I'm just tired of the bullshit. | |
| It's been going on long enough, so | |
| I call her, I figure, y'know, | |
| Valentine's day is three goddamn | |
| days away and I want this resolved. | |
| I'm willing to be the one to | |
| resolve it. So -- | |
| 29 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 29 | |
| Joel dials the phone. | |
| VOICE-OVER | |
| -- I called her. | |
| RECORDED VOICE ON TELEPHONE | |
| The number you have dialed has been | |
| disconnected. If you -- | |
| Joel, startled, hangs up. | |
| 30 INT. STORE - ANTIC ATTIC - NIGHT 30 | |
| Joel looks through a display case of funky necklaces. He | |
| talks as he examines the jewelry. | |
| 32. | |
| JOEL | |
| I thought, what the hell-- So I | |
| hurried over to Antic Attic, y'know | |
| -- | |
| 31 EXT. ANTIC ATTIC - NIGHT 31 | |
| Quick shot of the exterior of Antic Attic. | |
| 32 INT. STORE - ANTIC ATTIC - NIGHT 32 | |
| JOEL | |
| -- to look for something for her. | |
| - A saleswoman wraps the jewelry box in red paper. | |
| JOEL | |
| I just thought, y'know, I'd go see | |
| her at work, give her an early | |
| Valentine. Because I'm going crazy. | |
| - A hand writes on a heart-shaped card: "Clem -- I'm sorry. | |
| I love you. Joel." | |
| 33 INT. BARNES AND NOBLE BOOKSTORE - NIGHT 33 | |
| Joel walks through the store with the small wrapped box in | |
| his hand. He spots Clementine, now with magenta hair. He | |
| approaches her, nervously. | |
| JOEL | |
| (quiet and mumbly) | |
| What's wrong with your phone? | |
| Clementine turns, smiles at him. It's a professional smile. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I'm sorry, can I help you find | |
| something? | |
| Joel is taken aback. He just stares at her for a moment. | |
| She continues to smile at him. Patrick, a young man with a | |
| shadowy, vague face, approaches her from behind. | |
| He seems almost out of breath. Joel registers that, for a | |
| split second, Patrick glances at him before speaking to | |
| Clementine. | |
| PATRICK | |
| Hey, Clem-ato! | |
| 33. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Baby boy! | |
| They kiss. Joel watches, confused and horrified. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| What you doin' here, baaaaaaay- | |
| beeee? | |
| (to Joel) | |
| I'll be with you in a minute, sir. | |
| 34 INT. ROB AND CARRIE'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 34 | |
| Joel stops pacing, looks at Rob and Carrie. | |
| JOEL | |
| Why would she do that to me? | |
| CARRIE | |
| I don't know, honey. It's horrible. | |
| ROB | |
| Does anyone want a joint? | |
| CARRIE | |
| Fuck, Rob. Just give it a rest. | |
| JOEL | |
| She's punishing me for being | |
| honest. I should just go to her | |
| house. | |
| ROB | |
| I don't think you should go there, | |
| man. | |
| JOEL | |
| Right, I don't want to seem | |
| desperate. | |
| CARRIE | |
| Maybe you need to look at this as a | |
| sign to move on. Just make a clean | |
| break. | |
| ROB | |
| Joel, look, the thing is -- | |
| CARRIE | |
| Rob! | |
| ROB | |
| 34. | |
| What the fuck do you suggest, | |
| Carrie? What's your brilliant, | |
| reasoned solution? | |
| CARRIE | |
| Jesus, does everything have to turn | |
| into your shit about us? This is | |
| not about us. | |
| ROB | |
| I agree. It's about Joel, who's an | |
| adult. Not Mama Carrie's child. | |
| Joel watches in confusion. Carrie boils over with rage and | |
| frustration and storms from the room. Rob and Joel look at | |
| each other. | |
| 35 INT. ROB AND CARRIE'S KITCHEN - NIGHT 35 | |
| Joel watches as Rob digs through a drawer. He finally pulls | |
| out a yellow card and hands it to Joel. Joel reads it. | |
| Dear Rob and Carrie Eakin: | |
| Clementine Kruczynski has had Joel Barish erased from her | |
| memory. Please never mention their relationship to her | |
| again. | |
| Thank you. | |
| LACUNA, LTD. 424 GRAND STREET, NY, NY | |
| Joel stares at the card, incredulous. It's the same yellow | |
| as the Lacuna envelope his neighbor held. | |
| 36 EXT. LACUNA - DAY 36 | |
| Joel walks along the street. He sees a flash of himself | |
| ahead carrying two garbage bags. The second Joel is almost | |
| hit by a truck. The first Joel is confused for a moment | |
| then pushes open a door marked Lacuna Inc. | |
| 37 INT. LACUNA WAITING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER 37 | |
| Joel is at the reception desk. He watches Mary, 25, busily | |
| answering phones and printing out Lacuna envelopes. | |
| MARY | |
| (into phone) | |
| 35. | |
| Good morning, Lacuna. No, I'm | |
| sorry, that offer expired after the | |
| new year. Yes. Certainly, we can | |
| fit you in on the second. That's a | |
| Wednesday. Great. Could you spell | |
| that please. Great and we need a | |
| daytime phone. Terrific. See you | |
| then. | |
| (hangs up, speaks to Joel | |
| without looking up) | |
| May I help you? | |
| JOEL | |
| Joel Barish. I have an appointment | |
| with Dr. Mierzwiak. | |
| 38 INT. LACUNA OFFICE HALL - MOMENTS LATER 38 | |
| Joel walks behind Mary. | |
| MARY | |
| (not looking back) | |
| How are you today? | |
| JOEL | |
| Not too good. | |
| Stan, a young man in a lab coat, pops his head out from an | |
| office. | |
| STAN | |
| (to Mary) | |
| Boo. | |
| MARY | |
| Not now, Stan. I'm working. | |
| STAN | |
| Sorry. I just -- | |
| (to Joel) | |
| Sorry. I was just -- | |
| MARY | |
| Here we are, Mr. Barish. | |
| Mary shows Joel Mierzwiak's office. | |
| 39 INT. LACUNA, HOWARD'S OFFICE - DAY 39 | |
| 36. | |
| MOMENTS LATER: Mierzwiak fingers the yellow card. Joel | |
| looks from Mierzwiak to Mary. She stands behind the doctor | |
| and eyes Mierzwiak longingly. Mierzwiak is unaware. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| (to Joel) | |
| You should not have seen this. I | |
| apologize. | |
| JOEL | |
| This is a hoax, right? This is | |
| Clem's -- | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| I assure you, no. | |
| Mary shakes her head "no" in agreement with Mierzwiak. | |
| JOEL | |
| There is no such thing as this! | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| Look, our files are confidential, | |
| Mr. Barish, so I can't show you | |
| evidence. Suffice it to say Ms. | |
| Kruczynski was not-- | |
| 40 INT. ROB AND CARRIE'S KITCHEN - DAY - INT. LACUNA - DAY 40 | |
| Joel paces as Carrie busies herself making coffee. | |
| Hammering sounds. | |
| MIERZWIAK'S VOICE JOEL | |
| -- happy and she wanted to "-- | |
| happy and she wanted to move on. | |
| move on. We provide that | |
| possibility." What the hell is | |
| that? I was the nicest guy she ever | |
| went out with. I mean - - | |
| Joel looks over and sees Rob smoking a joint and hammering | |
| a birdhouse in the other room. | |
| CARRIE | |
| Rob! For God's sake! | |
| ROB | |
| I'm making my birdhouse! | |
| The hammering continues. Carrie strangles a frustrated | |
| scream, then: | |
| 37. | |
| CARRIE | |
| Joel, Clementine met some woman on | |
| line at the supermarket, the woman | |
| told her about this company, | |
| Lacuna. She decided to erase you, | |
| almost as a lark. | |
| JOEL | |
| A lark?! | |
| The scene splits in half. As Joel continues to talk to | |
| Carrie, he also watches himself being led through the halls | |
| of Lacuna by Mierzwiak. | |
| MIERZWIAK CARRIE | |
| Mr. Barish, we're certainly You | |
| know Clementine, Joel. not here to | |
| twist anyone's She's like that. | |
| What can I arm. This is a personal | |
| and say? Impulsive, profound | |
| decision to make, but might I | |
| suggest that you at least consider | |
| the potential pitfalls of a psyche | |
| forever spinning its wheels. | |
| 41 INT. JOEL'S CAR - NIGHT 41 | |
| Joel sits in his car crying. He is parked outside a drive- | |
| in movie theater. As he cries the windows fog up until the | |
| exterior is obliterated. | |
| 42 INT. LACUNA - MIERZWIAK'S OFFICE - NIGHT 42 | |
| Joel barges in followed by Mary. Mierzwiak looks alarmed. | |
| MARY | |
| I'm so sorry, Howard. He just -- | |
| JOEL | |
| Okay, I want it done! Now! | |
| MARY | |
| I told him pre-Valentine's Day is | |
| our busy time and -- | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| It's okay, Mary. | |
| MARY | |
| Really? There are people waiting | |
| and -- | |
| 38. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| Mr. Barish is in an unenviable | |
| position for which we bear some | |
| responsibility and we need to take | |
| that into consideration. | |
| MARY | |
| Of course. You're right, Howard. | |
| She exits. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| Now, then, Mr. Barish, first thing | |
| we need you to do is go home and -- | |
| 43 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - DAY 43 | |
| Joel drags around a big black plastic garbage bag and | |
| places various objects in it. | |
| MIERZWIAK'S VOICE | |
| -- collect every single thing you | |
| own that has some association with | |
| Clementine. Anything. Photos. | |
| Clothing. Gifts. Journal entries. | |
| Perfume. Books she bought for you. | |
| CD's you bought together. We want | |
| to empty your home... your life of | |
| Clementine. | |
| Joel pulls books off the shelves, toiletries out of the | |
| bathroom, clothing out of the closet, knickknacks, art | |
| work, photographs from albums (he finds a photo of | |
| Clementine as a little girl, wearing a pink cowboy hat and | |
| posing with a puppy), perfume, the Rain Dogs CD, some | |
| potatoes that are dressed up to look like different types | |
| of women, a skeleton costume, a shoebox of letters from | |
| Clementine, the wrapped giftbox from Antic Attic. | |
| He rips pages out of various journals: writing, portraits | |
| of Clementine he has drawn. As he does all this, his | |
| apartment begins to look more and more barren. | |
| MIERZWIAK'S VOICE | |
| We'll use these items to -- | |
| 44 EXT. NEW YORK STREET - DAY 44 | |
| 39. | |
| Joel walks carrying two big, full garbage bags. He is | |
| almost hit by a truck as he crosses the street. It is a | |
| replay of the near accident he witnessed earlier, but it is | |
| now in the first person. | |
| MIERZWIAK'S VOICE | |
| -- create a map of Clementine -- | |
| 45 INT. LACUNA WAITING ROOM - DAY 45 | |
| Joel sits with his garbage bags. A woman with red-rimmed | |
| eyes and a cardboard box full of dog toys, dog bowls, and | |
| other pet paraphernalia in her lap, sits across from him. | |
| MIERZWIAK'S VOICE | |
| -- in your brain. | |
| Mary is on the phone at the reception desk. She hangs up | |
| and acknowledges Joel. | |
| MARY | |
| How are you today, Mr. Barish? | |
| Before Joel can respond, Mary is back into her work. | |
| Mierzwiak pokes his head out from the inner office. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| Mr. Barish? | |
| 46 INT. LACUNA HALLWAY - DAY 46 | |
| Joel walks with his bags behind Mierzwiak. They pass Mary | |
| printing out some yellow Lacuna cards in the reception | |
| area. | |
| She smiles professionally as they pass. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| February is very busy because of | |
| Valentine's Day. | |
| As they pass a lab, Mierzwiak stops. Joel glances in and | |
| sees Stan working on a female client. She is being shown an | |
| old super eight home movie. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| This is Stan Fink, one of our most | |
| skilled and experienced | |
| technicians. He'll be handling your | |
| case tonight. | |
| 40. | |
| Stan approaches Joel and shakes his hand. | |
| STAN | |
| Great to meet you, Mr. Barish. | |
| Joel looks at the equipment in the lab. | |
| 47 INT. MIERZWIAK'S OFFICE - DAY 47 | |
| Joel enters with Mierzwiak. Mierzwiak directs Joel to a | |
| sitting area. There's a tape recorder on the coffee table | |
| between them. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| We'll start here. You and I will | |
| chat a little. I'll tape record our | |
| session, if you don't mind, and | |
| we'll get a sense of the memory you | |
| wish to erase. Okay? | |
| Joel nods. Mierzwiak smiles kindly and switches on the tape | |
| recorder. He moves a box of tissues closer to Joel. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| So please tell me your name and who | |
| you are here to erase. | |
| JOEL | |
| My name is Joel Barish and I'm here | |
| to erase Clementine Kruczynski. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| Very good. Tell me about | |
| Clementine. | |
| JOEL | |
| Um, like what? | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| Everything. We'll need everything. | |
| (off Joel's confused | |
| look) | |
| Just begin talking. I'll direct the | |
| conversation as need be. | |
| JOEL | |
| 41. | |
| Um, well, y'know, I was living with | |
| this woman Naomi, about two years | |
| ago, and my friends Rob and Carrie | |
| invited us to a party on the beach. | |
| Naomi couldn't go. She was working | |
| on a paper for school. So I went. I | |
| didn't really want to either. I | |
| don't like parties. But I went. And | |
| Clementine was there. In her orange | |
| sweatshirt. And her hair. She was | |
| really special. | |
| Later. | |
| JOEL | |
| I mean, the whole thing with the | |
| hair? It's all bullshit. And it's | |
| sort of pathetic when you're thirty | |
| and you're still doing that shit. | |
| There's a noise, something's dropped. Joel looks over. | |
| Patrick is in the corner of the room at a filing cabinet. | |
| He's dropped some folders and he's bending down to pick | |
| them up. | |
| PATRICK | |
| Sorry. | |
| Patrick exits. | |
| JOEL | |
| So, um, I really liked her for some | |
| reason, down there by the ocean. I | |
| fall in love easily-- | |
| The room is starting to fade. Joel looks quizzically at the | |
| eroding environment. | |
| 48 INT. LAB - DAY 48 | |
| Joel is now sitting in an examination chair. Stan draws a | |
| blue dot on either side of his forehead. | |
| As Mierzwiak talks, the room colors start to fade, | |
| Mierzwiak's tone of voice is also affected; it becomes dry | |
| and monotonous. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| 42. | |
| We'll start with your most recent | |
| memories and go backwards -- more | |
| or less. There is an emotional core | |
| to each of our memories -- As we | |
| eradicate this core, it starts its | |
| degradation process -- By the time | |
| you wake up in the morning, all | |
| memories we've targeted will have | |
| withered and disappeared. As in a | |
| dream upon waking. | |
| Joel watches Stan as he covers the blue dots with | |
| electrodes. | |
| JOEL | |
| Is there any risk of brain damage? | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| Well, technically, the procedure | |
| itself is brain damage, but on a | |
| par with a night of heavy drinking. | |
| Nothing you'll miss. | |
| 49 INT. LACUNA LAB - DAY 49 | |
| Joel's outside himself watching himself in the chair. The | |
| room is fading. | |
| STANDING JOEL | |
| (confused, disoriented) | |
| Why am I -- I don't understand what | |
| I'm looking at. | |
| STAN | |
| (turning to Standing | |
| Joel) | |
| Well, we're going to create a map | |
| of your brain and -- | |
| STANDING JOEL | |
| But how am I -- standing here and - | |
| - Oh my God, deja vu! Deja vu! | |
| (holding head) | |
| This is so -- | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| So, let's get started -- If we want | |
| to get the procedure underway | |
| tonight, we have some work to do. | |
| some work to do. | |
| JOEL | |
| 43. | |
| (to Mierzwiak) | |
| I'm in my head already aren't I? | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| (looking around at faded | |
| room) | |
| I suppose so, yes. This looks about | |
| right. This is what it would look | |
| like. | |
| (back into memory) | |
| Stan, if you will-- | |
| Stan pulls a snow globe from one of Joel's bags, shows it | |
| to Joel. | |
| STAN | |
| Study this object, if you will. | |
| Joel sees the equipment showing the map of his neural | |
| connections getting more complex. | |
| STAN | |
| Very good. | |
| Stan pulls out a potato dressed as a Vegas showgirl. Joel | |
| studies it. The machines register his response. | |
| MIERZWIAK JOEL | |
| We'll dispose of these mementos | |
| when we're done mementos when we're | |
| done here. That way you won't be | |
| here. That way you won't be | |
| confused later by their confused | |
| later by their unexplainable | |
| presence in unexplainable presence | |
| in your home. your home. | |
| Stan pulls out a coffee mug with a photo of Clementine | |
| printed on it. Joel looks at the cup. The machines record | |
| his reaction. | |
| STAN | |
| Good. We're getting healthy | |
| readouts. | |
| The room, Stan, and Mierzwiak are now vague and wispy. | |
| STAN'S VOICE | |
| Patrick, do me a favor -- | |
| JOEL | |
| (trying to remember) | |
| 44. | |
| Patrick, Patrick, Patrick, Patrick, | |
| Patrick-- | |
| PATRICK'S VOICE | |
| Yeah, Stan? | |
| Joel watches Stan. Stan is not speaking, yet his voice | |
| continues. | |
| STAN'S VOICE | |
| Check the voltage levels. I'm not | |
| wiping as clean as I would like | |
| here. | |
| Joel looks up. Stan's voice seems to be coming from above. | |
| Joel looks past Stan. | |
| Beyond him Joel sees a husky version of Mary leading him | |
| down the hall; himself sitting in the waiting room; walking | |
| down the block with his bags; collecting mementos in his | |
| apartment. He screams. | |
| 50 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 50 | |
| Joel lies on his back in fresh pajamas. His eyes are closed | |
| and electrodes connect his head to several machines. The | |
| machines are operated by Stan, now in grubby street clothes | |
| and in need of a shave, and by Patrick, dressed similarly. | |
| The monitor on one of the machines traces a myriad of light | |
