Hannah and Her Sisters Woody Allen 1987
EXT. STREET OUTSIDE FREDERICK'S LOFT - NIGHT Lee walks along the sidewalk in the rain; she's bareheaded. The streets are dark. A car drives by; a pedestrian passes holding an umbrella. Lee passes a restaurant well lit inside by hanging lamps. The baroque music continues as she enters the loft, her head soaked. She closes the door, touching her soaking hair. FREDERICK (offscreen) You're late. Lee walks through the loft's living room area, unbelting her coat, towards the bathroom. She passes Frederick, who sits at a table in the kitchen area, drinking a cup of coffee and reading the paper. A plate with a half-eaten sandwich sits in front of him. The music stops. LEE (opening the bathroom door) Lucy and I kept talking, and I didn't realize how late it had gotten. FREDERICK (barely glancing up from his paper) You missed a very dull TV show about Auschwitz. More gruesome film clips...and more puzzled intellectuals declaring their mystification over the systematic murder of millions. As he talks, Lee is seen turning on the bathroom light. She takes off her coat, hanging it on a hook, then begins to dry her hair with a towel. FREDERICK (turning his head slightly in Lee's direction and gesturing) The reason why they could never answer the question "How could it possibly happen?" is that it's the wrong question. Given what people are, the question is (swallowing) "Why doesn't it happen more often?" Of course it does, in subtler forms. Frederick takes a bite of his sandwich and another sip of coffee as Lee walks out of the bathroom, tossing the towel down on the counter. LEE (moving her fingers through her wet hair) I have a little headache from this weather. She takes a kettle and fills it with water. FREDERICK (grunting, sipping his coffee) It's been ages since I sat in front of the TV... just changing channels to find something. As Frederick continues his monologue, Lee is busy in the background: striking a wooden match and lighting a burner on the stove for the kettle, taking a glass out of the cupboard, walking into the bathroom for some pills, filling the glass with water in the kitchen sink, and taking her pills. FREDERICK You see the whole culture...Nazis, deodorant salesman, wrestlers...beauty contests, the talk show... Can you imagine the level of a mind that watches wrestling? (gesturing) Hmm? But the worst are the fundamentalist preachers...third- rate con men, telling the poor suckers that watch them that they speak for Jesus...and to please send in money. (picking up his sandwich) Money, money, money! If Jesus came back, and saw what's going on in his name, he'd never stop throwing up.