Grosse Pointe Blank Page #18

EXT. DEBI'S HOUSE - EARLY EVENING

Martin makes his way up the walk leading to the front door,

holding a simple bouquet of flowers. He skips up the front

steps and finds the doorbell. After a moment, Debi answers.

DEBI:

Flowers. That's funny.

MARTIN:

As long as I get the laugh.

DEBI:

(taking them)

Here. Let me put these in some rubbing

alcohol.

She backs into the house, and he follows.

INT. NEWBERRY FOYER - CONTINUOUS

Martin follows Debi into the hall. Both are enjoying this

atavistic ritual.

MARTIN:

You look beautiful.

DEBI:

Okay... Hold on...

MARTIN'S P.O.V.

through a doorway leading into a den. All that's visible of

MR. NEWBERRY, Debi's father, is a pair of legs resting in a

Barcolounger.

DEBI (V.O.)

...Let me get my coat.

MARTIN:

I'll just help myself to a cocktail.

DEBI:

moves up the stairs and disappears.

MARTIN:

looks at the legs, rolls his shoulders, and heads into the

den.

INT. DEN - CONTINUOUS

Mr. Newberry sits in the recliner reading a Tom Clancy novel.

He is a corporate Aspen-dude-ranch sort with a good head of

hair. He sighs, closes the book on his knee and looks up to

Martin.

MARTIN:

Good evening, Mr. Newberry.

MR. NEWBERRY

Good evening, Mr. Blank.

MARTIN:

How are you? How's business?

MR. NEWBERRY

Martin, I don't know where you've

been since you abandoned my daughter

ten years ago, and I don't care. It

was good that you left, and I'm glad

you did. So what do you want to talk

about? You've grown up a bit. Maybe

I had you figured wrong.

MARTIN:

How's that?

MR. NEWBERRY

I visualized you, in a haze, as one

of the slackster, flannel-wearing,

coffeehouse-misanthropes I've been

seeing in Newsweek.

MARTIN:

I took the other road. I'm more of a

self-reflective young lion who does

business with lead-pipe cruelty and

goes home to drink light beer in

milky-eyes isolation. I love sports

and sex and have no real relationships

with anyone. And you?

MR. NEWBERRY

Oh, you know me, Martin. I'm the

same old sell-out baby-boomer,

exploiting the oppressed I got shot

for at Kent State. But why don't we

have a drink and forget the whole

thing?

Newberry lays down his book, and moves behind the wet bar.

MARTIN:

Why not?

MR. NEWBERRY

So what are you doing with your life

now, son?

MARTIN:

I'm a professional killer.

MR. NEWBERRY

That's good.

Debi's footsteps are heard coming down the stairs.

DEBI (O.S.)

Okay

Mr. Newberry watches Martin turn and walk out of the room.

EXT. DEBI'S HOUSE

Martin and Debi pull away from the curb.

INT. CAR - DUSK

Martin and Debi drive through that to Debi is town, and to

Martin is a widening pool of quicksand.

MARTIN:

Do you want to get a drink first?

DEBI:

I think they'll probably have booze

there.

MARTIN:

Right.

Martin's right hand shakes off of the wheel a bit. He grips

it tighter. Suddenly, Martin turns the wheel and pulls into

a gas station parking lot, halting next to a pay phone.

MARTIN:

I'll just be a second.

Debi nods, a little confused but going with it.

DEBI:

Okay...

EXT. PAYPHONE - MINUTES LATER

Martin stands at the kiosk next to the Town Car, mid-

conversation.

MARTIN:

(defensive)

...Well, I didn't kill anyone, but

someone tried to kill me and the guy

in the middle got killed. So if I

see that guy again I'm definitely

going to kill him, but I won't kill

anyone else. Oh, except for the guy

I was sent here to kill. I don't

know...

INT. OATMAN'S OFFICE - INTERCUT

Oatman treats his patient.

DR. OATMAN

What else? Say more.

MARTIN:

Saw my mom... I'm with Debi, and I'm

on my way to the reunion.

In the background, Lardner and McCullers drive past the

station.

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