| blips running like streams through an image of Joel's | |
| brain. | |
| Stan presses buttons and operates a joystick, aiming for | |
| the lines. Patrick (who we saw earlier with Clementine at | |
| the bookstore) studies a meter on one of the machines. | |
| PATRICK | |
| The voltage looks fine. | |
| STAN | |
| Then check the connections. | |
| Patrick fiddles with some jacks. | |
| PATRICK | |
| Does that help? | |
| STAN | |
| Yeah, that looks better. Thanks. | |
| 45. | |
| 51 INT. LACUNA LAB ROOM - DAY 51 | |
| The memory is becoming vague, characters' affects flat. | |
| Stan pulls out a pile of loose-leaf pages. Mierzwiak | |
| smiles. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| Ah, your journal. This will be | |
| invaluable. | |
| STAN | |
| (reading) | |
| I met someone tonight. Oh, Christ. | |
| I don't know what to do. Her name | |
| is Clementine and she's amazing. So | |
| alive and spontaneous and | |
| passionate and sensitive. Things | |
| with Naomi and I have been stagnant | |
| for so long. | |
| The scene is just a shell of itself as Stan rattles on. | |
| STAN'S VOICE | |
| I think we got this one. Let's push | |
| on. | |
| Standing Joel searches for the disembodied voices while | |
| sitting Joel listens to Stan's monotonous reading. | |
| PATRICK'S VOICE | |
| So, this place is kind of a dump, | |
| don't you think? | |
| 52 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 52 | |
| Patrick is checking out the apartment. Stan monitors the | |
| equipment. | |
| STAN | |
| (uninterested) | |
| It's an apartment. | |
| PATRICK | |
| Not a dump, then, but kind of | |
| plain. Uninspired. And there's a | |
| stale smell. Sort of stuffy. I | |
| don't know. Eggy? | |
| STAN | |
| Patrick, let's just get through | |
| this. We have a long night ahead of | |
| us. | |
| 46. | |
| PATRICK | |
| Yeah. | |
| Patrick returns to the bedside, focuses on the machines for | |
| a moment. He glances at the unconscious Joel. | |
| PATRICK | |
| So who do you think is better- | |
| looking, me or this guy? | |
| Stan glances sideways at Patrick. | |
| 53 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 53 | |
| Joel sits in his dark, vague room and listens. | |
| STAN'S VOICE | |
| Listen, Mary's coming over tonight. | |
| 54 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 54 | |
| Stan works the joystick. Patrick sits on the bed with Joel. | |
| PATRICK | |
| Yeah? | |
| STAN | |
| Just wanted to let you know. | |
| PATRICK | |
| I like Mary. I like when she comes | |
| to visit. I just don't think she | |
| likes me. | |
| STAN | |
| She likes you okay. | |
| PATRICK | |
| I wonder if I should invite my | |
| girlfriend over, too. I have a | |
| girlfriend now. | |
| STAN | |
| You can if you want. | |
| PATRICK | |
| Did I tell you I have a new | |
| girlfriend? | |
| STAN | |
| (re: memory on monitor) | |
| 47. | |
| This one's history. Moving on-- | |
| PATRICK | |
| The thing is -- my situation is a | |
| little weird. My girlfriend | |
| situation. | |
| STAN | |
| Patrick, we need to focus. | |
| 55 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 55 | |
| Joel distractedly reads a book, checks the clock, goes back | |
| to the book. The door opens. He looks up. Clementine is | |
| staggering in, drunk. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Yo ho ho! | |
| JOEL VOICE-OVER | |
| It's three. Shit. The last time I | |
| saw you. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Anyhoo, sweetie, I done a bad | |
| thing. I kinda sorta wrecked your | |
| car-- | |
| JOEL | |
| You're driving drunk. It's | |
| pathetic. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| -- a little. I was a little tipsy. | |
| Don't call me pathetic. | |
| JOEL | |
| Well it is pathetic. And fucking | |
| irresponsible. You could've killed | |
| somebody. | |
| The scene is starting to degrade. The acting becomes | |
| anemic. | |
| JOEL | |
| I don't know, maybe you did kill | |
| somebody. | |
| CLEMENTINE VOICE-OVER | |
| 48. | |
| Oh Christ I didn't kill Right! She | |
| called me an old anybody. It's just | |
| a fucking lady here, too! And I | |
| dent. You're like some old | |
| remember, I said-- lady or | |
| something. | |
| JOEL | |
| And what are you like? A wino? | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| A wino? Jesus. Are you from the | |
| fifties? A wino! | |
| (laughs) | |
| Face it, Joel. You're freaked out | |
| because I was out late without you, | |
| and in your little wormy brain, | |
| you're trying to figure out, did | |
| she fuck someone tonight? | |
| JOEL | |
| No, see, Clem, I assume you fucked | |
| someone tonight. Isn't that how you | |
| get people to like you? | |
| This shuts Clementine up. She is stung and she starts | |
| gathering up her belongings, which are strewn about the | |
| apartment. Joel is immediately sorry he's said this. He | |
| follows her around. | |
| JOEL | |
| I'm sorry. Okay? I didn't mean | |
| that. I just-- I was just-- | |
| annoyed, I guess. | |
| Clementine is out the door. Joel follows. | |
| 56 INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT 56 | |
| Joel looks for Clementine in the hallway, but she is gone. | |
| 57 EXT. JOEL'S STREET - NIGHT 57 | |
| Joel looks at his dented car slammed against a fire | |
| hydrant, spots Clementine clomping off in the distance. | |
| 58 INT/EXT. JOEL'S CAR - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS 58 | |
| Joel drives to catch up to Clementine. He rolls down his | |
| window to talk to her. | |
| 49. | |
| JOEL | |
| Let me drive you home. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (without turning) | |
| Fuck you, Joel. Faggot. | |
| JOEL | |
| (screaming) | |
| Look at it out here. It's falling | |
| apart. I'm erasing you. And I'm | |
| happy. | |
| She keeps clomping. | |
| JOEL | |
| You did it to me first. I can't | |
| believe you did this to me. | |
| He stops the car, gets out. | |
| 59 EXT. STREET - NIGHT 59 | |
| It's a street you might see in a dream, more an impression | |
| of a quiet street than an actual one, with what little | |
| detail there is obscured in darkness. In the distance | |
| Clementine walks off, but as in an animated loop, she | |
| doesn't get any farther away. | |
| JOEL | |
| (yelling after her) | |
| By morning you'll be gone! Ha! | |
| She keeps walking. Joel runs after her. | |
| JOEL | |
| You hear me? You'll be gone! A | |
| perfect ending to this piece of | |
| shit story! | |
| He stops. He's in exactly the same place he was when he | |
| started. | |
| PATRICK'S VOICE | |
| See, remember that girl? The one we | |
| did last week? The one with the | |
| potatoes? | |
| Joel looks up, startled to hear a strange voice talking | |
| about Clementine. | |
| STAN'S VOICE | |
| 50. | |
| Yeah, that's this guy's girlfriend. | |
| Was. | |
| 60 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 60 | |
| Stan watches the screen. Patrick paces, fidgets, looks at | |
| the unconscious Joel. | |
| PATRICK | |
| I gotta tell you something. I kind | |
| of fell in love with her that | |
| night. | |
| STAN | |
| She was unconscious, Patrick. | |
| PATRICK | |
| She was beautiful. So sweet and | |
| funky and voluptuous. Crazy hair. I | |
| kind of stole a pair of her | |
| panties, is what. | |
| STAN | |
| Jesus, Patrick! | |
| 61 EXT. STREET - NIGHT 61 | |
| On the vague street, getting more vague by the second, Joel | |
| listens to Patrick and Stan as he walks past the same | |
| landmarks again and again. Clementine continues to walk | |
| away in the distance. | |
| PATRICK'S VOICE | |
| I know. It's not like-- I mean, | |
| they were clean and all. | |
| STAN'S VOICE | |
| Look, just don't tell me this | |
| stuff. I don't want to know this | |
| shit. | |
| PATRICK'S VOICE | |
| Yeah, okay. | |
| STAN'S VOICE | |
| We have work to do. | |
| The scene fades completely away and Joel finds himself in - | |
| - | |
| 51. | |
| 62 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 62 | |
| Joel and Clementine sit and eat dinner in front of the TV. | |
| It's hard to make out what they're watching. They sit on | |
| opposite ends of the couch. They look bored. The scene | |
| quickly degenerates. The room fades. | |
| PATRICK'S VOICE | |
| Okay, but there's more. | |
| Joel listens. Clementine doesn't seem to hear it. | |
| PATRICK'S VOICE | |
| After we did her, I went to where | |
| she works and I asked her out. | |
| JOEL | |
| Jesus! | |
| Joel looks over at the faded Clementine across the couch. | |
| She stares straight ahead at the TV. | |
| STAN'S VOICE | |
| Patrick-- do you know how | |
| unethical-- | |
| JOEL | |
| There's some guy here who stole | |
| your underwear. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Where? | |
| Joel points up. Clementine, bored, looks up at the ceiling. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I don't see anyone. | |
| Joel finds himself in -- | |
| 63 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 63 | |
| Joel watches TV. He hears Clementine coming and stretches | |
| himself out on the floor pretending to be dead. Clementine | |
| walks by in her underwear, looks at the TV. She does not | |
| acknowledge Joel on the floor as she slips into a skirt. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| How can you watch this crap? I'm | |
| fucking crawling out of my skin. | |
| 52. | |
| Joel opens his eyes and sits up, embarrassed. The scene | |
| starts to fade. Clementine puts on her shoes and heads out | |
| the door. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I should have left you at that flea | |
| market. | |
| 64 EXT. FLEA MARKET - DAY 64 | |
| Joel and Clementine walk around unhappily. They barely look | |
| at the wares. Clementine watches parents with babies. | |
| JOEL | |
| (to Clementine) | |
| Want to go? | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (wistful) | |
| I want to have a baby. | |
| JOEL | |
| Let's talk about it later. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| No. I want to have a baby. I have | |
| to have a baby. | |
| JOEL | |
| I don't think we're ready. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| You're not ready. | |
| JOEL | |
| Clementine, do you really think you | |
| could take care of a kid? | |
| She turns violently toward him, glaring. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| What?! | |
| JOEL | |
| (mumbly) | |
| I don't want to talk about this | |
| here. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| 53. | |
| I can't hear you! I can never the | |
| fuck understand what you're saying. | |
| Open your goddamn mouth when you | |
| speak! Fucking ventriloquist. | |
| JOEL | |
| (over-enunciating) | |
| I don't want to talk about this | |
| here! | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| We're fucking gonna talk about it! | |
| Joel looks around. People are watching. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| You can't fucking say something | |
| like that and say you don't want to | |
| talk about it! | |
| JOEL | |
| Clem, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have - | |
| - | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (screaming now and | |
| weeping) | |
| I'd make a fucking good mother! I | |
| love children! I'm creative and | |
| smart and I'd make a fucking great | |
| mother! It's you! It's you who | |
| can't commit to anything! You have | |
| no idea how lucky you are I'm | |
| interested in you! | |
| The scene starts to fade. Clementine's rant continues but | |
| becomes attenuated and vague. | |
| JOEL | |
| Oh, thank God. It's going. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I don't even know why I am! I | |
| should just end it right here, | |
| Joel. Leave you at the flea market | |
| with the stupid costume jewelry. | |
| Maybe you could find a nice antique | |
| rocking chair to die in! | |
| She's crying still, but it's almost animatronic, no real | |
| emotion in it. The scene is a husk. | |
| JOEL | |
| 54. | |
| It's going, Clementine. All the | |
| crap and hurt and disappointment. | |
| It's all being wiped away. | |
| She looks up at him. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I'm glad. | |
| Their eyes lock. She is fading before his eyes. | |
| JOEL | |
| Me, too. | |
| 65 INT. BAR - NIGHT 65 | |
| Joel makes his way with two drinks from the crowded bar to | |
| a table where Clementine sits with another guy. She looks | |
| up from her conversation. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Joel, this is Mark. He likes my | |
| boobs. He came over special to tell | |
| me that. Isn't that nice. He | |
| doesn't think I'm fat. | |
| The scene starts to fade. Mark rises. | |
| MARK | |
| I didn't know she was with someone, | |
| buddy. | |
| JOEL | |
| I don't think she's aware of it | |
| either, buddy. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| S'okay, Marky-Mark. Joel doesn't | |
| like my boobs. | |
| (stage whisper) | |
| I don't think he likes girls. | |
| The bar gets quiet and vague. | |
| JOEL | |
| You're drunk. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| You're a whiz kid. So perceptive, | |
| so -- | |
| 55. | |
| Clementine keeps talking but there are no more intelligible | |
| words, just a whisper -- like a breeze. | |
| A doorbell buzzes. Joel looks around. The bartender, across | |
| the silent, vaguely populated, bar speaks in a whisper. | |
| BARTENDER | |
| That's your doorbell, isn't it, | |
| Joel? | |
| 66 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 66 | |
| Patrick opens the door. Mary stands there in a winter coat, | |
| carrying a backpack. | |
| MARY | |
| (coolly) | |
| Oh, hey, Patrick. | |
| PATRICK | |
| Hi, Mary. How's it going? | |
| She walks in past him. | |
| STAN | |
| Hey, you. | |
| Stan and Mary kiss. She looks down at Joel as she takes off | |
| her coat. | |
| MARY | |
| It's freezing out. | |
| STAN | |
| You found us okay? | |
| MARY | |
| Yeah. | |
| (re: Joel) | |
| Poor guy. | |
| Mary sees a cooler of beer in one of the Lacuna cases. | |
| MARY | |
| Is there anything real to drink? | |
| STAN | |
| We haven't checked. | |
| MARY | |
| 56. | |
| Well, allow me to do the honors. | |
| It's fucking freezing and I need | |
| something. | |
| She heads into the kitchen. Stan turns back to monitor the | |
| slivers of light. | |
| PATRICK | |
| Mary hates me. I've never been | |
| popular with the ladies. | |
| STAN | |
| Maybe if you stopped stealing their | |
| panties. | |
| PATRICK | |
| (guilty beat) | |
| Okay, there's more, Stan -- | |
| Stan looks over at Patrick. Mary returns with a bottle of | |
| scotch and two glasses. | |
| MARY | |
| Hey, hey. | |
| She pours the whiskey. | |
| MARY | |
| Oh, Patrick, you didn't want any, | |
| did you? | |
| PATRICK | |
| Nah, I don't know. That's okay. | |
| Mary hands a glass to Stan. She holds hers up in a toast. | |
| MARY | |
| Blessed are the forgetful, for they | |
| get the better even of their | |
| blunders. | |
| Mary and Stan click glasses. | |
| MARY | |
| Nietzsche. Beyond Good and Evil. | |
| Found it in my Bartletts. | |
| STAN | |
| That's a good one. | |
| MARY | |
| Yeah, I can't wait to tell Howard! | |
| 57. | |
| STAN | |
| (a little sulky) | |
| It's a good one all right. | |
| PATRICK | |
| What's your Bartlett's? | |
| STAN | |
| It's a quote book. | |
| MARY | |
| I love quotes. So did Winston | |
| Churchill. He actually has a | |
| quotation in Bartlett's about | |
| Bartlett's. Isn't that trippy? | |
| PATRICK | |
| (trying to engage) | |
| Yeah. Cool. | |
| MARY | |
| "The quotations when engraved upon | |
| the memory give you good thoughts." | |
| PATRICK | |
| Trippy. It's like it turns in on | |
| itself. | |
| MARY | |
| I like to read what smart people | |
| say. So many beautiful things. The | |
| human race is having this constant | |
| conversation with itself. Y'know? | |
| STAN | |
| Yup. | |
| MARY | |
| Don't you think Howard's like that? | |
| Just so smart? | |
| STAN | |
| (beat) | |
| Yup. | |
| PATRICK | |
| Definitely! | |
| MARY | |
| I think he'll be in Bartlett's one | |
| day. | |
| 58. | |
| Stan focuses on his monitor. Mary pours herself another | |
| drink. | |
| PATRICK | |
| Definitely. Howard is pure | |
| Bartlett's. | |
| 67 INT. JOEL'S BEDROOM - NIGHT 67 | |
| It's dark. Joel and Clementine are in bed. The memory is | |
| already in the midst of being erased. Clementine is talking | |
| in a monotonous, robotic manner. She sips tea from a coffee | |
| mug with her photo on it. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| You don't tell me things, Joel. I'm | |
| an open book. I tell you | |
| everything. Every damn embarrassing | |
| thing. You don't trust me. | |
| JOEL | |
| You don't have to be afraid of | |
| silence, Clementine. Constantly | |
| talking isn't necessarily | |
| communicating. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (takes this in) | |
| I don't do that. I want to know | |
| you. I don't constantly talk. | |
| Jesus. People have to share things. | |
| That's what intimacy is. I'm really | |
| pissed that you said that to me. | |
| JOEL | |
| (backing off) | |
| I'm sorry. I just don't have | |
| anything very interesting about my | |
| life. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Joel, you're a liar. You're like | |
| one of those locked room mysteries. | |
| I want to read some of those | |
| journals you're constantly | |
| scribbling in. | |
| (complete monotone) | |
| What do you write in there if you | |
| don't have any thoughts or fears or | |
| passions or love? | |
| The scene is faded now. The coffee mug is blank. | |
| 59. | |
| 68 INT. CHINESE RESTAURANT - NIGHT 68 | |
| Joel and Clementine eat dinner in silence. Joel looks | |
| around at other couples in the restaurant. Some seem happy | |
| and engaged. Others seem bored with each other. He turns | |
