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| Scene 3 Ext. Unknown location. 23.59 Fade up. We are looking at a main road, somewhere, could be anywhere. It’s dark despite countless street lamps throwing down pools of yellow light onto the battered slabs of stone. Into the glow from one such lamp steps The Graduate. He is almost unrecognizable dressed in black combat pants and black hooded sweater, hood pulled tight over his head. He hisses an incomprehensible instruction to the cameraman before gesturing, impatiently, for him to leave. Jay slumps off; hands dug deep into pockets. Ignoring his warning, the camera follows at a safe distance. The Graduate picks up speed, he kicks distractedly at stones on the sidewalk. Eventually, as we continue to follow, the main road fades gradually away and we pass into a "bad neighborhood". The cameraman now too begins walking at some pace; turning from side to side to reveal various seedy business deals being concluded down darkened alleyways. Gangs of youths pass by in trucks with windows open, blaring loud music into the midnight air, some fire guns into the night. Still The Graduate walks, until, reaching a certain point, he stops dead in his tracks. He turns towards the road and slowly, deliberately, walks out to the center, where he inexplicably falls to his knees. With perfect timing it begins to rain, steady at first but soon pouring down from the sky in waves. The sparse traffic just avoids Jay as he kneels, occasionally shooting a barrage of obscenities in his direction. Jay stays in position for several minutes as the camera watches from a distance. Then, with no explanation, he begins to wail like a banshee… Graduate: - "NO!!!!!!!!! Leave me alone!!! I…don’t…want…to…remember…NOOOOO!!!! Stop singing! Stop singing! I don’t want to remember! Stop (bleep)ing singing! It can’t be you…" His screams descend into sobs. The camera zooms in on The Graduate and as it does so a calm seems to descend over him, he reaches into the pouch of his sweater and pulls out a small handgun. He puts it to the side of his head and pauses for what seems like an eternity. We watch in close-up as his finger hovers over the trigger and he seemingly struggles with himself. Then, with some effort, he hurls the gun away into the road, sobbing, and curls up into a fetal position in the center of the street. We fade out. To Be Continued… Scene 4 later tonight! |
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