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"The Curious Case of Benjamin Button"
Screenplay by Eric Roth Based on the short story by F. Scott Fitzgerald

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Allrights reserved. Copyright 2006 Paramount Pictures Inc./Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc. This script is the property of Paramount Pictures Inc./Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc. No portion of this script may be performed, reproduced or used by any means, or disclosed to, quoted or published in any medium without the prior written consent of Paramount Pictures Inc. and Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc. 1.

“The Curious Case of Benjamin Button” As all things do, it begins in the dark. EYES blink open. Blue eyes. The first thing they see is a WOMAN near 40, standing looking out a window, watching the wind blowing, rattling a window. A WOMAN’S (V.O.) What are you looking at? CAROLINE The wind, Mother... They say a hurricane is on its way... You’ve been asleep... I was waiting to see you... 1INT. HOSPITAL ROOM, NEW ORLEANS - MORNING, PRESENT Now we see we’re in a hospital room with layers of white enamel paint trying without success to hide the years... An old WOMAN, past 80, withered, still regal with a green turban around her bald head is propped by pillows, her blue eyes looking out at us from her bed... She’s connected to an intravenous for sustenance and a morphine drip... Hername, is DAISY FULLER. She speaks with a Southern lilt. DAISY If it wasn’t for hurricanes we wouldn’t have a hurricane season. CAROLINE I’ve forgotten what the weather can be like here. I’ve lived with four seasons so many years now. We see a young Black Woman, a “caregiver,” DOROTHY BAKER, in a corner, thumbing a magazine, with one eye at the window... DOROTHY BAKER I saw on the news they’repredicting trouble... DAISY 1928 they stacked people like firewood to close a hole in a levee. But Daisy has other things on her mind... murmuring... 1

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2. 1 CONTINUED: DAISY (CONT’D) It all runs together... like a fingerpainting... I feel like I’m on a boat, drifting... CAROLINE (tenderly) Can I do anything for you, Mother? Make anything easier? DAISY Hmmm. There is nothing to do,Caroline. This is what it is... I’m finding it harder to keep my eyes open... my mouth all filled with cotton... And agitated, feeling confined, she scratches at her nightgown as if it were sticking to her... she starts to take it off... Dorothy gets up and straightens it for her. DOROTHY BAKER There, there, Miss Daisy... you’ll scratch yourself to ribbons... (to Caroline) It’s their way of lettinggo... (the finality) ...prob’ly today. Caroline is well aware of it, but the words, her admonition of death being so close at hand, makes everything even more present... CAROLINE Do you want more medication, Mother? The doctor said you can have all you want. Daisy is quiet, looking into the distance. Caroline, seeking closure, sits on the bed with her and starts to cry. Daisy puts her thin armsaround her daughter, comforting her. CAROLINE (CONT’D) A friend told me she never had a chance to say goodbye to her mother. (grateful to have the chance) I wanted to thank you, Mother, for bringing me into this world. For raising me so well. (MORE) (CONTINUED) 1

3. 1 CONTINUED: (2) CAROLINE (CONT’D) I wanted to tell you how much you’ve meant to me. I’m going to miss you so much... 1

They holdeach other for some time... They separate... And there’s an awkwardness they have nothing left to talk about... nothing left to say to each other... a hole in their relationship... Caroline fills it with the eternal question... CAROLINE (CONT’D) Are you afraid? Curious. DAISY What comes next...

She winces at some physical pain. DOROTHY BAKER The pain’s coming more steadily... Her breathing...
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