| back to his food. | |
| JOEL VOICE-OVER | |
| How's the chicken? Is that like us? | |
| Are we just bored with each other? | |
| I can't stand the idea of being a | |
| couple that people think that | |
| about. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Good. | |
| He watches her as she downs her wine and pours herself | |
| another glass. She holds the wine bottle up to Joel. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| More? | |
| JOEL VOICE-OVER | |
| No. Thanks. She's going to be drunk | |
| and stupid now. | |
| There's a silence. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Hey, would you do me a favor and | |
| clean the goddamn hair off the soap | |
| when you're done in the shower? | |
| JOEL | |
| Oh. Yeah. Okay. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| It's really gross. It's just, | |
| y'know, it's repulsive. Anyway-- | |
| They continue to eat in silence as the scene dissolves. | |
| PATRICK'S VOICE | |
| Hi, Clementine! | |
| Joel looks around, surprised. | |
| JOEL | |
| Someone you know? | |
| Clementine doesn't respond, she continues to eat | |
| robotically. | |
| 60. | |
| PATRICK'S VOICE | |
| Why, Clem-ato, what's wrong? | |
| Joel looks over and sees: | |
| 69 INT. BARNES AND NOBLE BOOKSTORE - NIGHT 69 | |
| A decayed version of Barnes and Noble. Joel, at the Chinese | |
| restaurant with Clementine, now inside Barnes and Noble, | |
| watches himself talking to a Clementine with magenta hair. | |
| The scene plays out as if dead. Patrick approaches her from | |
| behind. Seated Joel tries to see Patrick's face but it is | |
| in shadows. | |
| PATRICK | |
| Hey, Clem-ato! | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Patrick! Baby boy! | |
| They kiss. Joel from the restaurant walks over to try to | |
| get a closer look at Patrick. No matter how close he gets, | |
| Patrick's face doesn't get any more detail in it. | |
| 70 INT. CHINESE RESTAURANT - NIGHT 70 | |
| Back in the Chinese restaurant, Joel listens to Patrick's | |
| voice. | |
| PATRICK'S VOICE | |
| -- Oh, I'm sorry. -- Well, I'm not | |
| sure I should come over right now, | |
| I kind of have to study for my test | |
| -- | |
| 71 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 71 | |
| Patrick is on the phone next to Joel's bed. Stan watches | |
| the lights on the computer screen. | |
| PATRICK | |
| Hold on. Let me ask my study | |
| partner. | |
| (covering mouthpiece) | |
| Stan, can I leave for a little | |
| while? My girlfriend is very -- | |
| STAN | |
| Patrick, we're in the middle of -- | |
| 61. | |
| PATRICK | |
| She's right in the neighborhood. | |
| She's upset. | |
| (trying for camaraderie) | |
| Women. | |
| Mary is in the kitchen. She pokes her head out. She's got | |
| some pie on a plate. | |
| MARY | |
| Let him go, Stan. I can help. | |
| STAN | |
| (sighing, to Patrick) | |
| Go. | |
| PATRICK | |
| (quietly) | |
| Mary hates me. She wants me to go. | |
| (into phone) | |
| I'll be right over, Tangerine. | |
| Joel, unconscious on the bed, jerks. | |
| 72 INT. VOID - DAY 72 | |
| Slowly, a fluorescent orange sweatshirt comes into being. | |
| It gets filled by Clementine, who now has orange hair and | |
| is modeling the sweatshirt for Joel in his living room, | |
| which comes into focus around them. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| You like? I matched my sweatshirt | |
| exactly. | |
| She twirls. | |
| JOEL | |
| I like it. You look like a | |
| tangerine. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Clementine the tangerine, I like | |
| that. | |
| JOEL | |
| How did he know to call you that? | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| How did who know? | |
| Joel looks at Clementine, something's beginning to click. | |
| 62. | |
| JOEL | |
| Oh, God-- | |
| Clementine is now on her side on the floor and Joel is next | |
| to her. The room becomes -- | |
| 73 INT. CLEMENTINE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 73 | |
| Candles are lit. Joel and Clementine are under a blanket on | |
| the living room rug listening to music. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Joely-- | |
| JOEL | |
| Yeah, Tangerine? | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Do you know The Velveteen Rabbit? | |
| JOEL | |
| No. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| It's my favorite book. Since I was | |
| a kid. It's about these toys. | |
| There's this part where the Skin | |
| Horse tells the Rabbit what it | |
| means to be real. | |
| (crying, then laughing at | |
| herself) | |
| I can't believe I'm crying already. | |
| (reading from a worn copy | |
| of the book) | |
| He says, "It takes a long time. | |
| That's why it doesn't often happen | |
| to people who break easily or have | |
| sharp edges, or who have to be | |
| carefully kept. Generally by the | |
| time you are Real, most of your | |
| hair has been loved off, and your | |
| eyes drop out and you get loose in | |
| the joints and very shabby. But | |
| these things don't matter at all, | |
| because once you are Real you can't | |
| be ugly, except to people who don't | |
| understand." | |
| She's weeping. Joel is stroking her hair. They kiss and | |
| begin to make love under the blanket. It's sweet and gentle | |
| and then it starts to fade. | |
| 63. | |
| JOEL | |
| (screaming) | |
| Mierzwiak! Mierzwiak! | |
| He looks down and Clementine's tear-streaked face is | |
| fading. | |
| She continues as if she's still being made love to, even | |
| though Joel is completely beside himself. He jumps up naked | |
| and yells at the ceiling. | |
| JOEL | |
| Please! Please! I've changed my | |
| mind! | |
| (looks down at fading | |
| Clementine, then at | |
| ceiling) | |
| I don't want this. Wake me up! Stop | |
| the procedure! Plea -- | |
| 74 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 74 | |
| Joel is unconscious on the bed, completely still. Mary and | |
| Stan watch the monitor and smoke a joint. After a silence: | |
| MARY | |
| It's amazing, isn't it? Such a gift | |
| Howard is giving the world. | |
| STAN | |
| (a sigh) | |
| Yeah. | |
| MARY | |
| To let people begin again. It's | |
| beautiful. You look at a baby and | |
| it's so fresh, so clean, so free. | |
| Adults... they're like this mess of | |
| anger and phobias and sadness... | |
| hopelessness. And Howard just makes | |
| it go away. | |
| STAN | |
| You, um, love him, don't you? | |
| Mary seems surprised, taken aback, caught. She is silent | |
| for a long moment. | |
| MARY | |
| No. | |
| (beat) | |
| 64. | |
| Besides, Howard's married, Stan. | |
| He's a very serious and ethical | |
| man. I'm not going to tempt him to | |
| betray all he believes in. | |
| STAN | |
| That's cool. | |
| Stan takes another drag on the joint, passes it to Mary. | |
| 75 EXT. CLEMENTINE'S STREET - NIGHT 75 | |
| Patrick, bundled up and carrying a full backpack, trudges | |
| down the block. | |
| 76 INT. CLEMENTINE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 76 | |
| CONTINUOUS: Clementine watches out the window as Patrick | |
| nears. She's crying. He makes his way up her front stairs. | |
| She swings open the door and hugs him. | |
| PATRICK | |
| Oh, baby, what's going on? | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I don't know. I'm lost. I'm scared. | |
| I feel like I'm disappearing. I'm | |
| getting old and nothing makes any | |
| sense to me. | |
| PATRICK | |
| Oh, Tangerine. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Nothing makes any sense. Nothing | |
| makes any sense. | |
| She pushes herself out of the embrace and looks at Patrick. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Come up to Boston with me? | |
| PATRICK | |
| Sure. We'll go next weekend and -- | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Now. Now! I have to go now. I have | |
| to see the frozen Charles! Now! | |
| Tonight! | |
| 65. | |
| PATRICK | |
| (beat) | |
| I'll call my study partner. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Yay! It'll be great! I'll get my | |
| shit. | |
| She runs into the bedroom. Patrick is at the phone and | |
| realizes he doesn't know Joel's number. After a moment's | |
| thought, he *69's. The phone rings. | |
| JOEL'S VOICE | |
| Hi, it's Joel. Please leave a | |
| message after the beep. | |
| Beep. | |
| PATRICK | |
| (whisper) | |
| Stan, it's Patrick. Pick up. | |
| STAN'S VOICE | |
| Hey, where are you? | |
| PATRICK | |
| I got into a situation with the old | |
| lady. Can you handle things tonight | |
| alone? I'm really sorry, man. | |
| 77 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS 77 | |
| Stan is on the phone. He's really stoned and watches Mary, | |
| stoned herself, dancing in a sexy trance to something soft | |
| and low on the stereo. | |
| STAN | |
| I can handle it. He's pretty much | |
| on auto-pilot anyway. | |
| 78 INT. CLEMENTINE'S APARTMENT - DAY 78 | |
| PATRICK | |
| Thanks, Stan. I owe you big time. | |
| Patrick hangs up, rifles quickly through his backpack. He | |
| pulls out the red gift-wrapped box Joel was going to give | |
| Clementine for Valentine's Day, puts it in his pocket, then | |
| pulls out a bunch of letters, flips through them, keeping | |
| an eye on the bedroom door. He finds what he's looking for. | |
| The handwriting is a woman's. He reads: | |
| 66. | |
| CLEMENTINE'S VOICE | |
| Dear, dear Joel: Thank you so much | |
| for joining me on the Charles River | |
| last night. I know how nervous you | |
| were about stepping onto the ice, | |
| but that you overcame your fear | |
| just to please me is so fucking | |
| sweet I could eat you. I will! -- | |
| When we watched the stars on our | |
| backs and you took my hand and | |
| said, "I could-- | |
| 79 EXT. CHARLES RIVER - NIGHT 79 | |
| Joel and Clementine lie together holding hands on the | |
| frozen river. They look up at the stars. | |
| JOEL | |
| -- die right now, Clem. I'm just-- | |
| happy. I've never felt that before. | |
| I'm just exactly where I want to | |
| be. | |
| Clementine looks over at him. Her eyes are filled with love | |
| and tears. Then they get vague, clouded-over. The scene is | |
| being erased. Joel is panicked. | |
| JOEL | |
| Clem, no! Please! Oh, fuck! Please! | |
| (screaming at the fading | |
| crumbling night sky) | |
| Can you hear me? I want to call it | |
| off! I'll give you a sign! I'll | |
| give you a sign! | |
| Joel scrunches his face, focuses intently, shakes with | |
| concentration. | |
| 80 INT. JOEL'S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS 80 | |
| Joel's eyes roll almost imperceptibly. Stan and Mary are | |
| dancing together now, not watching him. | |
| 81 EXT. CHARLES RIVER - CONTINUOUS 81 | |
| Crazily, Joel grabs the fading Clementine's hand and runs | |
| toward shore. The slow dance music from Stan and Mary's | |
| scene drifts through the night. Joel and Clementine run | |
| through a series of decayed scenes: | |
| 67. | |
| We see snippets, details: Joel and Clementine in front of a | |
| diorama in the Natural History Museum, Joel and Clementine | |
| arguing in a car, having sex on the hall stairs of | |
| Clementine's apartment building, laughing and holding hands | |
| at a movie, eating grilled cheese and tomato soup together | |
| in bed, Joel watching her sleep, listening to Rain Dogs | |
| together, drinking at a bar, Joel and Clementine playing a | |
| board game with Rob and Carrie. | |
| Joel arrives at a decayed version of his first meeting with | |
| Mierzwiak. Still desperately clutching Clementine's hand, | |
| he yells to Mierzwiak. | |
| JOEL | |
| Please! | |
| Joel turns to look at Clementine. It's no longer her. He is | |
| holding the hand of some woman he's never seen before. He | |
| drops her hand with a panicked yelp. And runs into the | |
| decayed Lacuna office. | |
| 82 INT. LACUNA MIERZWIAK'S OFFICE - NIGHT 82 | |
| Faded Joel sits across from Mierzwiak. A tape recorder | |
| between them. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| Why don't you start now by telling | |
| me everything you can remember | |
| about -- | |
| JOEL | |
| You have to stop this! | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| What? What do you mean? | |
| JOEL | |
| I don't know! You're erasing her | |
| from me! You erased me from her! I | |
| don't know! You got a thing-- I'm | |
| in my bed! I know it. I'm in my | |
| brain! You're erasing Clementine! | |
| Right? I love her! But I won't when | |
| I wake up -- right? I won't know | |
| her, so-- please, just leave me | |
| alone! Please. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| 68. | |
| Yes, but-- I'm just something | |
| you're imagining, Joel. What can I | |
| do from here? I'm in your head, | |
| too. I'm you. | |
| Mierzwiak goes back to talking to the faded Joel in the | |
| scene. | |
| JOEL | |
| Look! That guy! | |
| Joel sees a shadowy Patrick down the hall watching them. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| He works here. | |
| (oddly drawn out) | |
| That's Paaaaa-trick. Baaaby-boy. | |
| JOEL | |
| He's stealing my identity. He stole | |
| my stuff. He's seducing my girl | |
| with my words and my things. He | |
| stole her panties! Jesus! Her | |
| panties! | |
| Joel runs from the office. | |
| 83 INT. HALL - NIGHT 83 | |
| Joel runs toward the shadowy Patrick, who just stands | |
| there. | |
| But Joel doesn't get any closer. | |
| 84 INT. CLEMENTINE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 84 | |
| Patrick reads the letter. | |
| CLEMENTINE'S VOICE | |
| -- and when we made love right on | |
| the ice it was absolutely freezing | |
| on my ass! I just have to tell you | |
| that. It was wonderful. | |
| Clementine enters, dressed for the cold. Patrick puts the | |
| letter away. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I'm so excited. Yay! | |
| PATRICK | |
| 69. | |
| I'm excited, too. Oh, and I wanted | |
| to give you this. It's a little-- | |
| thing. Happy Early Valentine's Day. | |
| Patrick pulls the box from his pocket, hands it to her. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Wow. What is it? | |
| PATRICK | |
| I don't know! Open it up! | |
| Clementine pulls the wrapping, opens the box, pulls out the | |
| necklace Joel bought for her earlier. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (slipping it on) | |
| Oh! It's gorgeous. | |
| (kisses him) | |
| Just my taste. I've never gone out | |
| with a guy who bought me a piece of | |
| jewelry I liked. | |
| (kisses him) | |
| Thank you so much! | |
| 85 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 85 | |
| Stan and Mary have sex on the floor next to Joel's bed. | |
| 86 EXT. FOREST - DAY 86 | |
| A wide shot of the trees in springtime. Joel and Clementine | |
| are hiking, Clementine in front. The sounds of Stan and | |
| Mary's sex play inconspicuously in the distance. As we move | |
| into close-up the forest seems wintry and dead. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Such a beautiful view. | |
| JOEL | |
| (looking at her) | |
| Yes. | |
| (snapping out of memory) | |
| Shit! They're erasing you, Clem! | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Oh, look at the flowers! What are | |
| those, tulips? I don't know fuck | |
| about flowers. | |
| JOEL | |
| 70. | |
| Focus! I hired them. I'm sorry. I'm | |
| so stupid! I'm -- | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Calm down, sweetie. Enjoy the | |
| scenery. | |
| JOEL | |
| I need it to stop, before I wake up | |
| and don't know you anymore. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Okay, well, y'know, just tell them | |
| to cancel it then. | |
| JOEL | |
| What the hell are you talking | |
| about? I can't cancel it. I'm | |
| asleep. | |
| She sits on a rock and looks out at the vista. Joel sits | |
| next to her. He holds her hand. She has a thought. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (cheerfully shaking him) | |
| Just wake yourself up! | |
| JOEL | |
| Stop it. I took some pill. I can't | |
| just -- | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Joel, you're always so negative. | |
| Just try. You never try anything. | |
| Remember all the times I tried to | |
| get you to taste sour cream and you | |
| wouldn't? Remember? Then you tasted | |
| it and you loved it. | |
| (shakes him again) | |
| I rest my case. | |
| JOEL | |
| Okay, fine. You want me to try? | |
| Will that make you happy? Look, | |
| trying-- | |
| Joel concentrates, pulls open his eyes with his fingers. | |
| Suddenly the sky changes to -- | |
| 87 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 87 | |
| 71. | |
| For a brief moment we are looking through Joel's eyes at | |
| the apartment ceiling. The night table lamp and some Lacuna | |
| electronic equipment are in our field of vision. There are | |
| vague sounds of sex. | |
| 88 EXT. FOREST - DAY 88 | |
| The sky is once again the sky. Joel is flipped out. | |
| JOEL | |
| It worked. For a second. But I | |
| couldn't keep my eyes open. I | |
| couldn't move. It wasn't going to | |
| work. I don't even think anyone's | |
| there. It must be done robotically | |
| or something. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Well, isn't that just another one | |
| of Joel's self-fulfilling | |
| prophecies. It's more important to | |
| prove me wrong than to actually -- | |
| JOEL | |
| Look, I don't want to have this | |
| discussion right now. Y'know? It | |
| didn't work. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Well, it did work. | |
| JOEL | |
| Fine, but I couldn't do anything | |
| once I was there. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Fine. Then what? I'm listening. | |
| JOEL | |
| I don't know! | |
| (blurting angrily) | |
| You did it, too! You erased me | |
| first. It's the only reason I'm | |
