Grosse Pointe Blank Page #24

MARTIN:

looks back at

FELIX:

Dead.

THE FLOOR:

A growing pool of blood.

MARTIN:

Looks around wildly, holding Felix up against the lockers.

Above the lockers is a plastic banner proclaiming

"SPANISH CLUB FIESTA FUN-RAISER SATURDAY JUNE 1"

MARTIN:

rips it down from the wall with his free hand, wraps it around

Felix, stuffs the body into his open locker, and slams it

shut. He pulls off his shoes and socks, puts a sock over

each hand like mittens, and wipes up the small pool of blood.

He stuffs the socks into his pockets, takes off down the

hall, and bangs through the doors.

INT. GYM - GRANDSTANDS - MOMENTS LATER

Martin blasts through the upstairs doors to the grandstands

looking for Debi below. She is nowhere to be found. He scans

the party in progress-- It is the same frame of image as the

one in Oatman's office. In the middle of the floor, Terry

slowly turns up to meet Martin's eyes.

MARTIN:

pulls the doors shut, and takes off down the hall.

INT. HALLWAY - MINUTES LATER

Martin opens his locker, withdraws the corpse, and hefts it

over his shoulder.

INT. STAIRWELL - A MINUTE LATER

Brick-walled, darkly lit, and narrow. Martin bounds down the

steep steps with his load.

INT. BASEMENT LOCKER ROOM HALLWAY - MINUTE LATER

Martin hustles toward a cage door in front of him. He kicks

through it and dumps Felix into a canvas laundry cart on

casters and begins rolling.

INT. PUMP AND FURNACE ROOM - A MINUTE LATER

The door bangs open and light pours into the room from behind

Martin. He negotiates the cart over the dirt floor and stops

next to the furnace that heats the swimming pool. He pauses

and looks to the ceiling: the music from the reunion pulses

into the floor above him. Martin picks up a large metal bar

and works open the door on the hulking cast-iron furnace. A

white-hot blaze roars within.

INT. GYM - NIGHT

The party is winding down. A harried-looking Martin walks in

and looks around once more for Debi-- nothing.

MARTIN'S POV

of the Deejay booth. It is empty.

He moves over to the bar and joins Ken Aldridge. He motions

to the bartender who opens a beer for him.

MARTIN:

Have you seen Debi Newberry?

KEN:

Nope.

They both look around at the last of the reunion.

KEN:

The more things change, the more

they Goddamned well stay the same.

MARTIN:

I guess.

Before Ken can get started again...

MARTIN:

Take care of yourself, Ken. Thanks

for the pen.

Martin walks out of the gym.

EXT. HIGH SCHOOL PARKING LOT - CONTINUOUS

Paul is leaning against his Beemer, having a smoke.

PAUL:

What the hell happened to you?

MARTIN:

I was catching up with Bob Destephano.

PAUL:

As long as you had a good time.

Beat. Martin scans the lot for sign of Debi.

PAUL:

What now? Chase the girl?

There is a beat of silence. Nothing seems worth saying.

MARTIN:

It didn't work out.

PAUL:

That's too bad.

MARTIN:

I have to get my head back into my

work.

PAUL:

Work's good for the soul.

Martin gets up to leave.

MARTIN:

When you see Debi, tell her I'm sorry.

PAUL:

See you in ten years.

Paul watches him leave. He almost stops him, but thinks better

of it.

INT. MARTIN'S SUITE - NIGHT

Martin hunches over his briefcase that lays open on the bed.

MARTIN PULLS:

THE DOSSIER from the briefcase. It's seal is broken, but the

contents remain enclosed... He withdraws the package and

dumps the contents on the bed. His face registers muted shock.

MARTIN:

Dumb f***ing luck...

THE CONTENTS:

include various photos of MR. NEWBERRY, Mr. Newberry with

Debi, and the house. The photos are mingled with official-

looking papers including credit reports, medical records,

etc... Newberry's life.

He c*cks his head toward the door anticipating a... KNOCK.

He freezes, then plucks a gun tapped under a desk, and moves

toward the door, pointing. Halfway to the door, his face and

body slacken. He lobs the gun onto the bed. With everything

gone wrong, there is nothing left to defend. He goes to the

door and opens it, body relaxed, expecting a bullet...

Debi moves past him into the room. She is completely calm.

DEBI:

He was trying to kill you, right!

MARTIN:

Yes.

DEBI:

Not the other way around...?

MARTIN:

No.

DEBI:

Is it something you've done?

MARTIN:

It's something I do...

Beat.

MARTIN:

...Professionally...

Beat.

MARTIN:

...About five years now.

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