MEMOIRS
by
Will Fetters
Revised:
October 27 2008
EXT. SMITH রাস্তা STATION -- BROOKLYN -- NIGHT
It's very late. It's quiet. Just the sounds of The City.
A WOMAN in her late thirties, wearing a hospital ID on a
lanyard around her neck, waits alone at one end of the station
platform. We meet her silhouetted against the Lower Manhattan
skyline where we find The Twin Towers of the World Trade Center
still standing in the distance.
TWO TEENAGE BOYS with hand drawn gang tats wait at the other
end of the platform. They speak loud, SLURRED SPANISH to each
other and pass a menthol cigarette between them. They appear...
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