| doing it. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I'm sorry. You know me. I'm | |
| impulsive. | |
| He stares at her a long time, softens. | |
| JOEL | |
| 72. | |
| It's what I love about you. | |
| The memory and Clementine are fading around him. Even | |
| though the sky is clear, Joel hears the sound of rain. He | |
| looks over and sees a window hanging in midair. | |
| JOEL'S VOICE | |
| That day-- | |
| It's raining outside the window. | |
| 89 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - DAY 89 | |
| It's raining out. Joel and Clementine are lying huddled on | |
| the couch. They are reading a book together. It's The Red | |
| Right Hand by Joel Townsley Rogers. Joel finishes the page | |
| first. Clementine, in panties and bra, reads slowly, uses | |
| her finger. | |
| JOEL | |
| Done? | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Nope. | |
| JOEL | |
| Poke. Pokey. Pokemon. Pocahontas. | |
| Joel looks out the window at the rain. He feels her skin | |
| against him. He looks at her bare legs, her crotch, her | |
| feet in bulky socks. | |
| VOICE-OVER JOEL | |
| She's so sexy. I loved you on this | |
| day. I love this memory. The rain. | |
| Us just hanging. | |
| Clementine looks over at him, smiles. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Done. This book is weird. But cool. | |
| Joel turns the page. They read. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (furrowing brow) | |
| So I have an idea. | |
| JOEL | |
| Does it involve fucking? | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| 73. | |
| Seriously. I have another idea for | |
| this thing, this problem. Like, | |
| okay, suppose you want to keep me | |
| from being erased, right? So, like, | |
| if you have memories of me, that's | |
| where these eraser-guys go, right? | |
| JOEL | |
| I assume. I don't know. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (formulating) | |
| I mean, here. This is a memory of | |
| me. The way you wanted to fuck on | |
| the couch after you looked down at | |
| my crotch. | |
| JOEL | |
| (embarrassed) | |
| Yeah. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Well then they're coming here. So | |
| what if you take me somewhere else, | |
| somewhere where I don't belong? | |
| (proud) | |
| And we hide there till morning. | |
| JOEL | |
| No. That's stu -- | |
| (considering) | |
| Well, maybe it's not bad. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| It's fucking great. I'm a genius! | |
| The scene and Clementine are beginning to dissolve. Joel | |
| looks around, horrified. He focuses on the rainy window. It | |
| starts to rain in the room. Then: | |
| Fragments of memory: rainy sidewalk with earthworms on it, | |
| a little hand picks up a worm; a puddle with raindrops | |
| falling in it; a broken rain gutter spouting water, kids | |
| feet in yellow rubber rain boots; a young Joel giggling and | |
| running under an overhang for protection from a sudden | |
| rainstorm. | |
| 90 INT. DATED KITCHEN - DAY 90 | |
| Four year old Joel runs and hides under the kitchen table. | |
| 74. | |
| Joel watches his mother at the stove stirring a saucepan | |
| and talking to a neighbor woman also in period clothes. The | |
| neighbor has Clementine's face, but is completely engaged | |
| in | |
| conversation with the mother. We can't make out what | |
| they're saying. Joel draws a picture in crayon on the | |
| bottom of the table top. Joel's mother excuses herself and | |
| leaves the room. | |
| Clementine looks around, spots Joel under the table. She | |
| approaches, bends down to his level. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Jesus, it worked. | |
| (checking herself out) | |
| I love this dress, man. Wish I | |
| could take it with me. Who am I? | |
| JOEL | |
| Mrs. Hamlyn. I must be about four. | |
| (oddly) | |
| I want my mommy. She's busy. She's | |
| not looking at me. No one ever | |
| looks at me! | |
| (beat) | |
| I want my mommy! | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (giggling) | |
| This is sort of warped. | |
| Joel starts to cry. Clementine tries to comfort him. She | |
| hugs him. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| It's okay, Baby Joel. | |
| JOEL | |
| (crying still) | |
| I want mommy. | |
| (adult, to Clementine) | |
| I don't want to lose you, Clem. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I'm right here. | |
| JOEL | |
| I'm scared. I want my mommy. I | |
| don't want to lose you. I don't | |
| want to lose-- | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| 75. | |
| Joel, Joely, look-- it's not | |
| fading. The memory. I think we're | |
| hidden. Look, honey, my crotch is | |
| still here just as you remember it. | |
| She lifts her skirt to reveal the underwear from the | |
| previous scene. Joel looks, sucks in some snot. His mother | |
| hurries back in. The room is not decaying. Joel smiles. | |
| 91 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 91 | |
| Stan and Mary lie on the floor, their stoned minds | |
| wandering after sex. Stan suddenly perks up. He looks at | |
| the monitor. | |
| STAN | |
| It's stopped. | |
| MARY | |
| What? | |
| STAN | |
| Listen, it's not erasing. | |
| He makes his way, naked, to the computer screen. | |
| STAN | |
| It's not erasing. He's off the | |
| screen. | |
| MARY | |
| Where? | |
| STAN | |
| I don't know! | |
| Stan tries to break through his marijuana haze. He fiddles | |
| nervously with the equipment. | |
| STAN | |
| I don't know what to do! I don't | |
| know what to do! Crap. Crap-- | |
| MARY | |
| Well, what should we do? | |
| (STAN | |
| I don't know! I just said that! | |
| MARY | |
| Sor-ry. | |
| (beat, stoned) | |
| 76. | |
| So, what should we do? Oh, sorry. | |
| But we have to do something. He | |
| can't wake up half-done. All gooey | |
| and unbaked inside. Hey, that | |
| sounds good. I'm hungry. | |
| Mary giggles. | |
| STAN | |
| Shit! | |
| He jerks the joystick spastically. Mary, also naked, gets | |
| up and looks over his shoulder at the screen. | |
| MARY | |
| (definitively) | |
| We need to call Howard. | |
| Stan turns and looks at her. He's stoned and trying to | |
| understand her motivation. | |
| STAN | |
| No, sir. I can handle this. | |
| MARY | |
| This guy's a half-baked cookie. | |
| There's no time to fuck around, | |
| Stan! | |
| Stan tries to think. He paces. Mary watches him. Finally: | |
| STAN | |
| (without making eye | |
| contact) | |
| Okay. | |
| (dials the phone, waits) | |
| Hello, Howard? | |
| 92 INT. MIERZWIAK'S BEDROOM - NIGHT 92 | |
| CONTINUOUS: The room is dark. A groggy Mierzwiak is in bed | |
| on the phone. His wife lies beside him, eyes open, | |
| listening. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| Stan? What's going on? | |
| STAN'S VOICE | |
| The guy we're doing? He's | |
| disappeared from the map. I can't | |
| find him anywhere. | |
| 77. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| Okay, stay calm. What happened | |
| right before he disappeared? | |
| STAN'S VOICE | |
| I was away from the monitor for a | |
| second. I had it on automatic. I | |
| had to go pee. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| Well, where was Patrick? | |
| STAN'S VOICE | |
| He went home sick. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| Jesus. All right, what's the | |
| address. | |
| STAN'S VOICE | |
| 159 South Village. Apartment 1E, | |
| Rockville Center. | |
| Mierzwiak writes it down on a bedside note pad. He hangs | |
| up. | |
| 93 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 93 | |
| Stan hangs up the phone, looks for Mary. She's in the | |
| kitchen eating some cookies. | |
| MARY | |
| He's coming? | |
| STAN | |
| You better go. | |
| MARY | |
| Hell no. | |
| She tromps into the living room, starts getting dressed. | |
| MARY | |
| Shit, I'm so stoned. I don't want | |
| him to see me stoned. Stop being | |
| stoned, Mary! | |
| She hurries into the bathroom with her bag. | |
| MARY (O.C.) | |
| God, I look like shit! God! | |
| 78. | |
| Mary slams the bathroom door. Stan puts his head in his | |
| hands. | |
| 94 INT. KITCHEN - DAY 94 | |
| Joel and Clementine are under the table having sex. Joel's | |
| mother reaches down as she hurries by and pats Joel on the | |
| head. Startled, Joel pulls off of Clementine. | |
| MOTHER | |
| How's my baby boy? | |
| JOEL | |
| I really want her to pick me up. | |
| It's weird how strong that desire | |
| is. | |
| Clementine holds his hand. He looks over at her. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (very focused) | |
| You'll remember me in the morning. | |
| And you'll come to me and tell me | |
| about us and we'll start over. | |
| JOEL | |
| I loved you so much this day. It | |
| was raining. On my couch in your | |
| panties. I remember I thought, how | |
| impossibly lucky am I to have you | |
| on my couch in your panties. | |
| She kisses him. | |
| JOEL | |
| You smelled so good, like you just | |
| woke up, slightly sweaty. And I | |
| said something like -- | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| -- another rainy day. Whatever | |
| shall we do? | |
| He laughs. They begin to make love again. Joel's mother | |
| hurries around the kitchen. Joel stops, looks at | |
| Clementine. | |
| JOEL | |
| This Patrick guy is copying me! | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| What Patrick guy? | |
| 79. | |
| JOEL | |
| He's here. In my apartment. | |
| (pointing up) | |
| He's one of the eraser guys, okay? | |
| And he fell for you when they were | |
| doing you. So he introduced himself | |
| the next day as if he were a | |
| stranger and now you're dating him. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Really? Is he cute? | |
| JOEL | |
| He stole a pair of your panties! | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Gross! You've got to tell me this | |
| in the morning. Don't forget! Okay? | |
| JOEL | |
| And I think using the stuff I said | |
| in my session to seduce you. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I'm, like, so absolutely freaked | |
| out now. | |
| (beat) | |
| Which pair? | |
| 95 INT/EXT. CLEMENTINE'S CAR - NIGHT 95 | |
| It's a rust bucket. Clementine drives. She's crying and | |
| holding Patrick's hand. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| What's wrong with me? | |
| PATRICK | |
| Nothing is wrong with you. You're | |
| the most wonderful person I've ever | |
| met. You're kind and beautiful and | |
| smart and funny and nice and pretty | |
| and, um, -- | |
| She glances gratefully at him then starts to cry even | |
| harder. | |
| Patrick is over his head. | |
| 96 INT. JOEL'S BEDROOM - NIGHT 96 | |
| 80. | |
| Stan works on trying to get the signal back. His hair is | |
| combed and he's dressed neatly, looking professional but | |
| still stoned. Mary is pacing nervously to and from the | |
| window, looking out into the light. She's dressed also, and | |
| she's wearing more make-up now. Her hair is pulled up into | |
| some sort of style. The intercom buzzes. | |
| MARY | |
| There he is. Oh my God. Oh my God. | |
| Do I look okay? | |
| Stan doesn't say anything. | |
| MARY | |
| I'm still stoned. Are you? Crap. | |
| She looks in the mirror. | |
| MARY | |
| (to Joel) | |
| Your prescription eye drops didn't | |
| do shit, fella. | |
| The doorbell buzzes. Mary lunges for the door, then calms | |
| herself before opening it. Mierzwiak, holding an equipment | |
| bag, looks surprised. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| Mary. What are you doing here? | |
| STAN | |
| She came to help, Howard. | |
| MARY | |
| I wanted to learn as much about the | |
| procedure as possible, Howard. I | |
| think it's important for my job-- | |
| to understand the inner workings of | |
| the-- work-- we do. Well, not me, | |
| but the work that is done by others | |
| where I also work. The work of my | |
| colleagues. You know? | |
| Mierzwiak looks from Mary to Stan, nods, and enters. Mary | |
| closes the door. Mierzwiak crosses to the equipment. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| Let's get to the bottom of this. | |
| Shall we? | |
| He sits down in front of the computer and does some | |
| fiddling. | |
| 81. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| Odd. | |
| He fiddles some more. Mary looks on, fascinated. | |
| STAN | |
| I tried that already. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| Did you try going in through C- | |
| Gate? | |
| STAN | |
| Yeah, of course. I mean, yes. | |
| Mierzwiak ponders. He unzips his equipment bag, pulls out | |
| another laptop computer and plugs it into the system. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| I'm going to do a search through | |
| his entire memory, see if anything | |
| comes up. | |
| Mierzwiak presses some more buttons. The program starts up. | |
| A much more complex and detailed human brain appears on | |
| this screen. It rotates. Eventually Mierzwiak sees a small | |
| distant light in the brain. He zeroes in on it. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| Okay, here it is. I don't know why | |
| it's off the map like that, but -- | |
| 97 INT. KITCHEN - DAY 97 | |
| Joel is being bathed in the oversized sink by his mother. | |
| Clementine sits in the water with him, laughing. The mother | |
| doesn't seem to see her. | |
| MOTHER | |
| Little baby getting awwwwl clean. | |
| Awl clean. | |
| JOEL | |
| (to Clementine) | |
| I love getting bathed in the sink. | |
| It's such a feeling of security. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (giggling) | |
| I've never seen you happier, Baby | |
| Joel. | |
| 82. | |
| JOEL | |
| Look, it's my Huckleberry Hound | |
| doll! I told you about that, | |
| remember? | |
| Clementine looks over. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Where? | |
| The doll can be seen now on the counter, an undefined lump | |
| of blue synthetic fur. | |
| JOEL | |
| (distraught) | |
| Oh! It's going! Oh! | |
| As he tries to lunge for it, the elements of the scene | |
| flash explosively away: Joel's mother, his Huckleberry | |
| Hound doll, the details of the kitchen, Clementine. Joel, | |
| alone, starts to slip and drown in the sink. He gasps and | |
| then: | |
| 98 INT/EXT. JOEL'S CAR - NIGHT 98 | |
| He sits with Clementine in the parked car, outside a drive- | |
| in movie theater. The movie on the giant screen is | |
| partially obscured by a fence. Joel and Clementine drink | |
| wine. | |
| 99 INT. JOEL'S BEDROOM - NIGHT 99 | |
| Mierzwiak looks up from the computer screen. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| Okay, we're back in. | |
| MARY | |
| That was beautiful to watch, | |
| Howard. Like a surgeon or a concert | |
| pianist. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| Well, thank you, Mary. | |
| STAN | |
| (sighing) | |
| You get some sleep, Howard. I'll be | |
| fine here. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| 83. | |
| Yeah, probably a good idea. I'm an | |
| old man, guys. An old, cranky man. | |
| MARY | |
| Oh, nonsense. | |
| She giggles and then is suddenly stoned and self-conscious. | |
| 100 INT. JOEL'S CAR - NIGHT 100 | |
| Clementine and Joel laugh as they try to give voice to what | |
| the characters on the drive-in screen are saying. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Can't you see-- I love you, | |
| Antoine. | |
| JOEL | |
| Don't call me Antoine. The name's | |
| Wally. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Yes, but who could love a man named | |
| Wally? | |
| She starts to fade. Joel looks confused. The scene starts | |
| to fade. | |
| JOEL | |
| (remembering) | |
| Oh! | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Shhh! I want to watch the movie! | |
| JOEL | |
| Clem, think! They'll find you here. | |
| He looks over and she's gone. | |
| 101 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 101 | |
| Mierzwiak watches a blip disappear from the screen. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| Got it. | |
| 102 INT/EXT. JOEL'S CAR - NIGHT 102 | |
| 84. | |
| Joel lunges and desperately hugs the air where Clementine | |
| was. | |
| JOEL | |
| Tangerine. | |
| She reappears in her arms, seemingly willed back into | |
| existence. | |
| 103 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 103 | |
| Mierzwiak and Stan watch the blip reappear on the screen. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| Odd. It popped back. | |
| Mierzwiak fiddles with some controls. | |
| 104 INT/EXT. JOEL'S CAR - NIGHT 104 | |
| Joel pushes open the door and pulls Clementine out of the | |
| car. They run off. Joel never lets go of his tight grip on | |
| her. | |
| JOEL | |
| (looking back and seeing | |
| that the car is gone) | |
| Shit! | |
| The sky turns into -- | |
| 105 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 105 | |
| We see the ceiling from Joel's POV. Howard, Stan, and Mary | |
| hover over Joel at the edges of the frame. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| His eyes are open. Has that | |
| happened before with him? | |
| STAN | |
| No. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| This is no good. Here. Give him | |
| this. | |
| We see a brief flash of a hypodermic passing over Joel's | |
| face and we are back in -- | |
| 85. | |
| 106 INT/EXT. JOEL'S CAR - NIGHT 106 | |
| Joel is thrust back into the world of his memory. | |
| JOEL | |
| (LOOKS AT FADING | |
| CLEMENTINE) | |
| Shit! | |
| He stops, tries to figure out which way to go. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Hide me somewhere deeper? Somewhere | |
| really buried? Joel, hide me in | |
| your humiliation. | |
| He looks at her. Then, holding her close, runs through | |
| already dark, decayed memories of their time together. | |
