Big Eyes Page #7
ANGLE - WALTER
He grimaces... beaten. Walter drops his head on the table.
Not noticing a DRUNK COUPLE stagger in. They pass a Waif,
then halt -- taken. They lean in. Enthralled... concerned...
TIPSY LADY:
Look at that child. She's so sad.
TIPSY MAN:
Is she poor..?
TIPSY LADY:
She's forgotten! It just makes me
want to cry.
(she peers at the
signature, then turns)
Are you "Keane"?
Walter lifts his head from the table.
WALTER:
Yeah.
TIPSY LADY:
Well you're a hell of a painter.
Walter squints, confused, then beams. Joy! Happiness
bursting like a little child.
WALTER:
Why, thank you...! Thank you so much!
24.
TIPSY LADY:
Your work is very powerful. There's
so much emotion in those eyes.
OUCH! Walter's smile collapses.
TIPSY LADY:
Is something wrong?
WALTER:
(REELING)
Huh? Uh... no. No. I just didn't
realize you meant... the waif.
TIPSY MAN:
(beat; he CHUCKLES)
Oh, I get it...! The artist doesn't
wanna part with his favorite piece...
The man winks, then pulls out a WAD OF BILLS.
Walter stares morosely.
INT. HUNGRY I - LATER
Walter sits at the bar, toasted, drinking. In a dark place.
His misery is interrupted by happy Banducci, groping two GALS.
BANDUCCI:
Hello, Picasso! Nice crowd, eh?
WALTER:
(SOUR)
You wouldn't know it from that broom
closet you parked me in.
BANDUCCI:
Hey, it's prime thoroughfare! People
drink, they gotta relieve themselves.
WALTER:
(MUTTERING)
"Location, location, location..."
Walter wallows in self-loathing. Suddenly, he explodes.
WALTER:
It's INSULTING! When people see art,
they shouldn't think of SH*T!
BANDUCCI:
(SHOCKED)
Whoah! Watch it with the purple
language. We got ladies present --!
25.
In reaction, Walter sloppily SMACKS him.
Riled, Banducci suddenly takes a SWING! Walter stumbles, and
Banducci's punch accidently HITS the GIRL.
Ow! She topples. Walter gasps.
He SWATS Banducci -- then RUNS! Cameras FLASH. Wild whoops.
Walter barrels down the hall, Banducci chasing. The brawl's
gone nuts. Walter grabs a Waif and SMASHES it over Banducci's
head. CRASH! Banducci drops.
CUT TO:
INSERT - SAN FRANCISCO EXAMINER
The front page! A small headline says "BISTRO BRAWL: BANDUCCI
AND ARTIST SLUGFEST." Below are two PHOTOS: Walter mid-punch,
and Banducci unconscious, sticking out of the Big Eye.
A neighborhood precinct, quiet at 6 a.m. Doors open, and
Margaret leads Walter out. She's seething. He's bruised,
with a mortified drunk-tank, slept-in-my-clothes swagger.
MARGARET:
I've never posted bail before.
Silence. He has no idea what to say. His aplomb crumbles.
WALTER:
I'm -- I'm sorry. Banducci... laughed
at our work. ...So I socked him.
MARGARET:
Since when are you thin-skinned?
Artists have to handle criticism.
WALTER:
You're right! I know. But... I was
already in a bad place. I'd had a
couple... and earlier...
(PAUSE)
I let some guy think I painted your
Big Eye.
Beat. Margaret is stupefied.
MARGARET:
I don't understand. Why would you do
such a thing?!
WALTER:
It was a misunderstanding. And then,
I didn't want to jinx the sale.
26.
He shrugs feebly. She frowns.
MARGARET:
Don't ever do it again.
INT. HUNGRY I - NIGHT
The club is a ZOO. PARTYERS swarm the door, trying to enter.
Suddenly, Walter pushes his way down the outside stairs. The
DOORMAN starts to protest, but Walter somberly waves him off.
WALTER:
Don't give me a hard time. I'm just
grabbing my stuff...
Across the packed room, he spots Banducci with a black eye.
Walter halts, uncertain. A bristling tension...
Until -- Banducci suddenly rushes and GRABS him! Walter
flails, freaked. Banducci DRAGS him into a back kitchen --
INT. CLUB KITCHEN
Banducci shuts the door, looks around... then suddenly LAUGHS!
He grins manically and pulls Walter into a hearty HUG.
BANDUCCI:
Can you believe this? We're sold out,
and I don't even have a headliner!!
(GLEEFUL)
Hell, it's a Monday!
Walter blinks, lost. Banducci explains.
BANDUCCI:
Dope, we made the front page!! People
are here, cause they wanna see the
sappy paintings that made grown men
fight!!
A moment of discombobulation... until -- Walter slowly grins.
The two men suddenly tumble into view, SCREAMING.
WALTER:
I'll see you in COURT, you son of a
b*tch! I'm suing you for assault!
Slander! False arrest!!
Banducci storms away.
Walter shudders, "upset." CUSTOMERS peer at him... then at
the paintings. Curious, they migrate that way...
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