
Fight Club Page #16
Jack walks toward the HOUSE.
JACK (V.O.)
You give up the condo life, give up
all your flaming worldly possessions,
go live in a dilapidated house in the
toxic waste part of town...
INT. TYLER'S KITCHEN - SUNSET
Jack walks in. SOUNDS of VIOLENT SEX and a POLAROID CAMERA
from upstairs. Pieces of PLASTER fall from the ceiling.
JACK (V.O.)
... and you come home to this.
TYLER'S VOICE
(laughing)
You f***ing slut!!
MARLA'S VOICE
Thank you, sir, may I have another!
Thank you sir, may I have another... !
Jack rolls his eyes, takes off his pants. He runs water in
the sink, finds a tiny bit of SOAP and scrubs at the blood
stains. The PHONE RINGS. He answers it.
JACK:
Yeah. Speaking.
INTERCUT WITH...
INT. POLICE STATION - OFFICE
A cop, DETECTIVE STERN, refers to a file.
DETECTIVE STERN:
This is Detective Stern with the
arson unit. We have some new
information about the "incident" at
your condo.
JACK:
Yes?
DETECTIVE STERN:
I don't know if you're aware... your
front door -- it seems someone
sprayed freon into the lock, then
tapped it with a chisel to shatter
the cylinder.
JACK:
No, I wasn't aware...
JACK (V.O.)
I am Jack's Cold Sweat.
DETECTIVE STERN:
Does this sound strange to you?
JACK:
Yes, sire, strange. Very strange.
Jack starts to sweat, scrubs his pants obsessively.
DETECTIVE STERN:
The dynamite...
JACK:
Dynamite?
DETECTIVE STERN:
Yes. It left a residue of ammonium
oxalate and potassium perchloride.
Do you know what that means?
JACK:
What does that mean?
DETECTIVE STERN:
It means it was homemade.
JACK:
This is... really a shock...
DETECTIVE STERN:
Whoever set this homemade dynamite
could've blown out the pilot light
days before the explosion. The gas,
it seems, was just a detonator.
JACK:
Who do you think could've done this?
DETECTIVE STERN:
I'll ask the questions, son.
TYLER:
(whispering in Jack's ear)
Tell him...
Jack almost leaps out his skin, startled; looks to see Tyler
standing right next to him.
JACK:
Huh?
TYLER:
(overlap w/below)
"The liberator who destroyed my
property has re-aligned my paradigm
of perception."
JACK:
Shhhhhh!
(into phone,
overlap w/above)
I don't know what to make of this,
sir, I really don't...
DETECTIVE STERN:
Do you know anyone who'd have the
expertise or motive to do something
like this?
TYLER:
"I reject the basic assumptions of
civilization, including material
possession."
Jack pushes Tyler away, cups the receiving.
JACK:
(into phone)
No. No, sir. I loved that condo.
I loved every stick of furniture.
The lamps, the chairs, the rugs, were
me. The dishes were me. The plants
were...
JACK (V.O.)
I'd like to thank the academy...
DETECTIVE STERN:
Well, if any ideas come to you, give
me a call. In the meantime, don't
leave town. I may need to bring you
in for questioning.
END INTERCUT:
Jack hangs up. Tyler shrugs.
TYLER:
Could be worse. You could be cursed
with the three terrible Karmas. You
could be beautiful, rich and famous.
Jack turns away, continues to scrub his pants. Marla's
FOOTSTEPS can be HEARD coming downstairs...
Jack really grinds the soap against the pants, splashing
water. He turns, sees Marla enter. Tyler is GONE. Marla
lights a cigarette.
JACK (V.O.)
Except for their humping, Tyler and
Marla were never in the same room.
MARLA:
I got this dress at a thrift store
for one dollar.
JACK:
(keeps scrubbing)
Worth every penny.
JACK (V.O.)
My parents pulled this exact act for
years -- one came in, the other
disappeared.
Marla begins a slow, exotic dance, moving very close to
Jack. She lifts her dress dangerously high, dancing close
to Jack's body, almost touhcing.
MARLA:
(seductive)
It's a bridesmaid's dress. Someone
loved it intensely for one day, then
tossed it. Like a Christmas tree --
so special, then, bam -- it's
abandoned on the side of the road,
tinsel still clinging to it...
Jack becomes very aware of having no pants on, presses
against the counter. Marla pulls her hemline further up.
MARLA:
Like sex crime victims, underwear
inside-out, bound with electrical
tape.
JACK:
(coldly)
It suits you.
She leans in very close to Jack's ear, whispers hoarsely:
MARLA:
You can borrow it sometime.
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