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Adler, revisions by Toni-Ann Johnson, revisions by Cheryl Edwards
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SAVE THE LAST DANCE
by
Duane G. Adler revisions by ToniAnn Johnson
Current Revisions by
Cheryl Edwards
REWRITE  FIRST SET OF REVISIONS
Cort/Madden Company Paramount Studios 5555 Melrose Avenue Chevalier Building, Ste. Los Angeles, California
JUNE 11, 1999
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(6/11/99)
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FADE
IN:
EXT. PENNSYLVANIA COUNTRYSIDE
LONG
SHOT
DAY
of an empty stretch of land parted down the middle by railroad tracks. An Amtrak Commuter crests the horizon, heads TOWARD us. As it gets CLOSER, we GO IN TIGHTER to see 
FACE OF SARA JOHNSON
17, pressed at one of its windows.
REVERSE ANGLE  REFLECTION IN TRAIN’S WINDOW  SARA’S FACE
distant and lovely and sad. SUPERIMPOSED against an endless stream of sky and trees. The train speeds up and SARA’s face flies by, disappearing FROM FRAME.
INT. AMTRAK TRAIN  MOVING  DUSK
A zaftig BLACK WOMAN clumsily negotiates the aisle. Stops at the first of a few empty seats left in the car.
WOMAN This seat taken?
ANGLE ON SARA
looking up, around. She shakes her head, clears her backpack and magazines from the seat beside her. The Woman drops down, settles in. A long silence. The Woman glances at the American Ballet magazine on Sara’s lap. Tries to make conversation.
WOMAN I love ballet. Never had the body for it. Do you dance?
Sara folds her arms, turns away mumbling under breath.
Used to.
SARA
Sara gazes out the window. The world outside begins to dissolve melting into images from another time, another place. Her eyes stare blankly OUT AT us, blinded by her memories.
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FLASHBACK  INT. AUDITORIUM 
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KINDERGARTEN RECITAL  DAY
A stage full of fiveyearolds in tights and tutus. A little girl performs center stage. Shes remarkably poised, remarkably good. CAMERA PANS TO the audience. A woman in an Irish clover necklace springs to her feet clapping loudly. The little girls eyes catch the glint of the necklace flashes a megawatts gold. Mommy. She smile, ends the dance with an unscripted bow, as we...
INT. BALLET CLASS 
DISSOLVE TO:
EVENING (FIVE YEARS LATER)
Young Sara, lithe and earnest, dances. A budding beauty blessed with long limbs and natural grace, she makes it look easy. Gliding past the envious stares of classmates, she scans the hall for a glint of gold. Finds it in the back of the room where her mother, Glynn, stands watching her. Their eyes connect with mutual smiles and those smiles CARRY us TO:
INT. SARAS EXETER HOUSE  LIVING ROOM  DAY
A pair of flexing feet in ballet slippers on a hardwood floor. PAN UP and PULL BACK to reveal Sara at 17, dancing in the space opened up by cornered furniture and rolled up rugs. As Glynn looks on, Sara completes the routine with a pirouette. She spins out of it with a preoccupied frown on her face.
Whats the
GLYNN matter? It was good.
SARA (checks her stance in mirror) Everybody theres going to be good, Mom. I have to be better . (then, beginning again) My knees still knock when I do my free form. Did you notice that?
GLYNN I noticed that it was fine.
SARA (escalating frustration) Its not supposed to be fine. It .s supposed to be special (MORE)
(CONTINUED)
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SARA (CONTD) And it just lays there, it doesnt do anything. I bet they notice that. That it doesnt do anything. That I dont do anything special enough to get in. GLYNN Sara. Youll get in. SARA Don Myt lie because you love me. free form sucks. GLYNN (giving up that battle) Ive got something for you. Come on. Sit. Mouth closed, eyes shut. No pouting. No peeking. Sara flops down on the sofa beside her. Closes her eyes. Glynn removes the clover chain from her neck, fastens it around Saras. GLYNN For luck tomorrow. Not that you dance like an Youll need it. angel.
The necklace is Glynns talisman. knows what it Sara means to her. She throws her arms around Glynn, holds onto her tightly.
SARA I love the necklace but youre still the best luck Ill ever have.
Glynn, not one to choke up, chokes up. They each other.
cling to
INT. AMTRAK TRAIN (MOVING)  ON SARA  DUSK (PRESENT)
In the blink of her eyes, the memory fades. She pulls the window shade, shifts in her seat. Her fingers travel to the clover necklace at her throat. Linger. The Woman regards her.
WOMAN Nice... the necklace.
