Fight Club Page #15

JACK:

No. Not at all.

JACK (V.O.)

I am Jack's Raging Bile Duct.

Tyler lights his cigarette.

TYLER:

You're sure?

JACK:

Yeah, I'm sure.

TYLER:

Good. This chick was up on the table

with her legs in the stirrups before

the doctor even walked in the room.

The things that she said... I've

never heard a woman talk like that...

INT. TYLER'S ROOM - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)

Tyler smokes, post-coital. Marla puts her lips to his ear.

MARLA:

(whispering)

I want to have your abortion.

INT. KITCHEN - MORNING (RESUMING)

Tyler laughs, shakes his head. Jack's gripping his Reader's

Digest just a little too tight.

JACK (V.O.)

How could Tyler not go for that?

Night before last, he was splicing

sex organs into "Little Mermaid."

Tyler sits, studies Jack's face.

TYLER:

You're okay with this?

JACK:

I'm fine.

JACK (V.O.)

Put a gun to my head and paint the

wall with my brains.

Tyler smokes.

TYLER:

She is a wild, twisted b*tch. Stay

away from that one.

JACK:

Oh, and my pace is more librarians.

TYLER:

Hey... don't knock librarians.

JACK:

Marla doesn't need a lover. She

needs a case worker.

TYLER:

She needs an exorcist. This isn't

love. This is sport-f***ing.

JACK (V.O.)

She'd invaded my support groups, now

she's invading my home.

TYLER:

Listen... do me a favor... sit here

a minute...

Tyler pulls out a closer chair, motions to it. Jack puts

down his Reader's Digest and moves to that chair.

JACK:

What?

TYLER:

You've gotta understand something

about me. I have a little rule,

okay? Don't ever talk to her about

me. Ever. I can't stand that kind

of sh*t.

Tyler fixes Jack with a friendly, but firm stare.

TYLER:

If you ever say anything about me or

about what happens here in this

house, to her or anyone -- I will

find out. And you'll never see me

again. Promise me.

JACK:

Okay.

TYLER:

Promise you won't.

JACK:

Yes, I promise.

TYLER:

Promise?

JACK:

I said I promise!

TYLER:

That was three times you promised.

Tyler smiles, gets up and leaves. Jack sits smoldering.

JACK (V.O.)

If only I had wasted a couple of

minutes and gone to watch Marla die,

none of this would have happened.

INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Jack watches TV at HIGH VOLUME. SOUNDS of SEX from upstairs.

INT. JACK'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Jack lies calmly on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Sounds

of THUMPS and CRASHES from beyond the wall.

MARLA'S VOICE

(muffled through wall)

Miserable f***ing discharge!

JACK (V.O.)

I could've moved to another room, one

on the third floor -- so I wouldn't

have heard them. But I didn't.

INT. BASEMENT - NIGHT

SOUNDS of RAIN. Jack flips FUSES off, then walks upstairs.

INT. 2ND FLOOR LANDING - SAME

Jack walks, HEARS Marla SCREAM in orgasm. He reaches the

landing. Tyler's door is ajar. Jack peeks in...

Marla's legs are sprawled on the bed. The door PUSHES OPEN

WIDER -- Tyler, naked, stands CLOSE TO CAMERA.

TYLER:

What are you doing?

Jack steps back.

JACK:

I... uh... just going to bed.

Tyler scratches his head, wears a RUBBER GLOVE.

TYLER:

You want to finish her off?

JACK:

Uh... nah...

Jack continues toward his room.

INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT

Jack brushes his teeth.

JACK (V.O.)

I became the calm, little center of

the world. I was the Zen master.

CLOSE UP - COMPUTER MONITOR

Haiku is BEING TYPED in a trendy, italicized font.

"Worker bees can leave

Even drones can fly away

The queen is their slave"

JACK (V.O.)

I wrote little haiku poems.

INT. JACK'S OFFICE - DAY

Jack's clothes are PERMANENTLY STAINED with BLOOD. He sits

in Zen pose, cigarette in mouth, finishes typing Haiku.

JACK (V.O.)

I faxed them around to everyone.

He hits "SEND," gets the "ERROR CHIME" SOUND. He presses

this key over and over. Boss enters.

BOSS:

Is that your blood?

JACK:

Some of it, yes.

Boss stares at Jack like he's from Mars.

BOSS:

Take the rest of the day off. Come

back tomorrow with clean clothes.

Get yourself together.

INT. HALLWAY - SAME

Jack's leaving, looks like a war casualty, passing COWORKERS

who coldly stare at him. His face is totally passive.

JACK (V.O.)

I got right in everyone's hostile

little face. Yes, these are bruises

from fighting. I'm comfortable with

them. I am enlightened.

EXT. PAPER STREET - SUNSET

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