nw prgrsson sorpt 3 stronger thn _ fiction mew screenpl y by z ch helm ny questions or comments should be directed to: Linds y dor n three str nge ngels 310.443.5344you my notice thit .t cert in moments of the script there re references to music tr cks th t ppe ron cd th t ccomp nies the script. if you received copy of the script without cd. ple se yell t whomever g ve the script to you nd then c 11 linds y dor n t 310.443.5344 to request one, we're serious. th nk you for the sovereign st te of punk rock nd those whose n-mes begin with L.The following appears on screen: “Life is the crummiest book I ever read." -- Bad Religion Godspeed You Black Emperor's "Lift Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas To Heaven" begins (track 1 on your cd). FADE IN: Darkness. We hear RUSTLING and a small GROAN. Then there is silence for several seconds. As the trumpet comes in, the screen is suddenly filled with the iridescent, turquoise blue glow of a wrist watch whose face plainly reads 7:15am. It suddenly begins to bee; INT. BEDROOM -~ MORNING The lanky man under the covers reaches out from underneath his modest blanket and grabs his watch. He presses one of its buttons, stopping the beeping. We hear a female NARRATOR speak: NARRATOR (V.0-) This is a story about a man named Harold Crick... He places the watch back on the nightstand. NARRATOR (V.0.) (CONT'D) -+:and his wristwatch. Harold's arm retracts back under the covers. NARRATOR (V.0.) (CONT'D) Harold Crick was a man of infinite numbers, endless calculations and remarkably few words, (pause) And his wristwatch said even less. INT. BATHROOM ~- MOMENTS LATER HAROLD brushes his teeth in his mint colored bathroom, the door open. We see a tiny blue glow from the other room. NARRATOR (V.0.) Every weekday, for nine years, Harold would brush each of his 32 teeth 76 times, 38 times back and forth. 38 times up and down. His wristwatch would simply look on from the nightstand, quietly wishing Harold would use & more colorful toothbrush. INT. CLOSET -- MOMENTS LATER Harold flips an orange necktie over itself as he looks at himself getting dressed in his closet mirror, his watch now (CONTINUED)