Grosse Pointe Blank Page #23

MCCULLERS:

I get it.

INT. GYM - SAME

FELIX:

steps through the doorway he's standing in and strolls into

the crowded gym. He wears the standard khaki-pants-blue-blazer

combo, with no nametag. He's clearly too old for the class

of 1984.

INT. HALLWAY - LATER

Martin and Debi come out of the Nurse's Office. The post-

coital mood is broken as they hear The Human League's "Don't

You Want Me, Baby?" blasting from the gym. Martin and Debi

tune in on the song for a moment, unhappy at remembering

that particular moment in pop music history. Debi looks to

Martin, something must be done about it.

DEBI:

I'll be right back....

Debi kisses him. They split up. Martin walks off, the happiest

we've seen him....

INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY

Bob and several others from the muscle-to-fat crew play a

drunken scrimmage with a papier-mache table ornament footbal

that is coming unwound. Bob quarterbacks and begins to recite

a long, complicated, and forgotten play. Martin approaches

from behind Bob and glides through the ad-hoc line-up,

continuing down the hall. Bob yells "hike" as he stares after

Martin, distracted. Bob's rushed upon and sacked. He lets

the papier-mache ball drop and crack on the floor.

INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY - LATER

Martin walks down a silent, deserted hall of lockers and

classroom doors. The only sounds are his footsteps and the

echoed strains of Iggy Pop's "Wild Child" from the distant

gym. He stops at locker number 1963 and flips the dial: Right-

back left-right again. It opens. He pops up the steel false

ceiling in the empty locker, fishes his hand in the opening,

and withdraws what he is looking for: an ancient joint. He

holds it up and examines the now brown and dried reefer. He

grinds it into dust in his hand.

INT. HALLWAY

Debi comes out of the gym and starts down the hall, the music

changed for the better.

INT. HALLWAY - SAME

Martin senses he is not alone. He turns to find Bob

Destephano. The big man holds a glass unsteadily and slurs

slightly when he speaks. Bob is looking sad and scary. He

leans into Martin

BOB:

So. You and Debi. Gonna hit that

sh*t again?

MARTIN:

Fine, Bob. How are you?

BOB:

Never better.

MARTIN:

Really?

Bob crumbles.

BOB:

Ahhh... it's all f***ed up. Nothing

adds up to nothing... you work your

whole life, day in and day out-- try

to make sense of it all. One day

you're twenty-seven and what do you

get to show for it...

MARTIN:

You could've been a contender, huh?

Bob realizes he can't even express his own tragedy without

the use of cliches.

BOB:

Smart boy. Real smart. Let's see how

smart you are with my foot up your

ass! I'm gonna kick your ass!

Martin steps to Bob.

MARTIN:

Why would you want to hit me, Bob?

Do you really believe that there's

some stored up conflict that needs

resolution between us? We don't exist.

There's nothing between us. So who

do you want to hit, Bob? It's not

me.

Bob slumps against the lockers, deflated.

BOB:

What am I gonna do?

MARTIN:

What do you want to do?

BOB:

I want to be an actor.

MARTIN:

Then express yourself, Bob.

Bob frowns, trying to think of a way to express himself.

MARTIN:

(catching him)

Be honest...

Bob backs up and lets out a huge, drunken caveman scream,

then stops abruptly, and smiles.

BOB:

Later, Martin.

Bob backpedals down the hallway and out of sight. Martin

watches him stumble out of the hallway and bang through the

doors of a stairwell, disappearing.

INT. STAIRWELL - CONTINUOUS

Bob slams through the doors and begins to stumble down the

stairs. He encounters Debi, on her way up. He glances at her

but does not break stride. Debi gives him wide berth, and

quickens her pace up the stairs...

INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS

Martin watches the doors swing to a stop. He exhales and

relaxes... AND THEN Spin-pivots on his right heel, as a BURST

from a silenced pistol pierces the space where his head was

a split-second before/ As he spins around, his right hand

withdraws Ken's give-away pen from his kerchief pocket, pops

the cap off, and drive the pen up and through the throat of

his attacker--

FELIX:

impaled through the throat on the pen, his head snapped back.

MARTIN AND FELIX

are frozen for a moment. Blood runs quickly down the front

of Felix's body, off of his shoes, and on to the floor. The

stairwell doors band open. Martin's head turns toward the

sound. His eyes lock onto

DEBI:

who is frozen, horrified for a moment. She flees.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes