Grosse Pointe Blank Page #13
- R
- Year:
- 1997
- 107 min
- 2,047 Views
DEBI:
Next caller.
GUFF MAN VOICE:
I don't know, Debi. Sounds like bad
gas to me. I would not allow him
access to your being.
DEBI:
Thank you.
DEBI:
Grosse Pointe Michigan, I hear you
loud and clear:
"If you love somethingset it free. If it comes back to you
it's, well...
She turns to him and shrugs apologetically.
DEBI:
...Broken...."
Martin has his answer.
EXT. RADIO STATION - DAY
Martin leaves the station, alone and beaten down.
MARTIN:
Dammit. Never trust my instincts.
He scans the main strip.
MARTIN'S P.O.V.
A MAN walks down the street. He is FELIX, a bookish,
forgettable man in his forties, wearing Le Coq Sportif sweats
and shoes. He looks as if he has a dark cloud over his head.
Martin's seen him somewhere, and doesn't like what he
remembers. Martin's POV TRACKS him.
FELIX'S P.O.V.
As he walks down the street, he spots the Country Squire,
and eyes Lardner and McCullers in the front seat.
MARTIN'S P.O.V.
follows Felix's eyes to Lardner and McCullers and catches
their look. Their eyes lock, neither wanting to betray that
they've made each other. They all do a pretty good job. His
P.O.V. swings to a square-jawed, hale fellow wearing dark
sunglasses who is approaching directly and only a few feet
away. The man is going for something in his breast pocket...
Reaches into his own jacket, most likely for a gun....
THE MAN:
pulls out a glasses case, and takes off his shades-- He is
PAUL SWIDERSKI.
MARTIN AND PAUL:
Martin relaxes.
PAUL:
(grinning ear-to-ear)
Hell, I would've voted for you, but
there's all this apple sauce stuck
in my phone... I don't wanna talk
about it. How the hell are you?!
(extends his hand)
Here's five good ones!
No trace of recognition on Martin's face.
PAUL:
Marty! It's me. Paul.
MARTIN:
(realizing)
Paul?
PAUL:
(re:
hand)You're leaving me hanging here...
They shake. Martin looks him up and down, astonished at the
respectable veneer of his old burn-out friend.
PAUL:
Hey. Give me a break.
INT. PAUL'S BMW - DAY
Martin and Paul rive through Grosse Pointe, Michigan: Wide
streets lined with huge, shady oaks. Castle-like homes on
golf-course green lawns. A comfortable, Midwestern Beverly
Hills. They are cruising their old haunts, Paul smoking a
joint.
PAUL:
This won't take but a minute. I just
gotta hold their hands for a final
walk-through. I'll take them in, get
'em out, then you and I can grab a
little quality time.
Martin looks out the window, breathing in the past.
PAUL:
Goddamn, It's good to see you. I was
afraid you joined a cult or something.
I half-expected you to come back to
town in a fennel wreath and paper
pants.
Paul offers Martin the joint. He declines.
MARTIN:
There was no money in it.
Martin regards Paul archly.
MARTIN:
(grinning)
So what happened to you?
PAUL:
Same thing that happened to you-- I
stopped poutin' there on the
sidelines. Got in. Got on the team.
I joined the working week, you slick
f***ing a**hole, so why don't you
valet park your high horse and take
it easy on your old buddy, Paul.
MARTIN:
Fair enough.
Beat.
PAUL:
God it's great to see you.
MARTIN:
You too.
EXT. FRANK LLOYD WRIGHT HOUSE - DAY
MARTIN'S P.O.V.
of a lovely YOUNG COUPLE on the front porch of a mid-sized
Wright home... Perhaps that could be him if things were
different, but for now it feels like along shot. Paul is
hawking the house to them out of earshot.
SOUTHTEC GUARD (V.O.)
Well, we do what we have to do if we
find you on the property. But we
don't really enforce the law, we
execute company policy for homeowners.
MARTIN AND THE GUARD
standing in the driveway.
MARTIN:
So when are you authorized to use
deadly force?
SOUTHTEC GUARD:
Well, a 'course, taxes provide your
basic service-- police and whatnot.
But our customers need a little more
than just that, you understand? This
badge doesn't mean that I am a peace
officer.
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