Grosse Pointe Blank Page #22

DAN:

Yeah, he's around here somewhere.

What a shame. She would have looked

great in my f***ing Bentley.

FORMER-SQUARE #3

No, my friends, Jenny Beam. Not only

was she as fine, if not finer, than

Slater, but she had the "bad girl"

thing going for her. And the red

hair. C'mon.

DAN:

She's a paramedic in Skokie, Illinois.

FORMER-SQUARE #2

You both are mistaken. Jenny Maretti

was the finest. No question about

it.

FORMER-SQUARE #3

The three Jenny's. Three Jenny's.

All named Jenny...

DAN:

You know what I'm really hoping?

That Jenny Slater gets divorced. And

she's twenty-eight--

FORMER-SQUARE #3

--she's got half the state of Maine--

DAN:

She's twenty-eight years old, with

two kids, she's still really really

fine, and I see her at a bookstore

or something, and she sees me for

what I was then, and what I am now:

the redemption for all her failure.

FORMER-SQUARE #3

You mean the redemption for all your

failure.

They ponder this. Martin looks down on the gym, concentrating

on Debi.

BOB DESTEPHANO:

Dancing drunkenly, miserable, like an unbalanced orangutan.

CUT TO:

INT. GYM - DEEJAY BOOTH - LATER

Martin stands by Debi as she sits in for a set in the deejay

booth, on a raised stage. They are playing an old sophomoric

game.

DEBI:

Which would you rather...?

MARTIN:

Okay... Would you rather... commit

yourself sexually to a four-by-nine

cell with former President George

Herbert Walker Bush dressed as a

super-model for a month, or make

love to a otter on crank for a week?

DEBI:

Soft. I'll take the junkie otter,

clearly! I'd let the little beast

scratch and claw all he wants...

Okay. Would you rather make love to

the candied corpse of Phyllis Diller--

MARTIN:

--She's not dead---

DEBI:

It's just a game...! Alright. Candied

Diller, or... wear a hot pork vest

across the desert with a fully

digested crab apple in your mouth?

MARTIN:

Wow. I have to give this some thought.

DEBI:

No time.

MARTIN:

Okay, then. Clearly candied Diller.

STACEY breaks the moment, looking up at the two, horrified

and unsure at what she's heard.

STACEY:

Marty! Debi! How are you! So many

people came, but I never expected to

see you Marty. Or you Debi... I

mean... because of what your

divorce... I didn't mean to say that.

I just meant you look so good.

DEBI:

Thank you.

STACEY:

Do you think you could play "Too

Shy'" by Kaja Goo Goo?

DEBI:

Stacey, why don't you come up here

and take over for a little while?

STACEY:

I'd love to.

Stacey nods thanks and makes her way up into the booth as

Martin and Debi make their way down.

DEBI:

(to Martin)

Everybody thinks they know me now

that I'm divorced.

She leads Martin toward the exit.

DEBI:

It's time to see you in private.

INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY

Martin and Debi walk down the hallway, alone together.

MARTIN:

Even though I left, you never left

me. Not just memory but a substance

in my blood.

DEBI:

(smiling)

Like heroin?

MARTIN:

Too junky-kitschy. Deeper, deeper.

DEBI:

(enjoying this)

Like love?

MARTIN:

Could be. The physical substance of

love.

Debi stops.

DEBI:

I'll accept that. Follow me.

Together they move into what appears to be the Nurse's Office,

and close the door behind them.

INT. NURSE'S OFFICE

Martin and Debi make wild banshee love.

EXT. PARKING LOT - SAME

Lardner and McCullers watch Felix into the gym.

MCCULLERS:

Looks like someone keeps trying to

do our job for us.

LARDNER:

If he does our job, he's our job.

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