| 107 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 107 | |
| Mierzwiak and Stan watch a trail of light on the monitor. | |
| Mierzwiak glides after it, erasing its wake. | |
| STAN | |
| It doesn't make any sense. He's in | |
| memories I already erased. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| Well, at least we know where he is | |
| and we're back on track. Right? | |
| 108 EXT. STREET - NIGHT 108 | |
| Joel drags Clementine through decayed New York Streets. He | |
| sees a silhouette of himself hauling two garbage bags to | |
| Lacuna, almost getting hit by a UPS truck. | |
| JOEL | |
| Humiliation. Humiliation. | |
| Humiliation. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Think! | |
| 109 INT. JOEL'S BEDROOM - NIGHT 109 | |
| Stan is back at the controls. Unconscious Joel's face | |
| screws up slightly. Mierzwiak's at the door with Mary. | |
| 86. | |
| STAN | |
| Wait, Howard, they've disappeared | |
| again. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| Oh dear. | |
| MARY | |
| I'm so sorry, Howard. You must be | |
| exhausted. | |
| He nods distractedly. She smiles to herself as he heads | |
| back to the equipment. | |
| 110 INT. BLACK VOID - NIGHT 110 | |
| Joel and Clementine crouch in murky blackness. | |
| JOEL | |
| (under his breath) | |
| Humiliation, humiliation, humil -- | |
| 111 INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT 111 | |
| It's dark. Joel, junior high school size, is in bed | |
| masturbating. He has a flashlight trained on a comic book | |
| he has been drawing which seems to be getting increasingly | |
| pornographic as it progresses. Clementine is there, too, | |
| slightly faded. | |
| JOEL | |
| -- iation. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (mock offended) | |
| Joel! | |
| JOEL | |
| (continuing to | |
| masturbate) | |
| I don't like it either, I'm just | |
| trying to find horrible secret | |
| places to -- | |
| Joel's mother pops her head in the door. | |
| MOTHER | |
| Joel, I was just -- | |
| (sees what's going on) | |
| Oh. Um-- I'll ask you in the | |
| morning, honey. Good night. | |
| 87. | |
| The mother backs out, closes the door. Joel cringes. | |
| Clementine laughs. Suddenly the walls of the room are gone | |
| and the bed is on the beach. Clementine glances up. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Look. Look where we are. | |
| 112 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 112 | |
| Mierzwiak is at the machines. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| Okay, we got him back on track. | |
| Stan, I think I'm just going to | |
| have to get through this manually. | |
| We're running late. | |
| 113 EXT. BEACH - DAY 113 | |
| It's cold. Joel and Clementine walk, all bundled up. She | |
| points at a house up the beach. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Our house! Our house! | |
| She runs ahead, laughing. The scene is decaying. Joel | |
| chases after her. | |
| JOEL | |
| C'mon! | |
| The house is gone. Joel grabs Clementine's arm and yanks. | |
| 114 INT. JOEL'S BEDROOM - NIGHT 114 | |
| Joel lies on his back. Clementine sits over him holding a | |
| pillow. They are both laughing. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Okay, ready? Again? | |
| He stops laughing, nods seriously. She puts the pillow over | |
| his face and holds it down hard. Joel struggles and | |
| screams, muffled by the pillow. Suddenly he goes limp. | |
| Clementine pulls the pillow off his face and looks | |
| horrified. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| 88. | |
| Joel! Joel? Are you okay? Joel! Oh | |
| my God. Oh my God! | |
| She shakes him dramatically. He remains limp for a moment, | |
| then starts to laugh. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| That was terrible! That was like | |
| three seconds. | |
| JOEL | |
| (trying to stop laughing) | |
| Okay, okay, let me try again. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| All right, once more. Then I get to | |
| go. | |
| He watches her start to fade. | |
| JOEL | |
| Oh, Clem! Don't! | |
| He closes his eyes. The room becomes: | |
| 115 EXT. JOEL'S CHILDHOOD SUBURBAN STREET - DAY 115 | |
| Joel is one of a group of five year olds. He holds a hammer | |
| and is poised to hit a dead bird in a red wagon. The other | |
| boys are goading him. Clementine, now the little girl with | |
| the puppy we saw in the photograph earlier, watches with | |
| the other kids. | |
| BOYS | |
| C'mon, Joel, you have to. Do it | |
| already. | |
| Joel doesn't want to. | |
| JOEL VOICE-OVER | |
| I can't. I have to go home. I | |
| didn't want to do this. I'll do it | |
| later. But I had to or they | |
| would've called me a girl. | |
| Joel miserably smashes the bird repeatedly with the hammer. | |
| Red jelly guts cover the hammer and the wagon bottom. The | |
| kids hoot. | |
| VOICE-OVER | |
| 89. | |
| I can't believe I did that. I'm so | |
| ashamed. | |
| A live bird watches from a tree. Clementine pulls Joel away | |
| from the other boys. The two of them walk down Joel's | |
| suburban street. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| It's okay. You were a little kid. | |
| She kisses him and they walk holding hands. | |
| JOEL | |
| God, I wish I knew you when we were | |
| kids. My life would've turned out | |
| so differently. | |
| (pointing to a house) | |
| That's where I live. Lived. | |
| She lays down on the front lawn of the childhood house. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| It's my turn, sweetie. | |
| She hands him a pillow. He smiles and puts it over her | |
| face. | |
| She struggles, then acts dead. After a long moment of no | |
| reaction from Clementine, Joel pulls the pillow from her | |
| face. She is gone. His childhood house is crumbling. | |
| 116 INT. JOEL'S BEDROOM - NIGHT 116 | |
| Mierzwiak works the equipment. He has located a small area | |
| of light in the brain imaging and eradicates it. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| I'm getting the hang of it. I still | |
| don't understand it. But I am | |
| finding him quickly enough. I'm | |
| hopeful there won't be too much | |
| collateral eradication. | |
| Mary sits on the bed. | |
| MARY | |
| (a little giggly) | |
| I like watching you work. | |
| Stan grabs his coat. | |
| STAN | |
| 90. | |
| I'll go out for a smoke. If no one | |
| minds. I mean, it seems like | |
| everything is under control here. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| (not looking up) | |
| That's fine, Stan. | |
| Mary doesn't say anything. Stan huffs and is out the door. | |
| Mierzwiak continues to find and erase points of light. Mary | |
| gets up her courage to speak. | |
| MARY | |
| Do you like quotes, Howard? | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| How do you mean? | |
| MARY | |
| Oh, um, like famous quotes. I find | |
| reading them inspirational to me. | |
| And in my reading I've come across | |
| some I thought you might like, too. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| Oh. Well, I'd love to hear some. | |
| Mary is thrilled, beside herself. She tries to calm down. | |
| MARY | |
| Okay, um, there's one that goes | |
| "Blessed are the forgetful, for | |
| they get the better even of their | |
| blunders." | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| Is that Nietzsche? | |
| MARY | |
| Yeah, yeah it is, Howard. And here | |
| I was thinking I could tell you | |
| something you didn't know. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| It's a good quote, Mary. I'm glad | |
| we both know it. | |
| He smiles at her. She's flustered, flattered. | |
| MARY | |
| (sputtering) | |
| 91. | |
| There's another one I like, I read. | |
| It's by Pope Alexander. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| Alexander Pope? | |
| MARY | |
| Yes, shit. Oops, sorry! | |
| (puts hand over mouth) | |
| Sorry. It's just I told myself I | |
| wasn't going to say Pope Alexander | |
| and sound like a dope and then I go | |
| ahead and do it. Like a psyched | |
| myself out into saying it wrong. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| It's no big deal. | |
| MARY | |
| You are such a sweetheart. | |
| There's an embarrassed moment as that line hangs in the | |
| air. | |
| Then Mary plunges ahead to bury it. | |
| MARY | |
| The quote goes "How happy is the | |
| blameless Vestal's lot! The world | |
| forgetting, by the world forgot: | |
| Eternal sunshine of the spotless | |
| mind! Each prayer accepted, and | |
| each wish resign'd." | |
| She smiles, proud and embarrassed. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| I didn't know that one. And it's | |
| lovely. | |
| MARY | |
| Really? I thought it was | |
| appropriate, maybe. That's all. | |
| (beat, then quickly) | |
| I really admire the work that you | |
| do. I know it's not proper to be so | |
| familiar but I guess since we're | |
| outside the workplace I feel a | |
| certain liberty to -- | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| It's fine, Mary. I'm happy to hear | |
| it. | |
| 92. | |
| MARY | |
| Okay. Good. Great. Thanks. | |
| (blurting) | |
| I like you, Howard-- an awful lot. | |
| Is that terrible? | |
| Mierzwiak seems momentarily taken aback, then returns to | |
| his unflappable self. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| You're a wonderful girl, Mary. | |
| She leans over and kisses him, then pulls away quickly. | |
| MARY | |
| I've loved you for a very long | |
| time. I'm sorry! I shouldn't have | |
| said that. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| I've got a wife, Mary. Kids. You | |
| know that. | |
| MARY | |
| (suddenly weepy) | |
| I wish I was your wife. I wish I | |
| had your kids. I would be so happy- | |
| - | |
| Mierzwiak comforts her with a hug. It turns into a kiss. He | |
| pulls away. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| We can't do this. | |
| MARY | |
| No, you're right. Once again. | |
| You're a decent man, Howard. | |
| He smiles sadly at her. She smiles courageously at him. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| I want you to know it's not because | |
| I'm not interested. If that means | |
| anything. | |
| They look at each other for a long while, then Howard goes | |
| back to locating and eradicating blips of light. | |
| 117 INT/EXT. THE VAN - JOEL'S APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY 117 | |
| 93. | |
| Stan sits in the van and smokes a cigarette. He has an | |
| unobstructed view into Joel's bedroom window. He watches | |
| Mierzwiak and Mary. They're talking as Howard works. It | |
| appears to be a very serious discussion. A car pulls up | |
| outside. Stan turns to see. A middle-aged woman gets out. | |
| In the window, Mierzwiak's resolve has apparently weakened | |
| and he and Mary kiss again. This leads to groping, partial | |
| undressing, and falling onto the bed alongside the | |
| unconscious Joel. The woman checks the address on Joel's | |
| building. Stan recognizes her. | |
| As the woman approaches the only lit window, Stan agonizes | |
| over what to do. He honks his horn. The woman looks back at | |
| the van, then hurries to the window. Mierzwiak and Mary, in | |
| partial undress, squint out into the night. The woman and | |
| Mierzwiak lock eyes. He practically shrieks and jumps up. | |
| 118 EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - DAY 118 | |
| Joel and Clementine walking, hand-in-hand, look up | |
| simultaneously. | |
| 119 INT. JOEL'S BEDROOM - NIGHT 119 | |
| Mary looks confusedly at Howard. | |
| MARY | |
| Who is it? | |
| (realizing) | |
| Oh my God! | |
| Mierzwiak is already in his coat. He's out the door. | |
| 120 EXT. JOEL'S APARTMENT BUILDING - CONTINUOUS 120 | |
| The woman is at her car. Stan watches from the van. | |
| Mierzwiak hurries to the woman. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| Hollis! Hollis! | |
| HOLLIS (THE MIDDLE-AGED WOMAN) | |
| I knew it, Howard. I don't even | |
| know why I bothered to copy the | |
| damn address and get out of bed. I | |
| could've used the sleep. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| 94. | |
| It didn't start out to be this. I | |
| came here to work. It's a one-time | |
| mistake. | |
| Mary is right behind Mierzwiak now. Hollis is in her car. | |
| MARY | |
| (heroically) | |
| Mrs. Mierzwiak, it's true. And it's | |
| not Mr. Mierzwiak's fault. I'm a | |
| stupid little girl with a stupid | |
| little crush. I basically forced | |
| him into it. I swear. | |
| Hollis turns, looks at Mary and then at Mierzwiak. | |
| HOLLIS | |
| Don't be a monster, Howard. Tell | |
| the girl. | |
| Stan is out of the van now, listening. Mary shivers in the | |
| cold, hugs herself. There's a long silence. Then: | |
| MARY | |
| Tell me what? | |
| Hollis and Mierzwiak have locked eyes. Mary looks back and | |
| forth between them. Hollis starts her car. | |
| HOLLIS | |
| Poor kid. You can have him. You | |
| did. | |
| She drives off. Mary watches Howard with increased | |
| foreboding. | |
| MARY | |
| What, Howard? | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| We-- have a history. I'm sorry. You | |
| wanted the procedure. You wanted it | |
| done-- to get past. I have to | |
| finish in there. It's almost | |
| morning. We'll talk later. | |
| He shuffles inside. Mary stands there, unable to digest | |
| this, struggling in vain to remember. Stan watches. | |
| STAN | |
| Let me take you home. | |
| Mary shakes her head "no." She walks off, dazed. | |
| 95. | |
| 121 EXT. CHARLES RIVER - NIGHT 121 | |
| Clementine and Patrick lie on the their backs on the frozen | |
| river and look up at the night sky. | |
| PATRICK | |
| I could die right now, Clem. I'm | |
| just happy. I've never felt that | |
| before. I'm just exactly where I | |
| want to be. | |
| Clementine looks over at him. Their eyes meet. She sobs. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I want to go home. | |
| She hurries toward the shore, slips on the ice, gets up, | |
| and continues, now running. | |
| 122 INT. JOEL'S BEDROOM - NIGHT 122 | |
| It's deathly silent as Mierzwiak and Stan work on | |
| completing the job. Mierzwiak locates a light hidden very | |
| deep in the map of Joel's brain. He targets it. | |
| 123 EXT. ROWBOAT - INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - DAY 123 | |
| Joel and Clementine sit in his apartment on the couch. | |
| Clementine is dressed in a skeleton costume. Joel draws a | |
| portrait of her. The reverse angle is Joel's father fishing | |
| in a rowboat. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (peeking) | |
| That's so great. Creepy. | |
| JOEL | |
| Thanks. The subject is inspiring. | |
| The father is drunk and sullen. He faces away from Joel, | |
| looks out at the lake. | |
| FATHER | |
| Don't be like me, son. Don't waste | |
| your life. You'll come to a point | |
| someday where it'll be too late. | |
| You'll be sewn into your fate-- | |
| JOEL | |
| 96. | |
| It was horrifying, seeing my father | |
| like that. There was no hope for me | |
| if his life was such a failure. And | |
| he saw failure in me, too, written | |
| in my future. | |
| Clementine watches the confused, frightened Joel. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Joel, you're not sewn in. He's | |
| wrong. | |
| FATHER | |
| -- and there'll be nowhere to go | |
| except where you're headed, like a | |
| train on a track. Inevitable, | |
| unalterable. | |
| (a quiet dirge-like | |
| afterthought) | |
| Chooo-chooo. | |
| The scene pops out of existence with a flash of light. | |
| 124 EXT. THEATER - NIGHT 124 | |
| Clementine leads Joel into a crowd of people outside a | |
| Broadway theater. They listen to conversations around them. | |
| Clementine adopts a mock-sophisticated tone, attempting to | |
| make it look like they are playgoers. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Blah blah blah good acting. Blah | |
| blah blah iambic pentameter. | |
| JOEL | |
| (laughing) | |
| You always break into places? | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Second Acting is a subversive act. | |
| Ticket prices are insane. Theater | |
| belongs to the masses. | |
| The theater lights flash and the crowd begins to head back | |
| inside. Joel looks nervous. Clementine takes his hand and | |
| leads him into the crowd. | |
| VOICE-OVER JOEL | |
| Your hand, I remember it. I'm done, | |
| Clem. I'm just going to ride it | |
| out. Hiding is clearly not working. | |
| 97. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Yeah. | |
| JOEL | |
| I want to enjoy my little time left | |
| with you. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| This is our first "date" date. | |
| JOEL | |
| Do you remember what we talked | |
| about? | |
| 125 INT. THEATER - NIGHT 125 | |
| Joel and Clementine walk past the usher. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Naomi, I guess. | |
| JOEL | |
| Yeah. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| What was I wearing? | |
| JOEL | |
| God, I should know. Your hair was | |
| red. I remember it matched the | |
| curtains. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Egad, were you horrified? | |
| JOEL | |
| No! Oh, I think you were wearing | |
| that black dress, y'know, with the | |
| buttons. | |
| She is wearing the black dress with the buttons. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| No, you were with me when I bought | |
| that. At that place on East 6th. It | |
| was later. | |
| 126 INT. DRESS SHOP - DAY 126 | |
| The scene has already been erased. It's just a decayed | |
| husk. | |
| 98. | |
| A vague Joel watches a vague Clementine model a black | |
| dress. | |
| 127 INT. THEATER - NIGHT 127 | |
| Clementine wears a generic black dress now. As the paying | |
