Grosse Pointe Blank Page #16

MARTIN:

That'd be good.

Beat.

DEBI:

What do you want?

The question is open.

MARTIN:

I figured I could pick you up tomorrow

around seven o'clock.

DEBI:

Let me get this straight, are you

asking me out?

MARTIN:

Yes.

DEBI:

Unbelievable.

MARTIN:

Seven it is.

DEBI:

I'll think about it.

EXT. JOSHUA TREE CAMPSITE - NIGHT

Under a crisp and starry night, a man and a woman sit around

a campfire. As we MOVE CLOSER we see that the woman is

Marcella reading, "Women Who Run With Wolves." She tends to

s'mores on the campfire, assembles one, and hands it to MONTY,

her young outdoorsman boyfriend. Monty is perched on a small

boulder, engaged in a Tai-Chi-like ritual, wearing Patagonia's

finest. There is a path of crystals leading from the fire to

the boulder. In the background is a tent and a Nissan

Pathfinder. Monty's watch goes off.

MONTY:

Baby, it's eight o'clock.

Marcella gets up.

MARCELLA:

Thanks, Monty.

She tousles Monty's hair on the way to the truck.

INT. TRUCK - CONTINUOUS

Marcella gets in. She shuts the door and dials the phone.

MARCELLA:

Hey there, how'd it go?

INT. MARTIN'S SUITE - NIGHT - INTERCUT

Martin sits on the edge of the bed in a towel.

MARTIN:

It isn't done.

Marcella pauses, taking this in.

MARCELLA:

This is not good.

MARTIN:

I'll do it tomorrow.

Marcella considers this.

MARCELLA:

What's it look like?

MARTIN:

It's fine.

MARCELLA:

You haven't looked at the dossier.

MARTIN:

(a little defensive)

I've looked at it.

Martin eyes the vent.

MARCELLA:

You have.

MARTIN:

Yes. It's the same as usual. Nothing

remarkable about it at all.

MARCELLA:

I have to call the client and give

them a reason why you're late.

MARTIN:

Tell them my house exploded.

Beat. Marcella doesn't know what to make of this.

MARCELLA:

I'll call them and tell them you're

taking your time. Being a

professional.

MARTIN:

Okay, call them. Fine. Oh-- And if

you could find out why they double-

booked the job, and who is trying to

kill me, and call me back-- that's

be great.

MARCELLA:

Will do.

Martin hangs up. He moves up to the air vent, deciding to

get down to business. He pries it open, and withdraws his

briefcase, putting it down on the bed and propping it open.

He looks at the unopened dossier for a moment, flips it over

in his hands, and tosses it on the bed.

BRIEFCASE:

We catch a glimpse of Martin's weapons. Martin picks up the

envelope and is about to tear the seal when

THE PHONE RINGS:

Martin drops the envelope and lifts the receiver.

DEBI:

(filtered)

Are you there?

MARTIN:

Yes.

DEBI:

Pick me up at my father's house at

around seven. And don't be late this

time.

Beat.

DEBI:

Hello...?

MARTIN:

This night, this reunion will be an

important step in our relationship.

DEBI:

You're f***ing psycho.

MARTIN:

Don't rush to judgement until all

the facts are in.

She hangs up. Martin smiles and replaces the receiver. He

turns to the apparatus laid out on the bed.

GUNS, BULLETS, ETC.

What has been his life is beginning to look more like death

to him. He places the envelope in the case, then returns the

case to its hiding place.

EXT. DINER - DAY

Lardner and McCullers stake out Martin from the Country Squire

across the street.

MCCULLERS:

I wish he'd do his job already so we

could do our job.

LARDNER:

We can't do our job unless he does

his job.

MCCULLERS:

Why don't we just do his job then,

so we can do our job, and get the

f*** out of here.

LARDNER:

Do his job? I'm not a cold-blooded

killer.

MCCULLERS:

Wait a minute--

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