Life's Too Short 2nd Draft - Script (Re-Mix)

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INTERIOR - HOSPITAL ROOM - EVENING


DAUGHTER and MOTHER in hospital room. They look as though
they have been visiting for a long time today. Get the sense
this has been a routine. Regular visits and regular times
lasting for hours. MOTHER doesn't have many machines hooked
up to her, but has oxygen available and a drip and heart
monitor. DAUGHTER holds a newspaper but isn't reading it,
they are just engaged with one another in a peaceful silence.
There is a book on the table in front of her. MOTHER is very
very sick. Every word is a struggle. There is a natural
decline and drift as the scene progresses.


DAUGHTER
Do you want me to read you the
headlines and you can decide what
stories you're interested in?


MOTHER
Not tonight. I'm feeling tired.
Enough business.


DAUGHTER
Wow, I don't believe I've ever
heard you say anything like that
before. That's practically
blasphemy for a Collins, isn't it?


MOTHER
(smiling) Perhaps. But I know the
business is in good hands. I'm not
worried.


DAUGHTER
Yes, great hands. (smiling) I've
got buyers lined up down the block.
I'm going to retire and move to
Fiji the minute your back is
turned.


MOTHER
(laughing gently) If that's what
you want, that's fine by me.


DAUGHTER
I don't think so, no. I wouldn't
like to let it go. I am my mother's
daughter, after all.


MOTHER
You work too hard.


DAUGHTER
Pot, Kettle?


MOTHER
Why don't you read me something
from your book?


DAUGHTER
Oh, I don't know if you'd like it.
It's just poetry.


MOTHER
Poetry!


DAUGHTER
I know, probably a waste of time,
but some of them are so beautiful.


MOTHER
Read me one...


DAUGHTER
I feel kind of silly.


MOTHER
You shouldn't. Please.


DAUGHTER
OK. This is a short one; People on
patterns and prayers - And patterns
and prayers - And patterns and
people - We are the prayer sayers -
Repeating rhythms -Tracing
traditions - Stealing scales and
cutting chords and making history
of prehistoric - patterns, coming
back up and out of our shells, from
our hearts, whose every - beat is a
prayer - There's something I love -
I swear - something's there - A
pattern, a prayer


There is a long pause here as though both women are thinking.
DAUGHTER (forgive the direction) is awkward. Poetry and art
are things they didn't have time for in her house and
emotions are not matters for discussion. She'd never have
gone to her mother with an emotional issue, for comfort.


MOTHER
When you were small I felt it was
so important to make a life for us
that I missed out on a lot. You
missed out on a lot. But...
(pauses for a beat) There are two
things we can never have enough of.


DAUGHTER
Yes, money and power, right?


MOTHER
No, my dear. Time and love. (she
drifts off finally, only by
DAUGHTER'S reaction do we know
she's gone)


DAUGHTER
(hesitates) I'm sure you're right
about time. But there has been
enough love, Mother, there's been
enough love.

Created: May 06, 2013

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