Grosse Pointe Blank Page #28

Martin looks up and spies the TELEVISION

GROCER:

...How about I sell you two rounds

for a hundred grand a piece?

MARTIN:

Okay.

Martin takes out a checkbook, and tears one free. He wads it

into a loose ball and tosses it over the counter.

BALLED CHECK:

sails over the television and comes down, bouncing off

Grocer's head and into his lap.

MARTIN:

There you go. I left it blank.

GROCER:

Excellent. Here they come.

Grocer pulls two rounds from the clip of his semi-automatic

and pushes the clip back into the gun. Grocer arcs the TWO

BULLETS into the air.

MARTIN:

rises and springs at the television, gripping it. The TWO

BULLETS sail past his head.

GROCER:

begins to rise from his side of the counter, cocking his

gun.

MARTIN:

puts all his weight and motion behind the television. Martin

and the television careen off of the counter toward Grocer.

GROCER:

gets off one round before

MARTIN:

flies onto Grocer, smashing the seventy-five pound television

over his Goddamn head. Martin sails past the collision,

landing on his back in the dining room. He rolls over to see

GROCER:

Body crumpled, neck is snapped, head encased in the shattered

picture tube. He is dead.

MARTIN:

runs up the front stairs, retrieving the spent gun he

discarded earlier, and heads into the bedroom.

INT. BEDROOM - MINUTES LATER

Martin opens the bathroom door. Inside, Debi sits on the

edge of the tub, her face in her hands. Newberry kneels with

his arms around her. Martin takes this in, and walks back

into the bedroom. Newberry stands and follows him out.

MARTIN AND NEWBERRY

MARTIN a bloody, tattered mess, wipes off the gun and puts

it into Newberry's hand. Newberry, in total shock, grips it.

Martin looks past Newberry.

MARTIN'S P.O.V.

Of Debi, head in hands.

MARTIN (V.O.)

Debi... will you marry me?

Debi doesn't look up. After a moment, she reaches out, head

still down, and closes the bathroom door...

INT. RADIO STATION - DAY

Outside is a Michigan autumn. Debi sits at her console,

bringing in the mike as she fades out of a tune...

DEBI:

This is WRFN Radio Free Newberry

cause that's what it does. Bringing

you New Ones for the Nineties, a

fresh new format designed to pull

you out of what's come before, and

reel you into what's coming soon--

THE PHONE CONSOLE

lights up with an incoming cal...

DEBI:

I tell you what's coming soon for

me, or at least what I dreamed this

morning in that weird time just before

you actually wake up. But first this

commercial. Back after this...

She pushes a couple of buttons, slaps a cartridge in a player,

and answers the phone. We hear the commercial over the studio

monitor:

ANNOUNCER:

Don't miss the show of the season at

Bilkin Community Center! "Brigadoon!"

A musical for all ages! "Brigadoon,"

starring Carol Plummer, Thomas

Canchola, Bob Destephano, and Lee

Ordman!...

Debi picks up the phone.

DEBI:

RFN...

Her face goes slack as she listens... not good, not bad...

Then she hangs up slowly. The commercial ends. A moment of

dead air, then she snaps to.

DEBI:

Hey out there... Okay... I'm going

to finish up that fantasy later.

First I'll give you an hour of nonstop

music... If I don't come back on

after that-- well, nevermind.

Debi turns on a reel-to-reel, and leaves.

EXT. FRANK LLOYD WRIGHT HOUSE - DAY

Debi pulls up and gets out. She begins toward the door but

stops dead when she sees

MARTIN:

sitting on the front steps.

Debi moves slowly up the walk and sits next to him on the

porch. They sit, gazing out over the grass and trees beyond.

After a while...

DEBI:

This will never work out.

She turns to him, serious.

DEBI:

You kill people.

(beat)

MARTIN:

I have no illusions about the future.

What is, is. We make choices. And we

become the sum total of our choices.

I can live with that.

DEBI:

Other people can't.

Martin looks at her earnestly... And smiles ever so slightly.

She does the same, and then just a little wider. He the same.

They turn back out to face the lawn, and they share a laugh...

THE END:

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