(CONTINUED)
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SARA Oh. Its a good luck Doesnt always work.
The Womans wearing a crucifix. Smiles.
WOMAN Mine either.
charm.
She
indicates it.
FLASHBACK  INT./EXT. BUS/RURAL ROAD  MORNING
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A sea of young white faces. A jock entertains the troops with two straws up his nose. Sara sits next to her best friend, LINDSAY, 17. Lindsay, chomping on a wad of gum, turns from the jock to Sara with a bubble in bloom, bursts it with her teeth.
LINDSAY Wanna pray? Youre leaving for Philly after first period. I won should pray.t see you. We
SARA (stupefied) Lindsay... no. Not here. Lindsay grabs Saras hand and bows her head. embarrassed, aligns her head with Lindsays. praying nobody sees them.
EXT.
LINDSAY Awesome, Father, S.J. auditions today. Shes ready for them. Please make them ready for her. Even if she screws up. Thanks. Amen.(sure shrug; another bubble) Gods gotten me outta all kinds of shit. He oughta be able to get you into Juilliard.
Sara, Shes
EXETER SENIOR HIGH SCHOOL  LATER THAT MORNING
Sara exits with a bouquet of roses, takes the steps two and three at a time. Glynns waiting in a flower van at the curb.
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INT./EXT. FLOWER VAN (DRIVING)/RESIDENTIAL STREETS
SARA Ellison  Mr. Ellison. He actually told me to break a leg.
Sara and Glynn. The back of the van is filled with flower arrangements. Glynn takes note of the roses Saras hand.
in
GLYNN Whered you get those, traitor?
(CONTINUED)
Its starting
GLYNN Roses from the principal, even droopy, outofseason yellow ones, is beyond cool, kiddo. Youre definitely movinup in the world.
to
Sara looks through the windshield. drizzle.
GLYNN Ruin everyones Valentines Day and not have a shop when I get back. Thats your definition of great? I can see the headline now:Starving Artist Kills Unfit Mother.(gently) Sweetheart, we talked about this. Ill get there as soon as I can.
SARA Know what would be great? If you didnt drop me off at the bus station. If we just kept going until we get to Philly.
Sara
looks at her and Glynn instantly feels guilty.
EXT. GREYHOUND BUS STATION (READING, PA)  CONTINUOUS ACTION
SARA Right. This is the hardest, most important day of my life and all you can do is get there as soon as you can. Thanks, Mom.
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Glynn pulls the van into the parking lot. Smiles at Sara. Sara doesnt smile back. Shes too angry. Too scared.
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SARA So I guess Ill see you later. GLYNN I wont miss your audition, Sara. I I have toll be there, okay? If swim the Susquehanna, Ill be there. SARA Swim? You cant swim, Mom. GLYNN Ill float then.
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A moment. They look at each other. Sara finally smiles. They embrace and she hops out the van. Glynn calls after her.
GLYNN Hey... Happy Valentines Day.
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INT. AMTRAK TRAIN (MOVING)  ON SARA  NIGHT (PRESENT) 13 Feigning sleep. From the corner of her eye, she watches the Woman beside her flip through the American Ballet Magazine. We move back in time through their pages.
FLASHBACK  INT. UNIVERSITY OF PENNSYLVANIA  WAITING 14 ROOM  DAY
Sara, in costume, flips through a magazine. She taps her toes, checks her watch. A phalanx of parents and dancers are clustered around a sign posted on the door: JUILLIARD SCHOOL OF DANCE AUDITIONS. Sara stares at it. Rechecks her watch. An official with a clipboard walks toward her. Wheres her mother?
INT. UNIV. OF PENNSYLVANIA  STAGE/AUDITORIUM  MOMENTS LATER
Sara on stage. She looks past a row of Juilliard JUDGES into the audience. No glint of gold. MOZARTS "Elvira Madigan" (Andante) CUES UP. Sara begins her technical. She transforms her nervousness into a notable, powerful performance. The Judges are mutely but clearly impressed. One of them looks directly at her.
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JUDGE Is there anything youd like to share about your free form before you begin? A motif... a theme?
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Saras stomach drops to her feet. Her mothers not there and her free form sucks and she doesnt have a theme. Shit!
SARA Well, its um, pretty self explanatory. The theme.
The Judges exchange a look. New MUSIC CUES UP. Some driving, CLASSICAL NUMBER. Sara tries to elevate her body above the music, but shes nervous, unsure on her feet. She keeps glancing in the back of the auditorium for Glynn. Searching for her port in the storm. Wondering where her mother is and knowing how badly shes dancing. Knowing but somehow continuing, stumbling, recovering, and finally finishing with those damned knocking knees. The Judges, eyes like stones, perfunctorily nod. Their equivalent of maybe next year. Sara chokes two words out...