| customers take their seats, Joel and Clementine search | |
| discreetly for unoccupied seats. | |
| JOEL | |
| Right. Something black though. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I'll buy that. Black's always good. | |
| Slenderizing. | |
| JOEL | |
| We did talk about Naomi. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I said: Are you sure? You seem | |
| unsure. | |
| JOEL | |
| I'm sure, I said. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| But you weren't. I could tell. | |
| JOEL | |
| (beat) | |
| I am now. I'm so sure. | |
| She tears up. They kiss. | |
| JOEL | |
| I was nervous. I remember I | |
| couldn't think of anything to say. | |
| There were long silences. | |
| There is a long silence. They both stare straight ahead and | |
| watch the still lowered curtain. | |
| JOEL | |
| I thought I was foolish. I thought | |
| I'd mistaken infatuation for love. | |
| You said: | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| So what. Infatuation is good, too. | |
| JOEL | |
| 99. | |
| And I didn't have an argument. | |
| 128 INT/EXT. JOEL'S CAR - NIGHT 128 | |
| Joel and Clementine pull up to Clementine's house. | |
| JOEL | |
| I dropped you off after. You said - | |
| - | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (Mae West) | |
| Come up and see me-- now. | |
| JOEL | |
| It's very late. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Yes, exactly. Exactly my point. | |
| 129 INT. CLEMENTINE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 129 | |
| Joel and Clementine are in the midst of awkward shy sex. | |
| JOEL | |
| This was our first time. | |
| The scene starts to fade. Joel watches Clementine | |
| disappear. | |
| 130 INT. LACUNA RECEPTION AREA - NIGHT 130 | |
| Mary enters the dark room, frazzled. She flips on the | |
| fluorescent lights and searches the file folders, pulling | |
| them out and dropping them on the floor. She can't find | |
| what she's looking for. She exits into the inner office | |
| area. | |
| 131 INT. MIERZWIAK'S OFFICE - NIGHT 131 | |
| Mary rifles through Mierzwiak's desk, through his personal | |
| file cabinets, pulls boxes of papers out of the closet and | |
| rifles through them. She finally comes upon a file with her | |
| name on it. Her jaw drops and with a shaky hand she puts | |
| the tape into the player the office and presses "play." | |
| MIERZWIAK'S VOICE | |
| 100. | |
| Okay, so just tell me what you | |
| remember. And we'll take it from | |
| there. | |
| MARY'S VOICE | |
| (shaky) | |
| Um, okay, I like you immediately. | |
| At the job interview. You seemed | |
| so-- important and mature. And I | |
| loved that you were helping all | |
| these people. You didn't come on to | |
| me at all. I liked that. I was so | |
| tongue-tied around you at first. I | |
| wanted you to think I was smart. | |
| You were so nice. I loved the way | |
| you smelled. I couldn't wait to | |
| come to work. I had these fantasies | |
| of us being married and having kids | |
| and just-- | |
| (starts to cry) | |
| -- and so-- then-- when-- that one | |
| day, when I thought you looked at | |
| me back-- like.-- Oh, Howie, I | |
| can't do this? How can I do this? | |
| MIERZWIAK'S VOICE | |
| It's what's best, Mary. You know | |
| that. | |
| Mary slumps to the floor. We move into her eyes. | |
| MARY'S VOICE | |
| Yeah, I know. Oh, God. Okay, well, | |
| I was I so excited-- | |
| A flirtatious look from Mierzwiak. | |
| MARY'S VOICE | |
| -- Remember you bought me that | |
| little wind-up frog? | |
| A vague shot of a wind-up frog. | |
| MARY'S VOICE | |
| And you said-- | |
| A vague shot of Mierzwiak mouthing to Mary's voice. | |
| MARY'S VOICE | |
| "This is for your desk. Just a | |
| little token." | |
| Back to Mary sitting on the floor, listening to the tape. | |
| 101. | |
| MARY'S VOICE | |
| I knew then-- I knew something was | |
| going to happen-- something | |
| wonderful. | |
| 132 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 132 | |
| Joel sits in the quiet living room. The scene is fading. | |
| JOEL | |
| Naomi. | |
| VOICE-OVER | |
| On the couch. Dark. Quiet. I | |
| wondered if I had made a terrible | |
| mistake. I almost reached for the | |
| phone about a thousand times. I | |
| thought I could take it back, erase | |
| it, explain I had momentarily lost | |
| my mind. Then I told myself we | |
| weren't happy. That was the truth. | |
| That what we were was safe. It was | |
| unfair to you and to me to stay in | |
| a relationship for that reason. I | |
| thought about Clementine and the | |
| spark when I was with her, but then | |
| I thought what you and I had was | |
| real and adult and therefore | |
| significant even if it wasn't much | |
| fun. But I wanted fun. I saw other | |
| people having fun and I wanted it. | |
| Then I thought fun is a lie, that | |
| no one is really having fun; I'm | |
| being suckered by advertising and | |
| movie bullshit-- then I thought, | |
| maybe not, maybe not. And then I | |
| thought, as I always do at this | |
| point in my argument, about dying. | |
| 133 INT. ROOM - DAY 133 | |
| An elderly man sits. | |
| VOICE-OVER | |
| I projected myself to the end of my | |
| life in some vague rendition of my | |
| old man self. I imagined looking | |
| back with a tremendous hole of | |
| regret in my heart. | |
| 102. | |
| 134 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 134 | |
| Joel sits on the couch. A ghostly image of Naomi sits | |
| curled up on the other end of the couch. | |
| JOEL | |
| I didn't pick up the phone to call | |
| you, Naomi. I didn't pick up the | |
| phone. | |
| The scene dissolves. | |
| 135 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 135 | |
| Joel sits on the couch. A ghostly image of Naomi sits | |
| curled up on the other end of the couch. | |
| JOEL | |
| I didn't pick up the phone to call | |
| you, Naomi. I didn't pick up the | |
| phone. | |
| The scene dissolves. | |
| 136 INT. BORDER'S BOOKSTORE - NIGHT 136 | |
| Joel talks to Clementine. The scene is fogging over. | |
| JOEL | |
| I told her today I need to end it. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Is that what you want? | |
| JOEL | |
| I did it. I guess that means | |
| something. | |
| Clementine shrugs. The scene fades. | |
| 137 EXT. PARK - DAY 137 | |
| Joel walks with Naomi. | |
| NAOMI | |
| So what's going on, Joel? | |
| JOEL | |
| 103. | |
| I don't know, I've just been | |
| thinking, maybe we're not happy | |
| with each other. | |
| NAOMI | |
| What? | |
| JOEL | |
| Y'know, we've been, I don't know, | |
| sort of, unhappy with each other | |
| and -- | |
| NAOMI | |
| Don't say "we" when you mean "you." | |
| JOEL | |
| I think maybe, we're both so used | |
| to operating at this level that -- | |
| How can one person be unhappy? If | |
| one person is unhappy, both have to | |
| be-- by definition. | |
| NAOMI | |
| Bullshit. Who is it? You met | |
| someone. | |
| JOEL | |
| No. I just need some space, maybe. | |
| NAOMI | |
| The thing is, Joel, whatever it is | |
| you think you have with this chick, | |
| once the thrill wears off, you're | |
| just going to be Joel with the same | |
| fucking problems. | |
| JOEL VOICE-OVER | |
| It's not somebody else. I hate | |
| myself. | |
| Naomi walks off. Joel watches her. The scene fades. | |
| 138 INT. BARNES AND NOBLE BOOKSTORE - NIGHT 138 | |
| Joel enters, looks around. There's no sign of Clementine. | |
| Joel approaches a male employee. | |
| JOEL | |
| Is there a Clementine who works | |
| here? | |
| 104. | |
| MALE EMPLOYEE #1 | |
| (calling to another male | |
| employee) | |
| Mark, is Clem on tonight? | |
| MALE EMPLOYEE #2 | |
| On my dick, bro. | |
| (turns, sees Joel, | |
| embarrassed) | |
| Oh, hey. Yeah, I think she's in | |
| Philosophy. | |
| Joel climbs stairs, searches the aisles, spots Clementine. | |
| JOEL | |
| Hi. | |
| She turns. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I didn't think you'd show your face | |
| around me again. I figured you were | |
| humiliated. You did run away, after | |
| all. | |
| JOEL | |
| Sorry to track you down like this. | |
| I'm not a stalker. But I needed to | |
| see you. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (seemingly uninterested) | |
| Yeah? | |
| JOEL | |
| I'd like to-- take you out or | |
| something. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Well, you're married. | |
| JOEL | |
| Not yet. Not married. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Look, man, I'm telling you right | |
| off the bat, I'm high maintenance. | |
| So I'm not going to tiptoe around | |
| your marriage or whatever it is you | |
| got going there. If you want to be | |
| with me, you're with me. | |
| JOEL | |
| 105. | |
| Okay. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| So make your domestic decisions and | |
| maybe we'll talk again. | |
| She goes back to stacking. Joel stands there helplessly. | |
| JOEL | |
| I just think that you have some | |
| kind of-- quality that seems really | |
| important to me. | |
| The scene is disintegrating. Clementine's speech is | |
| delivered without passion. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Joel, I'm not a concept. I want you | |
| to just keep that in your head. Too | |
| many guys think I'm a concept or I | |
| complete them or I'm going to make | |
| them alive, but I'm just a fucked- | |
| up girl who is looking for my own | |
| peace of mind. Don't assign me | |
| yours. | |
| JOEL | |
| I remember that speech really well. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (smiling) | |
| I had you pegged, didn't I? | |
| JOEL | |
| You had the whole human race | |
| pegged. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Probably. | |
| JOEL | |
| I still thought you were going to | |
| save me. Even after that. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I know. | |
| JOEL | |
| It would be different, if we could | |
| just give it another go around. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| 106. | |
| Remember me. Try your best. Maybe | |
| we can. | |
| The scene is gone. | |
| 139 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - DAY 139 | |
| Joel is at his closet, putting on a sweater. Naomi is at | |
| the dining room table, papers spread out before her, | |
| writing. | |
| Joel turns and watches her for a moment. | |
| JOEL | |
| So you don't mind? | |
| NAOMI | |
| I've got to finish this chapter | |
| anyway. | |
| The scene is fading. | |
| JOEL | |
| Okay. I wish you could come. | |
| VOICE-OVER | |
| This is it. The day we met. My God, | |
| it's over. | |
| NAOMI | |
| Me, too. | |
| He approaches Naomi, kisses her on the top of her head. She | |
| continues to write. | |
| NAOMI | |
| Say hi to Rob and Carrie. Have some | |
| fun! Get laid! Just kidding. | |
| JOEL | |
| I hope you get your work done. | |
| NAOMI | |
| (sighing) | |
| Maybe when we're ninety. | |
| 140 EXT. BEACH PARKING LOT - DAY 140 | |
| Rob, Carrie, and Joel emerge from the car, parked amidst a | |
| small cluster of cars in an otherwise empty parking lot. | |
| 107. | |
| 141 EXT. BEACH - DAY 141 | |
| Joel watches his shoes in the sand as he trudges along. | |
| CARRIE | |
| Is this the right way? Rob? Rob? | |
| 142 EXT. BEACH - DAY - MOMENTS LATER 142 | |
| Joel, Rob, and Carrie step out of the brush and see a | |
| bonfire down the beach. People and music can be heard. | |
| 143 EXT. BEACH - DAY - LATER 143 | |
| Joel sits on a log, a paper plate of chicken and corn on | |
| his lap. People warm themselves at the fire. Joel watches | |
| couples talking, kissing, Rob sharing a joint with a guy. | |
| JOEL | |
| You were down by the surf. I could | |
| just make you out in the distance. | |
| Joel looks down to the water. There's Clementine, in her | |
| orange sweatshirt, looking out to sea. | |
| JOEL VOICE-OVER | |
| Your back to me. In that I remember | |
| being drawn to you orange | |
| sweatshirt I would even then. I | |
| thought, how come to know so well | |
| and even odd, I'm drawn to | |
| someone's hate eventually. At the | |
| time back. I thought, I love this I | |
| thought, how cool, an woman because | |
| she's alone orange sweatshirt. down | |
| there looking out at the ocean. | |
| JOEL | |
| But I went back to my food. The | |
| next thing I remember, I felt | |
| someone sitting next to me and I | |
| saw the orange sleeve out of the | |
| corner of my eye. | |
| A shot of the orange sleeve. Joel looks up. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Hi there. | |
| JOEL VOICE-OVER | |
| 108. | |
| Hi. I was so nervous. What were you | |
| doing there, I wondered. Your hair | |
| was lime green. Green revolution. | |
| A shot of her green hair. | |
| JOEL | |
| You said-- | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I saw you sitting over here. By | |
| yourself. I thought, thank God, | |
| someone normal, who doesn't know | |
| how interact at these things | |
| either. | |
| JOEL | |
| Yeah. I don't ever know what to | |
| say. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I can't tell you how happy I am to | |
| hear that. I mean, I don't mean I'm | |
| happy you're uncomfortable, but, | |
| y'know-- I'm such a loser. Every | |
| time I come to a party I tell | |
| myself I'm going to be different | |
| and it's always exactly the same | |
| and then I hate myself after for | |
| being such a clod. | |
| JOEL VOICE-OVER | |
| Even then I didn't believe But I | |
| thought, I don't know, you | |
| entirely. I thought how I thought | |
| it was cool that could you be | |
| talking to me if you were sensitive | |
| enough to you couldn't talk to | |
| people? know what I was feeling and | |
| that you were attracted to it. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| But, I don't know, maybe we're the | |
| normal ones, y'know? I mean, what | |
| kind of people do well at this | |
| stuff? | |
| VOICE-OVER | |
| And I just liked you so much. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| You did? You liked me? | |
| 109. | |
| JOEL | |
| You know I did. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Yeah, I know. I'm fishing. | |
| JOEL | |
| You said -- | |
| She picks a drumstick off of Joel's plate. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I'm Clementine. Can I And you | |
| picked it out of my borrow a piece | |
| of your plate before I could answer | |
| chicken? It felt so intimate like | |
| we were already lovers. | |
| JOEL VOICE-OVER | |
| I remember -- The grease on your | |
| chin in the bonfire light. | |
| Shot of a smudge of chicken grease on Clementine's chin. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Oh God, how horrid. | |
| JOEL VOICE-OVER | |
| I'm Joel. No, it was lovely. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Hi, Joel. So no jokes about my | |
| name? | |
| JOEL | |
| You mean, like-- | |
| (singing) | |
| Oh, my darlin', oh, my darlin', oh, | |
| my darlin', Clementine-- ? | |
| Huckleberry Hound? That sort of | |
| thing? | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Yeah, like that. | |
| JOEL | |
| Nope. No jokes. My favorite thing | |
| when I was a kid was my Huckleberry | |
| Hound doll. I think your name is | |
| magic. | |
| She smiles. | |
| 110. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (eyes welling) | |
| This is it, Joel. It's gonna be | |
| gone soon. | |
| JOEL | |
| I know. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| What do we do? | |
| JOEL | |
| Enjoy it. Say goodbye. | |
| She nods. | |
| Joel and Clementine are walking near the surf. | |
| JOEL VOICE-OVER | |
| So you're still on the Next thing I | |
| remember we were Zoloft? walking | |
| down near the surf. You were | |
| walking as close as you could to | |
| the water without getting wet. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| No, I stopped. I didn't want to | |
| feel like I was being artificially | |
| modulated. | |
| JOEL | |
| I know what you mean. That's why I | |
| stopped. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| But my sleeping is really fucked | |
| up. | |
| JOEL | |
| I don't think I've slept in a year. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| You should try Xanax. I mean, it's | |
| a chemical and all, but it works-- | |
| and it works just having it around, | |
| knowing that it's there. Like | |
| insurance. | |
| JOEL | |
| Sleep insurance. The latest thing. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| 111. | |
| I'll give you a couple. See what | |
| you think. | |
| JOEL | |
| Okay. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Have you ever read any Anna | |
| Akhmatova? | |
| JOEL | |
| I love her. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Really? Me, too! I don't meet | |
| people who even know who she is and | |
| I work in a bookstore. | |
| JOEL | |
| I think she's great. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Me too. There's this poem -- | |
| JOEL CLEMENTINE | |
| Did this conversation come I think, | |
| before or after we saw the house? | |
| JOEL | |
| Seems too coincidental that way. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Yeah, maybe. | |
| 144 EXT. BEACH - NEAR BEACH HOUSE - DUSK 144 | |
| Joel and Clementine wander near some beach houses closed | |
| for the winter. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Do you know her poem that starts | |
| "Seaside gusts of wind,/And a house | |
| in which we don't live-- | |
| JOEL | |
| Yeah, yeah. It goes "Perhaps there | |
| is someone in this world to whom I | |
| could send all these lines"? | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Yes! I love that poem. It breaks my | |
| heart. I'm so excited you know it. | |
| 112. | |
| (pointing to houses) | |
| Look, houses in which we don't | |
| live. | |
