Grosse Pointe Blank Page #11

He drives off.

INT. MARTIN'S SUITE - DAY

The room features a big square bed, dresser and television.

Martin enters, kicks a leather bag under the bed, and grabs

the steel-sided briefcase.

MARTIN:

pries out a wall vent, slides in the

case and replaces the vent.

EXT. MAIN STREET - DAY

Lardner and McCullers are staked out along the main strip of

town. Lardner snores, face pressed up against the passenger

window. McCullers lays back in his seat, a to-go cup in his

lap. He taps the cup with one finger as he absently sings

his favorite Bob Seeger song to himself...

MCCULLERS:

"...Against the wind... just a young

man running... Against the wind...

let the cowboy's ride!... Blame on

it the thuuunder! Night moves..."

McCullers catches of Martin's Town Car coming down the street.

He nudges Lardner, and points.

LARDNER AND MCCULLERS P.O.V.

of Martin pulling into a space on the street outside the

radio station. He gets out, looking nervous.

INT. RADIO STATION - DAY

Debi flips on the "ON-AIR" switch and prepares to speak into

the microphone. Martin walks in. Debi sees him. They stare

at each other. The song ends. Dead air. After a moment...

DEBI:

(on air, groping)

WRFN playing all vinyl, all the time.

Oldies from the eighties. That was

ah... the Specials. Doing... one of

their songs...

Debi turns to turntable B and finds it empty. She turns back

to turntable A and lets the record roll on.

DEBI:

...and here's another.

Debi swivels around to face Martin.

MARTIN:

"Oldies from the eighties?"

After a long pause....

DEBI:

I just play my own collection.

MARTIN:

It's nice to see you again.

Debi says nothing, just stares at him, in shock.

MARTIN:

How long has it been?

DEBI:

Since you stood me up on prom night

and vanished without saying a word?

MARTIN:

Ten years, I think. What I miss?

Debi slowly grooves into irony, her best defense.

DEBI:

Well, let me see... they tore down

the George Orwell monument and put

up a bust of George Michael. Main

Street's a four-laner, no left turns

four to seven. I was married and

divorced. And Grosse Pointe is now

officially the new sister city to

Lower Hutt, New Zealand. We have

fiber-optic town meetings every two

months.

MARTIN:

Here is now there. There is here.

Their eyes lock on each other...

DEBI:

Those are the headlines.

The request line buzzes.

DEBI:

Hold that thought.

(into phone)

WRFN FM, Grosse Pointe. All vinyl,

all the...

(pauses)

No Pearl Jam. Call back in ten years.

Beat. Debi makes the move.

DEBI:

Tell me about yourself.

MARTIN:

I'm in California most of the time.

Traveling a lot on business. That's

about it, really.

DEBI:

That's it?

MARTIN:

Not much else.

DEBI:

What's your business?

MARTIN:

I'm a professional killer.

DEBI:

Professional killer. Do you get dental

with that?

Beat.

MARTIN:

Well, I'm in town for a few days,

anyway.

They run out of words, the moment too big for small talk.

Martin gets the fear, breaks it off.

MARTIN:

Well, I gotta go. But I'll come back.

DEBI:

Okay.

Martin leaves Debi sitting alone, in disbelief.

EXT. RADIO STATION - DAY

Martin steps out of the storefront station along the

fashionable Grosse Pointe shopping district. He stops in the

middle of the street with a strained look on his face.

INT. LARDNER & MCCULLERS' COUNTRY SQUIRE - SAME

LARDNER & MCCULLERS' P.O.V.

of Martin standing in the street.

LARDNER AND MCCULLERS

They frown, wondering at Martin's next move.

INT. DEEJAY BOOTH -

Debi lost in thought, still. After a moment, she sits upright

and flips the "ON-AIR" switch.

DEBI:

(into mike)

A man comes to you. He is from the

past bringing you pain long since

put behind you. He says peculiar

things and leaves abruptly. It all

comes flooding back...

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