Truman and Lauren eventually cross an empty highway on the edge of town. They run to the beach and down to the water’s edge under a full moon.
LAUREN :
We have so little time. They’re going to be here any minute.
TRUMAN :
Who are they?
LAUREN :
They don’t want me talking to you.
TRUMAN :
Then don’t talk.
They kiss. Suddenly, a car roars across the beach toward the couple.
LAUREN :
They’re here, Truman.
TRUMAN :
What do they want?
LAUREN :
Listen to me. Everybody knows about ... everybody knows everything you do. They are pretending, Truman. Do you ... do you understand? Everybody’s pretending.
TRUMAN :
Lauren, I don’t know.
LAUREN :
No, no, no, ah, my name is not Lauren. Sylvia. My name’s Sylvia.
TRUMAN :
Sylvia?
LAUREN :
Yeah.
The car comes to a sudden stop, and a large man jumps out. He quickly grabs Sylvia and pulls her toward the car.
MAN :
Lauren, sweetheart. Out again?
TRUMAN :
Hey, wait a minute. Who are you?
MAN :
I’m her father!
TRUMAN :
What?
LAUREN :
I’ve never seen him before.
TRUMAN :
We weren’t doing anything.
MAN :
C’mon, sweetie. Please, honey. Honey, please.
LAUREN :
He’s lying! Truman, please! Don’t listen to him!
TRUMAN :
Hey, what’s going on?
LAUREN :
Everything I’ve told you is the truth!
MAN :
Please ...
LAUREN :
(spreading the sand) This ... it ... it’s fake. It’s all for you.
TRUMAN :
I don’t understand.
LAUREN :
And the sky and the sea, everything. It’s a set. It’s a show.
MAN :
Please. It’ll be all right.
LAUREN :
Please don’t listen to him! He’s going to lie to you!
TRUMAN :
What’s going on? I really would like to know what’s going on!
The man takes Truman aside and whispers in his ear that she is mentally ill. Doubts begin to fill Truman’s mind.