Grosse Pointe Blank Page #20

Ken hands Martin a Monte Blanc pen with Ken's title and

business address printed on the shaft. Martin reads it and

puts it in his kerchief pocket.

MARTIN:

Thanks.

Ken goes back to listening to the Guys at the bar.

MARTIN:

makes his way through the upbeat crowd of well-wishers. TERRY

emerges like an inkspot on a clean white whirt, and intercepts

Martin. His angst is barely under control as he sidles up to

Martin.

TERRY:

I don't know, Blank, all these f***ing

people, driving me crazy. Look at

them over there, memorializing old

times, acting all like it was

something "life-changing." And the

people in the National Honor Society?

The name tags?

Martin shrugs.

TERRY:

They have special blue starts on

them like it f***ing matters now

that they were in the honor club ten

years ago. I'm getting f***ing

nauseous from all this sentimental

bullshit. It's making me sick.

Terry stops suddenly as if he's finished. Martin reads this

man's nametag.

MARTIN:

Why are you here... Terry?

Terry turns on a dime.

TERRY:

I wanted to see a couple people. But

I don't want to talk about the old

days... What did we have together,

Martin? Typing?

MARTIN:

(remembering)

Drafting.

TERRY:

Yeah, I couldn't stand that f***ing

class. But I appreciate you helping

me out, man.

MARTIN:

Don't mention it.

TERRY:

Yeah, thanks. Well I'm going to try

and get out of here, man. I'll see

you later.

Terry slinks off.

BAR - SAME

Bob Destephano grabs two more scotches off the bar and turns

to leave, thoroughly morose. In his path, he finds DAN

KORETZKY, the good-looking side of brainy.

DAN:

Bob. Bob Destephano.

BOB:

What?

DAN:

I'm Dan. Dan Koretzky.

BOB:

Computer guy.

DAN:

Yeah... Hey, I saw you at your dad's

dealership the other day.

BOB:

I sell BMW's. What do you do?

DAN:

Not much, actually. My software

company just went public so I'm

just... hanging out, really.

There's a sudden lull in the conversation. Bob tries his

drunken hand at relating...

BOB:

Remember high school?

DAN:

Sure. Listen. Why don't you join us

up in the grandstands?

Dan points up to a group of happy, laughing people. Bob walks

off shaking his head and smiling bitterly.

INT. GYM - LATER

Debi and Martin are seated at a round table with six others

in an area blocked off for dinner. Plates of gumbo are

arriving and the wine is poured. DARIUS, an African-American,

is in mid-conversation with AMY, who looks like she walked

out of a Laura Ashley catalog and sits on the other side of

Martin. DENNIS and MIKE are two suits in the midst of a non-

stop sports conversation.

MIKE:

...You gotta hold the fans

responsible, though, Dennis, because

they're the ones putting up with the

mediocre product.

DENNIS:

I guess, though, you know, if you

look at it Mike, that park is a

beautiful park, I've gone to that

park many times - I've had the

greatest time of my life at that

ballpark and let's face it, I tell

you this, Mike, by the sixth inning,

if you're having the fun you should

be having at Tigers Stadium, you

don't even know what the hell's going

on anyway...

They both crack up at this.

ANGLE ON DARIUS, MARTIN, & DEBI

DARIUS:

Have you two been together since

high school?

DEBI:

No--

MARTIN:

--Yes. Actually we just bought that

little Frank Lloyd Wright on Pine

Avenue... Debi's a social worker and

I mow down insurance claims at Aetna--

DEBI:

We haven't seen each other since

high school.

DARIUS:

I figured. You two look too happy

together. I shouldn't say that though,

I'm married... So, Martin-- what are

you up to these days? What do you do

for a living?

Debi perks up; this should be interesting.

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