Fight Club Page #10

The GUESTS command the WAITERS with snaps of fingers.

INT. SERVICE ELEVATOR - NIGHT

Jack turns and WE PAN to Tyler, standing by a CART with a

giant SOUP TUREEN. His hands are at his open fly and he's

in position to piss into the soup.

JACK:

He was the guerrilla terrorist of the

food service industry.

TYLER:

Don't watch. I can't if you watch.

Jack waits. The SOUND of a STREAM of LIQUID is HEARD.

TYLER:

... Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

JACK:

He farted on meringue; he sneezed on

braised endive; and, with creme of

mushroom soup, well...

TYLER (O.S.)

Go ahead. Say it.

JACK:

You get the idea.

EXT. PARKING LOT OF TAVERN - RESUMING

Tyler and Jack come out the back door.

JACK:

I don't know about this.

TYLER:

I don't know, either. I want to find

out. I've never been hit, have you?

JACK:

No. That's a good thing, isn't it?

TYLER:

I don't want to die without any

scars. How much can you really know

about yourself if you've never been

in a fight? Come on... you're the

only person I've ever asked.

JACK:

Me?

Jack stares at him.

TYLER:

Why not you? I'm letting you go

first. Do it.

JACK:

This is crazy.

TYLER:

Alright, go crazy. Let 'er rip.

JACK:

Where do you want it? In the face?

TYLER:

Surprise me.

Jack swings a wide, clumsy roundhouse -- hits Tyler's

neck -- makes a dull, flat sound.

JACK:

Sh*t. Sorry. That didn't count.

TYLER:

Like hell. That counted.

Tyler shoots out a straight punch to Jack's chest. Jack

falls back against a car. His eyes tear up.

TYLER:

How do you feel?

JACK:

Strange.

TYLER:

But a good strange.

JACK:

Is it?

TYLER:

We've crossed the threshold. You

want to call it off?

JACK:

Call what off?

TYLER:

The fight.

JACK:

What fight?

TYLER:

This fight, p*ssy.

Jack swings another roundhouse that slams right under

Tyler's ear. Tyler punches Jack in the stomach. Tyler and

Jack move clumsily, throwing punches. They breathe heavier,

drooling saliva and blood, growing dizzier from every impact.

EXT. CURBSIDE - LATER

Jack and Tyler sit on the curb, watching sparse headlights

on the nearby freeway. Their eyes are glazed with endorphin-

induced serenity. They look at each other, laugh. Look away.

TYLER:

If you could fight anyone... one on

one, whoever you wanted, who would

you fight?

JACK:

Anyone?

TYLER:

Anyone.

Jack thinks.

JACK:

My boss, probably.

(pause)

Who would you fight?

TYLER:

My dad. No question.

A long pause as Jack studies Tyler's face.

JACK:

Oh, yeah.

(nodding)

I didn't know my dad. Well, I knew

him, till I was six. He went and

married another woman, had more kids.

Every six years or so he'd do it

again -- new city, new family.

TYLER:

He was setting up franchises. My

father never went to college, so it

was really important that I go.

JACK:

I know that.

TYLER:

After I graduated, I called him long

distance and asked, "Now what?" He

said, "Get a job." When I turned

twenty-five, I called him and asked,

"Now what?" He said, "I don't know.

Get married."

JACK:

Same here.

TYLER:

A generation of men raised by women.

I'm wondering if another woman is the

answer we really need.

Another pause. Jack feels his bleeding lip, smiles.

JACK:

We should do this again sometime.

Tyler cracks a smile, give a sidelong glance to Jack.

EXT. PAPER STREET - NIGHT

A street sign:
"PAPER STREET." A PAPER MILL stis on one

side, facing a lone HOUSE on the other. The rest of the

land is grass and weeds. It's a grand, old three-story,

long abandoned. Tyler leads Jack toward it.

JACK:

Where's your car?

TYLER:

What car?

JACK (V.O.)

I don't know how Tyler found the

house, but he'd been there for half

a year.

INT. PAPER ST. HOUSE - ENTRANCE -- NIGHT

Tyler leads Jack through the FRONT DOOR...

JACK (V.O.)

It looked like it was waiting to be

torn down. Most of the windows were

boarded up.

INT. PAPER ST. HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - MOMENT LATER

Tyler and Jack climb CREAKY STAIRS to the 2ND FLOOR LANDING.

JACK (V.O.)

None of the doors locked. The stairs

were ready to collapse. I didn't

know if he owned it or he was

squatting.

Tyler opens the door to a ROOM...

INT. ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Jack enters, stis on the creaky BED. Dust drifts upwards.

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