The Ledge
THE LEDGE Part 1 EXT. CHRISTMAS MARKET A man stands alone in a noisy crowd, his head raised slightly above those around him. He stares flatly ahead, his mouth closed and straight. The wide crowd around him are babbling but he cannot discern any conversation as they cut across each other in a web of noise. The crowd falls out of focus. The ocean of noise gradually becomes muted and his own voice comes forward in clarity. MAN It has been this way for years. I cannot solve my biggest problem. The world doesn't react to my touch. It is as if I am behind the glass. I don't touch anyone and nobody touches me. What happens to me doesn't depend on me. I'm at the mercy of the hand. It is only by its whim that I come into the world to touch something, until just as suddenly it pulls me back, even in the middle of a breath. In my world there may be silence for twenty years and a waterfall for five minutes. In that five minutes a life screams, being born. ...