Thank you.
SARA
INT. AUDITORIUM  BACKSTAGE
... Rushes backstage. Fighting tears, she hurries past waiting dancers angrily unhooking the clover leaf chain from her neck.
INT. DRESSING ROOM  DAY
Sara in street clothes. Cramming her ballet gear into a duffle bag when the official (of the clipboard) approaches her. She touches Saras shoulder gently. Says something we do not hear.
INT. OFFICE (UNIV. OF PA)  CONTINUOUS ACTION
SHOOTING THROUGH office window. A state trooper in a rain slicker offers Sara a chair. She sits. The trooper talks. As he does, dread and disbelief spread over Sara Shes face. shakes her head, attempts to stand. Her legs buckle beneath her. The trooper and the official catch her as she falls.
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Sara. Holding her breath, clenching her fists. Waiting for the sound to stop, oblivious to the stare of the Woman beside her.
INT. AMTRAK TRAIN  NIGHT
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across space and time, the SOUND OF SQUEALING BRAKES commingle as the Amtrak Commuter pulls into Penn Station.
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VAN
ItSQUEAL OF BRAKES as it maneuvers into the station.s
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The SQUEAL of its BRAKES as Glynn loses control and smashes into the back of the eighteen wheeler in front of her.
Hydroplaning, slipsliding.
TRAIN
NIGHT (PRESENT)
A glowing moon in a clear, starspecked sky.
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GRINDING.
VANS WHEELS
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TRAIN
TRAINS WHEELS
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CHUGS toward Baltimores Penn Station, which is visible in the f.g.
EXT. PENNSYLVANIA TURNPIKE  INTERCUT  MORNING
A torrential rain. A flower van  Glynns van  caught in it. SHOOTING THROUGH the drivers side window, we can see Glynns face, intense and determined, squinting through the downpour.
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EXT. PENN STATION (BALTIMORE)  PLATFORM  NIGHT
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ROY JOHNSON, 37, a handsome, laconic man of uncertain style, takes a last drag from his cigarette, drops and stomps it. Passengers disembark from the train. Roy searches their faces. They all look like strangers.
EXT. AMTRAK TRAIN  SAME TIME
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A conductor helps Sara to the platform. Steam from the train walks through Shes engine is sucked into the fog. it. Sees him. They see each other. Roy weakly waves. Walks toward her. Sara watches his bow legs stiffly advance. She wants to run. Cant.
Hi.
Hi.
ROY
SARA
ROY Have a good ride?
Sara selfconsciously tucks her hair behind an ear.
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beat.
SARA Slept through most of it.
Roy looks at her.
ROY Guess you got stuff. Baggage.
SARA Two suitcases. One big one.
ROY Looks like theyre unloading.  You hungry? We can stop somewhere if you want.
SARA Im kinda tired.
Roy takes her backpack. They walk.
INT./EXT. ROYS PICKUP/STREET  SARA AND ROY  NIGHT
A heavy silence. Roy starts to turn on the radio, stops himself. He lights a cigarette, cracks the window.
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CONTINUED:
ROY I didnt like leavinyou so soon after the funeral. I wouldnt have if you hadnt asked me to go. I mean, I couldve hung around. Helped you say goodbye. Thats what you were doin, wasnt it?
Uhhuh.
SARA
Roy takes another drag, nods thoughtfully to himself.
ROY Thats what I figured you were doin.
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Sara peers out the windshield. Baltimore City. The neighborhoods are changing. The streets are getting progressively gritty and dirty. It surprises her. It worries her. Roy worries her.
ROY Look. Sara. I feel bad too. I mean, we both got hit by the same bolt of lightning. You dont have to pretend this is easy. (off nothing) Everythings upside down right now but dont worry. Well work this bachelorfather thing out. Hell, it aint like were movinin with strangers. We got a pretty good idea about each other, right?
Sara looks askance at him, her expression indicating otherwise. A moment. Roys too new at this to hold up both ends of the conversation. The silence deepens. Roy switches on the radio.
EXT. BOND STREET (SOUTH BALTIMORE)  NIGHT
Roys truck pulls up to a string of disrepaired rowhouses with pristine white marble steps. He and Sara each lug a suitcase from the truck. Her eyes wander up and down the street. Theyre on the fringes of a ghetto. A few people roost on their stoops, hang on the corners. All of them have black faces.
SARA Thought you were moving to Fells Point.
ROY Fell through.
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