INT. OGBYN ROOM – DAY
We start with a static shot out of a window in this doctor’s office. We see a beautiful glossy fall day – the kind of thing that has been filmed many times before – the colors burn in their autumnal splendor – the rain trails down the window while everything else appears to be wrapped in cellophane.
Lisa (23) is putting on her clothes in the doctor’s office. Lisa is a beautiful young woman – classically beautiful – the type of woman you want to love, but have no shot at. Lisa has kind, but very pained eyes, deep brown, the color of molasses glazed ebony.
Doctor Martin (38) comes into the room.
The camera is outside the window as Doctor Martin and Lisa begin to speak. Lisa is clearly upset about something. The camera pulls away from the window and pans around to reveal the falls streets.
This is where her story begins – these events are what happened to her – to she – to Lisa. I’m just a narrator who knew Lisa – I was a moment in her life – a heartbeat – but like I said, this is her story.
EXT. CENTRAL PARK – DAY
Lisa is walking through Central Park on a poetic fall day – maybe she is walking through poet’s row – its bright and people all walk and move the world in their own way. The camera dollies back as Lisa walks forward
Lisa is walking Bear a small tri-colored Beagle
EXT. DEAN AND DELUCA – DAY
The camera dollies from right to left as Lisa walks out of the coffee shop and takes a bite out of a scone – she presents the rest to Bear who has no problem accepting it.
INT. YOGA CLASS – DAY
The camera dollies left to right across a yoga class. We see various women doing the poses – we arrive on Lisa mid yoga position – Bear is lying down next to her on his own mat.
During the montage we hear the following Narration
This is the part of the story where I explain Lisa’s everyday life to you. It doesn’t matter how it is described since this story is only one version of many – conjectures about times and faces – small details that have been added or subtracted to fit Lisa’s personal experience. It is no more true or false than any other version of this story and that’s why it is all that much more important that it is being recreated precisely – through Lisa’s eyes.
INT. LISA’S APARTMENT – DAY
We are on a close-up of Lisa.
GET THE FUCK OUT!! I can’t believe you! Why her!? Does she fuck you like a whore!? Tell me GODDAMMIT!!
We cut to a wide shot and Lisa is alone in her apartment – script in hand – she is rehearsing lines – is very frustrated.
- Shit --- that sucked – why was that so bad?
She is talking to Bear – Bear just stares at her.
Lisa frequently spoke to Bear – her beagle – she spoke to him as though he understood what she was saying-
- Yeah I don’t know why either.
- She knew he didn’t.
Lisa pulls a cigarette from the pack next to her on the table – she lights up and slumps down into a comfortably worn in chair.
Drew (20) tall- angularly handsome – athletic young man walks into the room with two cups of coffee. He places one in front of Lisa who is now wearing Pajamas- Bear is no where to be found. Drew sits down and lights a cigarette for himself
Thanks bear –
Drew leans back with his coffee not saying anything, just dragging slowly off his cigarette.
Lisa stares and smiles at Drew. He catches the look and merely smiles back.
I love you Lis –
Drew leans over and kisses Lisa – they absorb one another.
They part and Lisa reaches down, picks up her cigarette and script. She is back in her original clothes – Bear is sitting next to her once again. She has just stumbled into a memory.
It was her memories that patched the gaps in time now. Her daily life often became so unentertaining that without prompting, her brain would insert a moment in her life that somehow fit perfectly into the vacancy of time and space – as if each moment we live has no rational chronological order, but rather is completely mutable – something that is meant to be felt and not remembered – at some point the phone rang.
Lisa looks around with a slight ere of confusion. She pets Bear – gets and moves into her bedroom.
INT. LISA’S BEDROOM – DAY
Lisa opens her drawer and roots around for a moment – produces a copy of ‘She’s Come Undone’ – opening it we see that it is hollow in the middle – a small pipe and sack of weed rest in the center.
Lisa is sitting on her bed Indian style take a large hit off the pipe. Mozart plays while candles burn – this is almost like ritualistic meditation.
The Phone rings.