| Joel chuckles appreciatively. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I wish we did. You married? | |
| JOEL | |
| Um, no. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Let's move into this neighborhood. | |
| Clementine tries one of the doors on a darkened house. Joel | |
| is nervous. | |
| JOEL | |
| I do sort of live with somebody | |
| though. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Oh. | |
| She walks to the next house, tries the door. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Male or female? | |
| JOEL | |
| Female. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| At least I'm not barking up the | |
| wrong tree. | |
| She finds a window that's unlatched. She lifts it. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Cool. | |
| JOEL | |
| What are you doing? | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| It freezing out here. | |
| She scrambles in the window. Joel looks around, panicked. | |
| JOEL VOICE-OVER | |
| (whisper) | |
| 113. | |
| I couldn't believe you did | |
| Clementine. that. I was paralyzed | |
| with fear. | |
| The front door opens and Clementine stands there beckoning. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| C'mon, man. The water's fine. | |
| Nobody's coming here tonight, | |
| believe me. This place is closed | |
| up. Electricity's off. | |
| JOEL | |
| I hesitated for what seemed I could | |
| see you wanted to like forever. | |
| He walks cautiously toward the door. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| As soon as you walked in. I knew I | |
| had you. You knew I knew that, | |
| right? | |
| 145 INT. BEACH HOUSE - CONTINUOUS 145 | |
| Joel enters the darkened house and Clementine closes the | |
| door behind him. | |
| JOEL | |
| I knew. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I knew by your nervousness that | |
| Naomi wasn't the kind of girl who | |
| forced you to criminally trespass. | |
| JOEL | |
| It's dark. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Yeah. What's your girlfriend's | |
| name? | |
| JOEL | |
| Naomi. | |
| She's searching through drawers for something. She pulls | |
| out a flashlight, shines it in Joel's face. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Ah-ha! Now I can look for candles, | |
| matches, and the liquor cabinet. | |
| 114. | |
| JOEL | |
| I think we should go. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| No, it's our house! Just tonight -- | |
| (looking at envelope on | |
| counter) | |
| -- we're David and Ruth Laskin. | |
| Which one do you want to be? I | |
| prefer to be Ruth but I'm flexible. | |
| (opens cabinet) | |
| Alcohol! You make drinks. I'm going | |
| find the bedroom and slip into | |
| something more Ruth. I'm ruthless | |
| at the moment. | |
| She runs upstairs, giggling. The room is drying out, | |
| turning into a husk. | |
| JOEL VOICE-OVER | |
| (calling after her) | |
| I didn't want to go. I was I really | |
| should go. I really too nervous. I | |
| thought, need to catch my ride. | |
| maybe you were a nut. But you were | |
| exciting. You called from upstairs. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (flat) | |
| So go. | |
| JOEL | |
| I did. I walked out the door. I | |
| felt like a scared little kid. I | |
| thought you knew that about me. I | |
| ran back to the bonfire, trying to | |
| outrun my humiliation. You said, | |
| "so go" with such disdain. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (poking her head | |
| downstairs) | |
| What if you stay this time? | |
| JOEL | |
| I walked out the door. There's no | |
| more memory. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Come back and make up a good-bye at | |
| least. Let's pretend we had one. | |
| 115. | |
| Clementine comes downstairs, vague and robotic, making her | |
| way through the decaying environment. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Bye, Joel. | |
| JOEL | |
| I love you. | |
| She smiles. They kiss. It fades. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I -- | |
| 146 EXT. BEACH - NIGHT 146 | |
| Joel finds himself hurrying back to the bonfire. This | |
| scene, too, is disintegrating. It dries up and Joel is just | |
| standing there on a faded beach at night, the bonfire | |
| frozen in the distance like a photograph. | |
| 147 INT/EXT. ROB AND CARRIE'S CAR - NIGHT 147 | |
| Joel sits in the back seat, Rob and Carrie are in the | |
| front. | |
| CARRIE | |
| Did you have fun? | |
| Joel nods glumly. | |
| Carrie continues to talk, but her voice goes under as Joel | |
| studies the faded husks of memories, piled up like refuse | |
| outside the moving car window. | |
| He sees dried-out version of previous interactions with | |
| Clementine playing out in loops. He looks back and sees the | |
| memory of his ride home from the beach with Rob and Carrie. | |
| It, too, is decaying. Soon all has crumbled into dust. | |
| Everything goes black. | |
| 148 INT. JOEL'S BEDROOM - EARLY MORNING 148 | |
| Howard watches the monitor. The last specks of light are | |
| fading. It grows dark. He is tired, his eyes are hollow. He | |
| turns to Stan, who is staring out the window at the dawn. | |
| 116. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| Okay. | |
| Stan turns and wordlessly begins the clean-up. He pulls the | |
| electrodes off of Joel's scalp, coils cable, packs bags. | |
| Howard dials the bedside phone. He waits as it rings. | |
| HOLLIS'S VOICE | |
| Hi, you've reached the Mierzwiaks. | |
| We can't come to -- | |
| Howard hangs up. | |
| 149 INT. MIERZWIAK'S OFFICE AREA - EARLY MORNING 149 | |
| Mary sits in the corner listening to the tape and crying. | |
| MARY'S VOICE | |
| -- then you said I had to have a, | |
| y'know, an abortion. | |
| MIERZWIAK'S VOICE | |
| Mary, you know we both agreed to | |
| that. | |
| MARY'S VOICE | |
| You said, it would be for the best. | |
| MIERZWIAK'S VOICE | |
| I think it was. | |
| MARY'S VOICE | |
| But I can't forget about the baby, | |
| Howard! My baby. Our baby. | |
| MIERZWIAK'S VOICE | |
| That's why we need to take this | |
| additional step, sweetheart. So you | |
| can be the happy Mary you once | |
| were. | |
| MARY | |
| Yes. | |
| 150 EXT. JOEL'S APARTMENT BUILDING - EARLY MORNING 150 | |
| Stan and Howard load the last of the equipment into the | |
| back of the van. He and Howard look at each other. | |
| STAN | |
| 117. | |
| So, I've got to drop the van off. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| Thanks, Stan. Thanks. | |
| (beat) | |
| We'll talk. | |
| Stan doesn't respond, just gets in the van and drives off. | |
| 151 INT/EXT. CLEMENTINE'S CAR - EARLY MORNING 151 | |
| Patrick and Clementine are heading home from Boston. | |
| Clementine is silent and depressed. Patrick tries to break | |
| the silence. | |
| PATRICK | |
| You want to stop for coffee or | |
| something? | |
| Clementine shakes her head "no." Long silence. | |
| PATRICK | |
| Well, it was sure beautiful on that | |
| river. Thanks for sharing it with | |
| me. | |
| Clementine doesn't say anything. Silence. | |
| PATRICK | |
| We'll do it again soon. | |
| 152 EXT. CITY STREET - EARLY MORNING 152 | |
| Stan parks the van in front of "Lacuna." He gets out, | |
| crosses to his car. Mary is walking out of the office with | |
| a cardboard box of stuff. | |
| STAN | |
| Hey. | |
| MARY | |
| (walking past him toward | |
| her car) | |
| Hey. | |
| STAN | |
| I take it you're not coming back. | |
| Got your stuff, I see. | |
| MARY | |
| 118. | |
| That's right. My stuff. | |
| STAN | |
| I don't blame you. I wouldn't come | |
| back either. | |
| Mary stops and turns back to Stan. | |
| MARY | |
| Do you swear you didn't know? | |
| STAN | |
| I swear. | |
| MARY | |
| So you didn't do the erasing. | |
| STAN | |
| Of course not. God. No. | |
| MARY | |
| (studies him) | |
| And you never even suspected we | |
| were together? Never saw us | |
| behaving in any unusual way | |
| together? | |
| STAN | |
| Once, maybe. | |
| She watches him closely, waiting for him to continue. | |
| STAN | |
| It was here. At his car. I was | |
| coming back from a job and spotted | |
| you together. You seemed caught. I | |
| waved. You giggled. | |
| MARY | |
| How did I look? | |
| STAN | |
| (beat) | |
| Happy. Happy with a secret. | |
| Mary starts to cry. | |
| MARY | |
| And after that? | |
| STAN | |
| 119. | |
| I never saw you together like that | |
| again. So I figured I was imagining | |
| things. | |
| Mary says nothing. | |
| STAN | |
| I really like you, Mary. You know | |
| that. | |
| MARY | |
| Do you remember anything else? What | |
| I was wearing? Was I standing close | |
| to him? Was I leaning against his | |
| car like I owned it? How did he | |
| look at me when I giggled? Tell me | |
| everything. | |
| STAN | |
| (thinking) | |
| You were in red. That red sweater | |
| with the little flowers, I think. | |
| You were leaning against his car. | |
| (thinking) | |
| He looked a little like a kid. Kind | |
| of goofy and wide-eyed. I'd never | |
| seen him look like that before. | |
| Happy. You looked beautiful. You | |
| looked in love. | |
| MARY | |
| (heading toward her car) | |
| Thanks, Stan. | |
| She stops but doesn't turn to face him. | |
| MARY | |
| You're really nice. | |
| (beat) | |
| But I love him. I knew I loved him. | |
| I knew it! Now I know. So what am I | |
| supposed to do? | |
| He nods. She waves without looking back and heads to her | |
| car. | |
| When she arrives at it and opens the trunk, we see that is | |
| already filled with boxes and boxes of Lacuna files. She | |
| adds the last box and closes the trunk. | |
| 153 INT. JOEL'S BEDROOM - MORNING 153 | |
| 120. | |
| Joel awakens. The apartment is neat, like when he went to | |
| sleep. He gets out of bed and heads into the bathroom. | |
| 154 EXT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - MORNING 154 | |
| Joel sees the dent in his car, doesn't know why it's there. | |
| He touches it, looks around. | |
| 155 EXT. COMMUTER TRAIN STATION - MORNING 155 | |
| Joel waits on the crowded platform. The platform across the | |
| tracks is empty. Joel's train arrives. It's packed. He | |
| squeezes on with all the other commuters. | |
| 156 INT/EXT. MARY'S CAR - MORNING 156 | |
| Mary listens to her tape on the car radio. She cries. The | |
| backseat of her car is piled high with Lacuna files. | |
| 157 INT. JOEL'S OFFICE - MORNING 157 | |
| Joel works in his cubicle over the light table. He seems | |
| distracted. He dials his phone. He's nervous. | |
| JOEL | |
| Hi-- Naomi? Yeah, hi! How are you? | |
| I know, I know. It's been a long | |
| time. Not too much. You? Oh, that's | |
| great! Congratulations! Maybe I | |
| could buy you dinner to celebrate? | |
| Tonight? I'm free. Okay, good! | |
| 158 INT. MARY'S APARTMENT - MORNING 158 | |
| Mary sits on the floor in an unkempt pile. Mierzwiak, | |
| tired-looking, stares out the window. After a long silence. | |
| MARY | |
| Patrick Henry said, "For my part, | |
| whatever anguish of spirit it may | |
| cost, I am willing to know the | |
| whole truth; to know the worst, and | |
| to provide for it." I found that | |
| quote last night. Patrick Henry was | |
| a great patriot, Howard. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| 121. | |
| It's a good quote. | |
| MARY | |
| I don't like what you do to people. | |
| MIERZWIAK | |
| I understand. I'm sorry. | |
| (beat) | |
| I really do need the files back, | |
| Mary. | |
| MARY | |
| No. The memories are mine now. | |
| 159 EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT 159 | |
| Joel and Naomi walk, both bundled up. | |
| NAOMI | |
| (oddly cautious) | |
| So-- you haven't been involved with | |
| anyone in all this time? | |
| JOEL | |
| It's been a pretty lonely couple of | |
| years. | |
| NAOMI | |
| I'm sorry. | |
| JOEL | |
| Well, it was my fault -- the break- | |
| up. I'm sorry. I don't even know | |
| what happened. | |
| NAOMI | |
| Oh, sweetie. It really does cut | |
| both ways. We were taking each | |
| other for granted and -- | |
| JOEL | |
| I miss you. | |
| NAOMI | |
| Miss you, too. | |
| (awkward pause) | |
| I have been seeing someone for a | |
| little while. | |
| JOEL | |
| (trying for enthusiasm) | |
| Oh! Great. That's great! | |
| 122. | |
| NAOMI | |
| A religion instructor. A good guy. | |
| He's a good guy. | |
| JOEL | |
| I'm sorry. I really shouldn't have | |
| - - | |
| NAOMI | |
| I'm glad you called. | |
| There is a silence and then Naomi kisses Joel. | |
| 160 INT. CLEMENTINE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 160 | |
| Clementine lies in bed crying. Patrick sits by the window | |
| and flips furiously through Joel's journal looking for | |
| tips. | |
| 161 EXT. COMMUTER TRAIN STATION - MORNING 161 | |
| It's gray. The platform is packed with business commuters: | |
| suits, overcoats. There is such a lack of color it almost | |
| seems as if the scene is in black and white. A man holds a | |
| red heart-shaped box. The platform across the tracks is | |
| empty. | |
| As an almost empty train pulls up to that platform, Joel | |
| breaks out of the crowd, lurches up the stairs two at a | |
| time, hurries across the overpass and down the stairs to | |
| the other side, just as the empty train stops. The doors | |
| open and Joel gets on the train. | |
| 162 INT. CLEMENTINE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 162 | |
| Joel says goodbye to Clementine. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| So you'll call me, right? | |
| JOEL | |
| Yeah. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| When? | |
| JOEL | |
| Tomorrow? | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| 123. | |
| Tonight. Just to test out the phone | |
| lines. | |
| JOEL | |
| Yeah. | |
| Joel exits. We stay on Clementine as she watches Joel head | |
| to his car. | |
| 163 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 163 | |
| Joel enters, drops his overcoat on a chair, and hurriedly | |
| dials the phone. | |
| NAOMI'S VOICE | |
| Hello? | |
| JOEL | |
| Hi, Naomi, it's Joel. | |
| (beat) | |
| How's it going? | |
| NAOMI'S VOICE | |
| Good. I called you at work today. | |
| They said you were home sick. | |
| JOEL | |
| I know. I had to take the day to | |
| think. | |
| NAOMI'S VOICE | |
| Yeah, I tried you at home, too. Did | |
| you get my message? | |
| JOEL | |
| I just got in. | |
| NAOMI'S VOICE | |
| Long day's thinking into night. | |
| Joel flips on messages with volume down. | |
| JOEL | |
| Yeah, I suppose so. | |
| NAOMI ON MACHINE | |
| (cheerful) | |
| Hi. They told me you were sick! So- | |
| - Where are you?! I had a really | |
| nice time last night. Just wanted | |
| to say hi, so-- hi. Call me. I'm | |
| home. Call me, call me, call me! | |
| 124. | |
| NAOMI'S VOICE | |
| That's me. | |
| JOEL | |
| There you are. | |
| (pause) | |
| Naomi, it's just-- I'm afraid if we | |
| fall back into this fast without | |
| considering the problems we had-- | |
| NAOMI | |
| (long exhalation) | |
| Okay, Joel. I suppose you're right. | |
| JOEL | |
| I had a good time last night. I | |
| really did. | |
| NAOMI | |
| So I'm going to get some sleep. I'm | |
| glad you're okay. | |
| JOEL | |
| We'll speak soon. | |
| NAOMI | |
| 'Night. | |
| She hangs up and Joel stands there for a minute feeling | |
| creepy, then he dials the number on his hand. | |
| CLEMENTINE'S VOICE | |
| What took you so long? | |
| JOEL | |
| I just walked in. | |
| CLEMENTINE'S VOICE | |
| Hmmm. Do you miss me? | |
| JOEL | |
| Oddly enough, I do. | |
| CLEMENTINE'S VOICE | |
| Ha Ha! You said, "I do." I guess | |
| that means we're married. | |
| JOEL | |
| I guess so. | |
| CLEMENTINE'S VOICE | |
| Tomorrow night-- honeymoon on ice. | |
| 125. | |
| 164 EXT. CHARLES RIVER - NIGHT 164 | |
| Clementine steps out onto the ice. Joel follows nervously. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Don't worry. It's really solid this | |
| time of year. | |
| JOEL | |
| I don't know. | |
| She takes his hand and he is suddenly imbued with | |
| confidence. | |
| JOEL | |
| This is so beautiful. | |
| She squeezes his hand. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Isn't it? | |
| She runs and slides on the ice. She slips and falls hard on | |
| her ass. Joel is by himself now, watching her. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (laughing) | |
| Ouch! My ass. Oh my God! | |
| JOEL | |
| You okay? | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Yeah, come join me. | |
| JOEL | |
| I don't know. What if it breaks? | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| What if? Do you really care right | |
| now? | |
| Clementine lies on her back and stares up at the stars. | |
| Joel is paralyzed. He looks back at the shore. | |
| JOEL | |
| I think I should go back. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Joel, come here. Please. | |
| 126. | |
| He hesitates then gingerly makes his way over to her. She | |
| reaches for his hand and gently pulls him down. He lies on | |
| his back beside her, their bodies touching. He wants to | |
| turn to her, but out of shyness, doesn't. She holds his | |
| hand. They look up at the stars. She smiles, doesn't say | |
| anything and snuggles closer to him. | |
| JOEL | |
| Listen, did you want to make love? | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Make love? | |
| JOEL | |
| Have sex. Y'know -- I don't know | |
| what you call it. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Oh, um-- | |
| JOEL | |
| Because I just am not drunk enough | |
| or stoned enough to make that | |
| happen right now. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| That's okay. I -- | |
| JOEL | |
| I'm sorry. I just wanted to say | |
| that. This seems like the perfect | |
| romantic exotic place to do it and | |
| - - | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Hey, Joel -- | |
| JOEL | |
| -- and I'm just too nervous around | |
| you right now. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I'm nervous, too. | |
| JOEL | |
| Yeah? I wouldn't have thought that. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Well, you obviously don't know me. | |
| JOEL | |
| I'm nervous because I have an | |
| enormous crush on you. | |
| 127. | |
| She smiles up at the sky. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Show me which constellations you | |
| know. | |
| JOEL | |
| Um-- oh-- I don't know any. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Show me which ones you know! | |
| JOEL | |
| Okay. There's Osidius. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Where? | |
| JOEL | |
| There. See? It's sort of a swoop | |
| and then a cross? Osidius the | |
| Emphatic. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| You're full of shit. Right? | |
| She looks at him. He continues to study the sky. | |
| JOEL | |
| Nope. Osidius the Emphatic. Right | |
| there. Swoop and cross. | |
| She punches him in the arm, looks back at the sky. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Shut the fuck up. | |
| 165 INT. JOEL'S CAR - MORNING 165 | |
| Joel drives and sips from a paper cup of coffee. Clementine | |
| is asleep in the seat next to him. He pulls up in front of | |
| her house. He sits there for a few moments, shyly uncertain | |
| about waking her; she seems so peaceful. He gingerly | |
| touches her arm. She doesn't wake. He touches it again. | |
| Still nothing. He touches her face. | |
| JOEL | |
| (whispering) | |
| Clementine? | |
| Nothing. He sits there. He shakes her a little. | |
| 128. | |
| JOEL | |
| I'm sorry to have to wake you but - | |
| - | |
| She opens her eyes. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (groggy smile) | |
| Hey. | |
| JOEL | |
| Hi. I'm sorry to wake you but we're | |
| here. | |
| She cranes her neck, sees her house. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Okay. | |
| (closes her eyes again, | |
| beat) | |
| Can I come over to your house? To | |
| sleep? I'm so tired. | |
| JOEL | |
| (beat) | |
| Yeah, sure. Okay. It's probably a | |
| mess. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Let me get my toothbrush. | |
| Joel nods. She smiles and leaves the car. Joel watches her | |
| head to the house. He leans his head back against the | |
| headrest and closes his eyes. | |
| He's happy, tired, and a bit anxious. He opens his eyes and | |
| casually watches a distant figure walking in the direction | |
| of Clementine's house on the otherwise empty sidewalk. As | |
| the figure nears, Joel sees it's a young man. | |
| The young man gets closer and we see that it's Patrick. | |
| Joel watches him without any particular interest; it's just | |
| something to look at. Patrick gets close and seems to be | |
| about to head up to Clementine's house when he happens to | |
| glance into Joel's car and spots Joel. | |
| He reacts but barely and keeps walking down the block past | |
| Clementine's house. Joel watches in his rearview mirror as | |
| Patrick continues down the street. Joel closes his eyes | |
| again. After a few moments there's a tap on the driver's- | |
| side window. Joel opens his eyes and sees Patrick standing | |
| there. | |
| 129. | |
| Joel rolls down his window. | |
| JOEL | |
| Yes? | |
| PATRICK | |
| Can I help you? | |
| JOEL | |
| What do you mean? | |
| PATRICK | |
| Can I help you with something? | |
| JOEL | |
| No. | |
| Patrick doesn't know how to continue. He takes another | |
| stab. | |
| PATRICK | |
| What are you doing here? | |
| JOEL | |
| I'm not really sure what you're | |
| asking me. | |
| PATRICK | |
| Oh. | |
| (long pause) | |
| So I was just wondering if I could | |
| bum a cigarette, mister. | |
| JOEL | |
| No, I don't smoke. Sorry. | |
| PATRICK | |
| Okay, thanks. | |
| Patrick walks off. Joel watches him again in his rearview | |
| mirror. | |
| 166 INT. CLEMENTINE'S APARTMENT - MORNING 166 | |
| Clementine wanders around putting things in an overnight | |
| bag. | |
| Her toothbrush is in her mouth. She's being overly | |
| selective in her choice of a change of clothing and | |
| toiletries. A phone message is playing in the background. | |
| PATRICK'S VOICE | |
| 130. | |
| -- so where are you, Clem? I'm | |
| worried. I feel like you're mad at | |
| me and I don't know what I did. | |
| What did I do? I love you so much. | |
| I'd do anything to make you happy. | |
| Just tell me what you want me to do | |
| and I'll do it. Listen, I'm going | |
| to stop by in the morning just to | |
| make sure you're okay. I'm worried. | |
| 167 INT. JOEL'S CAR - MORNING 167 | |
| Joel waits. Clementine emerges from her place with her | |
| overnight bag and her mail. She gets into the car. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Vamanos, senor. | |
| Joel smiles at her, starts the car and drives off. They | |
| pass Patrick sitting on someone's stoop watching them. | |
| Neither of them notices him. Clementine sifts through her | |
| mail. | |
| JOEL | |
| I had a really nice time last | |
| night. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Nice? | |
| JOEL | |
| I had the best fucking time I've | |
| ever had in my fucking life last | |
| night. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| That's better, senor. | |
| She looks at a small padded manila envelope with her name | |
| and address scrawled on it. She rips it open, pulls out a | |
| note and an audio cassette. She reads the note. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| This is weird. | |
| (reading aloud) | |
| Dear Clementine. We've met but you | |
| don't remember me. I worked for a | |
| company you hired to have part of | |
| your memory erased. | |
| JOEL | |
| It's a teaser ad or something. | |
| 131. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (reading) | |
| You've erased your two year | |
| relationship with Joel Barish from | |
| your memory. | |
| JOEL | |
| Jesus, that's creepy. How'd they | |
| know we even know each other? | |
| Clementine shrugs and inserts the cassette in the tape | |
| player. (note: the tape plays throughout the scene under | |
| Joel and Clementine's dialogue) | |
| CLEMENTINE'S VOICE | |
| My name is Clementine Kruczynski | |
| and I'm here to erase Joel Barish. | |
| MIERZWIAK'S VOICE | |
| Tell me all about your | |
| relationship. | |
| CLEMENTINE'S VOICE | |
| Well, he's a giant asshole. Is that | |
| enough? | |
| MIERZWIAK'S VOICE | |
| No, I'm afraid we really do need to | |
| delve. | |
| JOEL | |
| What is this? | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I don't know. | |
| CLEMENTINE'S VOICE | |
| I can't stand to even look at him. | |
| His pathetic, wimpy, apologetic | |
| smile. That sort of wounded puppy | |
| shit he does. Y'know? Is it so much | |
| to ask for an actual man to have | |
| sex with? | |
| JOEL | |
| What are you doing? | |
| CLEMENTINE'S VOICE | |
| 132. | |
| -- I might as well be a lesbian. At | |
| least I could have someone pretty | |
| to look at while I'm fucking. Not | |
| that we fuck anymore. I mean, I | |
| don't call it fucking on the rare | |
| occasions that it happens. Not | |
| fucking-- faking. Honey, let's fake | |
| tonight. Make a few faces, get it | |
| over with. Shit- | |
| JOEL | |
| Why did you make this tape? | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I didn't do this! I completely | |
| don't understand what you're doing. | |
| JOEL CLEMENTINE | |
| It's your voice! I know! | |
| CLEMENTINE'S VOICE | |
| -- Now the only fuel keeping it | |
| going is my feeling sorry for him. | |
| He's so needy. The way he looks at | |
| me, like I should be ashamed of | |
| myself for going out and having | |
| some fun in my life. I mean, I've | |
| got to have it somewhere, right? I | |
| suppose I could sit and watch | |
| television with him until we both | |
| kick. There's a plan. Y'know Joel | |
| is a guy who is never going to do | |
| anything with his life-- | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Joel, I don't understand. I swear. | |
| CLEMENTINE'S VOICE | |
| -- I remember this time I made him | |
| come out onto this frozen river | |
| with me. He was terrified. Like a | |
| goddamn girl-- | |
| Joel turns the car around. | |
| JOEL | |
| So someone just recorded you saying | |
| this without you knowing you were | |
| saying it. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| 133. | |
| I don't know! Maybe it's This is | |
| fucked up! That's some kind of | |
| Future thing, ridiculous. This is | |
| fucked like a look into the future. | |
| up! It's called A Christmas Like | |
| that thing in Scrooge! Carol, not | |
| Scrooge. Maybe some force is trying | |
| to help us. I think I've read about | |
| that happening. I'm sure I have. | |
| CLEMENTINE'S VOICE | |
| -- Ugh. I don't want to think about | |
| all the time I've wasted in this | |
| quote- unquote relationship. Isn't | |
| it about fun? | |
| Joel stops the car in back in front of Clementine's house. | |
| She's crying. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I didn't say this. I don't know | |
| what this is. Look, I just -- | |
| She stops talking. | |
| CLEMENTINE'S VOICE | |
| -- I mean, shouldn't the good times | |
| out number the shit times? I don't | |
| know. I don't know what the hell to | |
| expect. But the bloom is certainly | |
| fucking off the rose at this point. | |
| I want to have kids. I can't be | |
| wasting my time with this kind of | |
| disaster. Not to mention, do I want | |
| my kids to have his creepy little | |
| genes? | |
| Joel just stares straight ahead. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (quietly, resignedly) | |
| Okay. I'm gonna go. | |
| She gets out of the car. | |
| CLEMENTINE'S VOICE | |
| --How could I even look at them if | |
| they looked like him? How could | |
| anybody? Y'know, I think about | |
| that-- | |
| Joel ejects the tape, hands it to her, and closes the door. | |
| 134. | |
| He drives off, leaving her just standing there, crying. | |
| After a moment, Patrick appears seemingly from nowhere. | |
| PATRICK | |
| Clem, what's wrong? Oh, sweetheart- | |
| - I was just coming over to -- | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Get away from me! Get the fuck away | |
| from me! Get away from me! Get away | |
| from me! | |
| 168 INT. CLEMENTINE'S CAR - MORNING 168 | |
| It's a bit later. Clementine drives slowly down Joel's | |
| street. In her hand she's got a ripped out page from a | |
| phone book with his address circled. She spots his car on | |
| the street and parks behind it. | |
| 169 EXT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - MORNING 169 | |
| Clementine approaches the apartment entrance. As she nears, | |
| the door opens and Frank the neighbor emerges. He holds the | |
| door open for her. | |
| FRANK | |
| Hey, Clementine. | |
| She has no idea who he is and she's freaked out. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Hey. | |
| 170 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT BUILDING - MORNING 170 | |
| Clementine watches the hall looking at apartment numbers | |
| until she comes to Joel's. The door is ajar. Inside she can | |
| hear Joel's voice, but can't make out what he's saying. She | |
| stands there for a moment then enters. | |
| 171 INT. JOEL'S APARTMENT - DAY 171 | |
| Clementine looks around; the place is not what she | |
| expected. | |
| She comes upon Joel in his study. The room looks as if it's | |
| been ransacked. He's listening to a tape of his own voice | |
| and holding a drawing. She stands and listens, too, | |
| unbeknownst to him. | |
| 135. | |
| JOEL'S VOICE | |
| -- that's Clementine all over. | |
| Complete selfishness. Complete and | |
| utter disregard for anyone else's | |
| feelings. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Hi. | |
| He looks, up, his eyes are red-rimmed and wild-looking. | |
| They stare at each other. | |
| JOEL | |
| Hey. | |
| Joel's taped voice drones on in the background. He holds up | |
| the drawing for Clementine to see. It's the picture of her | |
| in the skeleton costume. | |
| JOEL | |
| Look what I found. | |
| She studies it, touched and confused. She doesn't know what | |
| to say. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Well, you made me look skinny. | |
| JOEL'S VOICE | |
| She's like a train wreck, tearing | |
| people apart leaving chaos and | |
| destruction in her wake. And -- | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| It's a nice place you have. | |
| JOEL | |
| Thanks. Y'know, it's-- relatively | |
| cheap. I like it. The location's | |
| good. It's not usually this messy. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| It's nice. | |
| JOEL'S VOICE | |
| -- seems obvious to me that it's | |
| all based on some kind of mammoth | |
| insecurity. | |
| JOEL | |
| I'm sorry I yelled at you. | |
| JOEL'S VOICE | |
| 136. | |
| She plays at being this rebel, | |
| free-spirit. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| It's okay. | |
| (beat) | |
| I like you so much. I hate that I | |
| said mean things about you. | |
| JOEL | |
| I'll turn this off. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| No. I think it's-- I think it's | |
| only fair. | |
| JOEL'S VOICE | |
| I mean, the whole thing with the | |
| hair? It's all bullshit. And it's | |
| sort of pathetic when you're thirty | |
| and you're still doing that shit. | |
| JOEL | |
| I really like your hair. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Thank you. | |
| JOEL | |
| Can I get you something to drink? | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Do you have any whiskey? I'm cold. | |
| JOEL | |
| Yeah. | |
| Clementine enters the study as Joel exits into the kitchen. | |
| 172 INT. KITCHEN - DAY 172 | |
| Joel finds his almost empty bottle of scotch in the | |
| cabinet. | |
| He pours the little left into two glasses, exits. | |
| 173 INT. JOEL'S STUDY - DAY 173 | |
| Joel enters with the two glasses of whiskey. Clementine | |
| sits on the couch, looking stunned. He hands her a glass. | |
| 137. | |
| JOEL | |
| Sorry, I thought there was more. | |
| JOEL'S VOICE | |
| -- that's what's occurred to me | |
| that night, that the only way Clem | |
| thinks she can get people to like | |
| her is to fuck them or at least | |
| dangle the possibility of getting | |
| fucked in front of them. And I | |
| think she's so desperate and | |
| insecure that she'll sooner or | |
| later she'll just go around fucking | |
| everyone. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I don't do that. | |
| JOEL | |
| I wouldn't have thought so. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Because I don't. | |
| JOEL | |
| I know. | |
| Joel turns off the tape. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (crying) | |
| Because it really hurts me that you | |
| said that. Because I don't do that. | |
| JOEL | |
| Okay. I'm sorry. | |
| They both stare off. Finally: | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I'm sorry about this. I'm Okay. | |
| Yeah. | |
| JOEL | |
| I'm sorry. going to go. I'm a | |
| little confused. I don't think I | |
| can be here. | |
| Clementine gets up. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| So-- bye. It was nice meeting you | |
| and all. | |
| 138. | |
| JOEL | |
| Yeah, you too. I had a good time. | |
| She exits. | |
| 174 INT. APARTMENT HALLWAY - DAY 174 | |
| Clementine walks down the hall. Joel appears behind her. | |
| JOEL | |
| Hey, wait. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| What? | |
| JOEL | |
| I just wanted to-- | |
| He doesn't know what to say, stops. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| What? | |
| JOEL | |
| I just wanted to-- Um, I was just | |
| wondering-- how your bruise is? | |
| From falling. Y'know? | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| It hurts. My ass is purple. | |
| JOEL | |
| I'm sorry. It was a nasty fall. I | |
| mean, it was sort of funny once I | |
| realized you weren't dead. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| I'm good for a laugh, anyway. | |
| JOEL | |
| No, that's not what I meant. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Anyway, look, I'm gonna go. Take | |
| care of yourself. | |
| JOEL | |
| You too. | |
| She heads down the hall. | |
| 139. | |
| JOEL | |
| Wait! | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| What? | |
| JOEL | |
| I came up with another hair color. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (not turning) | |
| Oh, yeah? | |
| JOEL | |
| Brown versus The Board of | |
| Education. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (walking, no change of | |
| expression) | |
| It's a little cumbersome. | |
| JOEL | |
| Wait! | |
| She stops and turns. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| (impatiently) | |
| What, Joel? What do you want? | |
| JOEL | |
| (at a loss) | |
| I don't know. | |
| JOEL | |
| (pause) | |
| Just wait. I just want you to wait | |
| for a while. | |
| They lock eyes for a long moment: Clementine stone-faced, | |
| Joel with a worried, knit brow. Clementine cracks up. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Okay. | |
| JOEL | |
| Really? | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| 140. | |
| I'm not a concept, Joel. I'm just a | |
| fucked-up girl who is looking for | |
| my own peace of mind. I'm not | |
| perfect. | |
| JOEL | |
| I can't think of anything I don't | |
| like about you right now. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| But you will. You will think of | |
| things. And I'll get bored with you | |
| and feel trapped because that's | |
| what happens with me. | |
| JOEL | |
| Okay. | |
| CLEMENTINE | |
| Okay. | |
| THE END | |